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misc-obeyme · 1 year ago

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I love the fat MC headcanons!! 😭😭 Could I request the other brothers as well if this hasn't already been asked?

Wellll okay, I'll do it just for you, anon. <3

Here is part two of the fat MC headcanons featuring the younger brothers. They turned out just as long as the ones featuring the older brothers, but really what did I expect lol. Honestly, I'm really glad you enjoyed the first part, I was pretty nervous about posting it. I miiight be persuaded to do a part three with the dateables...

Anyway, thank you for the request!

younger brothers x fat GN!MC - NSFW MDNI

Warnings: discussion of weight and body image, suggestive content

Satan

He suspects you may have some insecurities, but he doesn't truly understand until you go with him to a few cat cafes. He notices when you won't eat more than one dessert item with your coffee. He also hears you talking to some of the cats, saying things about how they all seem to like you no matter what, how the cats don't judge you because of your weight. He has to fight with himself to stay calm. The idea that anyone has ever made you feel like you were somehow lesser due to your body size enrages him. Starts insisting you have a second pastry any time you're at a cafe, even if you genuinely don't want one. You might have to take a bite just to appease him.

Satan can't help but confront you about it. Did you think he wouldn't notice, MC? He gets that you try to act like it's no big deal, but he's not oblivious. You don't have to hide your true feelings from him. Tell him if you're feeling insecure. Especially tell him if he's somehow contributing to that feeling. He would do anything to make you understand that you're perfect just the way you are.

You'll really see him get angry if you tell him that being in a relationship with him makes it worse. Explain that you worry about what people think when they see you with him. He's so handsome, you're sure people have a lot to say about the fact that he's dating a fat human. He starts to see it everywhere. If a demon so much as looks at the two of you together, he flies into a rage. He won't do anything if you ask him not to, but he will glare down anyone that he thinks is looking at you weird. If he hears a rumor or anyone making fun of you, those demons just disappear one day.

Might lend you spicy books just to see what you think of them, but if you happen to mention that you're too fat to do something that happens in the book, you can be sure it'll be happening to you that very night. Oh do you think you're too fat for him to fuck you against a wall while you wrap your legs around him and hold on tight? Because he's more than happy to prove to you that he can hold you up just fine. You learn to be careful about what you say. He'll know if you do it on purpose, too, but he'll pretend he doesn't.

Asmodeus

He's aware of your insecurities immediately, but it really becomes apparent whenever he takes pictures of you. Whether they're pictures of just you or selfies you take together, you're very particular about the angle he uses. You always want to see the pictures before he does anything with them. You might delete them if you don't like them. When he asks, you say something about how you just think your body looks weird in them. He really starts to get how bad it is when you refuse to model for anything that he's doing in a professional capacity. If you change your mind, he knows you're only doing it to make him happy.

He actually spends some time thinking about how to help you. He doesn't want you to feel so insecure about your size that you let it stop you from doing things. Of course, Asmo decides to make you an entire clothing line. The whole point is to make clothing for larger bodies. He wants it to be a surprise, but he realizes he has to consult you on this. Starts out by showing you his sketches for designs. He loves the way your eyes light up, how excited you get. You tell him all about how hard it is for you to find clothes that fit you. The two of you create a great clothing line and put on a fashion show featuring plus sized models.

Even though you start to feel like he understands, you might still be insecure in a relationship with him. He doesn't really get that at all. He loves you, end of story. He can tell that it's bothering you, even if you don't say anything. Constantly compliments your body as a result, telling you how hot you are all the time. If anyone dares to say anything to you, he immediately eviscerates them with the best insults you've ever heard in your life.

You know this guy is gonna make you have sex in front of a mirror. You can protest all you like, but you have to trust him on this, MC. He wants you to see just how amazing your body looks when you're losing your mind on his cock. The expression on your face, the way your body quivers, he wants you to see it the way he does. You won't feel the same way about yourself when you see how absolutely stunning you are when you're crying out his name.

Beelzebub

He is completely unaware of your body insecurities. In fact, someone else has to tell him about it, since you probably won't do it yourself. One of his other brothers mentions it in passing and now he's thinking about it. He's going to ask you because he doesn't understand. Do you have a problem with your body, MC? Do you have some kind of injury or something? It's almost endearing that he doesn't get that it's a body image issue and genuinely just thinks you're dealing with something physically painful. You are going to have to explain it to him, though.

Your explanation may only baffle him further. Take the time to really tell him why you feel the way you do and he'll begin to understand. Tell him everything because he will patiently listen to all the times you were bullied as a kid, all the times you had to leave a store empty handed because they didn't have your size, the way people don't take you seriously or think you're lazy. Beel just listens and somehow, that alone makes you feel better. He might ask you some questions about food and exercise and how it relates. He's not going to suggest you go on a diet or start an exercise program or anything. He just wants to know if he's doing anything that contributes to your negative body image.

In a relationship, he's direct about the fact that he wants you to love your body. He picks you up all the time. He's more than strong enough to carry you around and he does it constantly, but especially if you say something about being too heavy. He likes to have you sit on his lap, too. He'll pull you into it in the middle of class, he doesn't care what other people think. He likes to feel the weight of you on him. He isn't a demon of many words, but he always takes the opportunity to whisper in your ear about how much he loves your body.

Let's be real, his favorite place to be is between your thighs. And there's no question that this makes you nervous. Not only because you don't want to squash his head, but because he's just so close to them and they're so big. It's one of the things you can't help but be self conscious about. People say thick thighs save lives, but you're pretty sure yours might take his if you squeeze too hard. He does not care at all. He's completely unconcerned. You might protest at first, but once he gets started, you won't be able to actually string together a coherent sentence anyway.

Belphegor

He doesn't realize your struggle at first, but he figures it out on his own after a little bit. He mostly notices little things, like the way you carefully move between the desks at RAD to avoid bumping your hips into them or the way you never wear shorts. After a little while, he understands what the issue is. Starts doing small things like making sure you always have a chair without arms so that you'll fit in it comfortably. Insists on sitting next to you in small seats so that you can share part of his. He's just going to nap on your shoulder anyway.

Eventually, though, he's going to call you out on it. It bothers him and he has no problem letting you know this. If you do something or say something that somehow indicates you're feeling insecure about your body size, he will ask you about it directly. He listens to everything you have to say about it, but it irritates him. He's not fully angry about it like Satan, but he does get a little peeved. If you say anything negative about yourself, he will simply tell you to stop. He'll tell you that you're wrong. Please don't talk about yourself like that, MC. He doesn't like to hear it.

Relationship or not, you are his favorite pillow and he's going to make sure you know this. You're so soft all over, all he ever wants to do is cuddle with you. His head is always in your lap or leaning against your arm. If he can settle his body between your legs and rest his head on your chest while snuggling with your large soft tummy, you can bet he is going to do that. You won't be able to dislodge him any time soon. If you are in a relationship with him, he'll mumble to you constantly about how much he loves you. It's not just your body, though that is certainly a plus to him. It's everything, every part of you is his favorite part of you.

Belphie will often insist on being underneath you. Whether you're inside him or he's inside you, he wants you in control and he wants to feel the weight of you on top of him. He doesn't care if you're worried about crushing him. That's not even something that could actually happen. He likes watching you - your expression and the way your body moves - he likes reaching out to grab hold of any part of you that's nearby. Probably leaves little bruises in your flesh where he was gripping you too tightly. There's just so much of you he wants to touch, to hold, to cling to.

part one with the older brothers | part three with the dateables

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allfortzu · 9 months ago

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the first draft of can we get closer (let's get closer) -- i couldn't bear not posting it, since it is completed :)

(expect similarities, though it's quite different!)

jihyo / tzuyu, 2k. suggestive (basically smut) // MEN DNI

tzuyu has never liked tattoos.

she's never liked the idea of pain leaving a permanent mark, created by someone else, no less.

perhaps if she were a little more artistic, had a little more in way of creative self-expression. perhaps then she would learn to fully appreciate them, like how chaeyoung did.

she liked them on other people, though, enjoyed looking at all of chaeyoung's little works.

but for now, tzuyu is content without any of her own.

confidently so, she's always thought.

yet here she is, eyes fixated on one park jihyo, suddenly intrigued.

jihyo was, by no means, a close friend. a mutual contact at best and one tzuyu has never really thought much past her profession.

but it's this exact thought that has tzuyu hooked, curiosity piqued. what does park jihyo's tattoos look like?

chaeyoung has fallen asleep on the couch by now, their planning session definitely lasting longer than expected, but jihyo hasn't left, and tzuyu is too distracted to want to leave.

she's too distracted by jihyo.

she can't stop looking at the edges of faded black beneath the sleeves of jihyo's tee, can’t stop catching glimpses of carefully lined maroon when jihyo's lifts her arms just so, stretching languidly from sketching too long. the hem of her crop rises slightly to reveal more ink, right around her ribcage.

tzuyu tilts her head subconsciously, entranced.

unfortunately for her, jihyo is perceptive – and bold.

"checking me out?" she chuckles, throwing tzuyu a playful wink. sets her pen down, happy for an excuse to talk to this friend of chaeyoung she's always seen around, but never got the chance to know. it's casual, flirty.

but tzuyu isn't so easily shaken. "yeah, just… curious." they've interacted enough for her to be honest, she thinks.

jihyo smiles, slightly amused, how tzuyu cuts to the chase so quickly. "see anything you like?"

"okay, i'm not checking you out, just curious."

"sorry, sorry," jihyo laughs, somehow enjoying tzuyu's deadpan way of banter. "pretty girls make me say stupid things."

she pushes herself off the ground and joins tzuyu, the leather couch sinking gently under her. "curious about what?"

it's the most they've talked ever; the most she's heard tzuyu talk, so jihyo naturally wants to keep the conversation going, if only to hear tzuyu's voice more.

"your…," tzuyu says, unexpectedly sheepish at the suddenly very real prospect of jihyo flirting.

"um… your tattoos?" she words it as a question, just so it doesn't come off too imposing – also because she'd been snapped out of her thoughts and in that moment, wasn't thinking of anything but is she flirting?

jihyo doesn't seem to mind her uncertainty at all.

"oh, you saw?" she looks down at her exposed abdomen, before lifting her cropped tee just a little more, and tzuyu gets her first taste of what exactly she hasn't seen.

"they're a bit hidden, but i promise i'm not a tattoo artist who hasn't experienced a tattoo before," jihyo says, like tzuyu was a potential customer expressing her worries. "don't worry."

except that wasn't really what tzuyu was asking for, so she bites her tongue.

but it's like jihyo reads her mind, or maybe tzuyu isn't very good at hiding her emotions, because she asks, "wanna see more?"

"really?" tzuyu perks up, brows raising in anticipation. "do you have pictures?"

"no, but i can show you now," jihyo offers, and tzuyu practically beams.

if tzuyu had a tail, jihyo thinks it would definitely be wagging right now, because she nods so quickly that jihyo can't help but let the excitement rub off her.

she thought tzuyu was shy at first, because they'd never talked much; then, a little stoic in the way she spoke –

but now, tzuyu's just cute.

jihyo lifts the hem of her tee, wisps of red and black revealed. tzuyu leans in, and she makes out a fragment of a flame, curving right below the underside of jihyo's chest. it's elegant in its form, less patchwork like chaeyoung’s and more cohesive.

"i have these, another just halfway down my shoulder, and one more on my back," jihyo explains, eager to share. "it's a big one, but not too big."

she takes off her shirt, and tzuyu jolts back in surprise, heart in her throat.

"oh, you– " you don't have to, is what she means to say, but the moment she sees the tattoo on jihyo's back, she forgets.

it's a breathtaking tattoo, brushstroke-like details, similar to the ones on her ribcage. the red and blacks are a constant theme, and they flow down the dip of her spine, spreading over her shoulder blades and fading off in the edges.

"did it hurt?" tzuyu asks, voice softer, like jihyo's delicately drawn tattoos simply warranted something more gentle. she reaches out to touch, a curious moth to a flame; traces her fingers over the lines. "it's beautiful."

jihyo feels goosebumps rise in the wake of tzuyu's touch, but her chest swells with pride at tzuyu's comment. "it hurt, but it was worth it, so they cancel out, yeah?” she reasons. “are you thinking of getting one?"

"definitely worth it," tzuyu agrees. she didn't know she had a preference for tattoos, but she thinks she might have one now. they looked incredibly good on others, namely jihyo. "but no, i don't like pain."

"didn't think you were a scaredy cat," jihyo teases, grin sly.

the jibe is enough to snap tzuyu out of her trance, and she folds her arms back into her chest with a huff. "not liking pain doesn't mean i'm scared of it," she scoffs. "i would just rather not experience it."

jihyo laughs at tzuyu's silly workaround, a light chuckle leaving her lips that, if not for the fact they were the only ones talking, tzuyu would not have heard.

"who says pain has to be bad?" jihyo muses, leaning into where tzuyu had leaned back. "won't know until you try, right?"

at this point, tzuyu isn't sure if jihyo's still joking or not. it's the same laid back expression, the one she had when she'd called tzuyu pretty, but the words here don't feel quite the same.

"what do you mean?" tzuyu asks.

"you know, like how people talk about mixing pain with pleasure," jihyo says, taking tzuyu's hand in hers.

"like how… if i do this – " she tugs hard, and tzuyu falls forward with a yelp. " –the suspense hurts," jihyo giggles. "but then there're also these butterflies in your tummy."

yeah, there're butterflies in her tummy, but she can't say they're from the pain of her hitched breaths – can't say they're not from jihyo's proximity.

tzuyu is suddenly acutely aware that jihyo is topless, and the only reason she isn't all over jihyo is because she's holding herself up.

"this is– this is different," tzuyu denies resolutely, but she sounds a little out of breath. "not the same as… a tattoo."

"it's about the feeling, tzuyu," jihyo says, eyes fleeting down to tzuyu's lips, then back up.

tzuyu's chest tightens, and she doesn't know if it's the butterflies, or whatever it is jihyo is making her feel.

but isn't that how it always goes – flame burning moth the moment they touch.

there's a beat.

a short one, but a thousand thoughts run through tzuyu's mind in that fraction of a second.

jihyo's eyes bore into hers, and all of tzuyu's thoughts condense into a single sentence –

she’s so pretty.

tzuyu stops breathing.

"can i kiss you?"

it's jihyo who asks.

she's quiet.

can i kiss you?

there's the soft exhale of their breaths, anticipation palpable. a tiny spark.

"you’re really pretty," tzuyu whispers.

all the butterflies come back.

the spark bursts like wildfire, the moment jihyo leans in to press her lips into hers.

jihyo tastes warm, so warm it spreads down tzuyu's neck, into her chest, and she hates that they're in this position now, because she wants her hands on jihyo; wants to feel all that warmth in its entirety.

she doesn’t really know how they’ve gotten here, how they’ve moved so quickly, but doesn’t really care.

the only place tzuyu can reach is jihyo's ribcage, so she does just that, thumbs pressing into ink, fingers curving into her sides. "i really like your tattoos," she murmurs in between kisses.

"mhm," jihyo hums, searching for tzuyu's lips again. "i like you.”

she gives tzuyu another peck, and tzuyu can’t really reply, especially not with jihyo nipping. her teeth close gently with tzuyu’s lips in between, tugging until it hurts ever so slightly, enough to make tzuyu suck in a breath.

“unnie– “ tzuyu mewls, tasting copper on her tongue and digging her fingers into jihyo’s sides. the sensation is odd, but jihyo kisses the pain away.

“that hurt,” tzuyu murmurs.

“that was the goal,” jihyo says, nosing the underside of tzuyu’s jaw before placing another kiss there.

she sucks lightly, and tzuyu feels teeth again, probing. she notes jihyo’s penchant for biting, and is about to reprimand her again for the pain, but then jihyo sucks where she’s bitten, and all tzuyu can do is squirm and instinctively cant her head upward, the buzz that crawls down her neck suddenly addicting.

jihyo pulls back then, licking her lips at the sight of the reddening mark under tzuyu’s jaw. “you look so pretty, all marked up.”

tzuyu barely has a second to respond before jihyo dives in again, this time to the base of her neck, right at the edge of her collarbone. she does the same thing over – sucking, biting, licking – painful, but less so now that tzuyu has experienced it, and there’s such a pleasant hum that follows, making her stomach curl deliciously, choking back her whimpers.

“unnie,” tzuyu breathes out, a silent request she can’t find the words for in her current state of mind.

she wants jihyo to touch her properly, to sate that heat in her tummy, maybe mark her up there, and jihyo can see it in the way tzuyu has unconsciously started moving her hips against her thighs too, grinding with evident desperation.

but she can also hear chaeyoung shuffling, the telltale shifting of someone on the verge of waking up, so jihyo licks at tzuyu’s collarbone a final time, and pulls back.

“not now,” jihyo whispers, hands finding purchase on tzuyu’s waist to stop her from getting off completely on jihyo’s thigh. “chaeyoung."

a short, high pitched sound escapes tzuyu’s throat, a meek whine that encapsulates all her frustration perfectly. it's like her entire vocabulary has dwindled down to nothing, and it's embarrassing the way she even thinks of begging. "unnie…"

"you're so cute, tzuyu," jihyo muses. she bites at tzuyu's neck again, and the sting is warm and insistent.

but tzuyu's also uncomfortably wet now, soaked through with nothing to satiate her. "i still… don't like pain," she huffs, just to annoy jihyo.

"hey, i haven’t shown you what that really is yet,” jihyo teases. “give me an answer the next time i come over.”

the promise of next time makes tzuyu’s tummy flutter; those stupid butterflies jihyo keeps giving her.

she doesn’t entertain jihyo with a response, sitting up and untangling their legs. jihyo laughs, tzuyu’s tantrum terribly endearing, and she’s about to tease a little more before chaeyoung lets out an audible groan.

tzuyu’s eyes widen, and jihyo quickly slips on her shirt. they hold their breath when chaeyoung starts rubbing the sleep out her eyes, groaning again. “this fucking couch… i’m moving to my bed.”

she doesn’t even spare them a glance, trudging to her bedroom in muted thuds.

tzuyu and jihyo exchange looks, before they start giggling uncontrollably.

“i think that’s my cue to leave,” jihyo laughs, trying to regain her composure.

she leans in, puckering her lips, as if asking for a goodbye kiss.

tzuyu taps her cheeks lightly. “next time.”

jihyo narrows her eyes. tzuyu smiles slyly.

“fine,” jihyo pouts. “try not to dream about me.”

with a flirtatious wink, she’s out the door.

tzuyu lets it simmer for a bit, burning the memory of jihyo’s tattoos into her mind. red, black, and flowy. the ones on her ribs curve into her sides, another on her shoulders inching down to her collarbones. and then her back, following the dip of her spine, over her shoulder blades.

a trail of red is scattered down tzuyu’s neck, jihyo’s marks etched into her skin.

#twice imagines #jihyo x tzuyu #park jihyo #chou tzuyu #jitzu #twice suggestive #twice fics #happy birthday to all the tzu stans that have maybe a little more than one bday 🤧#this is practically smut now that i reread it

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apples4wce · 6 months ago

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I Dig It - Part 1

1920's AU - Archaeologist!Taehyung x Linguist!Reader

Tags: strangers to lovers, fluff, not grave robbing but archaeology

Warnings: there may be historical inaccuracies and i apologize, also maybe typos because i never beta read

Word Count: 1,478 (it's kinda short but i've been working on it for two months and i was too excited to post it)

The flight to Egypt is long, so you brush up on your hieroglyphics. The older man sitting next to you is fast asleep, snoring a bit. His crossed arms clutch a small notebook filled with notes and pyramid sketches.

There's something so enthralling about studying ancient architecture and linguistics, when your university professor suggested you join the small crew of archaeologists making their pilgrimage to Egypt, you accepted without hesitation. It's an honor to be on this journey, and you're going to make the most of the time you have here.

After a few minutes of reading, you realize your eyes are getting heavy, and you yawn.

"A little snooze won't kill me..." you close your eyes.

When you open them again, it's because you're being nudged by the older man who was sleeping next to you.

"We're here, get your things ready."

You sit up, stretch your arms and grab your bags.

The sun is hot, much hotter than the weather you just left, and you ditch your fall jacket, choosing to put it with the rest of your clothes. All around you, endless dunes of sand stretch for miles. The pyramids stand tall, and you walk through the temple courtyard, where an older British scholar is waiting for the group.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen." He tips his hat at everyone. "Welcome to Egypt. It's lovely to see all of you."

You take a moment to observe all the statues and murals decorating the temple walls. The hieroglyphs stand out to you, and you start deciphering a few.

"...as you may know, we have miss __ with us, who is a renowned linguist. She will be helping to discover the ancient mysteries that lie within these walls."

The scholar nods, waiting for everyone to get to work. You immediately shuffle over to the mural you were observing earlier.

"So," you notice someone lean on the wall you're studying, "what does this say?"

"The hieroglyphs describe the pharaoh to which this temple was dedicated. I haven't found a name yet, but it can't be far." The tips of your fingers brush against the stone.

"It's all nonsense to me. I find your skill quite impressive. I'm just here on the digging team."

"Digging is very important, I'm only here to read words." You shrug, to which he nods. "Thanks, I guess."

"Excuse me, mister Kim, the excavation team is leaving," a voice calls out.

"Oh, right. Well, miss __, it was a pleasure meeting you, but I must go. If you need me, my name's Taehyung. See you later."

You catch a glimpse of the man as he hurries out of the temple. Soft brown hair falling just below his ears, a sharp jawline, big brown eyes and a wide boxy smile. He adjusts the collar of his leather bomber jacket and follows a group of men out the door.

"I hear you're a mummy expert! You definitely should explore the Valley of the Kings whenever you have some time." Someone pats his shoulder.

"How is the deciphering going?" The scholar approaches you.

"Lovely. I believe this was the temple dedicated to the queen Hatshepsut herself, from what I've gathered."

You grin, still examining the hieroglyphs.The idea of a woman ruling over a large kingdom such as this one is exciting. There weren't many in that time.

"Impressive. She truly was a queen to be remembered." The scholar peers at the symbols through small round glasses.

You could get completely lost in the reading of ancient Egypt, its culture and its royals, but someone alerts you out of your reverie.

"Excuse me, you're the linguist, right? There's something you need to see."

A younger gentleman ushers you out, directing you toward where the group of excavators is standing. They're surrounding an entrance in the rock, where two men are holding pickaxes.

"We found a mummy!" One of them shouts out energetically.

You cautiously make your way to the entrance, and you're met with Taehyung's beautiful smile. He wipes the sweat away from his forehead and gives you a cheerful "Afternoon."

"Wow, it's been preserved so well!" You bend down and examine the mummy.

"We need you to figure out who this belonged to." The other man gestures to a small relief covered in hieroglyphs.

You skim over the text. "Possibly a pharaoh's daughter, I'm not sure." However, another set of symbols catches your eye. "I'm sorry, I believe this might be a servant. I misread the text."

You shake your head.

"Maybe it was the servant of the pharaoh's daughter." Taehyung shrugs, now looking around for any other hidden objects or bones.

"You're right, I think that might be the case." You nod.

"Ooh, a jar! I wonder what's inside." Taehyung shows you a clay pot.

"Probably the mummy's brain." You watch as he cringes and slowly puts the jar down.

"No, thank you." He shakes his head.You laugh a bit when he wipes his hands on his pants.

"If not the brain, perhaps some food. The Egyptians believed that even in the afterlife, humans still needed to eat, and thus brought loads of food with them on their journey to the Underworld." You dust off the skeleton of the mummy, examining it closer.

"Hey! Over here! I think I found another tomb!" Someone calls out, and the four or five men surrounding you all leave.

"Ah, they can handle it." Taehyung peeks over his shoulder and resumes searching in the sand."

So, how long have you been a linguist?" He asks, crouching down beside you to observe the mummy.

"I haven't finished my studies yet, actually. My professor suggested I join the group, and so I did." Your fingers skim over exposed ribs.

Taehyung doesn't say anything, too concentrated on what seems to be something shiny in the mummy's hand to form a reply.

"Careful!" You exclaim a little too loudly when he tries to pry it out of the hand.

"Beetle amulet." He shows it to you proudly, a piece of carved jasper in the shape of the beetle, one of Egypt's most sacred creatures. You gasp when you see it in such mint condition. "May I?"

He hands you the amulet and you carefully take it into your palm, examining it with wide eyes.

"It's beautiful... I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like it." Your voice comes out as a whisper, astounded by the precious stone in your hand.

"Imagine if this were made into a piece of jewelry, how much money it would sell for."

"Mister Kim, are you a salesman?" You glance up at him. He shakes his head, smiling.

"I'm saying that this kind of stone was much more common then than it is now. People would definitely try to buy this, but in the days when it was made, most likely lots of people carried one around."

You nod. "You're right. I wonder if any jewelers would use it as a pendant on a chain."

"I could find out for you if you like." Taehyung extends his hand to you, and you place the amulet back into his palm. He laughs.

"I wanted to help you stand back up."

You accept the offer and he pulls you up to your feet.

"We should probably leave this amulet here, I'd feel terrible to steal it from the mummy." You peer down at the jasper stone in Taehyung's hand.

"How about we show it to mister Osborn and let him decide what we do with it?"

You nod, not too entirely sure who he is. Noticing your look of confusion, Taehyung elaborates.

"Mister Osborn is the scholar you met when we first arrived. He's the one who taught my class in university."

"That makes sense, thank you." You smile.

"So, I'll bring this amulet to mister Osborn. You should probably go rest, it's too hot to pursue any excavation today. I'll get Clive to show you to where we will be sleeping." Taehyung keeps a firm grip on the amulet while he waves over a young gentleman.

"Could you please show dear __ where the camp site is? I'd appreciate it if she didn't catch a heat stroke."

The young man, who you assume is Clive, nods and tips his hat toward you. "Of course. Miss, please follow me."

You follow along, and quickly turn your head to glance back at Taehyung, who bows.

"Come see me if you ever need anything." He grins.

After a short walk, you notice the small camp is near where the plane landed.

"Holler if you need anything!" Clive waves joyfully as he runs back to the temple, leaving you alone.

You decide to return to the plane to collect your bags. Once you get them, you locate a place to store them, and lie down to rest.

You couldn't be happier to be on this trip.

-thanks for reading! if you have any criticisms or advice, i'd be happy to hear from you! if everything goes well, part 2 should be coming soon!-

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kerryweaverlesbian · 11 months ago

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2023, cawis created...

Last year I made a post (which I cannot find) delighted to have published 81,932 words to Ao3 over 20 fics. This year I beat that with 111,227! 25 fics new last year! and that's not including poetry or things I only posted to tumblr! How wonderful!! I'm gonna do a little commentary on each of them (and I will thoughtfully put it below the cut because as I said there are 25. There is a "horny" section with some explicit quotes so just scroll past to the next heading if you don't want to see that lol.

Comedies I like to go hehehe hahaha

Stakes Aren't Just For Vampires Cas and Dean get high and silly "You're repulsive," Dean says by rote, and he isn't sure if he meant it to but it comes out cloying and sweet, like an affectionate nickname.

The first one I posted last year! It took me until March :0 I wrote this one. For maybe a slightly mean reason haha. I saw a fic where Cas did a bet for money and I was like ?? why would CAS care about getting money?? So I tried to think of a situation where he would make a bet and this one materialized!

Did you notice! I used the old reliable Rule Of Three to make the ending of Dean not sure if he said "I love you" or just thought it more potent? He thinks and then immediately says what he's thinking twice before: Cas is perfect/"You're perfect" - Dean wants to kiss him/"I want to kiss you" - and then: "I love you Cas," he thinks he says. I chose "1000 dollars" from the CBBC comedy sketch show Stupid sketch where 2 old ladies ask how much something costs and it's a normal amount and they mishear as "A thousand pounds?! You can't expect me to buy a bun for a thousand pounds. Shame on you!! I am taking my business ELSEWHERE!". The comments won't all be this long lmao (<- edit: she's wrong)

I'll Drink To That Sam and Dean both come out as bisexual at the same time late in life and they're both flabbergasted "What, do you think about how every friend we have would be in bed?" Dean tips his head to the ceiling thoughtfully and Sam wants to melt into the floor. "You're horrible. I hate you. I hate spending time with you."

The SECOND one I posted last year!! I had to cut off a joke where it's suggested that Cas may have had sex with Jesus Christ (but it's very possible he's just messing with Dean) for the sake of flow. First fic I chatted with @homoangel about so I always think of him when I think of this fic <3

I'VE CRAWLED FURTHER INTO THE VCR Cas's dream of being vored by the VCR machine is finally realised Intricate, high effort collaboration, all for the relatively unimportant end of entertaining other humans for somewhere around an hour and a half. The entire enterprise amounts to making pleasing shapes and noises for each other. Fruitless. Pointless...To spend months, years even, producing something, the only purpose of which is to waste more time…the decadence was astounding. [horny]

Speaking of fics that make me think of my friends! Wrote this for dear @castielsprostate's 1k event. Get weird get wild!! He is THE teevee angel and I love him I love him I love him for it!!!!!!

Tragedies Auogh ouch ow ouchies. Hehe <3

The Aftermath Dean and Cas have sex. It was great. Dean can't let it happen again. "He wonders - and he shouldn't, but - he wonders if Cas will sit here again, later, feeling out the absences that Dean is going to leave behind."

The THIRD one I posted this year!!! I went directly from silly silly silly to "[Dean] is a practical man, always has been. If there's something behind you that would kill you to look at it, you just don't look at it.". I think this is one of my best (<- guy who is going to say this about most of her fics sajbfhsv. I wouldn't post them if I wasn't proud of them!!)

Time/Body Problem Cas and Dean make out in the car before Cas's date in Heaven Can't Wait. It doesn't change anything. he's all sensation now, mind-body-time melted together like carved figures on a wax candle.

I wrote this and Aftermath on the same day. I was THINKING about how Dean and Cas so so so often ALMOST have it. Dean, here, is enthralled by the idea that Cas is human now and could want him (although, Cas definitely also wants him as an angel lmao but this is what Dean thinks) but also put off by it. When they kiss, he sees Cas as angelic, with a streetlamp halo, able to melt time, but when Cas is walking away from him, he's just some human guy who, crucially, can't save Dean anymore. Cas had reliably been the guy who could blast into any dangerous situation and come out on top (hot) and while that's not the only thing Dean likes about him, it WAS such a relief for scaredboy dangerlife Dean to have a guy who makes things SAFE. And now he can't. So the risk of making their relationship deeper feels even greater. Perhaps it is a selfish thought for Dean to want Cas to be able to rescue him still, but they're both in such perilous positions. He's worried for Cas too.

Oh did yous get the title by the way? It's like the mind/body problem which is, 'is the mind separate from the body or are they completely inextricable'? 'If I think of something sad and start crying while I'm hormonal, is that feeling from by body or from my mind' is how I understand it, but I'm not a philosopher haha. So time/body problem is like, all three of: Does their relationship need human senses and physical touch in order to be meaningful? Does Castiel's new experience of linear time (aka not being an angel) change how he and Dean relate to each other? And also, the more straightforward, they don't have enough time. Not to say I thought all that when the phrase came into my head, it's just bc I knew the phrase mind/body problem and mind slant rhymes with time, but that's why I liked it enough to use as a title haha.

Smoke Breaks series Dean and Cas share cigarettes at different points in their lives. Cas trails off, taking another long pull. He's going to smoke the whole thing at this rate, rude and overindulgent. Dean doesn't begrudge him, neither the cigarette nor the silence. He knows what he means.

Someone told me in the comments that reading the first one fit exactly into their actual smoke break I was like WOAH :0!!! Smoking is, unfortunately, really sexy.......I keep trying to think of a way to add another fic to make this thing end on a positive note but the theme of smoking thwarts that haha. Inherently, it is about doing something you know is unhealthy and grey and makes you feel worse, like hunting, like endverse Cas's relationship with endverse Dean, like coming back to see the lover you hurt when you can't touch them or change anything, but it's always bitter sweet because you sometimes get that burst of relief. (That's not a commentary on smokers, just on the theme of smoking as used by this series!)

The last one I think drives that home most bluntly, "No amount of talking is going to change anything." but they still hold on to each other. Also in the last one, I just wanted them to be in kind of miserable surroundings and decided on a weird, dank, alice in wonderland themed motel room, which is a) something interesting to describe when I need space between dialogue and b) the ill-advised freaky looking murals of half-humanoid Wonderland characters is a reflection of how Castiel feels - not human enough, not Other enough, twisted out of shape and c) it 'reflects' (I'm about to do a pun) their relationship has gone 'through the looking glass' (teehee) from the understood 'brothers in arms' to a strange, uncertain place where the rules have changed.

Shaking Out The Nest John gets frustrated by Dean asking to visit Sam at college. "I talk a lot of shit, but [Sam]'s always gonna be family. He's..." the only reason I'm alive, same as you, John can't quite get to come out of his mouth, so instead he repeats, "He's good."

In the demon plane episode where it's revealed that John would rave about Sam getting a full scholarship to Stanford. I think about it SO MUCH. John loved his kids but that didn't make him a suitable parent. I wanted to explore those complicated emotions and the thought patterns that might lead him to what he does. Like I don't think it's deliberately thought out scheming malice that makes him say things that make Dean feel worthless. But he only sees him as a kid when he "fails" at being an "adult" (as in, when Dean disagrees with him) and he thinks it's his job as a parent to tell Dean to knock that off. He wouldn't see his reframing of Sam leaving to "He left both of us because of his pettiness" as playing them off against each other, even though he IS, he'd see it as telling the hard truth and trusting his son to be a grown up about it. John is very emotional and parenting just via your own emotions rather than being able to step back and go 'am I being fair? is this a reasonable response to what's actually happening?' leads to situations like John blaming Dean for the Schtriga incident or saying he should 'rot in jail' for stealing peanut butter.

Horny ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Close Zoom (too close) Dean and Cas make out for the first time while watching a movie. Cas gets overexcited. [Cas] replays the experience of holding Dean; the way his eyelids had fluttered shut with relief when their mouths first connected; the lean in by increments that ended with Dean on top of him....He wants to touch him. No, he amends the oft repeated thought, he wants to touch him again.

I also wrote this inspired by going huh??? from another fic where they watch a movie together on a date on a first date and DON'T make out like. What are we doing here gang. If they are "watching a movie" and enjoy making out, then they ARE making out before the credits roll lmao. (In MY humble opinion!!!) Obviously chose The Mummy bc Dean's bisexual and I KNOW that man is showing Cas all his Formative To My Sexuality movies as a move to try and suss out what Cas's preferences are. The Lost Boys, Mr & Mrs Smith, Van Helsing, Labyrinth, Indiana Jones, Charlie's Angels, the list goes on.... Also my first installment with Cas having a bit of a pain kink (excited by the thought of a shock collar lol which I havvve been thinking about doing something more with.)

I have. by the way. a second work in progress where Cas gets wayyy more worked up than he was expecting and Dean is similar to here, slowing him down so it's not overwhelming, so look forward to it!!!!

Thunderstruck Cas has them struck by lightening while Dean sucks him off. HELL YEAH. Emanating from Castiel are intermittent bursts of white electric light, shocking across the black sky, sketching outlines of six invisible spread wings. That same light forms thin circular halos behind Cas’s head, some small, some so massive Dean can only see them in pieces. His eyes too - completely obscured by brilliant white light. He is radiant in all senses of the word.

hehehehe. If your boyfriend can make it safe to be struck by lightening like you GOTTA do it just for the experience. I decided to have Dean not be like, blown away by it (but he is blown away by seeing a bit of trueform Cas) and instead find it just kind of weird but not bad to try and be true to life. sometimes you try something and don't love it or hate it and that's okay! Normal part of having sex. Sex is just another activity with lots of things you can do with it. That, and, it can't all be high points lol. That's why Cas is a little subdued when Dean says he only has 6 wings. peaks and valleys :)

The Feeling Is Enough Service top Dean :) "Cas - Cas, please...please can I come?" Cas doesn't say anything, just smiles up at him adoringly.

This one was bc @faithdeans lamented the lack of service top Dean destiel and I raced to his aid. Literally Dean would LOVE doing this.

Red Velvet Lines The Black Box Vampire!Dean sucking Cas's blood :) Cas is the only angel human enough to have workable blood.... And even if there were anyone else, Dean wouldn't want them. His is the only blood in Dean's veins.

This one was bc @domesticatedangel lamented the lack of vampire destiel smut and I raced to her aid. Castiel the rebel angel being horny over being given an order that he chooses to follow of his own volition? It's more likely than you think! The unmissable return of Castiel's pain kink lmao, even moreso in the second chapter. His penis! in peril!!!!!

The Girl Is Dead. Long Live The Woman. (Anna/Pamela*) Anna visits Pamela to find out what she wants and they have sex :) "I'm not used to - being part of things still. Being touchable. I didn't make the most of it, as a human. I didn't do enough. I was afraid. Embarrassed of my own feeling. I think I wasted my life." "Be fair. You were a kid for most of it. You didn't know who you were."

THIS one was because @honestlyhaunted lamented the lack of Pamela/Anna smut and I RACED to their aid. You may be noticing a theme. It's quite possible that if you sigh forlornly over a lack of erotica and I see it that something will be done about it. No promises though lol.

I tried to go for a more season 4 and 5 "everyone just fully states their unique moral philosophy out loud" vibe. And a "Pamela's disability actually affects her life in a practical way" vibe that the show itself elected to ignore. I DID get distracted a few times from my goal of "they have hot sex" because I got too invested in Anna's weird life. As I said in a comment response, Anna is the butterfly that wants to squash herself back into her cocoon. She went from being very emotionally present in her body as a human to having a very flat affect as an angel again (in part because she didn't feel the need to mask her autism anymore. Anna's autistic just like Cas and Hannah and people are not saying this!!!!). And, finally. I wanted a woman to have sex with a woman using a strap on because I hadn't done that yet LOL.

*If this ship was more prominent we could be calling it Pamelanna which is very fun to say.

The Dog, the Lamb and the Butcher Dean and Crowley are having sex during their summer of love and Cas is caught watching them >:3 Then again, fairness doesn't seem to be the watchword here. Dean's looking up at him with what could be adoration, but there's a wildness to him too, a sparkling mischief that undercuts any implied promise of loyalty. "You like me, don't you Cas? You like me. Uhhn -" A groan born out of Crowley picking up the pace again, making Dean rock into the mattress, "You like me. You like me all the time, no matter what I do. You even like me now."

Nobody asked for this I have no one to blame but myself. I love and adore the Dean who cannot speak his feelings no matter how much he wants to but there is always room in my heart for an overemotional Demon!Dean who says and does whatever he wants because he's lost the ability to care about the consequences. We could have had it alllllll.

Ask for it Cas caught casturbating by Dean. What happens next WON'T surprise you. His breathing is labored, and he's making quiet sounds of effort, which probably have something to do with the fact that his fingers are pushing in and out of the wet, open pussy between his legs. The pace doesn't slow at Dean's interruption, giving Dean ample time to absorb the image of Cas’s long fingers being swallowed to the last knuckle.

I am asking here now. I am the one sighing forlornly. I don't CARE that there are already 232 accidental voyeurism destiel fics. MAKE MORE. SHOW ME MORE. SHOW ME MORE. I WANT TO READ MORE. MORE SHAMELESSLY SELF-PLEASURING CASTIEL AND/OR DEAN AND THEY DON'T HAVE A SOCIAL SCRIPT FOR THIS SITUATION SO THEY'RE JUST GOING ON INSTINCT AND THEIR INSTINCT IS TO BE CRAZY HORNY ABOUT IT. SHOW ME MORE!!!!!

Ahem. Or don't teehee. This was my most self indulgent smut (and that's really saying something!!!!). I highly recommend just fuckin going for it because it means I get to reread something all the time that is exactly suited to my tastes!! Hell yeah!!

Fluff :3 this is uwu-hat uwu've aww been uwu-ating fow :3

Pretty Wife Closeted to even himself genderqueer Dean inadvertently insists that he's Cas's wife. Neither of them are opposed! "I think I understand," Cas says, nodding to himself with his 'I got it' smile, "Yes. We are playing roles. I will 'take out the trash' while you 'sit there and look pretty'."

My kingdom for genderqueer dean. He's literally butch. Helloooo!!

Okay that's all for fluff. LOL. SORRY. I post most of my fluff directly to tumblr!!

Carefully Plotted!!! These are the big ones!!!!!!!! All three of these are "One of my best".

A Light Above Descending Cas gives Dean his Grace to calm his Mark of Cain rages. He assumes Dean doesn't remember what he tells him when he's being fed, so he allows himself to be kind. He assumes Dean would prefer that he quietly sacrifice his life for him. He assumes that he hasn't got any family left who love him. He's wrong. A rat gets what a rat gets, is the phrase that repeats in his head, although he can’t speak them over the pounding of his heart, a rat gets what a rat gets.

I have talked about this one at great length in my #cawis commentary tag so I will not reiterate here. Other than that I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo so so so so proud of it and I love it so much.

The Voice In My Earpiece Thinks You're An Idiot (Jo/Bela) JoBela heist fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“If anyone touches you again, I will cut off their fingers.” The fierce darkness of the promise plunges into Bela’s stomach, like a punch. Nobody has ever made her a promise like that before. Not one she believed, anyway. “Do you believe me?” “That would -” Bela clears her throat, finding her voice croaky - “That would blow our cover.” “I don’t care.” She means it. Bela remembers what Jo said when they properly introduced themselves - “I make a promise, I keep it.”. Stupid, it is, to throw away their plans over a few moments of discomfort. Ridiculous. Childish. “Do you believe me?” Jo repeats, and Bela nods, jerky, unpracticed. “Yes.” She takes a breath, then says again, “Yes.”

They get the biggest quote because theyyy mean so much to meeeee. I'll probably do another cawis commentary on this at some point bc there are too many things I did on purpose to say them all here. For now: when the woman who's learned to never trust anyone comes to trust the woman who's never felt trusted. And they banter and have hot lesbian sex. ROMANCE.

In Case of Emergency S1 Faith!Dean gets a new roommate at the hospital who's weird and intense and unexplainable things happen to him at night. I wonder who it could beeeee surely no one who's significant to Dean!!! (It's S5 Cas when he did the angel banishing sigil on his own chest) One of the machines on the other side starts going crazy with noise just as the curtain is cast back in a dramatic swish. The shadow of a man looms, sinister and ominously silent. He's watching Dean, but Dean can't do the same, his face impossible to make out. A red light flashes off kilter to his head from his monitors, and Dean gets the absurd thought that it looks like a knocked off halo.

You know it you love it it's In Case Of Emergency. I just think. They DON'T have a supernatural soulmate connection but they just get on as people. If they met at any time in each other's lives for the very first time (aside from Godstiel lol) they would end up getting along! They click! They LIKE each other!

I thought a lot about the Sam role in this fic. If you have 3 people and 2 of them want something (to hang out all the time) then the 3rd person SHOULD be getting in the way of that (closing the curtain) for a believable reason (Dean needs to rest and stop tiring himself out with this random stranger!!!). Sam comparing Dean's imminent demise to Mary's death and Dean eventually asking what he'd want Mary to say to him (with the subtext; what can I say to make it better that I'm dying) made me cry as I wrote it and every time I reread it. It's making me cry NOW lol. augh fuck im rereading i'm crying. turns out. when you write exactly what touches you emotionally. you feel touched. emotionally. to read it.

Also this fic now makes me think of darling @forestofsprites bc they've left such wonderfully kind tags every time they've reblogged it :') ily

Misc I dunno. These don't fit in the other categories lol.

6th Life's The Charm! Sarah Blake/Bela Meow!!!!! Sarah gets a mysterious commission to find a painting, and a strangely perceptive cat follows her home the same day. But those can't possibly be connected I'm sure. Smiling with her eyes closed, Sarah puts a hand on B's back and touches. Skin. She startles awake and jerks her hand away. By the embers of the fire, she can see the woman lying on top of her....The woman is watching her, smiling, and her pupils are strange. They creep a little too far into her irises. She's also the most beautiful woman Sarah has ever seen. Stunning, in both senses of the word. "No questions?" The woman asks eventually, as Sarah's silent stare ticks on. Her tone is a) British and b) faintly mocking, like she knows something Sarah doesn't.

Little turned into a kitty cat romcom!! I do fun little asides in footnote format! Middle aged yaoi ummmm but what about middle aged YURI??? Sarah references Sex in the City and is having a midlife crisis what more do you want from me!!! I did want to have a little moment of Sarah saying "sorry about the collar attempt" and Bela flirtily going "hmm, I think it'd look better on you" and Sarah spontaneously combusting but it didn't quite flow. Maybe in the horny sequel I kinda want to write...

MEOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello, Sun In My Face Cas realises he's in love with Dean. The natural thing to do is to tell him right away. "Don't," Dean pleads, and it's not clear whether he means don't love me or don't tell me. Either way, Cas is going to let him down. "I love you," Cas repeats, firmly, "I have loved you. I will love you. That's all."

Too angsty for the fluff section, too sweet for the tragedies. What are you. As may be clear from previous works, in MY world, Dean and Cas platonically sleep together every night and snuggle the whole time :3 even if it's a world where they're aromantic I firmly believe this would be the case. When I say platonic I am not saying it with a wink and a nudge, as a few scattered comments seem to suggest they think. But also in this one they are also romantically in love haha.

How Do You Go From Wanting To Having? When Cas stumbles back to life after escaping from the Empty, Dean can't speak the words in his heart. But he can write them. You can have it, and variations thereupon: You can have it, damn it; could have fucking taken me, asshole; what do you think is supposed to make me happy now, you arrogant, stupid son of a bitch?

I don't know if I made the most of this premise lol but I had fun building the evidence of grief into the Bunker. They pushed a heavy object in front of the door to the dungeon so they didn't have to see it, Dean filled his room with lights so he didn't have to be in the dark (a general post-canon headcanon of mine that both Dean and Cas have lamps on all night), Dean's stiff position during his nightmare. Little clues that Cas does NOT pick up on bless his heart.

This Is A Love That Lasts Forever It's about Claire giving Cas a haircut. It's about grief. It's about love. Cas remembers - though he shouldn't, ethically - sending Claire for a time out for saying the word 'damn' when she was 6, though she surely couldn't have known what it meant. Swinging her hand on the way to church on Sundays. Clapping for her awkward turn at playing Mary in the Christmas Nativity. Loving Claire had only deepened Jimmy's love of God, and this was the love that Castiel had taken advantage of. He doesn't deserve even a moment of Claire’s forgiveness.

Last one! I uploaded this on the 29th of December but it ISSSSSS absolutely 1000% one of my best. Cas and Claire's relationship in canon is so WEIRD. One doesn't typically accept grumpy cats from the guy wearing your dad's corpse as a skin suit??? Even if he's kind of nice to you?? So this is my way of figuring out how to make it make sense. She can't ditch Cas because that's where all her dad's love is stored and nobody else in her life knows her dad anymore. And they both have to try and make that work.

I had a different ending in mind for a little while - Claire completing the haircut and then going oh my god. now you don't look like my dad anymore. what have I done now I won't remember him I'm so stupid!!! put it back how it was!! and Cas is like um I can't do that though I'm low on Grace and Claire cries herself out about it and they talk about having to get used to new, unfamiliar circumstances. But I like what I went with more (obviously. because I wrote it lol).

Little headcanons that I carried across from other works: - Claire will allow Donna to be as cutesy and affectionate as she likes and Donna calls her "Claire-bear" and nobody can figure out why it's a shy little happy smile when Donna pats her cheek and beams at her and she would kill anyone else who tried it with her laser eyes. I do though, I know why. It's bc of Donna's easy open affection that genuinely isn't trying to hide anything. Claire knows Donna isn't faking it because Donna is kind to everything and everyone. She would have a harder time with Garth though even though Donna and Garth are very similar in this regard, just because. Well. The girl has been traumatized and betrayed by so many "nice" men. God how did I get onto this. Donna is the mom/aunty figure Claire has needed for a long time. I talk about this in Growing A New Half Soul - Angel's were never children I talk about in A Light Above Descending.

THE END.

If you've read this. Are you sure you didn't have anything better to do with your time avhsbv but thank you!!! Go follow all the friends I've @'d because then they might do follower events and I might write more things as a result!!!! Also go and write some dean walking in on cas masturbating fic and then send it to me.

My challenge for you is to think about women falling in love with other women. Wow, beautiful, right? And also to think of ONE thing you did that you are proud of this year. Even and in fact especially if it's something you're not "supposed" to be proud of. Did you find something new you liked. Were you kind to someone. Were you kind to yourself when you didn't have to be. All these and more are things to take pride in.

I, for one, am proud of having written 111,227 words of complete short fiction!!!!! So much so that I wrote another 4936 words talking about them here :)

#cawis commentary #fic recs #this post is actually really just for me to reflect on my own work and remember all the fun stuff I put in there #and this number also isn't including my many many many WIPs teehee #anyway. MWAH!!!!!

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underjumble · 2 years ago

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Welcome to the world of Underjumble!

I've never really been a fan of most swap aus, because it always just felt like a retexture to me. Yes, they have a different look and name, but I like swap aus where the characters aren't just character A 2.0 but also that they're a different enough character. So here's a dumb little au of my own! Each character's personality is not only or mainly the character they replace are, and I'm hoping I made them rather in character. This does not mean that the characters will always be 100% canon compliant ofc, they're still somewhat different. idk how to describe it ;-;

Don't have any sketches at the moment, but here's some explaining! I have a lot of little bits of world building that's small things that I'd love to share :)

Sans!

The backstory stays mostly the same, but some boss monsters, afraid for their life, sided with humans. They were granted in because the more the better. After that, though, they were outcasted and were seen as unequal. Although, some reproduced with humans, giving a breed. Most look like normal humans or monsters, but they have certain qualities and they're different enough for both of the races to be able to absorb their souls. Sans is like monsters, but his soul lasts for a little while. He has a very unhappy past and has some problems with emotions and lashing out. He deeply regrets a lot of his actions, but he can't fix it now. He is 12 and his au nickname is Wisp. I can't remember where I got that.

Unrelated to Wisp, but if you have any suggestions for any nicknames or changing it, feel free to shoot an ask! You can also use different nicknames for people but I'd like to know first so I can understand ^^

Papyrus/Doggo!

Papyrus takes the place of Asriel/Flowey! In present instead of a flower he is a dog plush, and the eyes were cracked by being dropped on when he was still alive. He's also color blind like an actual dog, leaving him with subpar vision. With this and the fact Frisk hunches over with their hood on, Doggo mistakes them for Sans. He has a resentment of being coddled and treated like a baby from Sans (who does have a reason, but Doggo doesn't know that. He's not mad at Sans though.) He believes Sans is upset at him for being weak for not continuing the plan. He's 9 mentally, and his au nickname is Angeco. It was originally a mix of French words, but I realized that I chose the parts that are exactly like the English version. It's a mash of ange corrompu, or corrupted angel.

Asriel!

Asriel takes the place of Toriel! Asriel is an adult. He is not a father to Sans and Papyrus, but is the King's past advisor. He was really good with the kids, though, leaving him their babysitter a couple of times. He doesn't hold as much hatred to Gaster as Toriel does to Asgore. Asriel tried to reason with him, but after realizing nothing would work, they went their separate ways. Asriel does not like Gaster due to his decisions, but he's not as brutal to Gaster as Toriel is to Asgore.

Xakial is his au nickname, a misspelling of Zadkiel, the angel of mercy.

Napstablook!

Napstablook takes Sans' place! They aren't lazy or really as aware as Sans is. Instead, they're kinda jumpy and scared, which is why they're not the best person to post at a station.

They are better at keeping their promise than Sans. They try to help you throughout it but are too afraid for combat. They met Asriel through venting to the door.

They are the final boss of the genocide route, but don't like it and realizes they have to do it because of how they don't want you to hurt anyone else. You keep attacking and attacking but you don't hit them, until the final hit where Sans takes control. They blurrily know that you can go back in time, and thinks they can stop you because physical attacks can't hurt them, but know not too much other than that.

Valuar is their au nickname. It's a mash of valu pisarad, which means tears of pain

Mettaton!

Mettaton takes Papyrus' place. He wants everyone to idolize him and doesn't really care about the royal guard in any other sense, and is less selfless than Papyrus. However, there are still moments where he shines and shows care and love for others, despite being mostly self absorbed.

Maddie!

Maddie takes Gaster's place. She was a mad scientist type where she just fucked around and found out. She isn't too serious of a character lol. She follows around Frisk sometimes but mostly hangs out with her cousins while making crude jokes although they can't see her. She does miss being with her family sometimes though, and would do anything to be able to interact with them. Au nickname is Madcie, based off her name and mad scientist.

Chara!

Chara takes the place of Undyne! Like Sans, they are one of the very few human monster hybrids. Their soul would shatter quickly, so there's no reason for them to be slain. This brings them a bit more self hatred, that they aren't able to give their soul. They don't know what happened to Asriel, and misses him. It has katana magic, and has some muscle with some scars. In the genocide route, their eyes and mouth get gooey to show that the magic side of them is unable to handle the determination. As you defeat them, their magic becomes melted.

Au name is Lehanial (Perennial, a yellow flower, + Lehanii, a tribute to a friend)

Asgore!

Asgore takes the place of Maddie. He's just a sad little dude who takes care of the flowers in Waterfall. He's an optional fight, as he will only fight you if you nag him. He won't try to kill you. There are two ways to end the battle. Kill him, or wait until Napstablook finds you and gains the courage to tell him to leave you alone (He wasn't really looking to fight and thought you wanted it just as a game, but Blooky doesn't know that)

Toriel!

Toriel takes the place of Alphys! She and Chara are in a rocky relationship because Toriel doesn't agree with the violent approach. Chara argued it was the only way that lead Toriel to try the true lab. They miss each other but believe the other is angry, which Frisk has to make them come together again in true pacifist.

She's also why Asriel and Chara have such high rankings, because she knew Gaster and thus Gaster knew that the two were qualified from them meeting a lot.

Alphys!

Alphys takes the place of Napstablook. She's shy and wants to be your friend, but is scared of annoying you. She looks up to Undyne, they were once friends (well. Crushing on each other) before Undyne got famous. Undyne planned on coming back but always got caught up and was under a lot of stress. Alphys keeps watching and coming to her stuff, hoping to get her attention.

Undyne!

Undyne takes Mettaton's place! Toriel got her a boost in success due to her status and being well known. Undyne believes in Justice and isn't super self absorbed like Mettaton. She always planned on coming back to Alphys but she got juggled in all her work that she lost sight of what was important. She's a celebrity, but doesn't do shows like Mettaton, instead being more known for fighting.

Gaster!

Gaster takes Asgore's place. He isn't as heartbroken over hurting humans, but he doesn't enjoy it. To him, it's a necessary sacrifice. He holds no hate to the human children, seeing it as professional.

These aren't the only ones switched but they're the main and I've gone long enough FUGKXGIDYIDYID-

#Undertale au #underjumble #undertale #safeutdr #<- that's how i say there's no misgendering right #gaster au #sans au #papyrus au #undyne au #alphys au #napstablook au #mettaton au #asriel au #chara au #asgore au #toriel au #im not putting the characters themselves bc i dont wanna spam tags with aus for classic lovers (myself included.)

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yanenass-blog · 8 months ago

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Oh hi! A few people asked me about this AU and I really didn't expect people to like it and engage so much, but I'm glad you all did! So I decided to make a small post with some information about :)

I don't exactly have a name for this AU that started with just some ideas shared with my dear friend who helped me a lot in the process (follow him on Twitter @_SoGek1ng_ He is so talented! And he helps me with a lot of illustrations too) So I ended up starting to get really attached and now I can't breathe without them they're consuming a lot of my life at the moment, so here we go!

So, the first ones to bond together were Shanks, Mihawk and Buggy, Due to the history they have with each other over the years, despite the breakups and reconciliations over the years, they managed to get back together.

Buggy and Mihawk didn't start dating until they were in the Cross guild together, Shanks dated them individually but they had nothing between them until then.

Crocodile and Mihawk already had a history before, shortly after Crocodile left Impel Down, they came to meet with business excuses that always ended in something more, But they started to have a more serious relationship when they were also in the Cross guild and that's when they started dating Buggy too.

Doflamingo and Crocodile had almost the same relationship as Shanks with Mihawk and Buggy, a phased love where they broke up and reconciled for many years until after Dressrosa, Where Crocodile helped Doflamingo escape from the Marines, was when they came to terms with actually being together.

Buggy and Doflamingo met through Crocodile, and let's say that Doflamingo really liked the clown and they also ended up having a relationship.

This is a very light explanation of how they started to have a relationship, but if you want, I can make a post talking about each relationship in more depth because I still have a lot to say about all of this.

But this AU really starts with Buggy's surprise pregnancy (I'm sorry to anyone who doesn't like this trope) but basically, Buggy is a trans man who, unlike Crocodile (who had Ivankov's help in transitioning), has been taking hormonal treatment with testosterone for many years until now, so no one expected him to actually get pregnant, and in the end the most confusing part is that they didn't know who the biological father could be, since it could be between Mihawk, Shanks and Doflamingo (everyone wants a piece of the clown and I love them for it)

In the end, Buggy decides to keep the pregnancy and the others come together to take care of him and his future baby, where their relationship begins to deepen into something more intimate as they build their own confusing, mess and unlikely family, but believe me they strangely make it work.

And the last surprise was that Buggy was carrying twins, who they only discovered at birth, their names are Egretta and Heron :) They are twins from different fathers, where Egretta is Shanks' biological daughter and Heron is Mihawk's biological son.

A little sketch of them, the big dog is from Shanks and the Pug is from Crocodile :))

So I hope this post hasn't gotten confusing because it's a bit direct, and I'm still slightly apprehensive about posting about this AU in full detail, but the reaction from all of you was so good that it made me more comfortable, feel free to ask any questions you want! Or suggestions for future posts are welcome!

@fanaticsnail As you asked to be tagged :)

Sorry for the bad English, but stay safe! bye bye!

Shared boyfriends who share boyfriends....

I love them so much god

#one piece #op ship #mishanks #shuggy #doffybuggy #doffuwani #crocobug #bughawk #poliamory #fan child #love child

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silverhallow · 3 years ago

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Hello Ash!

I loved the kids Benny and Sophie drabble that you wrote ( I know I told you, but I can't not say it again 😅).

I was wondering if you could write a drabble about their first meet! And I know your plate is already full with all the wonderful fics on AO3 and the training, but maybe, once you're free you could turn this into a fic as well?

🧡 Eyra

I don't know if i'll post this to AO3... if people think I should... i will but here...

A little more of Benedict and Sophie's first meeting!

I LOVE WRITING LITTLE BENNI AND SOPHIE THEY'RE SO FRICKING CUTE!!!!

Sophie beamed as her father said she could go play with the other children. Save for Kate and her little baby sister, she didn’t have any friends, she had no one else to play with yet here there was an abundance of children for her to play with. Giving her father, Lord and Lady Bridgerton a cute curtsey, she lifted her skirts and began to run over to the group of children but as she got closer she saw there was one boy not playing, he was sitting nearby under a tree and something made her stop.

She paused in her run, there was something that had made her stop. It was like pins and needles, it was like the magic her papa told her about in the stories he read her before bed, of princess’ and handsome princes and the way the boys hair was flopping over his face, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was Prince Charming

He was definitely older than she was, but he wasn’t too old as he wasn’t wearing long trousers. His brow was furrowed in concentration and he seemingly didn’t look very happy and Sophie decided she didn’t like the sad look on his face and she skipped over to him, the other children completely forgotten about.

She stood in front of him, her hands swinging, a bright smile on her face as she took in the boy as he looked up and just started blinking as he just stared at her “who are you?” he asked, his voice a little shocked at the blonde girl in front of him who had a bright wide smile, a few teeth missing and the greenest eyes he had ever seen in his life.

“I’m Sophie Beckett!” she said, curtseying, keeping her eyes on the boy who just chuckled at her

“You don’t have to do that… I'm no one important” the boy said blushing a little as he waved a hand.

“Everyone is important! Sir told me everyone is important!” she said brightly.

“Sir?”

“My… er…” she turned around and pointed at a man “him? He’s like my papa but he said he’s not my papa… he looks after me” she said, carefully thinking because she couldn’t remember the word. Benedict noticed that she wrinkled her nose in concentration and he couldn’t help staring at her.

She was like a magical garden fairy and she just seemed so happy, almost shaking with happiness as she smiled him, not even paying attention to the screams of his siblings behind him

“Guardian?” he suggested

“Yes! That!” she said, giving him an even brighter smile and honestly the sheer force of it had him smiling back it felt a little lopsided and it felt like one of the first genuine ones he had since the Pall Mall game with his cousins and brother a few weeks ago. There was something about this girl that seemed to radiate happiness and made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Sophie beamed at him, tilting her head at him as she asked “what’s your name?”

“Benedict… Ben” he said realising he hadn’t actually said his name.

“Nice to meet you Ben!” she said brightly “why are you not playing with the rest?” she asked

Benedict shrugged “Anthony picked a stupid game” he huffed, he knew the rest of his family had wanted to play and as he didn’t he had taken himself off, “so i’m just… sketching” he said as he lifted his book and charcoal.

“Can I sit with you?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Do you not want to go play? Everyone usually wants to go play with them” he said bemused. Why would someone not want to play with his siblings and sit with him… even Eloise who like reading had called him boring because he didn’t want to join in.

Sophie shook her head “No. I want to sit with you”

“I’m boring though,” he said, blinking in shock as he repeated his sister’s words back to her.

“I don’t think you are boring” she said unabashed “you’re the most interesting person i’ve met today”

“Okay then, you can sit with me” he said, moving over on his blanket.

Sophie took a seat next to him and she leaned over and looked at the picture he was drawing and she gasped “Oh that’s really good! Is that your brothers and sisters playing?” she asked

Benedict blinked at the picture and then at the girl and nodded “you really think so?”

“I do!” she nodded enthusiastically.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, closing the book feeling self-conscious. The only person who had ever really listened to his art had been his grandmama and she was gone now and he was struggling with it. First Anthony had gone off to Eton and left him alone with their younger siblings, then his grandmama was gone… Benedict had never felt lonelier in his life.

“I don’t lie, Sir and my auntie told me never to lie…” she said with a nod and a bright smile, placing her little hands on top of his and Benedict felt something akin to electricity jolt through him.

“Oh” he said a little stupidly and he found he actually believed her, there was something about this young girl that made him want to believe every word that came out of her mouth,

“Do you have more?” she said as he nodded his head.

“Can I see?” she asked brightly

“Really? You want to see?” he asked

Sophie nodded and moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulders and Benedict loved the way her head felt on him, it felt comforting. “I really really do!”

Benedict smiled and opened his book “very well then” and for the first time in his life he shared his pictures.

“Who is this?” Sophie asked as they worked their way through his book and they came across a picture of an eldery, regal looking woman.

“Oh… erm… my grandmama” he said sadly.

“Oh she was so pretty” Sophie said, tilting her head “did she really look like this?” she asked.

Benedict nodded “close…”

“You look like her…” Sophie said.

“Do you think so?” he said with a smile.

Sophie looked up at him and using her little hand ran it over his cheek “i know it’s black and white but the eyes, you have the same sparkle, and i think maybe you had the same colour eyes…” Sophie said curiously.

Benedict’s mouth fell open “my papa says we did…”

“Was she an artist too?” Sophie asked

“I’m not an artist,” Benedict blushed.

“You will be one day!” Sophie said solemnly. “I think you will be a great one with lots of pictures in the national galleries and everyone in London with marvel over your creations!” she grinned.

Benedict shook his head “nooooo”

Sophie nodded “You will! Sir says we get better with practice! If you practise and as you are a boy you get to go to school and you can learn and you can be the very best!” Sophie said

“Do you really think so?” Benedict asked, she was the first person who seemed to take it seriously, Anthony called his drawing doodles and his other siblings “silly sketches” but Sophie, like his grandmother… seemed to encourage him and he loved that.

“I do! Benedict Bridgerton! Finest artist in the making!” Sophie grinned at him.

Benedict laughed and it was the first time he could see it. “How long are you stopping with us for?” Benedict asked curiously.

“Sir says All summer!” Sophie said excitedly.

“Really? Maybe you could help me with some pictures? And pick some things for me to draw?” he asked her, he wanted to impress her, he liked her praise and her encouragement.

“I would love to! Maybe I could read to you while you draw!” she said “my only friend Kate says I read the best stories!” she grinned.

“You only have one friend?” he asked her

Sophie shrugged “i don’t know many people. Sir hasn’t really took me to meet people and Auntie Sarah takes me to the Sharma’s as she’s friends with Lady Mary and her daughter is my age”

“I’ll be your friend” Benedict said with a bright smile.

Sophie beamed at him and hugged him tightly “I’d like that! Thank you!!” she grinned.

They were called back to the house after Benedict told her more about his grandmother as she asked curiously and Benedict offered his arm to her, like he watched his father do for his mother and led her to the house. Ignoring the sniggers from his siblings and feeling pride and happiness when she chose to sit next to him and dinner and they spent the evening ignoring the rest of his family. Talking and giggling, Violet’s eyes watching them, tears in them, as she started to see signs of her shy son coming back to them, coming back to the happy boy she knew he was.

By the time the children went to bed that night and she crawled into bed with her husband she said “Benedict’s going to marry Sophie”

“He’s 12 Violet dear… let us not marry him off yet…” Edmund chuckled

“I’m not but I know true love when I see it,” she said, “and they might be young, but surely you saw them…”

“They’re children…” Edmund said

“Mark my words Edmund… you’ll see” Violet said, kissing her husband’s cheek.

And 12 years later, when they announced their engagement, Violet couldn’t help but turn to her husband with a smug “i told you to mark my words”

#a million dreams #amd au #amd outtakes #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benophie #Aubrey Hall 1802 #ask ash #ash’s asks and answers #ash’s asks #benedict x sophie

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soundsfaebutokay · 3 years ago

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So I've recc'd this video before, but it deserves its own post because it's one of my favorite things on youtube. It's a Tedx Talk by comics writer, editor, and journalist Jay Edidin, and I really think that it will connect with a lot of people here.

If you live and breathe stories of all kinds, you might like this.

If you care about media representation, you might like this.

If you're neurodivergent, you might like this.

If you're interested in a gender transition story that veers from the norm, you might like this.

If you love the original Leverage and especially Parker, and understand how important it is that a character like her exists, you will definitely like this.

Transcript below the cut:

You Are Here: The Cartography of Stories

by Jay Edidin

I am autistic. And what this means in practice is that there are some things that are easier for me than they are for most people, and a great many things that are somewhat harder, and these affect my life in more or less overt ways. As it goes, I'm pretty lucky. I've been able to build a career around special interests and granular obsession. My main gig at the moment is explaining superhero comics continuity and publishing history for which work I am somehow paid in actual legal currency—which is both a triumph of the frivolous in an era of the frantically pragmatic, and a job that's really singularly suited to my strengths and also to my idiosyncrasies.

I like comics. I like stories in general, because they make sense to me in ways that the rest of the world and my own mind often don't. Self-knowledge is not an intuitive thing for me. What sense of self I have, I've built gradually and laboriously and mostly through long-term pattern recognition. For decades, I didn't even really have a self-image. If you'd asked me to draw myself, I would eventually have given you a pair of glasses and maybe a very messy scribble of hair, and that would've been about it. But what I do know—backwards, forwards, and in pretty much every way that matters—are stories. I know how they work. I understand their language, their complex inner clockwork, and I can use those things to extrapolate a sort of external compass that picks up where my internal one falls short. Stories—their forms, their structure, the sense of order inherent to them—give me the means to navigate what otherwise, at least for me, would be an impassable storm of unparsable data. Or stories are a periscope, angled to access the parts of myself I can't intuitively see. Or stories are a series of mirrors by which I can assemble a composite sketch of an identity I rarely recognize whole...which is how I worked out that I was transgender, in my early thirties, by way of a television show.

This is my story. And it's about narrative cartography, and representation, and why those things matter. It's about autism and it's about gender and it's about how they intersect. And it's about the kinds of people we know how to see, and the kinds of people we don't. It's not the kind of story that gets told a lot, you might hear a lot, because the narrative around gender transition and dysphoria in our culture is really, really prescriptive. It's basically the story of the kid who has known for their whole life that they're this and not that, and that story demands the kind of intuitive self-knowledge that I can't really do, and a kind of relationship to gender that I don't really have—which is part of why it took me so long to figure my own stuff out.

So, to what extent this story, my story has a beginning, it begins early in 2014 when I published an essay titled, "I See Your Value Now: Asperger's and the Art of Allegory." And it explored, among other things, the ways that I use narrative and narrative structures to navigate real life. And it got picked up in a number of fairly prominent places that got linked, and I casually followed the ensuing discussion. And I was surprised to discover that readers were fairly consistently assuming I was a man. Now, that in itself wasn't a new experience for me, even though at the time I was writing under a very unambiguously female byline. It had happened in the letter columns of comics I'd edited. It had happened when a parody Twitter account I'd created went viral. When I was on staff at Wired, I budgeted for fancy scotch by putting a dollar in a box every time a reader responded in a way that made it clear they were assuming I was a man in response to an article where my name was clearly visible, and then I had to stop doing that because it happened so often I couldn't afford to keep it up. But in all of those cases, the context, you know, the reasons were pretty obvious. The fields I'd worked in, the beats I covered, they were places where women had had to fight disproportionally hard for visibility and recognition. We live in a culture that assumes a male default, so given a neutral voice and a character limit, most readers will assume a male author.

But this was different, because this wasn't just a book I'd edited, it wasn't a story I'd reported—it was me, it was my story. And it made me uncomfortable, got under my skin in ways that the other stuff really hadn't. And so I did what I do when that happens, and I tried to sort of reverse-engineer it to look at the conclusions and peel them back to see the narratives behind them and the stories that made them tick. And I started this, I started this by going back to the text of the essay, and you know, examining it every way I could think of: looking at craft, looking at content. And in doing so, I was surprised to realize that while I had written about a number of characters with whom I identified closely, that every single one of those characters I'd written about was male. And that surprised me even more than the responses to the essay had, because I've spent my career writing and talking and thinking about gender and representation in popular media. In 2014, I'd been the feminist gadfly of an editorial department and multiple mastheads. I'd been a founding board member of an organization that existed to advocate for more and better representation of women and girls in comics characters and creators. And most of my favorite characters, the ones I'd actively seek out and follow, were women. Just not, apparently, the characters I saw myself in.

Now I still didn't realize it was me at this point. Remember: self-knowledge, not very intuitive for me. And while I had spent a lot of time thinking about gender, I'd never really bothered to think much about my own. I knew academically that the way other people read and interpreted my gender affected and had influenced a lifetime of social and professional interactions, and that those in turn had informed the person I'd grown up into during that time. But I really believed, like I just sort of had in the back of my head, that if you peeled away all of that social conditioning, you'd basically end up with what I got when I tried to draw a self-portrait. So: a pair of glasses, messy scribble of hair, and in this case, maybe also some very strong opinions about the X-Men. I mean, I knew something was off. I'd always known something was off, that my relationship to gender was messy and uncomfortable, but gender itself struck me as messy and uncomfortable, and it had never been a large enough part of how I defined myself to really feel like something that merited further study, and I had deadlines, and...so it was always on the back burner. So, I looked, I looked at what I had, at this improbable group of exclusively male characters. And I looked and I figured that if this wasn't me, then it had to be a result of the stories I had access to, to choose from, and the entertainment landscape I was looking at. And the funny thing is, I wasn't wrong, exactly. I just wasn't right either.

See, the characters I'd written about had one other significant trait in common aside from their gender, which is that they were all more or less explicitly, more or less heavily coded as autistic. And I thought, "Ah, yes. This explains it. This is under representation in fiction echoing under representation in life and vice versa." Because the characteristics that I'd honed in on, that I particularly identified with in these guys, were things like emotional unavailability and social awkwardness and granular obsession, and all of those are characteristics that are seen as unsympathetic and therefore unmarketable in female characters. Which is also why readers were assuming that I was a man.

Because, you see, here's the thing. I'm not the only one who uses stories to navigate the world. I'm just a little more deliberate about it. For humans, stories formed the bridge between data and understanding. They're where we look when we need to contextualize something new, or to recognize something we're pretty sure we've seen before. They're how we identify ourselves; they're how we locate ourselves and each other in the larger world. There were no fictional women like me; there weren't representations of women like me in media, and so readers were primed not to recognize women like me in real life either.

Now by this point, I had started writing a follow-up essay, and this one was also about autism and narratives, but specifically focused on how they intersected with gender and representation in media. And in context of this essay, I went about looking to see if I could find even one female character who had that cluster of traits I'd been looking for, and I was asking around in autistic communities. And I got a few more or less useful one-off suggestions, and some really, really splendid arguments about semantics and standards, and um...then I got one answer over and over and over in community after community after community. "Leverage," people told me. "You have to watch Leverage."

So I watched Leverage. Leverage is five seasons of ensemble heist drama. It's about a team of very skilled con artists who take down corrupt and powerful plutocrats and the like, and it's a lot of fun, and it's very clever, and it's clever enough that it doesn't really matter that it's pretty formulaic, and I enjoyed it a lot. But what's most important, what Leverage has is Parker.

Parker is a master thief, and she is the best of the best of the best in ways that all of Leverage's characters are the best of the best. And superficially, she looks like the kind of woman you see on TV. So she's young, and she's slender, and she's blonde, and she's attractive but in a sort of approachable way. And all of that familiarity is brilliant misdirection, because the thing is, there are no other women like Parker on TV. Because Parker—even if it's never explicitly stated in the show—Parker is coded incredibly clearly as autistic. Parker is socially awkward. Her speech tends to have limited inflection; what inflection it does have is repetitive and sounds rehearsed a lot of the time. She's not emotionally literate; she struggles with it, and the social skills she develops over the series, she learns by rote, like they're just another grift. When she's not scaling skyscrapers or cartwheeling through laser grids, she wears her body like an ill-fitting suit. Parker moves like me. And Parker, Parker was a revelation—she was a revolution unto herself. In a media landscape where unempathetic women usually exist to either be punished or "loved whole," Parker got to play the crabby savant. And she wasn't emotionally intuitive but it was never ever played as the product of abuse or trauma even though she had survived both of those—it was just part of her, as much as were her hands or her eyes. And she had a genuine character arc. My god, she had a genuine romantic arc, even. And none of that required her to turn into anything other than what she was. And in Parker I recognized a thousand tics and details of my life and my personality...but. I didn't recognize myself.

Why? What difference was there in Parker, you know, between Parker and the other characters I'd written about? Those characters, they'd spanned ethnicities and backgrounds and different media and appearances and the only other characteristic they all had in common was their gender. So that was where I started to look next, and I thought, "Well, okay, maybe, maybe it's masculinity. Maybe if Parker were less feminine, she'd click with me the way those other characters had." So then I tried to imagine a Parker with short hair, who's explicitly butch, and...nothing. So okay, I extended it in what seems like the only logical direction to extend it. I said, "Well, if it's not masculinity, what if it's actual maleness? What if Parker were a man?" Ah. Yeah.

In the end, everything changed, and nothing changed, which is often the way that it goes for me. Add a landmark, no matter how slight, and the map is irrevocably altered. Add a landmark, and paths that were invisible before open wide. Add a landmark, and you may not have moved, but suddenly you know where you are and where you can go.

I wasn't going to tell this story when I started planning this talk. I was gonna tell a similar story, it was about stories, like this is, about narratives and the ways that they influence our culture and vice versa. And it centered around a group of women at NASA who had basically rewritten the narrative around space exploration, and it was a lot more fun, and I still think it was more interesting. But it's also a story you can probably work out for yourselves. In fact it's a story some of you probably have, if you follow that kind of thing, which you probably do given that you're here. And this is a story, my story is not a story that I like to tell. It's not a fun story to talk about because it's very personal and I am a very private person. And it's not universal. And it's not always relatable, and it's definitely not aspirational. And it's not the kind of story that you tend to encounter unless you're already part of it...which is why I'm telling it now. Because the thing is, I'm not the only person who uses stories to parse the world and navigate it. I'm just a little more deliberate. Because I'm tired of having to rely on composite sketches.

Open your maps. Add a landmark. Reroute accordingly.

#Jay Edidin #LGBTQ #autism #mind and body #gender norms #why humans need stories #Leverage #Parker #Abby posts Leverage #my faves #Youtube #I did my best with the transcript #sorry for any mistakes

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millakatariina64 · 4 years ago

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Happy Saiou Day!! 💙💜

So if anyone remembers last summer I said I'd post the complete portraits of my talentswap designs and a climactic scene from the AU with a full summary when they're finished? Well, I didn't forget!

So, below are my headcanons for Ultimate Supreme Leader Shuichi and Ultimate Detective Kokichi~!

(I'm really passionate about this AU, I hope you read it ':3)

(Tho no climactic scene unfortunately)

Ultimate Supreme Leader Shuichi

So first of all Shuichi's parents are still celebrities, move overseas and leave him with his uncle. However in this AU Shuichi's uncle is a politician who actually has a really good reputation. Problem is, his uncle is incredibly busy and is almost never home because of that. Still, he wants to be like his uncle (though the wish is fueled more with wanting to be good enough and accepted). Shuichi's personality is basically the same.

So then one day I Alligator girl's (Gonna call her Wani) alligator gets stolen by some group who're going to sell it and they threatened Wani to not call the police or tell anyone. So she asks Shuichi to help. Somehow they manage to retrieve the alligator together secretly (idk) and right afterwards one of Wani's friends is in trouble with some shady local business. So Wani suggests they make a group to stop these sorts of people and that Shuichi would be the leader. He agrees, he still wants to do something to make this world a better place like his uncle.

After that Wani starts asking her most trusted friends at school if they'd like to join (Shuichi would never have the social courage to ask someone that). When they get to 10 members (all girls) they stop growing for some time and decide to get themselves uniforms. When they're finally considering getting more people into the team since Shuichi doesn't really know these people, he decides to start wearing a mask to be safe. He also starts using the code name "Crow". The other 10 members go by flower names.

The group then grows a lot. And by the time Shuichi's officially scouted to be an Ultimate, it has around 1500 members. And it's making him very worried as Shuichi's not even sure anymore if he's skilled enough to lead it. The group started out stopping or changing corrupt businessmen, unethical businesses and other evil groups. And although that still is what they do, he's realized that the way they go about things is pretty illegal. (When he first realized this, he started wearing a hat.) Obviously he forbids violence, but they still use blackmail and steal information. Also they need money for the group to function at this point so they've had to get it through illegal means that Shuichi's not sure of anymore. So Shuichi is immensely scared of being revealed as the organization's leader because it would completely destroy his organization and it would also annihilate his uncle's as well as his parents' careers on the spot. Basically everything would get ruined and it would be a nation-wide scandal. Perhaps even an international scandal.

He gets even more worried when the police finally start realizing there's some sort of group that's blackmailing big businesses and start investigating.

When he gets scouted to Hope's Peak, the letter comes to his base and even HPA doesn't know his identity, just that he's a high school student. He doesn't think like he deserves the title at all since it's really his organization that does the hard stuff and Wani's the one that's made it grow and he shouldn't be panicking like this if he really was a "great leader". But he still decides to go due to "If you manage to graduate from Hope's Peak, you will be set for life!". But as his family can't know of him being scouted there as the Ultimate Supreme Leader, he forges a letter claiming he's the Ultimate Lucky Student which he shows to them. And at HPA he requests he be referred to by that title.

Problem is, now his year group has 2 Ultimate Lucky Students and a certain Ultimate Detective gets suspicious.

Miscellaneous: Shuichi really wants to use make-up but he's really afraid to at home since he feels his uncle would think it's really weird. So at the organization's base Wani heard about it and got him some makeup and now Shuichi wears makeup when on missions and at the base. Also the organization has a helicopter. (It's a central part of that climactic scene I talk so much about.) Shuichi thinks about becoming a detective perhaps, but he's not sure how he'd be able to leave his group anymore so...

Ultimate Detective Kokichi

For Kokichi I still have my pretty elaborate origin story. His early years are great until at some point his real father finds out that Kokichi's mother had actually had the Kokichi and his older twin brother with him and not her husband leaving him alone. And thus he murders Kokichi's mother out of spite. Kokichi and Tamotsu (my headcanon name for his twin) see the murder take place and flee. However, they were never actually able to make out who the murderer was and they knew even less of why their mother was murdered.

The murder never gets solved and this mystery stays in Kokichi's mind. Who ruined his life, who killed his mother?

(I feel they'd have like an uncle and their mother's husband lived with them obviously. There'd also be other factors like disposed evidence and the suspects vanishing making the murder so much harder to figure out afterwards.)

So Kokichi and Tamotsu end up at an orphanage, one related to the one Maki's at. It's kind of a terrible place, but it's where Kokichi meets (most of) Dice. They become inseparable friends (tho don't form a group with the name Dice. I'll still call them that here for clarity's sake though). However Tamotsu who had always been supporting Kokichi and being there for him at his side starts becoming bitter (jealous?) against Kokichi due to dice and starts turning against them. This is the time when Kokichi starts developing his lying to protect himself from Tamotsu as well as the borderline abusive authority at the orphanage. He's also started to figure out the dark secret of the orphanage training children to become assassins.

I feel like during this time a detective was investigating the orphanage. So when things get too dire and Kokichi and Dice escape the orphanage the detective ends up taking them in after finding them on the streets afterwards since he can't just send them to an orphanage at that point. So Kokichi and Dice end up staying with the detective and start helping him out. Kokichi's especially interested in the orphanage now and he and the detective with the help of the other Dice members figure out a lot of stuff. (This is also the time the rest of the Dice members "join".) Until one day the detective gets assassinated by someone from the orphanage sending them a message to stop the investigation.

So Kokichi takes over the Detective's office and to get by he starts working on all kinds of small cases with the help of Dice. And that's what they mostly do. Among those small cases are often cases that have something to do with saving children. However Kokichi occasionally also takes on homicides and investigates organizations. He wants to be prepared for when he finally investigates his mother's murder as well as the organization behind the orphanage. He wants those people locked up in jail forever.

Personality wise Kokichi's pretty much the same. He still loves pranks, lies all the time and would have elaborate stories (lies) about like for example how he was the one who managed to put the previous Queen of Novoselic's assassin behind bars. (The previous Queen was not even assassinated). He'd also jokingly blackmail people by claiming he knows something about them or could figure out something incriminating about them. He never really means it, though he would like try to find out harmless embarrassing secrets to mess with people.

Around the time he gets scouted to Hope's Peak he's specifically requested to assist in the investigation of a mysterious organization that steals information and sends blackmail and other such things. It's a huge flashy case, so of course he picks it up.

At Hope's Peak he then meets an (surprisingly mysterious?) Ultimate lucky student who seems really interested about his Ultimate detective talent and his lying.

Bonus

The original portraits from summer 2020. My laptop just broke when I finished the lineart and then I couldn't really edit them on my new tablet anymore and they were getting really old so I just decided to completely redo them. Also lmk if you want the sketch of the climactic scene since I'm not sure if I'll finish it even though I really like it. It looks pretty okay even if it's unfinished.

Also hope this is coherent and that I haven't forgotten anything aah. And damn if you actually made it this far gezus. This took like 4+ hours?? oops.

#saiouma #oumasai #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #danganronpa v3 #saihara shuichi #ouma kokichi #saiou #danganronpa #ndrv3 #ndrv3 killing harmony #saihara x ouma #ouma x saihara

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hms-no-fun · 3 years ago

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Alright you asked for process questions here come's one, How did you decide the placement and content of the illustrations, and how'd that work in collaboration with Janet?

i wanted to get janet (@girlpillz) to do official godfeels art pretty much immediately after her first june egbert sketch showed up in my feed. i think it was after this piece that i finally reached out to her just to say "hey your art fucking rules." when i finally started the godfeels work server back in january 2021 of course i invited her in. she actually posted wip sketches of THIS piece long before it was released, and i'm honestly not sure why i didn't ask her to let me use it in the chapter??? but when she started posting sketches of puppet june and said she wanted to play around with an animation i was immediately like THIS HAS TO BE HOW THE CHAPTER STARTS. then she posted the first finished version of the animation and this was my reaction:

anyway so her flashback art is a bit of a different story.

the flashbacks, in general, were not originally planned. i wanted the circus egotistica to be a continuous event that felt REALLY painful in a lot of ways, but the more of it i wrote the more i was like, yeah, this maybe is a bit too much all at once. so i started writing the rose flashback, and it felt so beautifully painfully tragic that i knew i had to give all the betas their own flashbacks. this was the development that ultimately delayed the chapter the most (besides all the many alterations i had to make to the J swallowed by X bits, which is a post for another day), because i wanted each of the flashbacks to dig down into something true and maybe as yet understated about these characters that would help enhance current and future events.

at some point janet and i started talking about ways she could contribute art to godfeels that wouldn't eat up TOO much of her time, and she suggested these little vignettes. i trust her judgment as an artist and like a couple days later she hit me with sketches that are pretty much identical to the final published versions, and they COMPLETELY changed my view of the chapter.

here's the thing. as a collaborative artist, i really dislike dictators. don't get me wrong, there's stuff i won't budge on re: my plans for godfeels. but generally speaking there's very little that isn't up for debate or discussion, and quite frankly i think this story has gotten astronomically better now that i've got other people with complimentary mental illnesses to mine to spitball ideas off of. @optimisticduelist2 for instance has been a TREMENDOUS help in honing my dirk voice, and is just all around a fantastically insightful person. honestly all my collaborators are amazing, they take my dumb ideas and run with them SO much further than i ever anticipated. god there's so much cool shit coming your way later this year i can't fucking wait OK I'M GETTING DISTRACTED

for me, there's no point in collaborating with another artist if all they're there to do is what i tell them to do. i like being surprised and finding inspiration in new ideas! so when my friend KC does a shitpost design of alphi apexis that's basically just kermit with six arms and a kappa indent on her head, i see that and go "okay but what if that was actually canon." like my only real thought with alphi's physical appearance was that i don't want her to look like a fucking krogan from mass effect, and like. can you get much more removed from that than kermit????

i also did this with zoe in chapter 7, where the images evolved into a dialectic between violetta and voicello, and this reverberated on the chapter itself. i modified a lot of the text to enhance that effect! it became such an integral part of the chapter that it actually changed/clarified a huge chunk of my plans for godfeels as a whole! which is why i put her as a co-author on the chapter despite her not contributing any prose.

so anyway when i got janet's flashback sketches, i found myself really enamored with just how fractured they are. partial snapshots of moments, memories that are even kind of disconnected from june in a way?

this came at a time when i was really struggling with the flashbacks. my instinct is to tie a bow on every scene as much as possible. how many times have i ranted about hollywood-style movies cutting dialogue scenes off too early? but every time i tried to close these flashbacks it felt like it was just going on too long. the chapter was already so fucking long!! i considered cutting the flashbacks at one point because i was just so certain i couldn't find a way to pull them together.

then i got janet's sketches and realized, actually it makes SENSE for these scenes to be a little fractured and incomplete, because they're memories spurned on by moments of trauma and distress. in text, the flashbacks are occurring simultaneously to everyone in june's primary system -june, J, X, and vriska- which is something i didn't even initially intend until i got to the end of the chapter and realized what that implied about X specifically.

from there i started going back and finding commonalities between the flashbacks. immediately i identified a weakness in the dave and jade flashbacks. jade's scene started with narration, which was less interesting than jumping in with dialogue like the other flashbacks. to fix that i basically took that narration and reincorporated most of it into the rest of the scene. but for dave's the problem was mostly just irrelevant context that is basically implied by the rest of the scene (which i'll share with you now because it's short and kind of cute):

as to the placement of the images themselves, the obvious answer is to put them at the beginning of the flashbacks right? but something about that just felt wrong to me, and i think it's specifically dave's and terezi's images that cinched it. there's something about them that specifically embodies the tone of the END of those flashbacks. if terezi's scene opened with the picture of her eating a leaf, that would be funny. but i think getting that image at the end of the flashback really hammers home the absurd drama of it. putting them at the head of the chapters almost felt like spoilers? idk

anyway janet did an incredible job and i'm really looking forward to working with her again in the future. this was a way longer answer than strictly necessary BUT THAT'S ME AIN'T IT

#homestuck #godfeels #janet girlpillz #flashbacks #art placement #writing process #collab #terezi #dave strider #rose lalonde #june egbert #sarahposts

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angel-dust-addict · 2 years ago

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A-Haunting We Will Go!

//Hello, all! August is over and it is now September, which marks the start of spooky season! "But Cyan," you may ask, "why do you start Halloween in September when it isn't until the end of October?" Excellent question, my dears. You see, I'm a haunter. For those not familiar, the term "scare actor" might be a little more clear. During Halloween - or spooky season, since it's so long - I work in a haunted house. I would like to give you a bit of insight as to what that's like so you can be informed haunt-goers this spooky season. And maybe you'll learn something interesting!

Because I know many people don't read long posts, I want to start with ten rules to being a good haunt-goer.

Remember that this is live theater. The people working are putting on a show for you to enjoy.

DO NOT PUNCH PEOPLE! I can't believe I have to write that, but my years haunting have shown me it needs to be said. If you hit somebody out of an honest fear response, no one is going to be mad about it. But if you hit somebody just to hit them, you will almost definitely be ejected. Plus that just makes you the worst kind of asshole.

Don't be a jerk. Don't be that guy who's just mean. Even if you're not scared, the actors often have certain ways they respond to that lack fear. The person in the scene may have some sort of comedy sketch they'll do or something. But we're less inclined to interact with people who are being obnoxious or verbally abusive.

Do NOT sexually harass the actors! Do not catcall them, do not flirt with or make suggestive comments to them, and for the love of god, do not grope them. That, again, should not have to be on this list, but apparently it needs to be said. Don't sexually harass people ever, but it's extra scummy when you sexually harass people while they're working and can't leave. Also important to note here, many of the actors may be MINORS. It is not uncommon for high school kids to get seasonal jobs as haunt actors. Don't fucking sexually harass the children!

Look with your eyes, not with your fingers. Don't touch the props and set pieces! I swear somebody breaks something in my scene at least once a week. And I cannot tell you how many times a night I have to fix the sheet over the body on the gurney in my morgue. Things are often set up the way they are for a reason. Sometimes props are fragile. Just don't touch stuff. You don't need to go poking at everything.

Stay out of backstage! Look, I get it, sometimes you honestly think that door or that curtain is where you're supposed to go. It happens. But do not intentionally go where you're not meant to be. Usually, it will be very clear that you've stumbled into a space you aren't meant to be in. Your chief clue will be that it doesn't quite look like a haunted house anymore. And if you sneak backstage to harass an actor? Fuck you. I'm trying to keep this list semi-civil, but I have had someone come into what was clearly backstage through a door meant for my use while I was at another window and had my back turned, and grab me around the waist. He got ejected, but it still made me feel very unsafe in my environment. Backstage is our place to retreat to in order to get away from harassment and abuse. All of that aside, this is also for your safety. We know what's backstage and how to navigate it. You do not.

If one of the staff tells you to do something, just do it. If we're giving you a clear instruction, there's probably a reason for it. It may be a safety thing or a rules of the haunt thing or a "don't touch the props" thing, but just listen to us. If we're giving you an actual, serious instruction, we have a reason.

IF YOU NEED HELP, FIND A STAFF MEMBER. I know we look like monsters, but never, ever be afraid to approach an actor or other staff if you need help. I've escorted my fair share of panic attacks out of my floor. It's one of the only times the character goes away and you just get me, because I can't take off my makeup or my costume, but I can take off my character. If the staff member you approach does not know how to help - and if they don't do this on their own - you can ask them to get their manager or supervisor. If there is a medical emergency, they should notify their manager/supervisor so that we can get you help.

Do not take pictures or videos. This is for the same reason that recording is not permitted in theaters, whether of the stage or screen variety. As noted above, this is live theater. You are attending a show. No, it's not in the typical format, but that's still what it is. Not only is this rude and can harm the haunt in the same way as pirating, but the flash on your camera can temporarily blind the actors. We spend hours at a time in a dim setting. Our eyes have adjusted to it. Flashing a stupidly bright light in our eyes is quite literally blinding and is both rude and potentially a safety issue.

Understand that things can be unpredictable. Again, live theater. We get some strange things happening sometimes that may cause there to be crowded spots or a scene temporarily unmanned, among other things. Sometimes something in a scene isn't working. If the speakers cut out, for instance, trust me: we're no happier about it than you are. We're probably less happy, because we have to adapt for it. But just be patient and understand that we are doing our best to put on a quality performance for you and at the end of the day, everybody is there to have a good time.

And now that that's out of the way, on to what haunting is like:

My job basically goes thus:

get to work and put on all-blacks

check scene assignments

go see the costume mistress so she can figure out a costume for you based on your scene

get your makeup done by one of the makeup artists based on your scene

go scare the ever-living shit out of people

get paid

It is hands down the best job ever. I fucking love it. I've been there for years and have no intention of ever leaving unless I move out of the region. I absolutely love my coworkers. They're spectacular and I talk to them even out of season. It takes a certain kind of person to be a haunter, so our core group of veterans is a bunch of fucking weirdos, and I say that with the utmost love and respect. I also adore theater and have always liked to act. Haunted attractions are a very weird, very niche form of live theater. The entire house is one massive stage that the audience walks through.

I can give you a brief rundown of how this works at my house. You are assigned a room - aka "scene" - and the audience moves through your scene and you interact with them. You do not have a script. This is 100% pure improv. Costumes are not set. While you generally have the same scene pretty much the whole season, people sometimes need to be shuffled around for whatever reason. As such, you may have people of different sizes and different genders working one scene on different nights, so costumes are adaptable and up to the costume mistress. (Actors can make requests, though, especially for props.) Makeup is not set. The makeup artists have been walked through the house and have learned the general vibe of the different scenes. They are then given free rein to do whatever they want within that general vibe. They can get as artsy as they want and may use liquid latex, various prosthetics, and other effects in addition to more traditional makeup. And stage blood is always big.

There will be a lot of waiting, often in the dark or near dark, possibly staring out of some tiny peephole to watch for guests. Sometimes that's boring, although the rest of the job more than balances it out. However, sometimes this time can be spent horsing around with other actors. I once had a very strange night where it took an hour for anybody to come through my floor. We couldn't see the actors in other scenes, but we spent a good chunk of that time howling at each other. Haunt actors are a special breed of weird. I've also noticed the crowds get rowdier as the night goes on. You'll always get those people who think it's funny to reach through your window or try to open your door. I don't interact when they do that, unless I can think of some way to make them regret it. And sometimes, when you get a particularly good scare, it can be hard to keep in character. It's an acquired skill.

I have, though, learned a number of things as a veteran haunter that I like to share with new haunters:

You will get hit. It's pretty much a given. At some point in the season, someone will hit you. We all trade stories about this shit. If it's an accident because you scared the crap out of them, as long as nobody's injured, you laugh it off and move on. If it's somebody who's intoxicated or just an asshole and hits you on purpose, tell your floor manager. Try to give as much detail about the person as possible. Pretty much all haunts will throw people out for that shit.

Things will break. Not everything in your scene is going to be 100% functional 100% of the time. Most haunts operate on shoestring budgets, so sometimes things are old. Sometimes you just get random malfunctions like the speakers cutting out. Your scene is not going to be perfect. This is where the phrase "the show must go on" comes in. That's just live theater. Adapt.

Caffeine is your friend. But so is water. A lot of us use energy drinks or coffee to get through the night, but make sure you're drinking water, too. Haunting can be extremely physically taxing - not to mention rough on your voice. Hydrate or die-drate. (Straws are super helpful for both ease of drinking and not screwing up your makeup. They make silicone ones you can wash and reuse.)

It's very helpful to create a solid character. We are not given characters at my house. Instead, we are encouraged to create our own, based on our scenes. If you have a character in your head, it will help you. The more in-depth you get with character creation and the more fleshed out your character is, the easier it is to stay in character. That's because if you know your character and their history, you know how they would react to things.

Your fellow haunters are there to support you. Don't be afraid to ask the more experienced haunters questions. We're usually happy to help. And often times share stories.

Shit will happen. Sometimes literally. There will regularly be incidents where someone has pissed themself, or crapped themself, or puked in the middle of a scene. We actually celebrate these as an indication of a job well done. But they still need cleaned up. Grab your floor manager to deal with cleanup and then go tell your fellow actors in the scenes before yours to hold people until cleanup is taken care of. This is when I tend to like to pull out comedy bits. It's hard to keep people shit-your-pants scared for an extended time, but if you keep them laughing, they usually won't be mad about having to wait. I played a cannibal mortician one season and would tell people about all the new recipes I had tried using the "Fleshly" (a play on Freshly) meal kit service. People loved it.

In that same vein, be prepared to oscillate between different acting styles. Generally this will be between horror and comedy. Some people just don't scare. And that's okay. If you can roll right from horror into comedy, people like that. If they're not scared, they'd rather be laughing than bored.

If they're an asshole, be an asshole back. You're a monster, you can get away with that shit. Don't pick fights or anything, but it's one of the only jobs where you can tell somebody to go fuck themselves. Just...be more creative about it and avoid profanity.

You will never please everyone. There will always be people who hate your scene or try to throw you off or are straight up assholes or are just jaded about the entire concept of haunted houses (Bro, why are you here paying money for this?) or they're having a bad day and they want you to be having a bad day too. It's okay. You want to be hitting the mark more often than not, but you'll likely never have a night that's 100% the entire night. Don't beat yourself up about it.

And lastly, just have fun! You're pretty much guaranteed to have some crazy shit happen. So what's the point if you're not having a good time?

So that is my extremely long "welcome to haunt basics" post for the season! Maybe you've learned something. Maybe you haven't. But I do hope that you'll remember to be a good haunt-goer this season and be kind to the actors putting on a show for you!

#backstage || ooc #murder ballads || mun #spooky scary skeletons || haunter life #[[Please please please be a good haunt goer.#It makes it so that -everyone- has more fun.#And if you're a new haunter take care of yourself!#People don't realize how physically taxing haunting can be.#But also have fun with it!]]

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