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munson-blurbs · 4 months ago

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PLEASE MAKE MY MEET CUTE DREAMS COME TRUE BUG!!

What IS my personality? Hm... Generally I'm pretty upbeat, fun-loving, and compassionate, but around Eddie?! 🙈 I'd be a lil shy I'm not gonna lie haha

Hobbies include bird watching, thrifting trinkets, and graphic design (oh and writing FILTHY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT STORIES, can't forget that). No need to incorporate all of this, just giving you ✨variety✨

My pronouns are she/her.

And I'll just leave you with some emojis I like 😌

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As meta as it would be to have Eddie reading the smut you wrote about him, bird watching was what caught my eye. Hope you like this!

CW: mention of drug use/dealing WC: 628 Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

It had stormed in Hawkins for a week straight. Seven days of dodging raindrops and spending your free time cooped up in the house. You were on the verge of going stir-crazy until the sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds this morning.

Plucking your binoculars from their spot on your shelf, you head out into the woods. Before the storms, a pileated woodpecker had made a nest in one of the trees, and you were anxious to see if it had survived the lousy weather.

Mud squelched beneath your boots as you trudged towards your favorite picnic bench. There wasn’t anything special about it per se, but it stood out from the others because of the JH+JB carved into the table. Whoever JH and JB were, you hoped their love was still strong.

You adjusted the focus on your binoculars, aiming your gaze at the tree where you’d seen the nest just over a week ago. A soft sigh of relief slipped through your lips when you saw that it was still intact; in fact, there were now three little eggs inside of it.

Hours felt like mere minutes as you soaked up each moment outdoors, following the calls of the sparrows that populated the tiny forest. Hawkins wasn’t a bustling city, but it was still nice to have a reprieve from the normal sounds of the suburbs. Out here, there were no car horns honking, no tired parents scolding their mischievous children, no—

“You here to buy or sell?”

The sudden noise startled you; if you didn’t have the strap looped around your wrist, you almost certainly would have dropped your binoculars. That would have been embarrassing. Just like the yelp you let out when the man spoke.

“Whoa, didn’t mean to scare you.” He gave a sheepish grin and held up his hands in surrender. “Just figured if you wanted to buy, I could offer you a sweet deal. But if you’re selling…well, you’re kinda in my spot, so…”

You collected your thoughts, trying to keep from getting lost in his deep brown eyes. “No. I mean, neither. N-Not buying or selling. Just, uh, birdwatching.”

He cocked a brow. “Birdwatching?”

“Y-Yeah.” You scrambled for more words, unused to being tongue-tied. “Y’know, just…watching birds.”

“I gathered that much.” He sat next to you, placing a tin lunchbox on the table. “So what kind of birds are we watching?”

You explained the whole nest-surviving-the-storm saga, expecting him to roll his eyes or get bored. But he didn’t. Instead, he looked at you with those beautiful doe eyes and gestured to your binoculars.

“Mind if I take a look?”

You nodded and handed them over, hoping that the time he spent looking through them would afford you the chance to conjure up some actual conversation topics.

He peered through the binoculars. “I see the nest! Holy shit, there’s about to be some bird babies.” He looked at another tree. “Here we’ve got some sort of brown bird just kinda…doing its thing.” Keeping the binoculars pressed to his eyes, he looked directly at you. “And here we have a really pretty girl who’s gonna let me treat her to ice cream.”

“Sure. Yeah, um, that would be great.” You felt your body tingle with bashfulness. An insanely cute guy was asking you out. “I love ice cream.”

The guy looked surprised, like he couldn’t believe that line worked. “Me, too.” He stood and held out his hand to help you up.

You accepted it gratefully, but before you stood, you looked at him. “I just realized that I don’t even know your name,” you mused.

He laughed. “That would be good information, huh?” He shook his head at his own blunder.

“I’m Eddie Munson. And you are?”

#meet? cute.#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfic #fanfic

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iamnotoriginalphil · 5 months ago

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Your writing is so genuine! And so brilliant. And I love that you’ve taken up writing for Kate! I hope you’ll do more! Perhaps like the fake marriage thing, but the reader asks Kate in a rush to be her fake girlfriend at this reunion she’s going to, and like the fake marriage fic, she’s kind of desperate? Because her old classmates thought she’d be nothing?

Thank you! I hope you like this one too!

“Shit.”

“Problem?”

You looked up from your phone, the email on the screen glaring up at you like an omen you hadn’t prepared for. With a look of concern, Kate was looking at you over the top of her computer. You’d paused on your way out when the notification had come up on your phone, juggling with your bag to not drop the phone. Now, you were frozen, looking at her, not wanting to admit to your boss what a loser you were.

“Kind of,” you said, “not really. It’s fine.”

“You don’t sound very sure about that,” she said.

“My school reunion is tonight and I forgot. I’ve been so focused on that project with the lasers that it slipped my mind,” you said, hoping that would end there.

“Do you have time to get there?” she asked.

“I do. Unless you need me to stay late,” you said, seeing a perfectly acceptable way to get out of it.

“No, no, you go have fun.”

She must have seen something in your face because she stood, approaching you with a raised eyebrow. You’d spent enough time with her over the years to know she was seeing more than you wanted her to. Sometimes being friends with your boss had its downsides.

“Unless you don’t want to go,” she said.

“It’s not that,” you said, “it’s just always a bit awkward to go to these things alone. And I can’t talk about my job because.” You gestured at the whole building as the concept of confidentiality, “so it’s not exactly conducive to these sorts of things.”

“But you want to go?” she asked.

You didn’t want to outright lie to her. Which might explain why the most insane thing came out of your mouth next.

“I don’t suppose you want to come with me, do you? Just pretend to be my girlfriend for the night?”

You immediately felt your skin heat and you shook your head. Embarrassment was a heavy drug and you felt the need to just turn around and walk away rather than deal with the consequences of your request. Running away was always an option.

“Never mind, that’s stupid. Ignore me,” you said, immediately trying to move past the moment.

“I’m confused why you want me to go with you,” she said, “unless it’s just the fact I’m the only one here.”

You squeezed your eyes closed, not wanting to face her. Your heart was fluttering in your chest and your stomach was roiling with panic. It had all gone wrong so quickly, and you hadn’t even shown up to the reunion yet.

“Because if I could pull a woman like you then I would have proved them all wrong,” you answered.

You hadn’t wanted to tell her exactly how the other students had thought of you in school. The absolute derision you’d faced on a daily basis. The way the opinion of your classmates had sunk into you until you’d begun to believe it.

“Wrong about what?” she asked.

“Let’s just say that the other students didn’t think much of me,” you replied, not willing to go into all the nuances of your time at school.

She considered you a moment, those dark eyes sweeping over your body before settling on your face once again. You shivered, not wanting to admit what it did to your already turbulent heart.

“Alright then, but we’ll have to stop by the wardrobe department on the way out,” she said.

“What?” You couldn’t quite let yourself believe what she was saying.

“I’ll go with you but I think we could both use an outfit change. No one will be impressed by either of us dressed like this,” she said.

You trailed her into the lift, still not quite able to believe what was happening. Kate was going as your date to your school reunion. The woman you had spent too much time fantasising about to be professional was going to pretend to be your girlfriend for the night just to get back at your classmates for being mean to you when you were a teenager.

Pushing into the wardrobe department, set up after one too many undercover operations had ended in disaster due to bad shoes, Kate turned to look over you again. She strode off, expecting you to follow. You did, unable to do anything else.

She handed you a dress from a rack, eyes sweeping over you again. You took it, unsure what you should do.

“Go on,” she prompted, hands gently nudging you towards one of the changing rooms at the back of the room.

You did, slipping the silk over your body. Staring in the mirror, your eyes travelled over your body. The dress clung to your curves, highlighting you in a way you were unused to. Just the feeling of the material against your skin felt decadent, more expensive than your usual clothes.

“Are you dressed?” she asked.

“I’m not sure about this,” you called to her.

“Just let me look at you,” she said.

You stepped out of the tiny room, staring at your bare feet. You couldn’t meet her eyes, not needing to see the censure in her gaze.

“I don’t know what you were talking about. It’s beautiful on you.”

You looked up, finding her focused solely on you. Your cheeks heated as you shifted your weight from foot to foot. Abruptly, she nodded, passing over a pair of heels to you.

“You’ll do very nicely,” she said.

“Aren’t you-”

Your words cut off as you looked at her properly. Gone were the navy slacks and the military inspired blazer. In their place was black trousers, black jacket, a white button up that was unbuttoned daringly low. Cleary you’d spent more time staring in the mirror in disbelief than you’d thought. And clearly she was trying to kill you.

“Come on, you can return the clothes on Monday,” she said.

She grasped you around the elbow, offering you stability as you balanced while putting on the heels. Your hand grasped her shoulder, her warmth seeping through the layers of her clothes. If you didn’t look at her, she couldn’t turn your brain to mush. But then her hand came up, unclipping your hair until it fell around your face.

“Much better,” she said.

She was so close to you, those brown eyes softening as they traced over your features. Your breath left your chest and you were frozen under that gaze. Her fingertips brushed over the apple of your cheek before she stepped away.

“You look lovely. Now shall we get out of here?”

“Okay,” you said, trying to ignore the swoop in your stomach.

Her hand on your lower back led you away, to her car, opening the door for you like a proper gentleman. You slid into the dark interior, doing your best to settle your heart. It had been a stupid idea to ask her to do this for you, a moment of desperation asking for a fantasy you’d never allowed yourself to voice.

Tonight was going to destroy you in one way or another.

Sitting in the darkened cab of her car, the air felt too close, the walls pressing in. You were trying not to look at her, staring out the window, but you were so aware of her. In your peripheral vision, you could see her toss her blonde hair out of her eyes, not wanting to stare at her. It would be so easy when she looked that good.

She parked the car before you had the chance to come to terms with the situation you’d found yourself in. You stared out the windshield. The silence stretched.

“We could always turn around and get dinner somewhere instead,” she said.

“What?” You turned to look at her.

“You don’t have to go in there,” she said, “nothing is stopping you from leaving now.”

“It’s not that simple,” you said.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because,” you said, knowing you had to say it so she could understand, even if you hadn’t ever wanted her to know this about you, “I need to prove them wrong.”

Her hand reached out, resting against yours clasped in your lap, fingers twisting together almost painfully. You let them relax under her touch, trying not to do any damage before you’d even got started.

“I know I shouldn’t care about what a bunch of pricks said when we were teenagers but I can’t let it go. They made my life hell and I want to show them they were all wrong. That I’m something now. That my life is worth something,” you said, your words spilling out your shame into the silence for her to consume.

“Of course your life is worth something. Anyone who made you feel otherwise is so very wrong,” she said, sounding fierce enough to have you flushing.

“You have to say that. You’re my fake girlfriend,” you said.

She smiled at your weak joke, her pity unwelcome when you were trying to lighten the mood. Her hand squeezed yours, leaving you feeling like you should have kept your mouth shut.

“Just forget I said anything,” you said, tugging your hands out from under hers.

“No. Hang on.” Her fingers curled around your arm, keeping you from pulling completely away, “what just happened here?”

“Nothing. Sorry. I’m all over the place tonight,” you said.

She considered you for a moment. You couldn’t look her in the eye, just needing the night to be over. Then you could slink away and curl up in bed and wallow until your self pity turned you into a disgusting heap of viscera.

“Come on, let’s go show everyone what an amazing person you’ve grown up to be,” she said.

You slid out of the car, the cool night air enveloping you. Her palm slid along yours, fingers tangling with yours as she fell into step beside you. It was so warm and steady, and yet just that touch was making your knees feel like jelly.

You had to get a grip on yourself.

The hall was lit like a dimly lit wine bar, the kind of trendy place you’d never found yourself in. Although, you could easily imagine Kate there, sharing a drink with someone, leaning into them in the intimate atmosphere. You stopped imagining that scenario pretty quickly.

“Wine?” she asked.

“What?” There was no way she could read your mind, was there?

“There appears to be an open bar,” she said, “red?”

“Well, if there’s an open bar, I might have something a bit stronger,” you said.

You ignored the people around you, making a beeline for the bar, your hand still firmly in Kate’s. You passed Kate a glass of wine, fingers brushing together. Without thinking about it, you took a drink from your double whiskey, the burn of alcohol going through you.

“Right, is there anyone you were hoping to talk to?” she asked, turning to look at the room.

You’d mostly ignored everyone in the room as you’d hightailed it to the bar. Turning now, you wished you still could. Just the thought of approaching someone made you want to throw up.

“Let’s do a lap,” you said.

Her fingers tightened around yours, surprisingly making your heart calm a little. You looked up at her, finding her eyes so kind when they gazed down at you. You found yourself leaning into her, her warmth giving you comfort as you took a turn about the room.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I’ll let you know once I have an answer,” you replied.

Her smile was soft and for the first time you didn’t feel silly for your anxiety. You let out a long breath, turning back to look at the faces around the room. They were familiar, if different. Time had changed everyone, and yet it was like being a teenager again, going to assembly, surrounded by your peers.

“No way.”

You cringed at the voice, loud and jarring in the space. Turning, you almost flinched back at the blonde woman looking at you, a grin on her face. Perfectly curled hair, makeup that had definitely been applied by a knowledgeable hand, clothes that cost more than your entire wardrobe put together, you knew exactly who was looking at you.

Elizabeth Hartmore had made your life a living hell.

Your name sounded venomous on her tongue, the delight she took activating your flight or fight response. Kate’s hand squeezed yours but you had no words for her. You regretted ever coming.

“Diane and I had a bet going about whether you’d show up. She thought you’d never show your face here but I know you better than that,” she said, those knowing eyes practically seeing inside your soul, finding every weakness you had, “looking for a handout? Or are you hoping to use one of us to give you a leg up after failing on your own?”

“I haven’t,” you tried to say before the words died on your lips. So much for proving them wrong. You couldn’t even get a sentence out.

“What was that?” Diane asked.

“She’s hardly a failure,” Kate said, helping where you couldn’t, “if anything, she’s rather successful.”

“And you are?” Elizabeth asked.

“Kate Stewart, Commander in Chief of the Unified Intelligence Taskforce,” she replied, “and the very lucky woman who gets to call this one mine.”

She untangled her fingers from yours, holding her hand out to Elizabeth to shake. She did so, her eyes sweeping over Kate, presumably taking in her entire being, the easy confidence which she inhabited her own skin. Kate slipped an arm around your waist rather than return to holding your hand, warm and heavy and so present. Her hand rested on the swell of your hip, almost proprietary. Your heart tripped over itself. Having her so close was doing all kinds of funny things to you.

This had been such a bad idea.

“I’ve never heard of the Unified Intelligence Taskforce,” Elizabeth said.

“No, I don’t suppose you would have,” she replied.

You had to bite down on your lower lip to keep from smiling. The absolute disdain Kate had managed to infuse in those seven words was a thing of beauty. Her arm tightened around you until you were nestled against her.

“I hope you know she’s just trying to ride your coattails,” Elizabeth said when she had no other comeback.

“She stands rather well on her own two feet,” Kate said, still so calm.

Her lips brushed your temple and you startled, not having expected it. Her chuckle was warm, fond, familiar from late nights and shared car rides.

“Don’t you, darling?” she asked, looking down at you, warm brown eyes sparkling as her lips pulled up into a smile.

“I do alright,” you replied, finding yourself breathless.

“They’d be lost without you,” she said and you knew she was putting how she felt as your boss into words. Your cheeks heated, the praise doing something funny to your stomach. Her lips tipped up into a smirk and you cursed her for being too good at this.

“Kate,” you said, not really sure where you were going with it.

“I’d be lost without you,” she said, her voice low enough to make the conversation feel intimate. It was like she’d forgotten the other two were even listening, but surely she couldn’t have. The whole point of her being there was to prove them wrong about you. It had to be fake.

But the way she was looking at you felt all too real.

“What do you even do?” Elizabeth asked, breaking the moment.

“I’m a scientist,” you said, barely thinking of the words, still caught in the way Kate was looking at you. Like you were something precious. Something to be coveted, “a physicist.”

She scoffed.

“A rather bloody good one, too,” Kate said.

Your lips curled up into a smile. Her hand squeezed your hip and a shiver went through your body. You watched as her gaze dipped down to your smile, lingering longer than was necessary before making its way back up to your eyes. Your breath caught and you felt her go still, her body pressed against yours from how tight her arm was around you.

In that moment it stopped mattering if she was pretending to be your girlfriend. It stopped mattering that this was all meant to be making a point. It stopped mattering what those girls thought about you.

You knew who you were and those girls didn’t matter to you at all. But Kate did. Kate mattered a whole lot.

“Come on,” you said, “let’s go.”

She quirked an eyebrow at you, but didn’t argue. You placed your glass down on the closest surface after draining it, sliding your hand back into hers, and leading her back out the door you’d come in. Twenty minutes in there had been enough. You had your answers, and they were that it didn’t matter anymore. You were happy, and you loved your life, and it didn’t matter what a couple of sad women thought about you.

Besides, Kate thought highly enough of you for all the rest of them not to matter.

“That was rather quick,” she said as you stepped out into the cool night air.

“How about that dinner now?” you asked.

She stopped, forcing you to follow suit lest your hand pull out of hers. The warmth of it was the only thing tethering you right now and you liked the feel of it in yours. The way she was looking at you was full of confusion.

“What has gotten into you?” she asked.

“You were right. I don’t have to be in there and defend my existence to those people. They don’t matter to me, so why should their opinions? I’d rather go have dinner with a beautiful woman who likes my company and cares about me enough to go through this charade,” you answered.

“You think I’m beautiful?” In the dark, you couldn’t be sure but you thought you saw a flush on her cheeks.

“Of course,” you said, “you’re one of the most beautiful people I know.”

Sometimes stating the truth was more simple than avoiding it. And in that moment you felt fearless. Your earlier epiphany was still buzzing in your veins and you felt invincible.

“That’s rather flattering,” she said.

“Some facts are fundamental truths of the universe. That’s one of them,” you said.

“Bloody hell,” she laughed, “what are you doing to me?”

“Sorry, I thought I was being clear. I’m asking you on a date,” you said, “for tonight, somewhere nicer than my school reunion.”

She blinked, as if you’d said something completely out of turn. You tugged her closer, your hand still connected to hers. She went easily, approaching you even as she seemed to not understand what you were saying.

“Kate, I think you’re wonderful. If you don’t want to go on a date with me, that’s fine. But cards on the table, I like you. Quite a lot in fact. And maybe I’m ruining our friendship, but all night I’ve been going out of mind because it turns out I quite like being your fake girlfriend,” you said.

“You do?” she asked, voice faint as if you were overwhelming her with information.

“I like you touching me. I like people thinking I’m yours. I want to be yours,” you said.

“Oh fuck it.”

With her hand in yours she pulled you to her. Her free hand curled around the back of your neck and then she was kissing you with a desperation that had you breathless. You melted against her, submitting. Her teeth nipped at your lower lip, tongue soothing over it before you opened to her, tasting wine and something that was specific to her. You moaned, your hand sliding around her waist, pressing closer. Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging until you were nothing but a puddle of desire.

Someone in the distance wolf whistled and you were sharply reminded that you were in the parking lot of your old high school, snogging like a teenager with your boss. You drew away, not far from her, still sharing air as you tried to catch your breath. Her eyes were molten, gazing on you, the flush obvious on her cheeks from so close.

She’d managed to kiss the words away from you. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, uncertainty filling your chest as the silence dragged on. Her eyes slipped down, focusing on your mouth, eyes darkening as the moment stretched.

“Kate?” you whispered.

“Yes, darling?” she asked, voice deep, almost raspy.

“Is that a yes to dinner?” you asked.

“It’s a yes to all of it,” she said, “it’s a yes to you.”

Your lips brushed hers in another kiss, softer, sweeter, lingering when you knew she wasn’t going to push you away any second. Her warm hand cupped your cheek, holding you close, gentle with you. You let out a long breath once you pulled back, almost a sigh, eyes fluttering open.

“I’m yours,” you whispered.

“Then shall we get out of here?” she asked.

“Please,” you said.

And take you out of there, she did.

#kate stewart #kate stewart x reader #kate stewart imagine #kate lethbridge stewart #doctor who imagine #request #anon

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dadrielle · 1 year ago

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So I have this theory about ships.

I've spent the last 15 years or so raging against "The Moonlighting Curse" as my own personal nemesis (also known more in fannish parlance as Shipping Bed Death). I find the idea that a couple being together is by its very nature boring super fucking maddening. I think if you can't write people in love and together in an interesting way, it just means you haven't learned how to do that yet. It's very often the cook, not the ingredients, you know?

There are a lot of stories that get characters together badly, though, that can't be disputed. Getting a couple together does scuttle some narratives. And while I do think some of it has to do with the fact that "will they/won't they" has a lot of tropes that can act as crutches for bad writers, and interesting and functional couples require more skill to write because there isn't enough of a similar scaffold to work from...there's another aspect I been thinking about lately. And that's intensity.

See, the reason "will they/won't they" is so juicy is because of the sexual tension, right? That intensifies all the interactions between the two characters, which gets us way more invested. A lot of our fav shit, like rivals to lovers, starcrossed lovers, etc etc etc, it's about creating circumstances that also amp up the tension and therefore the intensity.

When the sexual tension breaks, the first thing writers often do is look for new ways of adding in tension. A very large percentage of the time, that's by creating rifts between the characters in question, or tearing them apart in some way. The problem with that - beyond making the fans/viewer/reader feel jerked around - is that it's usually not intensifying the right thing. By focusing on the tension for its own sake, you can miss intensifying the actual draw, which is the power of the relationship itself. You can actually break your ship by trying to intensify it too hard with tension, especially by having characters lie and cheat on each other and otherwise treat each other terribly. Like sure, sometimes people like to experience characters destroying each other from the inside out! But that's not the draw of ships for a lot of people. Sometimes it's just sad, and not even in a fun way.

But here's the thing! Tension is not the only intensifier that exists. You can, for instance, intensify a relationship in canon by making them absolutely batshit insane about each other. My theory is that what we need more of is ships that get together and become fucking Morticia and Gomez Addams about it. Just doing the absolute MOST all the time in a way that no people in their right mind would do in real life. Just make them absolutely bonkers.

Crank that fucking dial baybeeeee. They are so, so in love and it would be alarming if it weren't so beautiful.

#shipping #relationships #writing #meta

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rc-writes · 2 years ago

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𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: benny weir x reader (could be seen as platonic or romantic)

warnings: two curse words??, if you’re reading this as platonic there’s one mention of wearing couples costumes but friends can totally do that to, uhh i think that’s it

a/n: alright i could have probably thought of a million more but it was literally 1am when i wrote this and i was tired lol. also i will admit that was me fulling self projecting on the info dumping about movies part and wanting to text someone at an ungodly hour, but in my defense i do genuinely think benny would do those things as well. also this was requested by an irl friend of mine who mentioned friends to lovers after i finished this so look out for that coming soon! also this is my first writing related thing i’ve posted on this blog in like 2 years!!

will try to learn spells just to impress you

of course there was a few that went wrong

maybe more than a few, but it’s the thought that counts right?

will send every meme or funny video he finds

does not matter if its 3pm or 3am he will send it immediately after he found it

which speaking of 3am i can see him not being able to sleep so he tries texting you

if you answer i can see him texting “hey what’s wrong?? why are u up so late?? everything okay??” and completely ignoring that he too is also awake at this hour

“you are aware you texted me first, why are you up”

“i asked you first”

benny absolutely loves video games and will want to play a few with you even if you don’t like video games

which if you’re with him there a good chance you love them too

but if you don’t you will most likely start liking them even just a bit because he makes them fun

getting to spent time with him and watch him do something he loves makes it special

it also can be really funny

can guarantee at least once he’d say “watch this babe” or “this ones for you” and immediately fail/die

this is also something that definitely happens in the outside world with him trying to throw something away or something

pure of heart, dumb of ass

also i don’t know shit about video games so i cannot go into anymore detail then this lol

is 100% down with spontaneous movie nights whether that be binge watching movies at home or going to the theater

if it’s a movie he’s obsessed with but you’ve never seen he will be trying his hardest not to info dump and potentially spoil the whole thing

but if it’s a movie he knows you have seen he is more than willing to explain every single fact about it he knows

“did you know that while filming this bit they had film it completely in reverse to make it look like that?? insane right!?”

speaking of movies if it’s a horror/scary movie you can bet he will try to act all tough and not scared before it starts

even if you already know how much of a scaredy cat he is he will try to play it off

but the second the first jumpscare happens there will be popcorn flying everywhere

he is no longer allowed to hold the bowl

you’re still finding popcorn in the couch

he will still continue to pretend that he’s not scared despite shaking like a scared chihuahua

you will have to be the one to grab onto him

which then leads to him hiding his face into your neck or behind you

he still refuses to let you turn it off even if you insist it’s okay

there is a part of you that feels bad but also a part that thinks it’s so funny

your contact names in each others phones are han solo and princess leia

the only suggestions i will take on this is that yours is han and his is leia

will take you to every convention within driving distance

if the convention if for some game/show/movie you don’t know be prepared for a whole powerpoint presentation or a weekend of binge watching whatever media it is

“didn’t you just say you hated doing a powerpoint for history??”

“babe this is way more important and interesting than anything school can teach”

you both will be going all out costume wise every convention

i can totally see you guys going in couple costumes or like hero and villain

if the latter you two take turns on who gets to be the villain or hero

if you are with benny there is no way you can be a halloween hater

he can do freaking magic, of course it’s his favorite holiday!!

this also can follow what i said for conventions with the costumes

at some point there is a competition on who can get the most candy

if he loses, he will say that the candy was just too hard to resist, and he had to eat just one piece that turned into him eating many pieces

this is a true fact whether he loses or not

side note if you can go a whole night of trick or treating without eating a single piece of candy while doing so i don’t believe you

#mbav #mbav headcanons #benny weir #benny weir headcanons #benny weir imagine #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitters a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire headcanons #benny weir x reader #mbav x reader #my babysitters a vampire x reader

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The Acolyte s01e06: Teach/Corrupt

Just like all the previous ones of this...i'll be condensing all my quick in the moment thoughts into this one post as i watch the epiosde then at the end ill give some general thoughts.

obvi spoilers

letssss gooo

some quick thoughts:

you guys getting annoyed with me talking about episode titles caues damn...this is perfect

something about him taking the time to clean her wounds, make food, and leave her with easy access to weapons and clothinf is sweet lol

mae not leaving osha with her shoes is like extra rude to me for some reason lol

Im still obsessed with how Amandla changes how she walks for Mae

Sol's crying broke my heart a bit

I get Osha completely cause im also emotionally attached to Pip

Qimir's scar does not look like it healed well

His little smirk when Osha steps out behind the rock to grab his saber

'feels good, doesn't it, to hold one in your hand again' *screaming*

I'll join you.

The way he's toying with her cracks me up 'now you are wondering how i can read your mind *winks* i can't' SIR

Sol looks like he would give good hugs

Osha and Qimir spend a lot of time just following each other around

'Everyone does seem to want you' including youuuuuu

Osha's like damn...offering to let me leave takes the fun out of running away...guess i'll stay

his pause before desire gets me every time

him putting that saber to his chest is insane

i adore this scene so much. osha buries a lot of herself and Qimir just comes along with vulnerability and a shovel...like baby im going to make you face yourself because i get you.

Vern not liking hyperspace is fantastic

I think up until Sol said 'you were very young' Mae wasn't sure if Osha knew about what happened on Brendok or not. Mae looked releaved

him saying the power of two not rule of two is important

the fact that he fights in sensory deprivation is just...he's such a badass

The way Osha like softly caresses the helmet before she puts it on does something to me idk lol

general thoughts:

I spent a lot of this episode a mix between been giddy over oshamir and wanting to hug Sol lol

i do think its imporant the Qimir says 'power of two' as previously shown when the power of two was demonstrated it was when two of the coven memebers linked hands to be stronger together to block a more powerful Mother Aniseya. They were equals. They were sharing strength. The fact that this is the dynamic Qimir says he wants i think really plays into the fact that he's not full darksider...he's not a true sith.

not sure when i'll feel that high of Qimir softly touching Osha's arm while she has his saber to his throat again.

loved this episode

#oshamir #the acolyte #dealingdreams acolyte watch party

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year ago

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: abuse, ptsd?

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

this chapter was so fun to write but also sad???? anyways have a nice little dad/son hurt/comfort breakthrough moment

part ten

❝ REALITY ❞

MONDAY — 4:28AM

BENTLEY WOKE UP IN THE CLOSET.

He rubbed his eyes with his fists, blinking rapidly in a poor attempt to grasp his surroundings. He thought he was at Wayne Manor?

Last thing he remembered, he and Damian spent an exorbitant amount of time in the barn with the quartet of pets. They’d spoken about animals the whole time — Damian was really passionate about them, and Bentley knew next to nothing, so it was a win-win.

He vaguely remembered heading back inside with Bruce, and something about dinner, and going to the den to watch television?

Any spark of hope that was burning in his chest faded when he blinked over and over again, and saw nothing but black. He was definitely still in the closet. He tugged at his shirt — it was sticky. The bloody blue pajamas. His hand was stinging with a newer, fresher pain than it had been at Wayne Manor. He could still feel the bandages on it, and his head was throbbing spectacularly.

Had his father hit him so hard he slipped into a freakishly-realistic dream about a family he hadn’t even met yet?

Dim sunlight streamed through the crack at the bottom of the closet door. What had happened before his insane fever dream?

Right. His father. The crying. The punch. The glass.

He lifted his uninjured hand to the doorknob, twisting with a quiet delicacy. It turned and turned until… click.

It was unlocked.

He rose from the hardwood and pushed his red hair off of his forehead, ever-so-gently pressing against the door. It opened without a creak, just enough for him to poke his head out.

Whittaker Estate looked normal. The sun was streaming through the tall windows and illuminating the perfectly pampered hallway furnishings. All of the paintings were hanging in their spots, each priceless trinket was on its table in the hallway, and nothing was out of the ordinary.

So… Bentley hadn’t developed a soft spot for Dick Grayson? And he hadn’t spoken to Damian Wayne about animals for too many minutes to count? And he hadn’t made a gigantic dog roll over and hadn’t met a cat precariously named after a still-living butler?

He guessed that made sense. Who’d name an animal after someone who was still alive, anyway?

With a tense exhale, he shut the closet door and sat back down on the floor. He couldn’t leave the closet until his father let him out — not after he invaded his privacy.

Luckily, that moment came sooner than expected.

The closet door was ripped open with such fury Bentley thought it was almost torn off it's hinges. He didn’t even have time to peer up at his father before the man had latched onto the boy and thrown him.

Yes, thrown him. Bentley slammed against something with a shrill crash, thudding against a piece of furniture and tumbling to the floor. Sharp pains stabbed into his back where he landed, and he cried out in both shock and agony.

When he finally gathered himself enough to process where he was, he realized he was laying on glass, and a mirror on the wall above an empty table had been shattered. His father had thrown him into the mirror next to the closet.

“-despicable excuse of a child!” He caught the tail-end of his father’s sentence, but all he could really think about was the fact that something warm and wet was soaking through his shirt and his back hurt a lot.

When he turned to look at his father, the man was already in his face. Bentley flinched to no avail — only digging mirror shards deeper into his own back — and his father grabbed onto the front of his shirt and started dragging him down the hallway.

“You know, the only reason I kept you was because your mother would resent me if I didn’t,” Bentley couldn’t see his father’s face, but he instead clawed and grabbed at the strong hand that had the front of his shirt twisted up in it.

“Father, please-“

“I guess that doesn’t matter anymore!” Bentley let out a small whine when his head thudded against something — and he realized his father was dragging him up the stairs. He tried to use his father’s hand to pull himself up, but it did no good, as the man just kept ragdolling him against the stairs and rails despite his many attempts at movement.

“It doesn’t matter anymore!” He repeated as they reached the landing at the top of the staircase, near Bentley’s door. He momentarily saw the files sprawled out on his bed where he’d left them.

“Because your mothers dead!”

His father hauled him off the ground and held him up, so they were face to face. Their deep red hair and brown eyes matched too well, almost too perfectly. His father was weeping bitterly.

“Your mothers dead!”

And he threw Bentley down the stairs.

For a moment, everything was numb, and his ears were ringing and he couldn’t feel anything. He just tumbled and tumbled until he came to a stop on the first floor.

Then the panic wore off, and the pain set in. Everything was burning, on fire, every inch of his body. His head felt like it was going to split, and his ribs were probably broken, and his legs didn’t feel right, and he wasn’t even actually sure if all his extremities were still connected, and he heard his father thudding down the stairs toward him. So he curled up as tight as he could on the hardwood and screwed his eyes shut, hoping and praying he’d still be alive to make it to the Wayne’s house.

And that’s how he woke up, curled in a tightly wound ball, eyes screwed shut, trembling in his bed at Wayne Manor.

He was holding onto the sheets like he’d die if he let go of them. Which one was it, was he at his own home, or the Manor? Which was real? Which was a hyper-realistic nightmare?

The digital clock on the nightstand read 4:28 in the morning, but he was having trouble remembering what he did that day. Why was he struggling so badly to remember what happened? He couldn't remember anything past going to the barn with Damian — was he losing his mind?

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to listen — maybe he’d hear Damian close the bathroom door, or Tim wander into his room, or Titus barking somewhere, but he didn’t. He didn’t hear anything but the house creaking and the air conditioner whirring and his father thudding down the steps toward him-

“Bentley,”

He started crying.

“Hey Bentley — hey buddy, open your eyes. It’s okay,”

That… didn’t sound like his father.

“Can you hear me? It’s okay. I’m right here. You’re okay.”

Where was he?

“Open your eyes, bud,”

When Bentley finally took the strange voice’s advice and peeled his eyelids apart, the bedroom light was on, and Bruce was kneeling beside the bed with a pitiful look on his face.

For a moment, Bentley stared at him.

“It’s alright — you’re awake now. You’re awake,”

His black hair was only slightly messy, and his icy gray eyes were dull with something like deja vu swirling in the back of them. He looked like he knew this all too well.

Bentley pushed himself upright. “B…ruce?”

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m here,” The man replied. Bentley pressed himself against the headboard of the bed, pulling his knees as tightly to his chest as he could get them.

“You’re… really here?”

Bruce smiled sorrowfully. “I’m really here.”

Bentley covered his eyes with his forearm out of habit. “And… I’m really here?”

“You’re really here, too. We’re both here. In the Manor,”

Bentley sobbed.

He buried his face in his knees, hoping to at least stifle the pathetic sounding cries a little, but it wasn’t really any use. He was crying like he was dying and there was no way to hide it.

A few quiet moments later, the mattress dipped ever so slightly beside him.

“What can I do to help you?” Was what Bruce asked, and the mattress shifted a little more.

Bentley shook his head where it sat between his knees. “I… don’t know. I don’t know,” He muttered, a few more violent sobs shaking his small body.

Bruce tried again: “Do you think it would help if we went outside, in the yard?”

“I don’t know,” The child whimpered, wiping his tears against the soft material of his pajama pants.

“That’s okay,” Bruce exhaled. “I’m not going to leave, alright? I’m right here.”

Surely Bruce was real. Surely this was all real.

“What happened?” Bentley half whispered, a few more cries slipping past his lips without his consent. “…After the barn?”

He heard Bruce take a deep breath.

“You came inside with Damian and had lunch. Then we spent a while talking to Dick in the den,” The man explained carefully. “After that, Alfred made dinner — soup, because Tim isn’t feeling well. He didn’t come down but Dick took some up.”

Bentley blinked into his knees.

“Then we went back to the den to watch a documentary Damian was interested in. About wild cats. Tim and Duke joined us, then. And once it went off, you, Duke, and Damian came up to bed,”

A welcomed wave of relief crashed over Bentley when he realized he remembered all of that. He remembered sitting in the den with everybody. He remembered Dick making strange comments about the wildlife on the screen, and Damian correcting him, and Tim telling him to be quiet because his head hurt and he was trying to sleep. He remembered sitting in a chair next to the arm of the couch. Tim's legs were hanging over because he was using Dick as some sort of pillow, and he remembered Tim slapping Dick’s hand away when he tried to stroke his hair, but he eventually gave in, because Dick wasn’t giving up anyways. He remembered all of that.

But for some reason, it only made him cry harder.

What if it wasn’t real? How was he supposed to convince himself it was real? Just because he could see it didn’t mean it was real. Just because he could hear it didn’t mean it was real. Just because he could-

His back didn’t hurt. He couldn’t feel the glass in it — he wasn’t in pain. He hadn’t been thrown down the stairs.

Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t felt much more than pain with his father. He didn’t feel the cool hardwood under him when he was sitting in the closet, or the rough skin on his father’s hand, or the sharp edges of the stairs. He hadn’t felt them, not really. He felt pain, but he didn’t feel them.

Maybe if he could feel it, that meant it was real?

The room went oddly still when Bentley reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Bruce’s shirt.

He could feel the threads between his fingers, and the warmth coming from the man’s arm — he was real. He was real and he was sitting there.

He lifted his head up ever so slightly, glancing over at him. He was looking back at Bentley with a blank, non-judgemental expression.

He was real.

Bruce lifted his other arm in a quiet invitation, one that could be easily ignored and avoided if Bentley wanted to.

Did he want to? Every time he’d been touched in the past, it ended with pain. Until he met Nightwing. Not a single Wayne had hurt him yet — not even the dog. Was he naïve enough to trust Bruce so quickly?

A mere moment later, he found himself unraveling from the tiny ball he’d created and scooting across the mattress. And he didn’t stop until he was against Bruce’s side, his head tucked into his shirt because he was there, and he was real. He ever-so-gently closed his arms around the child in a protective embrace and Bentley cried there, for a while, until he was lulled to sleep with the material of Bruce’s shirt balled up in his hands.

In the arms of someone who was real.

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zombiifyd · 1 year ago

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Can you tell me your analysis of the Albatrio’s relationship? I love hearing the nuances of people’s different takes on their dynamic!

AHAIHSJEH WOULD I?????? absolutely.

this post is gonna be so long its just gonna be a bunch of word vomit i swear. so i am so sorry.

OKAY SO I'M GONNA BE LIKE,,,, breaking down all of their relationships one by one, with like two individual people and then their all in whole because its SO IMPORTANT to look at the details.

———

1. chip and jay

these two have so many dynamics. i don't really see them as brother and sister but their fights definitely do remind me of that dynamic. to me, they're more like best friends that have that close of a bond. especially because of how they met, they kind of just instantly clicked. it one of those friendships where two unlikely people have the most chemistry and it never dwindles. obviously it has to do with the fact that they go on all of these adventures together. and they probably spent a couple of days at sea before finding gillion. so they must have gotten close, even if jay was a "spy" at the time, she never really acted like she was. chip found her, and in stead she found herself. and its really touching.

i would say they're definitely the closer two of the bunch even though trust has been broken a couple of times but they always come back stronger. i really love jay and chip.

2. jay and gillion

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. these two mean literally everything to me. (hi navyseal shipper here) i'm sure i made a post about my thoughts about their relationship on my blog once. but might as well rehatch it and apply the new things i've learned with all the new episodes i've listened to. i still think their relationship is so pure and just so UGHHHH /pos. LIKE JUST ALL OF THE TOUCHING MOMENTS THEY HAVE. but even all of the normal moments they have also. i think the whole albatrio is just unlikely people who have found each other and just clicked with insane amounts of chemistry. because even though in the early episodes, gillion was a little strange and trying to figure out this new world. jay found him strange, but fun. and a good guy.

and it shows in future episodes and even going to him for ADVICE before the block and the reveal she was a spy and everything. and even after that gillion STILL trusted her. willing to literally to everything to keep her with them. like IM TEARING UP JUST YHINKUNG ABOUT IT. "just tell me what you wan't and i'll fight for it." HOLD ME BACKCKCKC I WILAHAJWHJE i am so notmal about them. anyway yeah thats jay and gillion

3. fish and chips

hey guys. listen. fish and chips???? yeah. i agree.

anyway, they are so important to me. they have a weird relationship though, to me at least. like in the beginning they were rough and bumpy but they were still close and affectionate. and dude, let me say, that when they we're crying and holding onto each other in the mud and fighting bugs in laffinlot, they had my entire heart. but in more recent terms from where i am listening, where they were about to go to grimms party, their relationship has evolved so much?? but it had barely even changed. if that makes sense???

especially when chip now almost refuses to lie to gillion anymore. if anything, i think the ice dome broke but made their relationship stronger because gillion confronted chip about what he has been doing. and chip now kind of understands where gillion is coming from??? because gillion doesnt share much of what is in the undersea with the two other than the mentions here or there of his laws and his beliefs, and strongly believing them. and i guess chip is still trying to process that gillion is NEW to this world and everything. even now in the episodes i'm in.

they have a really interesting relationship but i cannot put it into words bc if i do i will explode. but i love them.

4. THE TRIO!!!

all in all, they're idiots who found each other and in turn are trying to find themselves in this big vast, and new, world. they are idiots who have insane amounts of chemistry even when they first met. they are idiots who walk straight into navy bases and fuck shit up bc it's what they do as the best pirates ever!!! they consume my heart and mind and they will never leave. they are a package deal and they refuse to leave one another behind because they are friends. they are co-captains. they are family. they are each others persons. and that's it to them.

okay i think i'm done. SORRY AGAIN

#quinn rambles #runs away bc i just started rambling #im so sorry (not really? idk this was so fun to do)#jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi chip #jrwi gillion #jrwi jay #jrwi albatrio #jrwi navyseal #jrwi mockingjay #jrwi fish and chips #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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kitty-i-swear-to-gosh · 12 days ago

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I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT EACH AND EVERY PERSON ON YOUR OC POSTER. PLEEEEAAAASSSE

Thank you for being as obsessed with these little freaks as I am. It’s truly an honor

I’ve already talked about Angela and Mordicondor a bunch. I’ll just go into more detail about the rest of the crew.

Lets start with you, pretty boy

Griffinart Eltidar. Assassin. Drifter. Keeper of Secrets.

Griffinart was born as Prince Aureolus Solei, the eldest son of Emperor Aldonious of the Goldra Empire. The Goldra are a war-mongering species, fighting for control over the galaxy. Classic bad guys.

After Aureolus was caught assisting enemy forces in the war against the Xandra Empire, Aldonious executed his own son as a traitor, slicing him through and dumping his body into a river.

Wounded but alive, the prince washed up near the swampy wastelands of his homeworld, where he was saved by a Xandra priestess. He then assumed a new identity as Griffinart Eltidar, and fled his homeworld.

He spent many years living on the edge of the law, and soon was hired by the Captain of the Arora for his cunning and skill. Now, Griffinart has gotten almost comfortable in his new life, but sooner or later his past will catch up to him…

Fun fact: Griffinart is a natural blond. He dyes his hair bc he doesn’t want to look like his father.

And then this funky lil guy

Beelos Barthanos. Insane. Paranoid. Hates everyone.

After a harrowing escape from his (super communist) home planet, Beelos’ ship was swallowed by an unexplainable wormhole in deep space. The portal chewed up his ship, and spat it back out—crashing right into the Starship Arora.

Beelos survived the crash and was rescued by the crew of the Arora. However, upon waking, he couldn’t remember anything of his past, and even worse, he began hearing voices in his head.

He’d been touched by the hand of Chaos, and made its prophet. He sees glimpses of the future—a world where Chaos reigns and every light in the galaxy has been snuffed out. No one believes his prophecies.

Beelos is permanently paranoid that everyone is out to get him. He trusts no one, and hates everybody. The only reason he stays with the Arora is because he has no where else to go.

And then there’s my emo child <3

Roaco Agapé. A killer by compulsion, but a kid at heart.

Roaco was cursed from birth by Chaos, lord of evil, with a Withering Touch that destroys any living thing he touches with his hands. The curse is slowly killing him as well, creeping up his arms and melting away his flesh.

Because of this curse, Roaco was banished from his village as a small child, and left to die. He wandered the wastes until he came to a small trading village. He stowed away on a cargo ship called the Maiden Arora where he was found and later adopted by Captain Mordicondor and his crew.

Roaco has been searching all his life for a way to rid himself of the Wither. He doesn’t want to hurt anybody, yet a part of him always craves the satisfaction of destruction and death. Roaco has to fight to keep his morals and his mind intact.

My beautiful queen bestie🙏💖

Nyranu Buluro. Resourceful. Greedy. The compassionate Empath.

Nyranu is the ship’s medic, and she uses her unique Empath abilities to feel what others are feeling, in order to help them, or more often than not, to help herself.

Nyranu grew up on Talinor, a planet where wealth determines worth. Nyranu trained as a medic under the Federation until her family ran out of money.

Out of desperation, she turned to the criminal underworld, where she used her half-completed medical training to patch up smugglers, bounty hunters, and rebels. It was during this time she learned of the Federation’s enormous bounty on Former Admiral Mordicondor Agapé, a man infamous for his rebellion against the Feds. Capturing him would mean unimaginable riches.

She used her wits and power to gain the rebellion’s trust, and made her way onto Mordicondor’s crew, where she placed a tracker on the ship and sent a signal to the Feds. However, once they arrived, they betrayed and attacked her too.

The Arora risked their lives to save her, and she realized what a mistake she’d made. Nyranu confessed to the Captain, and to her surprise, he chose not to punish her but instead offered her a chance to do better.

She chose to stay, serving as the Arora’s medic and finding, for the first time, a family that valued her for more than her worth in credits.

Super fun fact: Roaco has been in love with Nyranu for years. He doesn’t have the courage to tell her.

And finally—

Drocithar. Despite the heat, he’s rather cold.

Drocithar has been a soldier all his life. He was a child soldier serving during his home planet’s civil war. After decades of battle, he escaped and joined the Federation, where he met Mordicondor. (And we all know how THAT went 😭)

Without somebody giving him orders, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. All he really wants is to settle down and stop fighting, but that would mean giving in to weakness—and weak is the one thing he can’t allow himself to be. A weak soldier is a useless soldier, and a useless soldier is a dead one.

So he pushes himself, and he pushes other people too. Sometimes beyond their limits.

Uhhhh yeah. Rambling again. I love loredumping and I love backstories and I love found family and I don’t know what to do with all of this but I will someday.

Thanks for listening!!! I love you!!

#thanks for the ask!#someday I will do something with these guys #today is not that day #kitty’s ocs #lore dump #long post

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kelgorath · 3 months ago

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i think the possible existence of a perk combination bug is super compelling and all of the data sets i’ve looked over had significant statistical evidence. i don’t think anyone making those data sets actually thinks bungie is doing it on purpose, i know quite a few of them and they’re all adamant that they don’t believe its intentional at all. their qa team was literally gutted a few months ago! i know several folks who work at bungie at various departments and i believe them when they say that they’re not aware of any problems.

but things slip through the cracks, and one good example of this was the craftening. the actual exploit for crafting was was possible for months before someone discovered it, it happened purely by chance. it’s actually a good example of how good the tiger engine is, even with all the spaghetti code. just the fact that a live-service online multiplayer game could even handle all of that insane shit while everyone was playing with their fun new impossible god powers!!

it’s entirely possible that something like this has existed since at least the launch of tfs, because with the introduction of weapon crafting in witch queen, a lot of the rng chase hasn’t been necessarily as focused on individual perks as much as it has been unlocking red border weapons!

i’m most compelled by the theory that some people have proposed about perk duplication when you focus weapons too quickly. because i myself have literally spent the past 6 months trying to get an igneous hammer with precision instrument and keep away, but i almost exclusively get heal clip/incandescent or rapid hit/precision instrument. sometimes i’ll get a different combo of those very same perks, like rapid hit/incandescent, but i have focused nearly a hundred engrams and never gotten the precision + keep away combo.

why do i bring this up? because i tend to focus engrams really quickly! i approach the rng with an “eh, let’d get it over with so i can go back into trials and farm more engrams because i know this one won’t be it” mentality. and a lot of times, if i quickly focus a bunch of engrams in a row, it’ll give me a few nearly identical igneous rolls! i had just chalked it up to bad luck. but oh my god if this is an actual bug??

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fabdante · 10 months ago

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For the DMC reboot:

This might work better before they took down Mundus, and of course the twins would have to know one another better for this to actually work, but:

Dante switching places with Vergil for a day or two because Reasons and being shocked and probably more than a little envious of the sheer contrast. Not even just in how much more money Vergil has than him (tho Dante IS jealous of that; Vergil shows Dante how much he makes and how much Vergil has in his bank account and Dante's brain just kinda stops working for a few seconds, trying to process how big the numbers are), but in how people treat Dante-as-Vergil, compared to how they treat Dante-as-himself. Because yeah, some of it is down to the way Dante acts when he's being himself, and Dante knows this (he just doesn't really know how to be anything different/better, or if its even worth the effort- or if he'll even live long enough for it to matter)... but that's not ALL it is.

The money and status Vergil has helps, that's true, but even just. Being able to walk into a fucking room, say what (you're pretending) your name is, and not have demons or demon collaborators drag you into Limbo or have people otherwise hate and fear you as some monster, and/or treat you like they can tell you're "worthless gutter trash" just by looking at you is... Something. It sure is something.

Idk. I just think it'd be a fun concept to play around with. Especially if Vergil made himself look like Dante and spent the day (or week- however long this takes) running around fighting demons and dodging demon collaborators and probably living in shitty hotels or sleeping on the streets (if he really had to), too, just to really sell whatever ruse they're trying to pull here.

Hopefully this would bring the twins closer together, but I could see it causing problems between the two, too. Which hopefully they could work out, but still. Idk, I just think it'd be Neat.

Side note: They'd probably have to switch swords to make it REALLY convincing, so that could be fun too.

I do think the idea of the twins swapping would be interesting and possibly quite silly!! And it'd give them insight to each others lives!

However I don't know how convincing they'd be asdfghjk they are identical twins in the reboot as far but Kat would 100 percent figure this out immediately upon seeing one of them, which in itself is also very funny asdfghjkl like, beyond the fact Vergil in the reboot is just so insanely pale and Dante is not, it'd take so much work for them to get each others mannerisms down and they might be able to fool others at the Order but definitely not Kat. I can see her walking in on Dante pretending to be Vergil and just immediately like 'ok, where is Vergil, what are you two doing?' to which Dante is going to try and salvage this and fail spectacularly because Kat is not buying his Vergil act, especially now that he's talking asdfghjk I love this concept. I tend to imagine they all didn't leave the Order much at the Dante stage of the plan, but they'd definitely be more convincing around strangers then in the Order.

Flip side of this is also I can see Dante suggesting this for funsies and Vergil just absolutely declining, he does not want to live in Dante's life asdfghjk he is not built to be around dirt he will cry.

If he were to take him up on it though and had to live parts of Dante's life, I definitely think he'd be woefully ill prepared for that. Which might bring him a little more understanding as to why Dante is the way he is, but I do think it might further Dante's resentment towards Vergil because he is definitely just very jealous of how easy Vergil's life has been this whole time.

I also propose a funny alternative: which is Dante wandering around the Order pretending to be Vergil while Vergil is unaware as part snooping mission (he's trying to figure out information on the Order and his brother and Kat and if he can trust any of this) and part just for funsies to see what happens. Some of the newer members are buying it, none of the older ones are, he went on a caper to steal Vergil's clothes from his closet and everything, he acquired a wig, eventually Kat and Vergil catch wind of this and it ends with Dante, in full Vergil cosplay, in Vergil's office while Kat and Vergil are just like ???

#dmc reboot #ask #fab talks #fabtalks #kat like ':/ dante stop trying i know that's you' and dante like 'ok ok you got me'

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lorillee · 3 months ago

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ok well while im waiting for this wretched bus i think its a suitable time to share my y3 thoughts. as always not in any sort of real or coherent organization im not writing an essay so idgaf

overall: better than kiwami 2 ‘s main plot but again 65% of my beef with that game was kiryu/sayama. Which we have talked and complained about extensively

we’re just gonna talk as i remember so lets actually start with a complaint: Real question what on planet stupid earth whats the point of kazama’s brother

likw the yakuza series is frankly no stranger to cheap twists regarding their villains for no reason other than shock value but usually im able to forgive because its like not that important or alternatively really funny and not that important

but kazama having a younger brother is an INSANE thing to bring it and not elaborate on basically at all and do LITERALLY NOTHING WITH?!?!?!??!!??????!??? like THEY DIDNT EVEN USE IT AS A LENSE THROUGH WHICH TO EXPLORE EITHER KIRYU OR KAZAMA OR THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO EACH OTHER!?!?!!!!!!????!?! WHAT !!!!!!!!!

like no words. WHAT?

kind of pisses me off they killed off kashiwagi for like no reason at all also. Like his death did not affect the plot in legitimately any way and to be honest genuinely i did forget he died

^speaking more on this it also pisses me off they like did not explore or elaborate on kiryu’s feelings on this despite the fact that kashiwagi was the one person he had left from the pre kiwami 1 era And like. well we did nothing with this. makes me mad

lets also take a minute to discuss mine

like i think hes an interesting character and a fun antagonist for this game but my issue is i feel like they could have spent more time fleshing out his issues and his relationship with daigo and just a bit his beef with kiryu

like i think the setup for his obsession with daigo is there and you could do something reaaallly interesting with it like i said in that one post to mine it would seem that daigo was born with everything mine had ever wanted and i reaaallllyyy really so bad wish they had DONE something with that.

additionally while i like the interpretation of a one sided obsession in mine’s part it frustrates me that we got absolutely like nothing from daigo on his relationship with mine because i think even just a flashback scene or two wouldve gone a really long way in making this relationship something the audience gets invested in

like i think yakuza 0 did a much better job of tackling this issue and to be fair its not a 1:1 equivalent becasue its not like mine was not hanging out with kiryu but even though we dont see a ton of oda and tachibanas relationship on screen wrt them interacting with each other, the background we’re given on their story and odas devotion to tachibana does a lotttt of legwork in making it believable and interesting. whereas i feel like with mine. I dont even know but we got basically nothing on his relationship with daigo other than like 3 or 4 lines of dialogue and general insanity. and it frustrates me because we had something really good here but whatever

ok lets talk about something marginally more positive. personally really love kiryu starting up an orphanage really special to me watching him run around like a crazy person trying to manage being a single mother of 8

also absolutely adore the oldest daughter role haruka has taken on in this environment and the shape her dynamic with kiryu takes on as a result. its actually so special and so important. TO MEEEEE

lowkey(highkey) wish they had done more in terms of majima actively looking like the most dead inside person on planet earth but its whatever (kicks rocks

like consistently my issue with these games is that i feel like they have too much on their plate and theres about a thousand ideas and nobody wants to let go or streamline, so we kind of get a bunch of things that are relatively unremarkable and some things that are really interesting and have a lot of ground to build on but the problem is that because theres so much bloat everything gets the same amount of exploration. Which is like well ok thats fine when its not that important but i think we should go back. and elaborate on some of these more major points or just cut them out if you’re NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING WITH IT?!!!!!??!? but whatever

like to be clear im happy they introduced these concepts because now i can play around in this sandbox to make something interesting and compelling to me. but as a storytelling enthusiast it frustrates me

daigo waking up from a coma and immediately pulling out a gun to start shooting may seriously be one of the funniest moments in this entire series to date. Where was he hiding that thing. honestly entire game worth it just for this moment Who pitched it and how can i thank them

anyways so overall: had good concepts, some of them fumbled and others executed well, definitely enjoyed. We couldve had more majima though

#lorillee plays y3

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jakespov · 4 months ago

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San Diego!

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE Okay I'm going to do a quick post about San Diego (<3 I love this city) and I'll post about my summer in Utah soon!

PS: this post contains some iPhone pics, some film pics of mine, and some of Jeff's film pics which are half-exposures which are kinda cool!

SO I arrived in San Diego August 7th and checked into my dinky hostel...

Immediately went to explore the city and had a great night eating pizza. This is when I realized the lack of public spaces here; I got a pizza to go and couldn't eat it anywhere; there were no benches or picknick tables or anything so I ate it on the curb somewhere behind a parking lot lol.

Day 2 I spent cycling around around a rental bike (I cycled 74 km that day!) which was super fun but so tiring because San Diego is one big mountain. I have many pretty pictures but I think this video does the downhill route I took more justice. I was so insanely happy lol I was listening to the Beach Boys and picturing what my life could look like here. (It would look pretty damn cool.)

Cycling back up was, in fact, a bitch and I complained the whole way up but you don't wanna see that. Apple Maps told me it was "moderatlely hilly" and it was a 45 degree incline for half a mile, I almost ended it all right then and there.

The next couple days were spent going out at night and doing fun things during the day, like visiting Gaslamp Quarter (where I spent a lotttt of time), cycling around the city and its surroundings, and visiting Balbao park.

I met up with my friend Jeff to head to a beach where we spent the afternoon and had some fat pizza afterwards. Imagine this view! At the beach! Right at your house! Every day! Why does anyone live in any city that isn't San Diego it's insane I don't get it because WOW THIS PLACE IS GORGEOUS!

Some more going out later we went to a big festival the city was running and I got a semi-impromptu tattoo (I'd wanted it for a while and knew I wanted to get it in San Diego and what better day than the festival day!). The festival was so fun and I got to see some more new parts of the city. We went to a club there and (not pictured) Trinity the Tuck was there? And she performed there? Which was kinda fuckin crazy like what that would never happen in Amsterdam.

Okay almost done: the last major thing I did was I went to my first ever MLB game with Jeff, of course it was the Padres where they beat the hell out of the Pirates because of course they did. It was such a cool unique experience I had so much funnnn ok last pictures coming in nowwwww

I really can't express how much fun I had in this city. I partially wanted to scoop out the area to see if I could see myself living in this city or this state and I think I can pretty confidently say I can, even after only a week and a half there.

#I have so many more pictures but tumblr won't let me put them here :/#photography #san diego

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goneahead · 1 year ago

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I was tagged by @radiowrites and @stephmcx thank you♥️!!

Hi! I am @goneahead on tumblr. I am also goneahead on A03 and goneahead over on dreamwidth (see links in my pinned post - my internet has gone wonky again)

So, this was definitely not one of my better years. I have three WIPs and while I plodded away at all three, I was never happy enough to post new chapters.

What’s really sad is I finally hit 1 million words posted on dreamwidth—and then I pretty much struck out this year. I’m mostly posting this cuz I think its good for newer writers to realize that yes, even experienced writers have years where things just go all pear-shaped.

My grand total for fanfic was: 1,513😳

I don’t keep track of my poetry word count, but I started the year writing poem #926 and ended the year writing poem #947

Total Number of Fanfics: about 150

Total Number Of Completed Works: this year? 0

Total Number of WIPS worked on this year: 3

How Many WIPs do you still have: 4

Looking back, did you write more than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? Much less. In fact, this year was pretty much a bust.

Did you take any writing risks this year? Well considering I spent all year writing three fics and wasnt happy enough to post anything….

Biggest Surprise: I would love to say I was surprised at how little I posted, but I am a disorganized idjit and—yeah. nobody is shocked.

Biggest Disappointment: see above😆

Do you have any writing goals for the new year? Finish Home verse. Let’s see how that goes….

Fanfiction Questions Below! (if you don’t write fanfiction feel free to skip or rework the questions for your original works.)

Fandoms I’ve written in this year? Hawaii Five-0

Your most popular story of the year? sadly, I didn’t post a new story, just a poem and a tiny addition to another verse.

The story that was easiest/or most fun to write? Still enjoying my MIB AU. Now if I could actually finish it…

Hardest story to write: Lead Me Through the Fire from 2022 was one of those fics where all the different pieces of the plot had to fit together just so. I spent more time than I’d like to admit second-guessing myself on how I arranged the chapters.

Your sweetest funniest story: I have a soft spot for Hawaii Five-0’s Eric Russo. The character is very funny and often wildly inappropriate. I wrote a scene in one of my WIPs where Eric is just soooo Eric

Your saddest scene: I didn’t write anything sad this year.

The sexiest moment you’ve written this year? again, nada.

Your favorite tag: diplomatic javelining😆

Most unintentionally telling story: hmmm. I can’t think of anything too revealing in my fic? Except a tendency to write too many AUs?

Are any of your fics named after/heavily inspired by music? Yes. A lot of my fics have their own playlists and that music definitely influenced those fics. I don’t usually share these songs—or name my fics after songs—because I listen to a lot of obscure stuff most people have never heard of.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? I continued to get a lot of interesting and thought-provoking comments on Care and Feeding of a Super SEAL this year. There are many amazing fix-it fics for S10xE22 written by insanely talented writers—so its crazy and humbling that people are continuing to read and comment on mine.

Fanfiction risks you took this year? sadly, none.

My favorite part of fandom this year: We had new people join our fandom!

You know, I really don’t get what has happened to fandoms these last few years. It used to be that fans just shrugged and continued to write, create, and have fun—even their fandom didn’t have any new content being made. Am I the only one who thinks its weird that most fans now book it for the nearest exit as soon as a show is canceled or a movie series is over?

letsee, tagging um, @cowandcalf @bennyokelly @itwoodbeprefect @stellagioia @redgoldblue

#answered #h50 #a03

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Witch Hat News #4 - Lessons from the Archives

by Tata Calthrop

This is an archived version of our microfiction newsletter! You can read along on our tumblr, or subscribe here.

Which archive, you may ask? Well, it's quite simple.

Our own one.

Yes, like many twenty-somethings in the creative field now, I was forged in a rather specific fire – the classic Internet pipeline of Neopets, Deviantart, Tumblr, Twitter, usually interspaced at some point with either a gender crisis or a formal diagnosis of mental illness.

You see, for a young nerdy preteen in 2010, you have two sexy choices made available to you, neither of which you will perceive until it's too late. You will choose either the path of solitude (voraciously consuming and creating content in incredible loneliness and feeling like the only person in the world who does so), or the path of the internet, where you will learn at an incredibly young age how to receive and handle a death threat. I was raised on a raw, unfiltered diet of fandom. (Sonic the Hedgehog. The world has not been kind to me.)

The fans and the hermits have a lot to teach each other. In fact, as easy as it is to make fun of – well – most people on the internet, there is something valuable to be learned from every subculture of creativity, including the horny ones.

So let me make a confession to you: I'm a fanfiction writer. I have a shameful record of 155,821 words, none of which will ever give me a scrap of credibility with anyone, including other fanfiction writers. (Heavy is the head that wears the dunce hat of Adventure/Comedy.) Hell, I've spent over a year picking away at a fancomic project. For zero dollars and no publication accolades, I have written at least five full completed novellas, which will never be published, be recognised, or prove anything except my big, fat crush on the uncle from Encanto.

My god, was it freeing.

The social pressure to monetize your art is insane. I took my first art commission before I even had my first bank account. It was my teenage dream: to be paid is to obtain credibility. The label will hang over your head like an execution hood: PROFESSIONAL. Of course, the loop never really stops; start making money and suddenly your eyes are open to how many opportunities you're missing, and how little you make compared to others, and how wide the chasm is between you and full-time creation.

(That's not to say the money and recognition aren't nice! That part I do recommend.)

But making fan content, and making friends who also make fan content, and building up a small audience of people who just want to be there for fun is incredibly liberating when you're not used to it. Get a bunch of friends who create together, join a community that makes its own memes and creates a bubble of mutual feedback and appreciation, and you start to realise: this is how they made the old tales, the oral ones before the printing press.

Here's two lessons from the archives.

Love characters. Fall in love with their vulnerable moments, their jokes, their relationship dynamics, the little unseen parts of them that you can never put in a real story because there's simply no point. Linger on the details. Develop a little crush. Project all your issues and obsess over nothing. Love your own characters, and you'll find suddenly that creating art about them changes from a chore to an act of affection. Learn what makes you fall in love with other stories, and look for the same aspects in your own.

Making art to impress a large audience will disappoint you; making art to impress a social circle of about ten interested people is how life is supposed to be lived. The early humans who painted mammoths on cave walls had no audience except themselves.

Here's a quote I like, from Prof. Henry Jenkins, Provost Professor of Communication, Journalism and Cinematic Arts at University of Southern California: "Contemporary Web culture is the traditional folk process working at lightning speed on a global scale. The difference is that our core myths now belong to corporations, rather than the folk.”

Here's another quote I like, from twitter user @FarfinFarfin: "the fastest way to improve your art is to become some sort of pervert, doesn't really matter what kind, whatever you're comfortable with".

Reviews

The Northern Caves by @nostalgebraist. The Northern Caves is a cosmic horror story about unwary scholars who delved too deep into the ancient texts, except the scholars are a group of hardcore nerds on an early 2000s fan forum for a mediocre fantasy series, and the ancient texts are fan theories about the author's baffling final novel. I know almost nothing about original fiction on Archive of Our Own, but I recognise a wonderfully online scary story when I see one. Psychological, terrifying, and twistedly fascinating reading for anyone who's ever watched an online community implode.

Songs for Girls in Love by @phemiec. PhemieC was one of my favourite musicians as a teenager, and when I got into my first relationship I rushed into the familiar arms of their love songs. They also were making, at the time, Homestuck fansongs. But when I was 15, this music made more of an impact on me than any classic musician ever could. Songs for Girls In Love has a number of fansongs mixed in, largely for things I've never consumed, but you'd never know it from their lyrical subtlety and I'm still a huge fan.

Digital Land Grab: Media corporations are stealing our cultural heritage. Can we take it back? By Henry Jenkins. Okay, okay, this one's not exactly micro or fiction of any sort. But it is the article that I quoted earlier, and Prof. Jenkins could be described as the grandfather of fanwork studies in academia. A good read about the history and creative validity of fanwork, and the ways in which corporations suppress it. I highly recommend it, even if you know nothing about fanfiction.

Your project here. Do you make art of any kind - visual, written, performed? Are you starting a project or recruiting co-creators? We want to hear from you! Email us at [email protected].

That's it for June. See you next month!

#witch hat news #microfiction #newsletter

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