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inkykeiji · 8 months ago
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Oh boy! I just read your new Vox fic as well as your little ideas for daddy Lucifer and OH BOYYY is it hot in here or is it just me…
👁️👁️💦
Thinking about how Vox would take care of his sweet baby while the ‘V’ he carved heals. He’d be so meticulous and careful checking on it daily and making sure you aren’t touching it. Only Vox’s hands belong on the carving while it’s still fresh. He will take care of everything, cleaning it, dressing the wound, pleasuring you if you are good for him. You don’t have to worry about a thing…. TRUST HIM. 🤍🖤🤍🖤
On the other note, your ideas for Daddy Lucifer were *chefs kiss* in every way. You see him the same way I do, loving gentle doting service dom. Ugh I’m drooling just thinking about it! Luci not tolerating any misbehavior is so so so good! The King demands only the best. Thinking about a good over the knee spanking from Lucifer has me ripping through a phone book with my teeth. I swear I’m NORMAL! It’s been a pleasure to read your works!
- with adoration, anon Spook! 👻🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍
OH hehe i am so glad you enjoyed them!!! <33 and thank you for your other message, too!!! it was so lovely n i’m happy to hear ur excited!! thank you for sharing your enthusiasm with me! i’m rly excited to write that piece n share it! (´∀`)♡
YES YES YESSS EXACTLY. he’s got a whole treatment plan formulated right down to every hour of your recovery, spanning several weeks. he is painstakingly scrupulous throughout the entire process and consistently reaffirms that you can’t do it on your own—that he doesn’t trust you to do it on your own, not perfectly, not the way Daddy would. it’s better for you both if you just let him handle it all ♡ besides, he needs to make sure it heals exactly the way he wants it to—sharp, clean lines and a hard, raised scar—that requires diligent attention he’s sure a sweet, stupid little baby like you can’t manage; at least, not as well as he can. and make no mistake; he will take immediate action if required, including peeling off scabs and repeating the carving, to ensure he receives his desired outcome.
he definitely demands you video call him multiple times per day so he can have a good look at it, monitoring the whole situation with a concerning amount of obsessiveness. but it’ll all be so worth it, he promises you, when it heals flawlessly, a perfect, permanent stamp of eternal ownership, etched into the most intimate part of your body ♡
ah thank you!!! i’m glad you agree!!! c; i just think he would be such a good Daddy waaah (*/ω\*) the thought of being spanked by lucifer makes me absolutely feral so i completely understand where you’re coming from—i also go a little wild over the thought of him spanking you with his cane, which i’m sure he only reserves for severe misbehaviour ehehe
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skyenish · 6 months ago
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| Vil Schoenheit analysis and animatic: my interpretation on Vil’s character and overblot 👑 |
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(I haven’t read the newest book 7 chapters yet since I play on EN)
I’ve always interpreted Vil’s story as one of validation. He may be confident, he knows his worth, and yet he can’t give himself the validation he wants/needs. Hes got tenacity and believes in working hard to be his perfect self, which is admirable, but one must wonder how much of that ‘perfect self’ is influenced by others. What really is ‘the fairest of them all’? He works so hard to achieve what he thinks it is, and even after all that hard work he’s still second best to Neige.
Vil isn’t dumb, he knows his worth, he knows that Neige works hard too, and yet it stings. Do others dont appreciate how much effort you put in? He chases validation and because of that can’t truly love himself, which is exactly what Rook meant with what he said to Vil after book 5’s ending, something how about when Vil is old and wrinkly, as long as he truly believes he’s the fairest of them all, he is.
When Vil tried to cheat, tried to poison Neige, his whole world collapsed. His overblot was a very internal issue, unlike the other Overblotters, because he wasn’t being tenacious, he took a shortcut, which he famously doesn’t like. He’s the monster he thinks others think he is, partly because of his typecasting and the bullying he endured when he was younger. He let other people affect him so much, it’s a huge part of his overblot.
This is just my interpertation of course, but I barely see anyone talk about Vil’s character and OB besides his surface level jealousy towards Neige, and I think we should talk more about him. He is already trying, working so hard, but it’ll never be enough for him for as long as he isn’t happy with it himself. His perfection is toxic. Its admirable how hard he works, and he’s an incredibly smart, talented and even confident person, but his desire for perfection, for validation, would’ve destroyed him. There’s a reason he overblotted, and its not just because ‘waaah waaah I always get typecasted as the villain and mu rival is gonna win a competition 🥺🥺’, its so, SO much more!
I want more discussions about Vil because he has so much more depth than people give him credit for. He teaches us the important lesson of loving yourself, though he’s not very good at it himself yet! I’m sorry if this analysis is all over the place, I just wanted to ramble, and I just so happened to have made a sort of corresponding animatic!
Uhh that was my ted talk about Vil. Falls of stage and breaks my neck
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dabistits · 5 months ago
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when do u think bnha became unsalvageable?
i think bnha might've always been slated to become that way from the get-go, with the protagonist being an aspiring hero and heroes being superpowered cops.......
that said while copaganda shows will always be suspect to me, i'm willing to watch them for entertainment value if not moral backbone lol. so i think bnha could've still been a somewhat fun show about these kids going to superpowers school and learning how to use superpowers better. the major failure points that stand out to me are:
mva
endemption
i'll talk about #1 first since i'm sure that's gonna be the most controversial coming from me lol. dgmw i actually love mva and i think it's one of the better-written (if not best) arc of the series, BUT it was so good and set up so many expectations that the series ultimately just could not live up to. mva was very strong imo because, in giving its villains depth, it dug into the fabric of bnha's society and tried to illustrate, like, how did this happen, why are these people villains? and by and large, the answer to that was poverty and the societal alienation of vulnerable populations (children, abuse victims, mentally ill ppl, queer ppl, "mutants," etc.)
and this was good and interesting but this was Also Bad because mva added complexity to the world of bnha but that was ultimately a complexity that horikoshi couldn't execute. i'm not interested in a story that makes systemic change secondary to scolding marginalized people for reacting to how they've been treated. i would even prefer some kind of liberal "change from the inside" story that at least focuses more on the theme of systemic flaws than one that focuses on how the people systemically wronged are actually the bad ones and we have to fight them for 400 chapters.
look, i'll even drop the whole "the lov did nothing wrong" bit for a moment. sure, bnha doesn't have to throw away all believability and have everyone forgive the lov just like that, but it's always going to be fucked to me that bnha's story and fans are obsessed with the lov ~owning their crimes~ when (takes a deep breath) the government ordered the clandestine executions of people who would make the hero system look bad. and the story barely wastes any breath talking about the corruption of the hero system and higherups lol. which brings me to the second point.
endeavor started out as a character that embodied everything that was wrong with quirk/hero society. he was one of those very early downsides we saw of bnha's world: the publicity/public image of heroes superseding the contents of their actual character, and the value of quirks superseding the value attributed to their human bearers, to the point that domestic abuse and rape is seen as an option to make one's genes/one's power stronger. this was a good set-up! i was intrigued! but again, horikoshi couldn't follow through.
endeavor's character eventually shifted away from making a point about hero society to becoming one of the emotional focal points of the story, especially in the todofam subplot. "waaah tumblr user dabistits you just hate when people change for the better!" and yeah i do kind of hate how an abuser having sad feelings immediately gets him prioritized over the people who suffered because of him tbh! but personal feelings aside, i would say that endemption really marked the point where bnha swung hard into depicting characters as good or bad not through the actions they take but through their alignment with either heroes or villains.
endeavor and hawks are the most obvious in this. in contrast to the obsession of making sure villains repent and "do the right thing," endeavor/hawks' actions are either forgivable, pitiable, or simply necessary. several years of spousal abuse and at least 10 years of child abuse don't earn endeavor so much as a lecture (no, being told to stop being pathetic doesn't count), and hawks' execution of twice—not much different than lady n's executions—is dismissed through a press conference and never addressed again. there's a distinct line drawn between "heroes (who sometimes do bad things!)" and "villains," such that anyone aligned with the heroes is deemed to be "good, deep down," and generally more morally superior or redeemable than villains. consider the fact that someone like gentle (youtube crimes) or aoyama (blackmailed 16 y.o) were held to higher standards of proving themselves than someone like endeavor or hawks. i'm not gonna lie, these story beats are all uncomfortably real, except that when real live people do endeavor or hawks things i see them unquestionably as counterrevolutionary enemies, not protectors of the peace lol.
the decision to have endeavor transition from minor antagonist to a major supporting character was, imo, a big turning point in the ethos of bnha. i think in many ways it was a symbolic shift, but also a mechanical one in terms of how the story was going to be told going forward. the problems about hero society that were continually introduced at the beginning (ostracizing quirkless people and ppl with "dangerous" quirks, the valuation of powerful quirks over people, "fake heroes," all of the lov stuff) took a backseat to Stopping The Big Bads, with marginalization as flavor text instead of a genuine area of contention between heroes. think about the difference in deku confronting endeavor during the sports festival compared to how all other injustices were dealt with afterward... because the readers have to be convinced that endeavor is Ultimately Good, the heroes stopped challenging him, and in stopping challenging him, they lost one of the major ways through which the heroes of the series wrestled with societal issues.
but whereas the way the heroes handled corruption and violence within their own ranks became simplistic and non-confrontational, with mva, so many aspects of dealing with and interrogating the status quo and societally-accepted injustices were pushed onto the villains instead. but since the villains must be defeated as villains, despite being the main carriers of social critique now, their messages were also torn down/deprioritized in favor of enacting bnha's vision of a cohesive conclusion wherein the villains answer for their crimes. so instead of making the heroes challenge anything, hori shifted this burden onto the villains, in the process making most of them some kind of vulnerable/marginalized and with opinions on the matter, only to ultimately assert that the issues they raise are less narratively important than a restoration of peace.
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kholnt · 2 months ago
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I just wanted to say how much I looooooovvveeee your Lost Link fic! I love the idea of what would happen if Wild remembered his past. I wanted to know how you think his knight training went? I definitely think that it was a terrible experience that gave him a whole wagon full of horrible coping mechanisms and bad habits(and from where the fic is going, I'm guessing you think similarly), but I wanted to know how you thought his training went. Anyway, just wanted to say how much I appreciate and love your work, Thank You!
WAAAH THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS!!! (but give all of the writing credit to @/eponatheestallion <33 cannot emphasize that enough) BUT! you basically got it in one! his knight training was NOT kind to him in the slightest. i mean, even with the canon material we HAVE it still doesn't particularly spell a good time. (staring at mipha, zelda and purah's diaries respectively. and creating a champion. and possibly aoc but thats a different timeline + i barely know anything abt it so its there In Spirit) i will warn you that this ones gonna be long bc botw diaries TEND TO BE YAP SESSIONS! AND im a yapper so i'll just give you the tldr:
lost's knight training was abhorrent for his mental health and plays into a LOT of his mannerisms and why he is the way he is
ANYWAY! i'll just talk abt things that have been established either in the au or in botw canon :) any blanks you can fill on your own
as for canon things heres some things that stood out to me (formatted to be paragraphs for my sanity):
"A youth named Link was brought to me a hundred years ago, covered in wounds and on death's doorstep. Link… So young, yet so courageous. He was the youngest knight to have ever been appointed to the Imperial Guard at Hyrule Castle. He was also a gifted swordsman who was selected as captain of Princess Zelda's personal guard. I thought his skills would be enough to defeat Ganon in glorious fashion…
It was the best we could do…" -Purah's Diary
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"When I finally got around to asking why he's so quiet all the time, I could tell it was difficult for him to say. But he did. With so much at stake, and so many eyes upon him, he feels it necessary to stay strong and to silently bear any burden.
A feeling I know all too well… For him, it has caused him to stop outwardly expressing his thoughts and feelings. I always believed him to be simply a gifted person who had never faced a day of hardship. How wrong I was… Everyone has struggles that go unseen by the world… I was so absorbed with my own problems, I failed to see his." -Zelda's Diary ~~~~~
"At the request of Hyrule's king, a group of outsiders came to greet us at the domain. One of them was a Hylian child of only about four years of age. His name was Link. He made quite a first impression. He was curious and full of energy, with a ready smile. Are all Hylian children that way?
One thing that surely sets him apart is his swordsmanship, which I hear is exceptional. He has even bested adults. He must be somewhat reckless, however, as he was covered in bruises. Wishing to be helpful, I healed his wounds for him." ~~~~~
"Link came to visit the domain. It feels like forever since he was here last. He no longer resembles the child I first met. He is now an accomplished knight and keeper of the sword that seals the darkness. I am so proud. However… He hardly speaks anymore, and smiles even more rarely. He is still the kind soul I knew, but something has changed.
I asked him if something had happened, if something was wrong. He merely shook his head. Perhaps it is his newly acquired height, but I feel he is ever looking past me, into the distance beyond…" -Mipha's Diary
~~~~~ "The details of how Link obtained the sword a hundred years ago have been lost to the mists of time, but since he was in possession of it for a number of years prior to becoming a Champion, he was likely around twelve or thirteen years old when it happened."
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"After the Champions for the Divine Beasts were chosen, there was an incident at Hyrule Castle. A Guardian went berserk during a test run. Link deftly defeated it, earning himself a great deal of recognition. Impressed, King Rhoam made him Princess Zelda's appointed knight. With no regard for his own personal safety, he loyally fulfilled his duty to guard Princess Zelda with his life." -Creating a Champion
(there will be another thing later but its separated for a Reason.) ANYWAY! these are like. BIG things in canonical material that I feel like are important, especially if they're highlighted. i'm not really going to elaborate much since its kind of spelled out already but i'll say a few things nonetheless (also for consistencies sake i'm going to say lost but do know this ALSO applies to wild) he was the youngest knight appointed in history. like even that alone is FUCKED??? i don't remember if it was something in canon, fanon or something kay n i made up (but it doesnt rlly matter since its canon to the lost hero au ANYWAY!) but he became a knight at TWELVE soon after pulling the sword. then proceeded to become a royal guard at 17. this is a kid surrounded by adults in a generally Unsafe Environment, that alone is enough for some level of fucked. ill explain the "hes been training since he was four" later since i have Thoughts about that, but on a unrelated note do notice that mipha makes the assumption that lost is reckless and not through actually seeing him being clumsy. hyrulean guard when i get you now, to me the vow of silence was something that stemmed from before the calamity and started up in his training. because thats a twelve year old being forced to be a hero when he never got the choice to. OBVIOUSLY hes going to shut down. again, this will be expanded upon later also. lost is canonically self sacrificial. VERY self sacrificial. no further comments, just saying OKAY. NOW ITS LATER BC ITS TIME TO YAP ABT THE "inspired by canon but like. its canon plus." canon is bent in specific ways bc the way link is characterized (in cac specifically) makes him very uh,,,, inhuman i suppose. i love looking at scenarios where decisions have consequences, and it's that specific reason why i enjoy "what if" aus so much.
yes, lost was still trained when he was four. no it was not formally. to me, lost had an interest in swordsmanship because his dads a knight! hes going to be exposed to at least a little bit at an early age. he was insistent on wanting to learn, so with the power of sticks, pot lids, and a lot of positive reinforcement, he learned how to do the movements of swordfighting. he'd never been given a proper sword until the guard brought him to zora's domain. lost's dad never wanted to force the position of hero onto him, so he never gave him a sword. everyone knows that he's the hero except him, and lost's dad would rather keep it that way until he's old enough to climb mount lanayru (it happens much earlier than that) now abt the fucking "According to tales told by the long-lived Zora, Link visited Zora's Domain when he was younger and formed a bond with them, defeating a Lynel and teaching various skills to Zora children. This story sheds light on both his physical abilities and his strength of character." from creating a champion just like. isn't canon in this. the only other recorded time lost fought a lynel in zoras domain was when he was already zelda's guard and he was not younger. so by proxy it must've been when he was four WHICH ISN'T HAPPENING SORRY GUYS!!!! i'm not having a four year old fight a lynel hero or not!!!! it's referenced in lost hero canon (the soldiers accompanied made jokes and tried to egg lost on but it got shut down real quick since a. his dad was there and b. literally anyone who have thinking caps would go "yeah um... no actually!") and now its fanon time :))) when lost was in the army, he was usually trained separately from the other knights, mostly because of skill difference. as a CHILD he was able to clear soldiers, he needed different training period. as for the actual formal training, it was extremely strict. terrible conditions stemmed from an awful reward "system" (that usually led to lost being extremely fatigued and starting an endless loop of punishment. there is a reason why lost can push through awful conditions: hes used to it) all blanketed with the justification of "he's the hero of hyrule." they trained him to be a weapon, not a person. he doesn't have a sense of self nor an identity outside of "hero" "champion" or "weapon." things like "brother" got stripped from him when he joined the academy. they didn't bother with setting up a future for him. he eventually figures his shit out but thats YEARS down the line, and even then he's still suffering from this,,,, self objectification? idk how else to describe it when he wasn't getting grilled for "not swinging his sword hard enough" or having his foot a centimeter off even though he hasnt had the privilege of Basic Necessities To Survive in (insert timeframe) he was usually doing something in the coliseum. as it turns out, having the hero show off in front of an audience by fighting a lynel (or multiple) is a GREAT money maker! shame he wasnt usually told beforehand!
being forced into heroism is a big reason as to why hes the silent knight. he never wanted this. being separated from his family (whom of which i have Many thoughts about. same for his childhood honestly) and surrounded by strangers who have no care for who he is but rather what he stands for was absolutely awful, and only made worse by his age. being silent and just dealing with it is how he coped, and its eventually going to boil over (just give it a few years) his knight training was one of THE worst things to happen to him, right under failing to save his kingdom and inadvertently being the cause of hyrule's demise. it's the reason why he acts the way he does. he wasn't allowed to forget, so instead it influences almost everything he does, says and thinks. SO YEAH IT WASNT A GOOD TIME
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posebean · 1 year ago
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Summer Rain: Storm-Given Flu 4
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Writer: Beanosei
Season: Summer, a year later
Characters: Niki, Rinne
Niki: (Rinne-kun, are you really okay?)
A year later. A small live house.
Niki: Uuu… The line at the grocery store was so long…I hope I’m not late.
Niki: (Rinne-kun said his live was around now, right? I hope this is the right place.)
Niki: (As I expected, Dad found out about the idol thing and we got into a huge fight…)
Niki: (Nahaha…I guess it was out of love and concern. Idols were the thing that separated us, after all.)
Niki: …
Niki: (Well, it was fun while it lasted. And now I’m back on track to being the best chef I’ve always said I was!)
Niki: (Rinne-kun didn’t give up. He was sad but understood that I couldn’t keep going.)
Niki: (He kept working hard. Even though I’m pretty sure people have been losing interest in solo idols like him, lately.)
Niki: (Especially because the higher-ups have been shafting him for bigger groups, leaving him with small jobs like this.)
Niki: …
Niki: (He still takes them gladly and comes home every night with a smile when I ask how everything went.)
Niki: (Rinne-kun, are you really okay?)
Niki: Ah yes, hello. Could I buy a ticket for the current live?
Niki: I don’t need to? It’s free? Okay, thank you.
Niki:...
Rinne: “♪”
Niki: (This place is practically empty…)
Niki: (I can see the staff on their phones, not paying attention at all.)
Niki: (Why is no one watching him? When he’s still giving it his all?)
Niki: (If no one will watch him, I will!)
Niki: (I’ll always have my eyes on him, then at least someone in this world will know how hard Rinne-kun is working.)
Niki: (All the late nights and hard practices he’s gone through…I know them all.)
Niki: (Even if no one else in the whole world does, I will be here to cheer you on, Rinne-kun!)
Niki: (walks forward, clapping to the beat.)
Rinne: “♪…!”
Niki: (Ah, he visibly brightened~ )
Niki: Hi Rinne-kun, I’m cheering for you! Give it your all!
Rinne: Niki ♪ You’re here!
Niki: Hush, you’re on stage. Sing into the mic, Rinne-kun.
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Rinne: “♪”
Rinne: “This one’s for you, Niki!”
Rinne: “♪”
Niki: Waaah it’s just us and a bunch of staff~ But still, don’t just call me out like that!
Niki: That’s so unprofessional of you, Rinne-kun~
Rinne: “♪”
Niki: (Nahaha, he has that sparkle in his eye again.)
Rinne: “♪”
Rinne: “♪”
Rinne: “♪”
Rinne unbloom fade out
Rinne: (bowing) “Thank you for coming!”
Niki: (It looks like some of the staff actually started to listen when he shouted my name out, haha~)
Niki: (I’ll go wait for him outside~)
Niki: Oh, I better not forget my groceries! (grabs the bag he left on the ground)
Niki: Wonder how long Rinne-kun will take to change~
Rinne:...
Niki: Rinne-kun!~ (runs at him and hugs him)
Rinne: ! 
Rinne: Whoah~ Niki. You scared me!
Niki: Rinne-kun you did great!! That was amazing!
Rinne: Gyahaha ☆
Rinne: But of course~ I'm Rinne-kun after all!
Niki: Pfft, arrogant much?
Niki: Did you have fun?
Rinne: Of course! Doing lives is always fun~
Niki: (Even with an empty hall?)
Rinne: I had the best audience I could ever ask for~
Niki: What? But you had no-
Rinne: Niki’s dumb so he won’t get it, nevermind☆
Rinne: Let's go home. You went to the grocery store before this, right? We probably should put those in the fridge right away.
Niki: Hey! Don’t think I didn’t just hear you insult me!
Niki: But yeah! And it’s okay, we can take our time.
Niki: They’re mostly non-perishables and sauces.
Niki: Oh! And apples were on sale today! I was thinking about making Rinne-kun’s favorite baked apples for dessert later!
Niki: Thought that you deserved something nice after working so hard today, Rinne-kun!
Rinne: …
Niki: ! (Is suddenly lifted into the air)
Niki: P-Put me down Rinne-kun! You’re squeezing me!
Rinne: No~ How else am I supposed to express how happy I am to Niki~
Niki: Put me down~
Niki: (...He has tears in his eyes.)
Niki: (But he’s smiling~ So that’s good.)
Rinne: Can we order a pizza too?
Niki: …
Rinne: On my money~ I at least got paid a bit for this live!
Niki: Fine, only if you let me pick the toppings! I still have trauma from the last time I let you pick!
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macfrog · 11 months ago
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firstly you are so talented it makes me want to gag and die and climb a mountain 🫶💘 second i’m about to start posting my first fic ever and i was wondering if you had any suggestions for more logistical stuff to make the thing better to read? like formatting/time to post/adding pictures etc etc. sending besos y abrazos💓💓
hey dude! waaah thank you for this you're far, far too kind 🩵
how exciting!! i just checked out the little preview you posted and what a beautiful little droplet of writing!!! i cannot wait to read the rest. please please please tag me when you post it; jackson joel is my favorite joel and i am soooo intrigued to read and devour 🍓
formatting-wise, i pretty much just laid things out how i thought they looked best. you always want your warnings to be visible just in case there's anything that might require a heads up for some readers, also helps to include a summary of the fic somewhere, and i always pop a word count on there, too...but whatever works for you! i guess just consider what info you look for before reading a fic and piece it together that way.
i took inspo from many other writers on here with the whole three-photo header thing. i just pick three images that either capture the vibe of the fic or literally just pieces of the plot lol and put them up top. i try my best to be as inclusive as possible so where i can help it: i try not to use specific skintones or hair colors, body types etc. this isn't always perfect, though, and it's something i always want to be improving on. (straying from specific bodies in your mbs does mean that you can get a little more creative with em and use fun art over real-life images, which a lot of wonderful writers do!)
as for posting: i have posted at all times of day before...in all honesty, i'm not sure when is best as a. there are so many readers on here from all over the world who will eat up your work at any time, and b. i typically hit post and then toss my phone for a few hours - but i guess the later in the day, the better for exposure and engagement? as people will be home from work and school etc., and have the time to check it out.
try not to get hung up on this part, tho! i live by the mantra that the people the fic is for, will come across it one way or another - and not all fics are instant hitters. that's ok! sometimes it takes time for something to gain eyes on it. post for yourself. have fun with it. numbers mean nothing 🤍
if there's anything else you wanna ask or chat about, feel free to dm me anytime! can't wait to read when you post the rest! sending love right back to ya 🫂🩷
xx
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shinylitwick94 · 1 year ago
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WoT S2 thoughts from a rather casual book reader:
SPOILERS ABOUND
- Overall massive, MASSIVE, improvement over S1 on most fronts;
- The introduction of Lanfear especially really helps give the show an edge it was missing and I love that we are getting the other Forsaken too;
- We get a lot more on the world and the magic and how it works and the EF5 are set to take off on their respective journeys;
- It just looks better too;
- There are definitely some decisions that are controversial with book readers, but for the most part I think they are justified in the logic of the characters as they are in the show, which by this point has diverged quite significantly from the books anyway;
On the finale specifically:
Liked:
- Forsaken office drama remains spicy and the best, loved the Ishy and Lanfear scenes;
- Moghedien!!!!! So happy we get to introduce unhinged spider lady, and in the best way too, very much looking forward to what they do with her in S3;
- Mat with spear-dagger thing - it was cool! And this is coming from someone who isn't really a Mat fan. Although personally I felt the Heroes of the Horn themselves were a little bit clunky;
- Egwene and Renna - in terms of buildup-delivery for the EF5 by far the one that worked best;
-Whitecloaks - i did like how blatantly they leaned into the Crusader vibes here, and I like how they did the thing with Perrin as well;
Not super happy with:
- Ishy fight - I do agree with the criticism that we needed more of Rand in this moment and we did not get it (although unlike many I don't think this makes it WAAH WAAAH THE WORST SHOW EVER) - Rand got shafted here and at this stage this is a real problem;
- Ishy fight part deux - it also just looks kind of clunky? The way Rand walks up and stabs him is weirdly anticlimactic, they could still have done that with more oomph
- Nyneave & Elayne - also in the anticlimactic category - felt like we got a whole lot of buildup for these two this season and in the end they did...not much, really, especially Nyneave who kind of just stood and stared all episode
So yeah other than those weirdly anticlimactic last five minutes I thought it was pretty good. Very much looking forward to S3.
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formeforgone · 6 months ago
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telafel · 11 months ago
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I got to the 65-70% mark in ACOTAR and man it's like they decided to speed run the stupidity in it.
Spoilers under the cut
There is an incredibly unsexy sex scene when Tamlin is telling her she needs to return home for her safety. She does this whole pouty shit of like "Of course you'd send me awy, who would want someone like me all covered in thorns, waaah." Just hamfisting the meaning of the book title into the story in a jarring way, like girl. First off: You shed your prickly personality VERY quickly and have been pretty much just going with the flow and being happy for a majority of the book so far. Aside from not listening to some commands a few times you've been nothing but agreeable. Second: He literally just said he's sending you away for your protection and not because of your personality, why are you turning this threat of the WHOLE COURT and TAMLIN'S LANDS AND LIFE, into being about yourself?
So Feyre is sent back to the human world and just has all these incredibly weird internal thoughts begrudging humans- specifically the human servants of her family. GIRL THEY'RE SERVANTS they aren't going to look so fucking perfect like the dumb fae servants that can just flick their wrist and glamour any dirt away.
And then she has all these snobby thoughts about like "ohhh my family doesn't want for everything and has a beautiful estate again but it's not the irrationally flawless fae lands. These clothes are beautiful but Im sooooo used to the decadent silks it's not good enough for me. wah wah wahh feel bad for me for living in insane privilege"
(she goes from poverty to being hand held into glamorous estate with bottomless wealth and excess and she just kinda gets used to it extremely quickly and nothing is asked of her really. And then later her and her family are literally handed wealth on a gold plate. Aside from the first few chapters of the book she is not struggling at all. There is so little conflict in this book it is so DULL, but it's simply written so it's easy to breeze through.)
and then like. There's the whole thing how she gives a FAKE full name to some evil faerie guy (who was literally just scrounging around in her fucking brain, like how did he not pull a NAME jfc, how did he not immediately know it was a lie) and Feyre finds out that her whole family and estate and servants were essentially murdered in a fire. Does she feel any remorse for it? No, all she does it worry about her bang buddy and how something must be totally wrong oh nooooo. And goes to save him.
And then she returns to the fae lands and ohhh boy. Miraculously one of the servants survived/escaped the whole throw down and then just fucking info dumps for paragraphs and PAGES.
My god. "Poor tamlin was under THIS INCREDIBLE CONTRIVED CURSE THIS WHOLE TIME, and we couldn't talk about it but god, Feyre you're such a bitchy human for not knowing and not breaking the curse!!!!!!!!!!!"
The thing that drives me crazy is like... Feyre doesn't even think how the whole set up was just some way for Tamlin to break his curse, all of it was just to woo her and get her to fall in love with him and I don't know, but if I found out the person I was falling for had set up all this stuff to manipulate my emotions to fall in love with him for his own gain I would be kind of put off by that? Just zero thoughts on her end, she's so down to clown with that fae dick, just accepts his confession of love is genuine despite everything else.
And like, the LORE DUMP that happens too, like. You mentioned a "she" a few times, but then it's like all dumped because of this dumb thing of "oh we couldn't talk about it with the curse and we couldn't talk about her at all (btw here is all her backstory to justify the incredibly convoluted curse, and also some of the politics of the land), which we never mention anyways and give no real hints about anything so like, yeah it's all your fault Feyre that Tamlin's in danger because your didn't break the curse you had no idea was a thing"
It's just a fucking WILD tone to take, especially when this is the servant that's been her personal maid basically.
The entire book has just been:
Faerie character: Feyre don't do this thing. Listen to me without me explaining why you shouldn't do this thing. Have total faith in my words. You don't need to know why.
Feyre: I think I will do this thing anyways ahah!!!!!
Faeria character: god damn it Feyre the thing you did has all this bad stuff involved with it!!!!!!!! why didn't you listen!!!!!!!!!!
Tamlin: I am going to flaunt my wealth and power and be attractive.
Feyre: I want to bang him, that means i love him
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clambuoyance · 2 years ago
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do you have any favorite hyper-specific tropes you enjoy? like a certain line of dialogue or character type or something
OKAY LETS SEE
1) Since it’s on the mind bc of toh—i’m an absolute sucker for found siblings. Of course, i enjoy the found family trope in general and most variations (middleaged character adopting a random ass kid, etc etc) , but when its focus is on siblings? I eat that shit upppp. I mean relationships like luz and hunter, any of the dc families tbh, the rgb siblings (nya lloyd kai), or my ocs keiko and rolin—they scratch a special part of my brain.
Maybe its because i’m eldest sibling myself, and my brother is only two years younger making us pretty close in age, but i just really like sibling relationships and they hit more than parent/child ones for me😭🙏 We don’t always get along, but i’d say we have a pretty strong relationship now
Something about going through the same motions, esp if ur both still trying to find ur place in the world, and knowing you have someone to rely on is just so special to me. Even with blood siblings, it doesn’t really feel like unconditional love at first. Like, you have to choose to be someone who will care and be there for them. Urgh idk it just feels different even though with parents it’s also a choice to care about someone. Like with a parent or guardian, it’s like you want to expect them to have all the answers, but with someone closer to ur age who chooses to treat you like family, it’s like—well we both don’t know what we’re doing but we have each other to lean on.
And the “found” part isn’t necessary but just a nice treat bc i feel like it highlights that Active choosing to care for someone like family. waaah. Like Kai in s1 of ninjago having a whole arc that leads to him leaving behind his own desires to save tiny lloyd, and then literally promising to always look after lloyd after , or luz promising to keep hunter safe bc he’s family now, and then my story with my ocs rolin n keiko is all about them becoming siblings to each other😭 it just makes me feel sooo emotional
also sibling banter 💥💥💥 i feel like u can say more uncalled for shit w siblings
So yeah if you look at my list of faves don’t be surprised if u see a lot of characters who have a significant sibling relationship in their story 🙏
2) Now i dont know if this counts as a trope, but as for fave character type theres usually this One scene that makes me go Oh i love them. and that scene or line tends to go like this: Character up to this point has shown a fun, perhaps confident or carefree personality, but as soon as they’re alone, it’s revealed to the audience they’re capable of feeling so much more. Idk i guess im thinking kon at the campfire, or wukong in lmk specifically always being chill then being serious when he’s alone
3) Also in category of things that make me love a character: slapstick comedy to highlight dorkiness. or honestly just any type of comedy that undercuts a character’s supposed Cool/Importance Factor. 💀 like the amount of slapstick a character goes through has to be proportional to how unaware the character is of their own dorkiness. Im thinking Kai bumping his head while threatening garmadon or bragging about his skills only to get slammed by a tree (or a rock. or a wall. the list goes on.). Or Kon saying he’s fine cuz he can fly only to wham his head when the ship turns and then subsequently get flung around while the ship flies, or slamming his face straight into the ground cuz he’s an idiot.
Or like, Karkat’s whole thing. he’s a walking clown circus. sollux going “do NOT run that computer virus” and karkat ignoring him only for the computer to explode in his face. idk that shit makes me laugh
4) When characters start talking about how they don’t wanna be left behind—it depends on the writing but that usually Hits for me 😭
um i could probably think of more but thats all i got for now
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inkykeiji · 2 years ago
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just here to let you know that you are a wonderful angel and i love u and i hope you are doing well!!!! and im less than 150 days i get to marry (a) DABI (cosplayer) and you manifested this for me with that halloween drabble you wrote for me and i still think about it daily and your writing daily and it makes me so happy that youre still active on tumblr and youre still so bubbly and happy and positive and i ADORE YOU!!!!!!! thank you for being you!!!
just wanna let you know that I LOVE U so much and i am so so so happy for you!!!!!!! i love weddings!!!!! i’m sure yours is going to be as gorgeous as you are and i can’t wait to see it! you deserve nothing but all of the love and happiness and pomeranian snuggles in the whole world!!! <3
i am so glad i was able to manifest this for u hehehe ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) it makes me so giddy to hear that u still think about ur lil halloween match-up!!! thank you so much for this message tempie it made me CRY waaah i miss u so much and i love seeing you on my dash everyday, you’re such a joy <333
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strawberrymilkgeorge · 4 years ago
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Part Fourteen. There's No Way.
word count: 5k (not including pictures) warnings: swearing
behind the screen (irl dream x f!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist
a/n: yeeeeee very excited about this chapter!! we're getting so close to some good stuff!!!! hope you like it!!! (also, if you understand the reference to bug’s second tweet about mr clean, you’re a real one) 
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Y/n laughed as she tucked her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on top as she stared at her computer monitor. "Yeah, okay, Gogy."
Quackity's laugh sounded through her headphones, cackling loudly and gasping for air as George defended himself in their voice channel. None of them were streaming, which allowed them to tease each other relentlessly without worrying about leaking real things. Currently, the target of the teasing was Y/n. Her guilty crime: Dream’s nickname for her. "She got his ass!"
"Oh shut up, Big Q," Y/n quickly spat back. "At least neither of us has a nickname that lies about our size. Short boy."
Quackity stopped laughing and pulled out his defensive card. "Okay, that's literally not funny. That's messed up of you to say, actually."
"Waaah," Y/n mocked.
"Okay, Bugsy, but no one seriously calls me Gogy, it's just as a joke," George defended himself. "I was only saying that I think it's cute how Dream calls you Bug!"
"Shut up," she mumbled with embarrassment. She loved the nickname and especially how everyone seemed to agree it was reserved for him. She wondered if he noticed that too, how everyone else, including most fans, called her Bugsy, leaving Dream as the only online friend who used the nickname.
"She's embarrassed," Quackity giggled. "Awww. Is the Buggy Wuggy embarrassed of having a crush?"
“I don’t have a crush,” she lied convincingly. 
“You better not. The title of your affection deservingly goes to me,” he said proudly, as if there was any shred of truth in his words.
“Get over yourself, Quackity,” George laughed, “before Dream tells you off again about being too short for Bugsy.”
“HEY!”
"I'm back," Sapnap announced as he unmuted in Discord. "What did I miss?"
"They're still bullying me," Y/n exaggerated.
“No, they’re bullying me!” Quackity scoffed.
“Sapnap, make them stop,” Y/n begged playfully. Usually Sapnap was on her side.
"It’s for a good reason though," Sapnap teased. "I mean, we'll stop bullying you if you admit to liking him," he lowered his voice slightly, probably since he lived in the same house as the man they were talking about.
Y/n smiled to herself and hid it behind her hoodie sleeve as if they could see her anyway. She kinda liked that she hadn't told Quackity or Sapnap about her official crush, enjoying having a secret like that. Well, a secret that George, Karl, and Naomi knew too.
"Then I guess I'll be bullied until the day that I die," she sighed. She swore she heard George cover a laugh with a cough and she sent his icon a death glare. He seemed to enjoy knowing her secret a little too much. 
"Is anyone going to actually stream today?" Sapnap asked. "I wanna do something."
"I'm thinking about doing Jackbox later," Quackity admitted. "Do you guys wanna join if I do?"
"Yes! Please," Sapnap whined. "I'm so bored."
"Sure, I'll play. Karl is spending the night so I can make him play too."
"Sleepover?" George asked. " Can I come?"
"Hm, no."
"That's messed up!"
"Can you join, George?" Quackity asked. "I need you in my title."
George hummed contemplatively and his voice turned mischievous, if only for a moment. "Yeah, if you get Dream to play."
Yeah, he definitely enjoyed knowing her secret too much.
"Right, you only play when your boyfriend plays too," Quackity groaned. "Cancel Dreamnotfound, I believe in Dreamsy supremacy."
"Says the man who asks me to marry him every day," Y/n scoffed.
"Actually, you're right! Bugity supremacy," he said.
"I swear it's become more frequent since I said you could flirt with me online again."
"It has, I'm making up for lost time."
Y/n rolled her eyes and Sapnap laughed. "I'll get Dream to play," Sapnap offered.
"So you'll play, George? I need you to commit," Quackity said.
"Yeah, why not," George agreed before adding with a giggle, "I wanna see Dream try to flirt with Bugsy."
"I hate you all,” specifically you, George, she thought. “I'm not playing anymore."
"NO, YOU ALREADY SAID YOU WOULD!" Quackity shouted.
"FINE," she groaned, a small laugh escaping her lips and completely exposing that she wasn't actually mad. "Speaking of Karl sleeping over, he's coming over in a bit so I'm gonna get off."
"Booo," Sapnap protested lightly. "Have fun with Karl."
"Let me know if he's going to play Jackbox with us. He better," Quackity threatened with no real substance.
"I'll make him," Y/n promised. "Bye guys!"
"Bye!" George and Sapnap shouted together before she disconnected the call.
Y/n stood up from her desk, stretching softly before looking around her room. She had a laundry basket in the corner, overflowing with clean, and now probably wrinkled, clothes waiting to be folded. She decided to use her time to clean up before Karl got there, even though they were probably going to sleep on the couches if at all.
She dumped the clean clothes onto her bed, tossing the things that needed to be hung to the side and neatly folded the rest. When she put her hoodies and sweaters on hangers, she noticed how much of her friends' merch she had. She had two GeorgeNotFound hoodies, a Sapnap shirt and hoodie, and even a Quackity hoodie. Karl didn't have any merch, but she did have a few of his personal hoodies that she had stolen from him over time and considered those her own exclusive merch, even though some of them had the Mr. Beast logo on them. She decided she needed Dream's merch.
For some unknown reason, perhaps it was because of how much she liked him, her face grew warm at the thought of wearing a Dream hoodie, even though it wouldn't have belonged to him. The idea made her nervous, like that would somehow give away that she had a crush on him if she bought some of his merch, even though she bought some of her friends' and even had Karl's actual hoodies. Despite the reasons that that was stupid of her to think, her brain said owning one Dream hoodie would be a dead giveaway of her crush, so she put off buying any. In reality, he'd probably laugh in his cute way when he heard that she bought one, or maybe go "whAT!" in surprise and happiness.
She desperately wanted to tell him things like that, tell him how happy his laugh made her and how adorable he was, or how she got butterflies every time he talked about anything at all. Since she couldn’t just call him up and tell him she hated stopped thinking about him, she decided to do something bold and subtweeted him, even adding a picture of herself with her face covered, hoping he would know it was about him, but that no one else would. She turned off comments for good measure, in case the stans made assumptions. Now that she threw away the "no flirting" rule for all her friends, she could do things like this. Worst case scenario is he thinks it’s weird, she tells him it was only a joke, and they go on their merry ways. Her heart would be broken, but nevertheless her ego would be somewhat saved. Harmless. 
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Nervously ― plagued with the thoughts of possible consequences of posting something so bold and, to her, so obvious — she made her way to the kitchen and got a glass of water. He would know it was about him, right? And that's what she wanted? It was so forward of her to say to the world, especially since she hadn't tagged him in it. Leaving it up to interpretation almost made it like she was trying to hide it from him, which wasn't the case or she wouldn't have hit, Tweet.
She waited for him to tweet something vague about her as a response, or maybe even text her, before realizing it had the potential to make him uncomfortable. Maybe he would pretend to not see it so he didn't embarrass her, or didn't even know it was about him. Or maybe he's asleep and hasn't been on his phone. She looked at her clock. Dream asleep at 3:30pm? Unlikely.
As Y/n fell on her bed, contemplating whether she should delete the post and pretend like it never happened, she felt her phone vibrate and quickly swiped the screen to read it.
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Y/n had to literally set her phone down to scream into her pillow. He was killing her. Stabbing her in the heart and twisting the knife with his sweet compliments and smooth delivery. He had to know what he was doing, the way he was talking to her like that. No one said "prove it" in that context without having something more behind it.
Why couldn't he just like her? Why did he have to be so nice and flirty towards all his friends? Why couldn’t she be the exception?
She picked her phone back up and left the messaging app, finding her camera roll and swiping through it in search for something to catch her eye. Food pic, meme, Karl’s cat, meme, picture of Naomi nearly falling off a sidewalk... where were her pictures of her face? Did she really not have any of herself? The seemingly endless scrolling stopped when she found one from when she first moved into the apartment. Naomi had taken pictures of every room to show her parents and asked Y/n if she could show her parents the streamers room as well. Y/n cheerfully agreed, and actually wanted to be in the photo because she loved Naomi’s parents like they were her own, so she jumped on her bed and smiled for the picture.
It was cute, the comforter she sat on was messy and looked comfy, and she liked the way she was posed, cross-legged and beaming at the camera with her dying plant on the windowsill in the background and fairy lights around the room. It was also back when her room was clean and presentable. Y/n thought it was a good photo and even would have posted it if not for the whole her being a faceless streamer thing.
She held her breath, contemplating if she should just send the image to Dream. She wanted to, she really did. But that fear of how he perceived her still nagged in the back of her mind.
Y/n must have been mulling it over for a while because as she decided to not send it, Dream followed up on his last text, clearly worried that he was pressuring her. She wanted to change the subject as soon as possible before she changed her mind and face revealed to him.
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Y/n took a deep breath at the thought of how close she was to sending that picture to Dream. It wasn't the first time she genuinely considered it, nor would it be the last, but that was the first time she actually looked through her camera roll for options. She so desperately wanted to. Wanted to show him what she looked like. Wanted to hear what he thought of her. Wanted to hear him say, "I like you, Bug" after finally seeing what she looked like. Wanted to let him know how much she trusted him by showing him her biggest fear. It would be so easy to just rip off the Band-Aid; only a few clicks and he could see her face. See her.
But then there was the possibility of none of her fantasies happening. What if she sent him a picture saying, "here is me!" and all he says is, "nice", not finding her pretty or ugly? What if he thought it was just like... seeing a picture of a friend. He and I are just friends, Y/n scolded herself. But him seeing her opened up the opportunity for him to like her.
It was scarier the longer she put it off, almost like the more she postponed it, the more she had to prove. If Dream knew what she looked like from the beginning, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. But since she had waited so long to show him, she felt like she had to make it worth the wait.
Was she worth the wait?
Y/n's bedroom door swung open, ripping her out of her thoughts and letting her know that Karl had arrived. He smiled at her and she laughed in response.
"Hello, Karl. Ever heard of knocking?"
"Nope!" he responded as he set down a cupholder with three drinks on her nightstand. "How are you?"
"Good." Daydreaming out about Dream... again. "How are you?"
"I'm so excited!" He dropped his backpack on the floor and turned to her, pulling her off her bed and giving her a hug. "I've missed you!"
"You saw me, like, a couple of days ago," she laughed as she hugged him back.
"A couple of days too long," he sighed dramatically, rocking back and forth into the hug before Y/n lightly pulled away from him. "Where's Naomi?"
"Uh... in her room I'm guessing?"
"I'm going to go give this to her," he explained grabbing one of the drinks and walking out. "Don't miss me too much!"
Y/n laughed and shook her head, laying back down on her bed with her phone in hand. She reread some of the texts between her and Dream and couldn't help the large smile that plastered itself on her face.
When Karl came back in, he jumped on the bed, wrapping his arms around her stomach and snuggling into her side. "Hello."
She laughed but pushed him away slightly, trying to ignore the pout on his face at her actions. "Hi."
"Oh, happy December!"
"Already? Geesh."
"Yeah, only 27 days until the lake!!!!"
Nervous and excited butterflies festered in the pit of Y/n's stomach. "What drink did you get me?"
"Your faaavorite," he sang as he grabbed the drink letting her sit up and lean against the headboard before handing it to her.
"Thank you very much," she said as she took a sip. "Oh, hey, so Quackity wants to do a Jackbox stream tonight and I said you'd join."
Karl groaned and laid back on Y/n, careful not to knock her drink out of her hand. "Noooo...."
"You don't wanna play?" she asked genuinely, patting his hair lightly as his head rested on her legs.
"I just want to hang out with you. It's been so long since we had Karl and Y/n time."
She sighed. "I know, but it will be fun. We'll play for like an hour and a half and then we can hang out for the rest of the night and all day tomorrow until you have to go to Jimmy’s house," she bargained like she was talking a four-year-old into eating some vegetables.
"Hmph. Fine," Karl pouted. "Is Dream playing?"
She shrugged. "I think so?"
"That's why you want to play so bad."
"What? No! I agreed to play before Sapnap said he would ask him."
"Mmmhm. So that Tweet earlier wasn't about him?"
"The... Tweet?" she played dumb but her face warmed up.
"Or was it about me?" he joked. "Have you just been blown away ever since we met and you're still thinking about how cute I am?"
"Shut up," she lightly pushed Karl's head off her lap as her face grew hotter. "Am I wrong though?"
"I don't know!" he said as he sat up and looked at her. "I've never seen the man!!"
"Oh, really?" she asked. "I didn't want to post it because I didn't want people to think I was bragging about knowing what he looks like..." she sighed.
"Then why did you?"
"Because... I also really wanted him to see it," she said with a shy giggle.
Karl face lit up as he cackled at her. "Look at you, trying to flirt!! Let's gooo!!!"
Y/n buried her face in her sweatshirt collar and laughed.
"Oh my gosh? Y/n subtweeting and flirting at the same time?? What on Earth?"
"It only counts if it works."
"Did it?” Karl asked as he leaned back and played with his rings. “You turned off comments and I didn't see him subtweet you back."
"That's because he... texted me... instead."
"WHAT? What did he say?"
Y/n laughed. "He said I wasn't allowed to tweet something like that and then turn off comments so he can't tell everyone it was about him."
Karl cackled again. "HAHAH! So true though!"
"Whatever. I'm not telling you anything else about our conversation."
"Why, was it spicy?"
"No. But— this is weird to talk about!"
Karl frowned. "You don't have to tell me... I just think it's so cute. But if you ever do want to talk about how much you wuv Dweam, I'm all ears. Tell me everything."
Y/n rolled her eyes fondly. "Okay Kawl."
"What time is Quackity streaming?" Karl changed the subject, understanding that Y/n actually didn't want to talk about Dream.
"I don't know. Ask him. Also, tell him you're joining so he knows." She took another long sip from her drink as Karl pulled out his phone and texted Quackity.
Her fingers itched to make another Tweet about Dream and she finally succumbed, but decided to outright tease him instead of flirt, not hiding the identity of her target this time. Really, it was just an excuse for her to try to get his attention like she couldn't just text him and have it right away.
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"Sapnap!" Bugsy cheered as he joined the Discord, Quackity off talking to his chat while the others slowly joined. So far, the only people there were Sapnap, Bugsy, and Karl.
"Bugsy!" he called back with a giggle. "Hi! Is Karl coming?"
"I'm here, Sapnap!" Karl announced. "Bugsy and I are just using the same mic."
"Am I not good enough for you?" she teased Sapnap and he laughed.
"Well you're going to ignore me to talk to Dream once he gets here, so I need a backup so I'm not lonely."
Y/n rolled her eyes with a smile and Karl laughed.
"We can talk while they flirt," Karl promised.
"Both of you shut up," she scolded softly.
Pretty soon, the others joined. In the end, Quackity had convinced Bad, Punz, and Wilbur to play, as well as all the feral boys.
"You could only get nine people to play, Quackity?" George asked once Quackity unmuted. "Wow, you must not have friends."
"Hey! I have friends, George! I do."
"Then where's the tenth person, Big Q?" Wilbur countered.
"LOOK! It was last minute! Where's Drea– that man is always late, I swear to—"
"I'm here!" Dream said quickly, joining the voice channel. "I'm here! Hello, everyone. Hi, Bug."
Karl smacked his hand over his mouth to cover his laugh, which escaped anyway, as he nudged Y/n. She had immediately buried her face in her hands and Karl had to turn away from the mic so no one could hear him laugh at Dream's direct greeting.
She pinched Karl's side before greeting Dream. "Hi, Dream."
"Are you guys ready to play?" Quackity asked.
"Wait, no, we're going to have to have Gene! Can't you get anyone else?" Punz asked.
"Everyone I've asked has said no!" Quackity groaned. "I'm out of people. Deal with Gene."
Y/n and Karl looked at each other at the same time, thinking the same thing. Naomi had been talking about wanting to play Jackbox sometime but that she never has anyone to play with other than Karl and Y/n. She'd be meeting most of these people on vacation in a couple of weeks anyway, why not see if she wants to play?
"What about my roommate?" Y/n spoke up as Quackity sent the code to the Discord.
"Who?" he asked.
"You literally met her when you visited," Karl laughed. "Naomi."
"Oh, yeah! She's cool."
"Invite her to play," George said, making Dream laugh lightly and Y/n smile because they knew they had been talking a lot.
"Yeah, give me a second, don't start yet," Y/n said before sliding off her headphones and making her way to Naomi's room. Before Y/n could even knock, Naomi swung open her door quickly, phone open to the Twitch app in her hand.
"I heard everything," she rushed out, eyes wide and hopeful. "C-can I play?"
"Yeah, you want to?"
"PLEASE."
"There are currently 130,000 people watching, just so you know."
"That's fine, I'm cool under pressure." That was very true. Y/n wouldn’t have let Naomi join if she thought her friend couldn’t handle the attention. She thrived in it. "Should I come to your room?"
"Yeah, come on." Y/n led the way and pulled up a third chair to her desk. Karl offered to listen to the Discord on his phone so Naomi could use the second pair of headphones to listen to everyone. All three of them still used Y/n's mic, Karl muted on his phone. "Okay, kinda scuffed set up, but we're all here. Everyone, this is Naomi."
"Hello!" Naomi said happily. "Nice to meet you all!"
Everyone greeted her and Y/n noted the redness on Naomi's cheeks as George greeted her with a soft, "Nice to talk to you again, Naomi."
Karl giggled again and slapped his hand over his mouth; Y/n had a feeling he'd have to do that a lot this stream.
"Can we all agree to not pander?" Bad asked, earning a few approvals.
"What if we play one game where we only pander?" Dream asked. "Like pander as much as possible for every answer."
"Wait, yeah, let's do that so everyone can get it out of their system," Wilbur agreed.
"But Naomi doesn't know us well enough to pander yet," Sapnap countered.
"Yes I do," she said with a laugh. "I've watched enough streams and lore videos to know exactly how to get votes."
"Damn, okay then," Sapnap mumbled.
"Yeah, she'll be fine," George promise and Naomi blushed again, making Y/n laugh. Naomi joined the lobby on her phone and the round began.
Pandering being the goal was both annoying and hilarious because people used the same jokes, but it was funny to see how hard people were trying to get the audience votes.
"Something you would take with you on a deserted island," Quackity read out loud as the prompt showed up. "An iPad full of downloaded skephalo fanfiction, HAHAH, or dreamnotfound fanart." Everyone laughed and Y/n could hear George scoff at one answer in particular.
"Aw, I love Skeppy!" Bad said innocently.
"Was that your answer then, Badboyhalo?" Wilbur teased as everyone voted on their favorite. Y/n, of course, cast her vote towards skephalo, but still pretended like the other answer didn't make her jealous. The player votes were split, but the audience made Sapnap's answer win in a landslide.
"Okay, the most disappointing thing to hear from a friend," Wilbur read the next one out loud. "Dreamsy is real, and you don't have a shot with BugsyGames."
"What the hell?" Y/n laughed loudly at the similarity between the two responses. Dream was laughing so hard, wheezing like he would never stop, and the sound brought a large grin to Y/n's face.
Everyone's laughs overlapped and mingled with each other and it was such a happy sound, distracting everyone's attention from Y/n a little.
"That would be the worst thing to hear!" Quackity yelled. "Good thing Bugity is real."
Dream stopped laughing abruptly and instead yelled, "WHAT?" which only made everyone laugh harder.
"Vote!!" Bad reminded.
"Wait, Quackity, what did you just say?" Dream asked.
"Well, I've seen her face, so... I think she loves me more," he said, just trying to get a rise out of the other, which seemed to be working.
Y/n thought again about how close she was to sending a picture of herself to Dream earlier. He probably would have immediately used it against Quackity, but she didn't think she would have minded because it was funny to see Dream jealous, real or not.
"Only because you flew out to hang out with Karl!" Dream yelled. "I'd fly just to see her."
"Then do it," Y/n challenged before she could think and her heart stopped at her own words.
Dream went silent and it was Naomi's turn to cover her laugh with her hand, Karl's eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
"Why are you so defensive, huh, Dream?" Punz asked.
"Uh, you-you have to be when fighting for Bug's love and attention," he joked finally, and Y/n's heart resumed beating, a little fast at the implication of his words. Why did she say that? He probably thought she was so weird. "It's every person for themselves." Then again, so was he.
The votes were pretty split since they said the same thing, but the surprising thing was who said what. She expected one of them to be from Quackity, but she didn't know who wrote the second one about not having a shot. Sapnap maybe? Karl? They all joke around so who put it?
"DREAM?" Sapnap laughed. "You wrote that?"
"Well, yeah, I mean..." he trailed off with a laugh and Y/n's face caught fire. Did he really think he didn't have a shot? Because reality check: he’s the only one with arrows and the target is wide open. Was he joking or stupid or was she just not as obvious as she previously thought?
"Okay, okay, next one," Quackity laughed. "If cats were political leaders, everyone’s favorite president would be: Patches, okay," he paused as Dream cheered loudly, "and Bingus."
"Corpse isn't even here! Wrong audience!" Karl said.
"Bingus is for all audiences," Y/n mumbled, making Naomi laugh.
"Uh-oh, another faceless man stealing Bugsy's heart—?" Sapnap joked, immediately cut off by Dream's stern, "no."
"Naomi, you put Patches?" Wilbur laughed as the votes went towards the girl on Y/n's left. "Okay, she does know more than we thought."
"Oh, I know everything," she said evilly, double-meaning evident in her voice. Y/n gave her a look and Naomi just smiled innocently.
The pandering got so intense that Y/n almost cried tears of joy when the first Quiplash game was over and the no-pandering rule got put back into play.
"What, you don't like your name being every other answer?" Wilbur joked and Y/n shook her head.
"No. But certain ones were okay..."
"Yeah, the Bugity ones," Quackity joked.
Dream hummed out a soft, "Okay, Quackity," and the next game began.
The games went on as usual and Y/n had a blast. It was so fun to see her best friend interact with all her online friends for the first time and it warmed her heart how inclusive they were, making sure Naomi wasn't left out of jokes. It helped that Naomi's sense of humor was similar and that she already knew a lot about the streamers, but Y/n was still grateful for all the efforts put forth by her friends.
It also helped that George and Naomi clearly liked each other.
"Is anyone going to stream?" Quackity asked as he started wrapping up.
"I will if no one else is," Punz said. "I'm going to play Valorant."
"Oh, can I play?" Sapnap asked.
"Yeah, definitely, dude."
"Okay, I'll raid you." Quackity muted after thanking everyone for playing and Y/n left the call.
"Dude, that was SO FUN!" Naomi stood up and yelled. She sat down on the end of Y/n's bed, hands balled up in excitement.
Karl laughed as he fell on top of the bed next to where Naomi sat. "I'm so glad you guys all got along!"
"Yeah, I almost started crying when everyone was laughing at your jokes," Y/n laughed, swiveling in her chair to look at them. "That made me so happy."
"Oh my gosh, thank you so much for letting me play. I had so much fun. And they're all so nice and funny and I was worried they'd make me feel left out but they didn't at all."
"I'm so glad you had fun," Y/n said. "We'll invite you again if you want."
"Please do. Only if everyone's okay with it though!"
"I'm sure they would be."
“The lake is going to be so fun,” she sighed whimsically. 
“Because George?” Karl teased, causing Naomi to punch his arm. 
A Discord notification sounded on Y/n's computer and she turned to look at the screen, smiling when she saw Dream's name.
Dream: You left the vc so quick :( Bugsy: I have two goons to hang out with :( Dream: :(((( Dream: I wanna be the only goon you hang out with Dream: I was right, I don't have a chance with you Dream: Karl is the only focus of Bugs attention Bugsy: ?? Bugsy: lies detected Dream: wait really Bugsy: ... Bugsy: do I need to remind you of the tweet I posted earlier Dream: bug don't say things like that to me Bugsy: why not Dream: can you kick Karl back to his house so we can ft or call :( Bugsy: no <3 Bugsy: we can tomorrow after Karl leaves Dream: promise? Dream: don't get my hopes up bug Bugsy: yeah I promise :) Dream: :D
"Pay attention to me!" Karl whined. Y/n turned back around and saw that Naomi had left the room and Karl was laying upside down, close to falling off the bed with his head dangling dangerously close to the ground.
She laughed and typed one last message to Dream.
Bugsy: bye bye dream :) Dream: goodnight bug :] sleep well
"Okay," she huffed jokingly, turning back to Karl. "You have my full, undivided attention."
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omg-just-peachy · 3 years ago
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Ooh if you wanted to do a sambucky roommate fic, maybe a college au where one gets up to use the toilet in the middle of the night to find the other still studying but fighting sleep as they do? I live for your sambucky fics btw!🥰
waaah, thank you! 🥰i hope you enjoy some pre-sambucky, mutual pining, and very over-tired sam.
I’m also going to use this for the modern/no powers au square if my sambucky bingo card!
****
Bucky isn't sure what it is that wakes him up, only that all at once, he's very much wide awake. He rubs at his eyes and peers at his phone, finding it's already after one in the morning. He yawns, rubs a hand over his face, and decides to get up and go to the bathroom, maybe grab a bottle of water on his way back.
It's not until he opens his bedroom door that he sees the living room light still on, notes scattered across the coffee table and floor, and then, in the middle of it all, there's Sam, all but drooped over his laptop, his eyes half-closed as he attempts to soak in the rest of the material for his test in the morning.
Looking at him, Bucky shakes his head, his heart giving one of those annoying, stuttering flips as he takes in the sight before him.
"Sam?" Bucky says softly, trying his best not to scare him.
It doesn't work, given the late hour and how undeniably exhausted Sam is, and he jumps as he looks up at Bucky, throwing a hand over his chest as he glares at him.
"You tryin' to give me a heart attack? What are you doing up?" Sam asks.
Bucky frowns. "What are you doing up? Don't you have to be up in like, six hours for your exam?"
He hates when Sam gets like this, so determined and focused on getting the perfect GPA that everything else takes a backseat, even his own well-being. Sure, college kids never sleep and all that, but Sam was going to run himself into the ground before long. Bucky can't even remember the last time they'd had one of their Friday night movie nights. He misses them. He misses Sam, not that he can admit as much out loud.
"Yeah, that's the whole point," Sam says this like it should be obvious, but the only thing that's clear to Bucky is how tired Sam looks. As if reading his mind, Sam yawns hugely, barely managing to smother it behind a hand.
"You're not gonna pass if you're not awake to take it," Bucky points out.
"I'm not gonna pass if you keep pestering me, either," Sam snipes.
"Sam," Bucky says.
"Buck," Sam replies with another yawn. "S'all good, alright? Go back to bed." He looks away and starts trying to shuffles his notes into something resembling order, clearly expecting Bucky to turn around and go back to bed.
"Did you even eat?" Bucky asks, not moving. He'd grabbed pizza with Steve after their World Lit class earlier, and Sam was already in study mode when he got back.
"Uh... At some point earlier, yeah," Sam says. Lying, Bucky knows. If anything he ate lunch, which they had together at just after noon.
Bucky rolls his eyes and pads into the kitchen. He grabs the water that started all this, then spots the Kraft Mac and Cheese sitting on the counter. Technically, this is not Sam's favorite thing. He loves to tell Bucky about his sister Sarah's mac and cheese, and how it's nothing like the shit from the blue box, but...
Well, it's here, and Sam's exhausted, and he needs eat something if he's going to stay up. So Bucky pulls out their one shared pot, fills it with water, and sets it to boil while he drinks his water and looks at his phone. Every now and then he peers in at Sam, head still bent over his computer, and he has to push away the urge to do more than this for him, wants to go and pull him into a hug and drag him into bed, set his alarm, and remind him that he doesn't have to be perfect one-hundred percent of the time.
But Sam's not his to do that for, so... Mac and cheese will have to suffice.
Once the pasta is cooked and he mixes everything together, he dishes it out into two bowls — Sam will fight him less if he doesn't have to eat alone — and makes his way back to the living room.
"Hey, Einstein," Bucky says, nudging Sam's socked foot with his own. "If you're gonna stay up, at least eat something, alright?" He sets the bowl down on the coffee table in front of Sam before he can argue, then parks himself on the floor beside him.
"You didn't have to do all that," Sam says, surprising him.
Bucky gives him a quizzical look and a lopsided smile. "Not even gonna fight me on the blue box knock off stuff? You really must be tired, Wilson."
Sam rolls his eyes at the jab, but Bucky sees him soften as he picks up the bowl and takes a bite. "God I'm starving," he says between bites. He looks like he's coming back to life as he eats, and Bucky gets distracted, watching him, glad to have been able to help, in some small way.
"You really should take better care of yourself, you know," Bucky says quietly after a beat of silence.
Sam nods, then looks at him, and it goes quiet again, just the sound of Sam's music, something by Marvin Gaye, Bucky knows by now, playing softly in the background.
Then Sam turns and looks at him, and for the briefest minute, Bucky's terrified he's going to cry right there on the living room floor, surrounded by books and papers, his brown eyes look so wide and bright, but the moment passes and he doesn't.
Instead, Sam just nods again, like he's deciding something, and puts a hand to Bucky's shoulder. "Thanks," he says, and places his empty bowl on the floor beside him. "I just... get so focused. I gotta keep that scholarship, you know? I get caught up in it all sometimes, trying to make my parents proud and all that."
Bucky nods, because he does know, realized it their first day on campus three years ago, just how much Sam's family means to him. He knows Sam lost his parents when he was far too young, and now he and his sister Sarah are incredibly close.
"I know they're proud of you," Bucky says, surprising them both.
Sam gives him a tired smile. "I hope so."
They lapse back into silence, and Bucky wants to suggest that they get up and go to bed, remind Sam that he needs to sleep before his exam, but he doesn't want to ruin whatever's happening between them just yet.
"Think I've done all I can do tonight," Sam says finally.
"Probably, yeah," Bucky agrees. "You've been out here until all hours every night this week, so." There's a hint of accusation in his tone, he knows, but he can't help it.
"You don't have to worry about me, you know that, right? I'm a big boy."
"Yeah, well, someone has to," Bucky says, and he watches that same soft look of surprise fall over Sam's face again. He hadn't meant to say it, not really, but sometimes he feels like if he doesn't tell Sam how he feels he might just explode one of these days.
"Yeah, okay," Sam says, then yawns again before either of them can say anything else.
"Bedtime," Bucky says firmly, getting to his feet and extending a hand down to Sam, who lets himself be pulled to his feet, hand warm and soft against Bucky's.
Sam doesn't let go of his hand though, not until they're outside of their respective bedrooms, when he thanks Bucky again, and wishes him a good night.
****
The next morning, Bucky wakes up and wonders if maybe he'd dreamt the whole thing: mac and cheese at 1:00 a.m., Sam's confession, Sam holding his hand.
It certainly feels too good to be real. He lets the memory of it wash over him as he drags himself into the shower, and then to the kitchen, where he prays they still have coffee.
Instead, on the counter he finds a jagged piece of notebook paper, alongside the can of coffee grounds, Bucky's favorite.
In what is unmistakably Sam's handwriting, there's a note.
Thanks for last night, and sorry for keeping you up. Celebrate me kicking this exam's ass at dinner tonight? I'll be back around 6:00 to pick you up. Sam
Bucky's stomach flips as he reads it a second and third time, heart racing.
Not a dream, then.
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sleepingbutawake · 3 years ago
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So- im new to this whole tumblr thing so sorry for mistakes, but i was thinking, that Levi know about every anime in Devildom, right? What if fem! MC showed him some of the human world animes, like demon slayer...
Warnings: chaos, swearing and grammar mistakes
MC showing Levi demon slayer
The first you show him it, he is all like: "i bet it wont be that good as ruri-chan"
Boi- he was wrong
The first epizode he cried but as soon as he got more to the anime he started to LOVE it
And when you showed him how much knowledge you have in this anime, you became his teacher
Comes running to your room screaming that his tanjiro cosplays arrived (levi would love tanjiro) and you already said that you have shinobu kimono
A little bit sad that you dont have nezukos but brushed it off when you told him youll buy it
What else to do than practise with your swords?
This wasnt the first time you scared the shit out of mammon when levi came running up to him screaming he will slay those demons (mammon not realising that levi is demon himself but dont tell him that-)
Once you decided to have swords fight at 3 in the morning...
Levi: *stands on right side of the hall, holding sword* I wont let you hurt my sister shes a good demon!
MC: * standing in the left side of the hall* She will devour you! You have to slay her! *saying holding her butterfly shaped sword*
Levi:* swinging sword* just throught my dead body!
MC and levi: * running up to watch other hitting their sword together*
Levi: water breathing 7th form!
MC: *doing the butterfly thing and getting away from levi* dancing butterfly breathing!
Levi and MC: * continues saying random things at each other, jumping and running around and preventing to not get hit by their swords*
Beel who is on his way back to his room after his midnight snack: 👁️👄👁️
Belphie who Beel dragged along: 👁️👄👁️
Asmo coming back from party: 👁️👄👁️
Satan coming out of lucifers office after putting gliterbomb in it: ...👁️👄👁️
Mammon who got woken up by the kicking on his door:. 😡........👁️👄👁️
Lucifer waiting to whoop their ass on the other side of hall: 🙂......🙃
Bros (except MC and Levi) noticing him: (๑•﹏•)
Levi: Gonna crush you shinobu!
MC: oh hell nah bitch- BANG!
Levi: you can be as fast as light but as long as i have the power of my family you cant affect me!
MC: as long as my sword dont touched you your unaffected. But not for too long- HYAAAA!
Levi: oh shit- HA bitch gonna Strike you with water WAAAH!
MC: *jumps Down the stair case*
Levi: *run around lucifer as if he cant see him* bitch i will get you! BAM- * stopping after he realized what he saw*
Levi: MC, i think i Saw my nightmare..
MC: wut-
Levi: ANGRY MUZAN WITH A WHIP-
MC: SHIT-
Lucifer: MC...leviathan...come here 😄💢
MC: i take stairs you hall-
Levi: good luck-
Other bros watching the whole thing: ...👁️👄👁️ Wut-
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ruki--mukami · 3 years ago
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Admit it Ruki, you love your maid with all your ❤️
"Preposterous. I do not love that maid with an ounce of my anything. She has done nothing to deserve her master's affection. All she does is laze around and obsess over me like some brainwashed cult member. Truth be told, I'm unsure what exactly has gotten her so smitten with me in the first place. I've been nothing but cruel."
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"Oh, Ruki~ Allow me to list all the reasons why I love you. First off, your cold demeanor only makes it that much more satisfying during your rare moments of pure, unadulterated sweetness. Don't hide it from me, Master. I know you're a fluffball underneath it all. Second, you're so smart compared to the other Vampires. Seriously, let me marry your big brain. Third, every time I hear your voice, it feels like I'm going to melt faster than butter on a hot griddle. Fourth—"
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"No, let me stop you right there. I've heard enough. We're not playing some sort of twisted game in which we name things we like about each other. If that were the case, then I've already listed all my reasons for liking you. Because there are none. Nada. Zilch."
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"Ouch... You wound me, Master." She feigned sadness. "Waaah~ my master doesn't love me..." A stream of fake tears rolled down her cheeks. "Sniffle... Master, you meanie. I feel so incredibly hurt."
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"That won't work on me, idiot. Cry me a river for all I care. It won't earn any of my sympathy. Have you forgotten who you're dealing with? If you love your master so much, then you will prove it to me by shutting up right now."
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"B-But... I don't want to shut up about you, Master! I could devote a whole dissertation about all the reasons why I love you more than anything in the world! Why I need you more than a plant needs sunlight, more than a fish needs water, and more than a—"
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He clutched her by the chin. "Silence, Livestock. Here, this will shut you up just fine." Ruki then caught his lowly maid's lips with his own.
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"KDFJHKDJHJGF I THINK I'M MALFUNCTIONING, LORD HAVE MERCY!!! GODDDDD ILOVEYOUSOMUCHMASTER. AHAHA!! MY LIFESPAN HAS INCREASED TENFOLD, I CAN ALREADY FEEL IT!!!"
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"...Good grief. Remind me to never do that again."
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artnigth · 3 years ago
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Migraines Part 3 (Final)
Took longer that I expected to finish this but I made it! This is the final part of this four day project of mine! Enjoy!! 
MIGRAINES PART 3:
It was a lovely spring day, the flower were blooming, bees buzzing, and the fair had just moved into a lovely small-ish town in the middle of Oregon. The fair brought hundreds of shows and games with it, among those hundreds of shows were The Aquatos, a family of acrobats with a taste for danger. Their booth was up and running, the show was about to start. A thirteen-year-old Dion was waiting in the backstage area of the Aquatodome. His legs shaking, his stomach turning and the world was starting to spin. He wasn’t nervous though, he had performed for way bigger audiences in other cities. It was the whispers, voices echoing on his mind, scaring him of the gibberish they were saying. This happened every once in a while but never this strong or whenever his family was about to perform. This made him panic. Frazie and Raz, who were nine and seven years old, were stretching with Donatella. Agustus was checking the nets and safety measures to make sure nothing went wrong. While Nonna was looking after the two youngest kids in the family, Mirtala who was almost three, and Queepie who was just six months old. “Okay Aquatos! Everyone go to your positions were starting this show!”- Donatella sounded determined and excited, like always. Dread filled his system as he walked into the stage alongside two of his siblings, the whispers becoming louder with each step, so much his ears started to ring. Donatella’s voice becoming muted, the world spinning and his skin becoming pale. Nevertheless, the show started.
The show was going well enough, the Aquatos pirouetted and performed like they had all done ever since Dion had memory. Then the final trick of the show rolled around “The Aquato Tower” the voices claimed all of Dion’s attention, he tried his best but the sounds around him became muted, he was standing on his father's shoulders who was standing on his mother's feet who was upsidedown. Dion was balancing Raz on his head, and Raz was supporting Frazie with his arms as she stood upsidedown. Sweat dripped down Dion’s forehead, his head ached enough with the voices, but with his two younger siblings on top of him, the pain became almost unbearable. Now came the final part of the trick that would close the show. Frazie jumped and landed all the way to the right, Raz flipped on his head and proceeded to jump off, landing right next to Frazie. Dion’s turn, his stomach was up on his throat, his mind was breaking and his world was becoming a hurricane of colors and shapes. But he still pulled through, Dion climbed into his father’s head and he jumped. Spinning on the air Dion lost focus for a couple of seconds the feeling of gravity pulling him to the ground snapping him back to reality, Dion landed on his feet right next to Raz. But the world didn’t stop spinning, the voices didn’t stop and his throat threatened to spill all his lunch on the stage. “THANK YOU FOR COMING!!”- his mother’s voice broke his daze, and along with his family, he bowed down and walked back into the backstage. Dion fell on his knees, his breathing unbalanced and too fast for someone his age. His father carried him all the way to the family's caravan and placed the boy on his wore down bed and helped him breathe as Dion passed out. 
Hours passed and in the middle of the night Dion woke up. He saw four of his five siblings sleeping peacefully around him. His youngest sibling was obviously in his cradle that was placed in the living room of the caravan. Dion snuck out of the room to go to the bathroom, stopping in front of his parent's room. The muffled voices of his parents leaking through the door. Dion got closer curious about what they could be arguing about at this hour. 
 “Don’t be ridiculous, he can’t be!” said his father with indignation on his tone.
 “It could be! Augustus, my love. Neither of us knows how the curse could evolve with time. Your mother isn’t explaining anything and Dion was completely fine this morning. He described voices in his head, he could be suffering from a worst version of your family’s curse.” His mother was scared, even though she wasn’t an Aquato by blood the curse could still work on her, though no one except Nonna knew for sure. “Think about it, it’s exactly the type of trick those dammed fortune tellers would pull. Cursing a bloodline to die in water and then turning all generations that follow into people like them. Making the presence of the curse unforgettable, and cursing said children with nightmarish torments, like what’s happening to-
Dion ran down the stair, he wouldn’t let the end of that sentence haunt the rest of his life. He grabbed a bag and began to pack food, water, and some medicine. He finally knew what he was, part of a curse to his family. Well, he wasn’t about to help that fucking curse kill his whole family. Even if it meant never seeing Nonna, his parents, or his siblings ever again, he wouldn’t allow it. Tears were building up in his eyes, he brushed them away with his sleeve. He couldn’t afford to make any noise or to break down at that moment. 
In a hurry Dion let a bottle of water fall on the floor of the living room. He froze, waiting for someone to catch him, for someone to show up and do something to stop him. 
Nothing…
With a sigh, Dion picked up the bottle from the ground and continued his way to the door. “Waaah?” a high-pitched voice sounded behind Dion, Queepie was awake. His small hands rising to try and grab Dion not realizing how far away he really was. Dion turned to look at his youngest brother. His innocent eyes reflecting Dion’s miserable expression. Turning away was hard but Dion barely managed. Queepie saw his oldest brother turning away and started to cry. Queepie was a baby, he was awake and Dion was the only person around. So at the sight of him leaving the baby started to cry. With a hand on the door Dion dropped his bag and pushes it under the small sofa they had. He made his way to the cradle and picked up his brother, trying to calm him down. Eventually, Dion started to softly cry alongside his brother hugging him tight and letting the night pass. Quietly promising to do whatever he could to fix himself, to keep his family together no matter what. 
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Four years had passed since that secret incident, it was a summer morning. Dion and the rest of his siblings were woken up by Mirtala’s sobbing. The little six-year-old held a piece of paper to dear life, and Frazie noticed Razputin was nowhere in sight. “Tala what´s wrong?” Dion stood up to check on Mirtala, half asleep but still very much concerned. Mirtala showed him the note, still bawling her eyes out. He took the note and started to read. Every word from that letter felt like a punch in the gut mixed with a stab in the heart. When he finished he felt numb. In such shock that the concept of his little brother running away to who knows where hadn’t been fully processed. 
“What does it say?!” Frazie said while shaking him out of his daze. Rage was the only feeling he could suddenly feel, he handed Frazie the letter and made his way outside before he took it out on his other siblings. Going down the stair he listened as Frazie screamed from their room out of, rage? sadness? He didn’t know and he couldn’t help anyway so why should he care? When Dion was finally in the living room he proceeded to ignore his parent’s questions and just ran outside. 
 Dion grabbed a stone and threw it into oblivion, doing the same thing with every other rock he found in the valley they had temporarily settled to rest. 
 Tears ran down his face the more rocks he threw, sadness and grief mixed with his rage, the voices coming back as a result. It had been months since he had heard those whispers, he thought he had finally fixed himself. But now they were back and he felt hopeless. He fell to his knees and just sobbed. He failed on the one thing he wanted to make sure he didn’t. One piece of his family was gone and they didn’t even get to know why. Razputin never mentioned where he was going, just that he was done and couldn’t take it anymore. His mother slowly walked out of their caravan and went to check on him. Her eyes red made it obvious she had been crying as well. She knelt next to him and hugged him as he continued to cry in her arms.
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Now he was walking with Gisu in the Forgetful Forest at night, her scarf was placed on his shoulders and they were still holding hands. Gisu’s hair was a pulled-back mess, the only thing keeping it from tangling was her now loose ponytail. His hair wasn’t much better, his ponytail was holding it together but his bangs were a curly mess hanging in front of his face. His eyes were red, he had finally stopped crying, but the tear marks were still fresh on his face. Gisu’s skateboard was following them not far behind, cracks showing in its surface. The whispers were still there, they weren’t leaving this time and Dion knew that. They walked all the way in silence and Dion already suspected that Gisu would probably not want to see him ever again after this mess. The idea almost brought him to tears once again. They were reaching the limit of the forest to the campgrounds where his family was located. Dread built up in him as he saw the people who were there. His mother sitting on the floor being comforted by his father, Frazie was comforting Queepie and Mirtala was checking on Nonna as she sat on a bench looking concerned. Guilt crept into his mind since he just killed his grandmother’s boyfriend. And that was a really weird thought.
 At the sight of his family, Dion stopped walking, stoping Gisu with him. “What’s wrong?” she said in a soft tone. “I can’t… Not after what I did.” He sounded altered, the events of that afternoon coming back to his mind in a painful flash. “C’mon I’m sure your family will be glad that you’re okay. And if something happens I’ll cover your back!” The same soft smirk that she met him with in the clear was placed on her face. That cursed smirk always managed to comfort Dion, he had no idea how. “okay…” They moved forward towards the light from outside the forest. And for the first time in four years, Dion wishes he had actually left on that spring night.
Never has Dion been tackled into a hug by Frazie. His sisters arms crushing his ribcage. “YOU IDIOT, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!! QUEEPIE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD” Her tone made it obvious that it wasn’t just Queepie who thought that. “I’m sorry Frazie” he hugged her back softly, too tired to come up with a snarky response. Dion looked past Frazie and met Queepies tearful stare. “I’m sorry Queepie.” His youngest brother tackling them both in another hug. “DION AQUATO!!” Augustus’ voice rumbled through the campgrounds, his tome mixed enough that his emotions were impossible to tell. Both of the Aquato parents run and tackle three of their children, by this moment Mirtala quietly joins the hug. 
 “DION!!!” Raz came out of nowhere and kicks his brother in the knee, hard enough to make his presence clear but soft enough to not actually hurt him. Joining his family in the group hug even if for only a second. 
 Nonna stayed close but didn’t join the hug. Ford was nowhere to be seen. Gisu stood at the boundary of the forest glad that this situation didn’t backfire. “Son, why didn’t you tell us?”Augustus’ voice had calmed down and was very concerned. “I… what do you mean?” Dion was confused but he got what his father meant. “Ford ended up landing here and told us everything” Donatella was clearly tired since they had been looking Dion for hours. “… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Dion started to cry again, Gisu wondered if he needed a glass of water since he had been crying so much in the last couple of hours. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t… Nonna I’m so sorry…”
 This took everyone by surprise, why Nonna specifically. He scared all of them half to death after all. “Dion explain yourself.” Frazie was paniking a little. Because, well, Dion disappeared for an entire afternoon. Then Ford finds him and gets thrown all the way to the campgrounds. And finally, Gisu, who looks like she just survived a tornado, finds him broken and desperate. “I… I… I killed Ford cruller…”
Silence 
“What?” everyone said in unison. What did he just say? Killed Ford cruller… “Oh, Dion… You didn’t kill Ford cruller. As I said Ford landed here and told us everything. I don’t think he could have told us you were lost if he was dead.” 
 “What?” Dion was dumbfounded. He should have asked Gisu… He should have definitely asked Gisu. All this time… Literal hours of unending misery, and he didn’t even kill the guy. “Are you sure? A hundred percent sure?” 
 “Unless I’m a ghost their pretty sure, boy.” Ford cruller appeared from the forest and stood next to Gisu. “By the way Razputin, I might be back at my prime as a psychic but I’m still sixty-two years old. I can’t suddenly start sprinting out of nowhere.”
 “I didn’t kill anybody… Good god, I’m the worst.” The Aquatos finally separated the massive group hug and let Dion make his way to Ford. “Agent cruller I’m so sorry for… throwing you all the way here from the forest. And for screaming at you.” Dion meant this, he felt guilty not just for what he did to Ford but for what he did to everyone. “It’s okay boy, I understand. Things are obviously still tense and it’s fine, you’re a teenager I know how hard it can be. Especially as a psychic. Which speaking of...” Ford reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cloth bag. Opening the bag, there were five small purple rocks. Psitanium. Cruller took one out of the bag and placed it on Dion’s hand. “Now focus your mind on this little piece of psitanium. Think of nothing but this little piece.”
 Dion did as he was told, focusing all of his attention on that little piece. The constant whispers fading into the back of his mind, and for the first time in the whole day, Dion felt relief. But now, he needed to face the music. He was truly a psychic and this was his life now. “Did the voices stop?” Asked Ford. “Yes… They’re gone…” 
“Well, here you go.” Ford handed Dion that little bag. “If you or any of your siblings have an issue with their abilities. You can use one of those bad boys to help and dull them down a little.” Dion was speechless, he felt no words would be able to convey how many mixed feelings he had at that moment. “thank you…”
“Mom, can we have dinner now?” Queepie broke the silence. Leave it to a toddler to break the awkward silence. “Yes Queepie, we can have dinner now…”
 Everyone sighed and began to move towards the caravan, with Ford, Dion, and Gisu staying behind. “Gisu, Ford would you like to stay for dinner?” Augustus’ voice was kind of tense but it was mostly kind. “Actually dad… I think Gisu needs to leave. We’ve been taking too much of her time.” Dion’s voice was soft, not rude at all. Gisu knew that. “Yeah… Thank you for the offer but I need to get back home before Sam locks me out.” Gisu understood and started to walk out of the campgrounds. Dion following behind. “I’ll go with her to the bus stop, I’ll be back soon. I promise.” 
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 The campgrounds were left behind them as they walked back to the Motherlobe. They once again walk in silence, an awkward silence this time. Gisu’s scarf was still over Dion’s shoulders. A couple of steps more and she’ll be gone, on a bus to the nearest town over for the night. Dion had so much to say and so little time. 
 “I’m sorry” 
 “For what?”
 “For today, for everything.”
 “Everything?”
 Dion fell silent. This is what he needed to do. After all she did for him, apologizing was the least he could do. “Calling you in the morning to hang out just to dip last minute, almost throwing you into oblivion in the forest, annoying you about my stupid psychic theories… and everything else…” Dion was calm, trying to mentally prepare himself for Gisu’s response. “It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize” “Yes I do! I wasted your time with my stupid crisis. You don’t deserve to be bothered with my issues…” Dion was determined to make his point clear. This was one part of his life he never wanted to regret. “… If I’m here is because I want to be, no one forced me to stay and wait for you. No one forced me to look for you, I wanted to because I care about you, Dion.” Her tone was warm and sad. Gisu’s mind was more at peace about what happened than Dion’s, she knew what her objective was in this whole situation. She just wanted Dion to be okay and she trusted his family to make sure he gets the treatment he needs. 
 They were now on the Motherlobe’s bus stop. The bus would arrive shortly. Dion took Gisu’s scarf and placed it on her shoulders in silence. He grabbed her hair and fixed it into her typical ponytail. He made his way to her bangs and fixed their shape pulling them out of her face. Both of their cheeks tuning a litte red from embarrassment during the process. In the end, Gisu looked like she did at the beginning of the day. “Thank you. For everything.” “What do you mean by everything now?” Gisu said in between giggles. “Just… everything.” 
The bus came to a stop in front of them, the doors opening and the conductor not minding the two teenagers who were having a moment. “I guess you need to go now…” Yeah…” Gisu made her way to the bus and stepped on the entrance. Stopping for a moment and turning around. She pushed Dion's hair out of his face and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Dion was starstruck as he watched Gisu back away and the bus leave the stop heading back to the road. His face slowly turned red and he realizing that he needed to go back to his family. A tough night of conversations was ahead of them. But he knew that maybe tomorrow would be a better day. Tomorrow, he would work his best to be better. 
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