#i know it's 722 years old

[jessehart]

Even if Jesse hadn't already loaded up on anything and everything he could get his hands on to block the sound of his cocksure piece of shit sperm donor peacocking on the other side of the room, his response to Coco's offer would have been a resounding yes. As it was, Court earned a wide, genuine smile from Jesse. "I always wanna get weird with you," he said, words slurring only just as he reached out to boop Coco's nose. He waggled his brows at his friend enticingly. "Maybe I'll toss in some of the goodies from my pocket and make this a real party."

who: @jessehart when: may 27th, shortly before g's texts where: the commencement gala

Court grinned when he saw Jesse, one of the few actually genuine smiles he had put on all evening, weaving through the few people between them to throw an arm around his shoulder. "Since it's the off-season and everything..." Court said, head angling as they gave Jesse a mischievous look, complete with a sparkle to make his blue eyes even brighter than normal. Thank god, Coco seriously needing the break, considering his knee had been twinging with pain ever since he had seemingly re-tweaked it in their championship game. Not that it had even been fine before that - maybe he shouldn't have played a whole season on it. At least the haze of the painkillers helped with more than just the knee. And he knew Jesse was always down, so he wouldn't even have to be the halfway to washed up athlete alone in the bathroom doing drugs. That night, at least. "I have some perc's and wanted to look for my best buddy in case he wanted to get weird with me," he said, the suggestion left hanging for Jesse to accept, Court pretty sure he wouldn't have to tempt him with much more than a straight forward offer.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

headcanons for every leon

Inspired by this post

content: spitting, slapping, biting, handcuffs, public-ish sex, degradation, oral sex, LEON SLUT KENNEDY

word count: 722

Re 2 Leon likes hickies. Every Leon would probably like them, but 21 year old Leon is young enough to get away with them. He likes when you mark him and tell him that you’re going to ‘make him yours’ because he’s so proud to have a pretty girl like you as his girlfriend (or whatever your relationship may be). When you let him do the same for you, he feels honored, he thinks he doesn’t deserve it, but he loves the idea of you being his and only his.

Re 4 Leon is still young and fun. He doesn’t go out on the town often, but when he does, he loves fucking you in semi-public places. In the car, in a bathroom stall, in a broom closet. He’d even finger you in the movie theater if he thought you could get away with it. Honestly, the thought of getting caught gets him off, though. He especially likes the fact that you have to be quiet because it’s easy for him with the composure he’s developed over the years, but you, on the other hand, have to try to be quiet. And Leon makes it difficult on purpose. He fucks you hard, so that he has to put his hand over your mouth. It’s all under the guise of ‘we have to do this quickly if we don’t want to get caught’, but really he wants to make you moan.

ID Leon is the most arrogant Leon in my opinion. He knows he’s hot and he uses it to his advantage. It’s not that he’s mean, but if you consent to it, he’d 100% be into degrading you - calling you a ‘slut’ or a ‘whore’, telling you how pathetic you look and how nasty you are for letting him do these things to you. He would also be the type of guy who likes a woman wearing lingerie. He’s not submissive, but he’d let you take control if you put on a show for him. He’d like high heels and fishnets, and if you wore them out he’d go back to being his RE 4 self and fuck you in the nearest semi-private area, while calling you a slut for letting him have you in public.   

Re 6 Leon likes to spit in your mouth when he’s inside you. He grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eye while he spits into your mouth. Sometimes he’ll close your mouth for you, so you have to swallow it. If you were on top and you tried to spit in his mouth, he would initially be shocked and possibly off-put - or at least, he’d act that way - but secretly he’d like it. 

Damnation Leon just wants his breakfast, and by breakfast, I mean pussy in the morning! But he’s lazy af, so he’d want you to sit on his face. He’d also like it if you brought him actual breakfast in bed. A blowjob in a sexy apron would be the cherry on top. 

Vendetta Leon is constantly frustrated, and he’d love to give you a good spanking. But, if you’d let him, he’d go further and give you a nice slap in the face, too - the kind that stings a little, but doesn’t leave a bruise. He’d still be careful with you. And, if you ever slapped him back, he’d go red in the face - not just because of the slap, he’d be totally embarrassed. He’d be embarrassed because he liked it. A lot. He might try to deny it, but his dick would twitch and you’d know. 

DI Leon has fully embraced his submissive tendencies. Sure, he can be a soft dom! if that’s what you want, but he loves exploring his submissive side. He wants to be handcuffed to the headboard and have you ride him. I don’t know how he’d feel about punishment, but I think he’d like to be edged, and he would act like that’s a form of punishment. I think, like most, if not all, versions of Leon, he’s loud, and he’s whiny when you edge him, pretending like he hates it, but you know he doesn’t because he’s practically drooling. He’d be like ‘you’re so mean’ and you’d be like ‘if you think I’m so mean, then why is your cock leaking?’*

*yes, this is from not old enough chapter 4

[simp2537]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n : We get to meet a new friend of Alice!reader’s. 😁😁😁

Word Count : 722

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

A/n: TW for this chapter being creepy men near the beginning.

The soft yellow lights of Y/n’s room glowed as she sat at her desk, her literature book laid out in front of her. She tiredly flipped through the pages of Romeo and Juliet, it brought a small smile to her face. Although Romeo was incredibly reckless and impulsive his love for Juliet brought a smile to her lips. Juliet a more calm and dutiful daughter who rebelled against her family out a love. A true tragedy of a love story.

Small pebbles hit at her window quickly. Standing from her desk she opened her window, a rock hitting her forehead. She froze for a moment as the figure bellow cursed softly.

“Shit! You good kid?” Y/n rubbed her face and looked down at the scared man. His black hair, turquoise eyes and purple scars all over his body.

“Yes. Why are you here Dabi.” He smiled widely as he opened his duffle bag, it was filled to the brim with spray paint. Y/n’s eyes glittered softly as she stared down at all the colors. 

“Let me change!” Y/n slammed her window and rummaged around her drawls. Putting out black sweats and tank top she threw them on. Aizawa was out on some hero work and begrudgingly left her home alone under the promise she wouldn’t leave the house. 

Y/n smirked as she closed her book and opened her window back up. Aizawa would be disappointed if he knew all the things she did when he wasn’t home but what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

Climbing down from her window she stood next to Dabi, his frame towering hers. She smiled brightly up at him as her placed his long jacket around her.

“It’s cold out crazy, now let’s go before I regret coming to get you.” The fourteen year old smiles as she skipped in front of him. She hummed softly, the flowers growing as she walked down the path. The pair their way down an alley, some drunk men staring at Y/n. 

Dabi sped up placing his hand firmly on her shoulder, he didn’t like the look the men were giving her. He’d seen that look on boys before, and he would not allow what they wanted when he was there to protect her. 

She pouted up at him as he forced her to walk next to him. She simply let Dabi pull her close. Once out of the alley she struggled away from him with a curious look. The pair made their way to an abandoned building and Dabi threw blue paint at Y/n. 

Immediately Y/n began spraying the the wall, Dabi stood close as he did the same. Her perfect and strange flowers next to his threatening words. His eyes bore down at her, watching her innocent smile as she vandalized the wall. She hummed softly, bobbing her head up and down. 

“Hey Dabi?”

“What crazy?”

She cocked her head to the side as she knelt down. She picked a glowing turquoise flower with a white center. Rolling his eyes he knelt down to her as she place the flower in his hair.

“I’m hungry. Do you have an food?” Dabi chuckled as he ruffled her hair. He reached into his bag pulling out a container of ramen, with pork and vegetables. Y/n’s eyes lit up as she took the container and chopsticks from Dabi. 

Y/n slide down the wall, munching on her steaming food as Dabi continued to spray paint the wall. He watched her slurp up the noodles, eat the bok Chou with a bright smile and drinking the streaming spicy broth. 

Hunger was something Y/n was full of. When ever he went to see her she was hungry. It wasn’t that she wasn’t being fed, Dabi knew the the pro hero who was her guardian feed her incredibly well. After a while he began to bring food for his crazy kid.

He reached into his bag as she slipped the broth, his threw a small strawberry cake at her. She caught it with a giddy smile as she finished her ramen. She began to devour the sweet treat as Dabi smiled softly.

Together the pair sat in relative silence, all except for the much g on cake and the paint spraying on the wall.

[cameronspecial]

Doggie Theft

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 722

Summary: All Y/N wanted was a dog. She didn't mean to commit a crime in the process.

Masterlist

Y/N Y/L/N is a rule follower. She isn’t like her twin brother and Rafe, who both like to test the limits of their parents' rules. But just because she is a rule follower, doesn’t mean she has all the rules correct. This leads to an adorable mistake. 

The mistake begins when Y/N, Mason and Rafe were allowed to go for the first time by themselves to the library. They just started the first grade and their parents thought it would be a good time for them to go out by themselves for the first time. The library isn’t far, they are all together and the Outer Banks is a small island where everyone knows everyone. Y/N wanted to check out new books, while the boys just liked to be given their independence. The group is now returning home from the library when they happen upon a big golden retriever outside of the grocery store. The dog is by himself and his leash is tied to the post. 

Y/N is currently going through her dog phase, getting new dog books was after all behind her desire to go to the library, so stumbling upon the dog was amazing to her. She wonders why the dog is alone, but then remembers her mother telling her that sometimes grocery stores display some items outside of the store. This must be why the dog is there. She immediately decides she wants to buy the dog. However, a six-year-old doesn’t have the money nor truly understands the concept of it. Nevertheless, she knows she has to pay for it, so she gets out a paper and pencil from her backpack and draws money onto it. She leaves the paper on the floor and goes to untie the dog that is bigger than her. 

“Y/L/N, what are you doing?” Rafe questions, both boys were watching the scene unfold. She doesn’t look at the boys as she answers, “I’m paying for the doggie. See I left some money for the store person.”

 “You can’t do that. It’s stealing. Plus, that doggie is way bigger than you are. You are so tiny.”

“I so can do it. My mommy said you can. And I’m not tiny. I’m a big girl! I’m in grade one.”

Mason decides now to interject, “If Y/N/N says mommy says it’s okay, then it must be. I trust her. She left money. So it must be okay.” 

Instead of arguing anymore with the girl, Rafe and Mason help her untie the dog so they can go home before curfew. When the three of them returned home with not only books but a dog, Marvin is surprised at the sight before him. “Where did you guys get that dog from?” Y/N beams up at her father, “We got him from the store. He was on display outside of the store.” Marvin is quick to understand what had happened and takes the kids to return the dog to the angry owner. Thankfully, Marvin is able to calm him down. Y/N pouts as they walk back home from the store. “Haha, I was right and you were wrong,” Rafe taunts her as they walk through the front door. Y/N, feeling her tears about to spill, says nothing. She runs upstairs and closes her door. 

——

Rafe felt bad for making Y/N cry. He didn’t think his teasing would hurt her feeling; he never does. So now he is begging his mother to take him to the store to get something to cheer her up. He picks out the item and they pay. He is dropped off at Mason’s house, leaving the gift outside of Y/N’s door and then goes to play with Mason. He could still hear her crying from outside of the room. 

Y/N’s hunger causes her to flee the comfort of her room, but as she is leaving, she almost trips on an item. She looks down at her feet to see a golden retriever stuffie staring up at me. She squeals in delight and picks up the toy. Thinking it is her parents' doings, she runs downstairs to thank them. Rafe watches from afar with a smile on his face. He doesn’t need the credit as long as she is happy. 

Taglist: @itsalexwin @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @terraeluce @gillybear17 @f4ll-for-you

[missthem]

COLD

Ajax Petropolus × male reader

Friends to lovers

722 words

A/n: Hii, this is my first time writing any type of fanfiction or just writing in general. Please keep in mind that English is not my first language, so please excuse grammar or spelling mistakes. I know that this is rather short but I hope that you still enjoy it. <3

Your day started rather normally, going to class, eating lunch, and meeting friends. One friend, in particular, caught your attention today, well maybe not only today but for the last year. It was your best friend and roommate Ajax. Figuring out your sexuality and your crush on him took a long time, and you still couldn't work up the courage to just ask him out. Your pinning over him has also started to annoy all of your other friends; they think you should just tell him, but you couldn't.

You hadn't even noticed that you zoned out and were staring directly at Ajax. "Are you alright over there?" he asked looking a bit worried. Blinking yourself out of the trace you quickly answered him "What, oh yeah sorry. I was just thinking about the exam we have next week." "Don't worry about that, I'm sure you are going to do amazing" he smiled back.

In the evening when you crawled into bed it was unusually cold in the castle. It was cold most of the time but this evening even your thick blankets weren't enough to keep you warm. Since Nevermore was in an old building, the heating tended to go out from time to time. Normally, it was fine, and it turned back on after an hour or two but not this time. This time, it was out all night. Because of that, you woke up at 3 am freezing, feeling like you were going to die because of the cold. Looking over to the bed on the other side of the room you saw Ajax peacefully sleeping as if nothing was going on. He must be his own heater, you thought to yourself. Without thinking twice, worried that you might change your decision, you got out of bed and slowly, not to wake him up, walked over to his bed. As you were lifting the blanket he started to wake up. "Five more minutes" he mumbled sleepily. Since he was already starting to wake up you decided to fully wake him and at least get his consent. You started to lightly shake him and after a few shakes, his eyes fluttered open. While blinking up at you he asked "What are you doing here?". "The heating is still out and I'm freezing to death over here" you whispered back, now getting scared of asking him for cuddles. "Alright, and why did you wake me?" he wanted to know. Blushing you uttered, "You looked so warm and I wanted to ask if I could maybe get in with you so you can keep me warm." "Why didn't you just ask, come here." He said while lifting the blanket so you could scout in. Now finally getting warmer, you snuggled even closer to Ajax, seeking his body heat. Noticing this he crossed his arms around your chest and pulled you even closer to himself. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and you were able to feel his warm breath on your exposed skin. This sent shivers down your spine and you instantly craved more. But since you were a coward who can't confess to their crush, you didn't do anything and just enjoyed the moment in silence. This however was broken when Ajax quietly spoke up, "This nice you know. I have always wanted to do this, why haven't we done this earlier?" You turned around so you were facing him. "I don't know, but I have also wanted to do this for quite some time now. You know actually, I have wanted to tell you this for about a year now. Ajax I really like you, like, like like you. It's fine if you don't feel the same I just needed to say…" you weren't able to finish your speech as Ajax cut you off with a kiss, you were caught so off guard that you hesitated for a second before kissing him back. "I like you too, dummy. I have liked you ever since I met you." He whispered to your lips. Now craving more you pulled him back in by his shirt and kissed him again, this time more passionately.

Turns out that the heating being out is not always the worst thing that could happen. Not in this case anyway.

[slytherinshua]

IN AN INSTANT

genre. fluff. warnings. none. pairing. daehwi x reader. wc. 722. request. no. a/n. it's 1:27 am (puku puku pow pow) but anyway i wrote this rly randomly and i didn't know who to make the fic abt for a while but i thought daehwi kinda fit :( so first ab6ix fic 🥹

“You know…” You rolled over onto your back, staring up at the dark ceiling of the bedroom, your thoughts racing through your head as sleep continued to evade you. 

“What?” Daehwi’s question came with a long sigh. He was still lying with his back facing you, having to deal with your insomnia disrupting his sleep as well. Not that he minded too much. He didn’t have anything planned for tomorrow, and having you back in his arms this morning after weeks of absence wasn’t quite enough for him to feel sufficiently caught up with you.��

“Just… Have you ever thought about how scary the ocean is?” You completed your original thought with a glance over at his pyjama-ed figure. Your question makes him roll over to face you, and you can just make out his facial features with the limited lighting from nightlight in the room. But instead of answering your questions, he just smiled and let a half-hearted fond chuckle leave his lips.

“I missed your randomness.” He murmured. That’s definitely not the only thing he missed.

Your smile, your laugh, your little inflections in your voice when you started talking about something you were really passionate about; all these things he could capture over video call to an extent, but it was never the same as the real deal. Nothing could ever compare to being face-to-face with you, indulging in your random conversation topics that never failed to make Daehwi ponder things he had never even considered before. Like how old possessions are souvenirs from different times in your life, or whether or not cereal could be counted as a soup.

Like most people, he never realized how much he adored every part of you until you were thousands of miles away from him. As soon as he was back in the same room as you, he was practically mesmerised by everything about you, falling in love with the exact same things that had him smitten three years ago. He barely even took his eyes off of you, too drunk on your presence to be able to even think clearly. 

The excitement from getting back had calmed down by the time you both were getting ready for bed, giggling through your nightly routine and stealing kisses from each other every chance you got like lovesick teenagers. But after you were tucked under the covers together, you had sworn to actually go to sleep, and promised to leave the leftover rush of romance for tomorrow… That was 20 minutes ago.

“You didn’t answer my question.” You pointed out. Daehwi shuffled closer to you until he was easily able to wrap an arm around your waist. 

He hummed in thought, “I think I have…? But I try not to spend too much of my time fearing something that isn’t going to harm me in the current moment.” He reasoned.

“I knew you’d have a practical response to that.” You rolled your eyes fondly and snuggled closer to his chest.

“Why did this even come up?” He asked curiously. 

“On my drive to the airport to pick you up there was this really big billboard sign with the ocean on it. And it just looked so… enormous, you know?” Daehwi nodded along with your thought process, always listening intently to whatever you had to say no matter how forgotten it would be in a few hours.

“And then I thought about how small I was in comparison… Oceans are just so massive, and they could just so easily swallow me and you and everyone on this entire planet in an instant. I mean, scientists have only explored 5% of our oceans. Who knows what’s down there.” 

“You are minuscule in comparison to it, true, but you mean a whole lot more to me than the ocean. And I’d like to think our love is like that… so big it could swallow us in an instant.” Daehwi said with a soft smile, his words dreamy and his body on the verge of sleep as he uttered them. His lips barely brushed the side of your cheek as he spoke, and you sucked in a breath. It was almost impossible to resist moving your head to find his lips and kiss him until you were both breathless. 

Oh, how in love you were with this man…

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[lilacthebooklover]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

@snarky-wallflower Thanks for the tag! This was a lot of fun :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

67 currently, but I have deleted a few old ones lol

2. What’s your total word count?

Now, when I tell you I went overboard on this question, I went overboard. My private, unposted, solely-written-by-me fics' total word count is 227,868. My total word count for fics I've collaborated with @charismabee on is 477,549, and my total word count on AO3 is 389,530. However, quite a few of my AO3 fics are collabs with Red, so if you take away everything like Wilting Flowers and Owl House but Kindergarten, you're left with 225,235 words written solely by me. So, if you total up 225,235 + 227,868 + 477,549, then you get a grand total of 930,652 words! Then, of course, there's the whole matter of my old fics on regular Word and not Docs, which would probably add up to at least another 50,000 total considering we're talking about my ASOUE and DT17 phases, as well as all of the private Viva Pinata and miscellaneous musical stuff lurking in there, and we've got that weird writing app on my tablet that I used a lot a couple of years ago whenever my phone got confiscated, but I cannot be bothered to search through all of that right now. So, it mostly rounds up to around 1,000,000 words. Fanfiction may or may not be taking over my life. (Gosh I love maths <3)

3. What fandoms?

I've written mostly for the Kindergarten 1 and 2 fandom, my total fics on AO3 for it totaling 38. However, I have written a heck of a lot of OMORI as well, and dabble in the Owl House, DHMIS, a few webseries on YT as well as the Hatchetverse sometimes, too!

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

1. World's Okayest Uncle at 799. My latest WIP, written for the Hatchetfield Universe and based around the concept of Paul Matthews becoming the accidental uncle of every kid in town. Each chapter focuses on a different child (the three so far about Alice, Richie and Pete respectively), and once all of them have been sufficiently adopted, I've been considering adding some slice-of-life stuff, exploring the changed character dynamics, and looking into parts of canon that would change in the AU as well. 2. Hollow at 455, a Hunter-centric one-shot for the Owl House set immediately after season 2 finished. It was written in the post King's Tide craze of awesome Human Realm content, so it got quite a lot of hits at the time. It focuses on Hunter dealing with the aftermath of Belos seemingly having died, and himself having being thrown into a completely new, unfamiliar world as an unfamiliar God took over his own :) 3. Flapjacks at 279, another Hunter-centric piece because TOH fans can't get enough of him lol (I am very much one of those fans). I began writing it back when Thanks to Them was first released, then got the motivation to finish it after I saw Watching and Dreaming. It focuses on Hunter returning to the Human Realm after the Collector's defeat, as well as Camila's thoughts on being a parent of who knows' how many kids at this point. Hunter finally gets the chance to mourn, and finds out what a flapjack actually is. 4. Gravesfield Historical Society, at 275. In which it's only natural that the Boiling Isles' leading Human Expert decides to do some research, and Gus does his very best to ignore the images plaguing him from looking into Belos' mind. Vee looks for some closure, Hunter is very protective over his little siblings, and Gus just wants to have a fun day at the museum. Things... Don't go to plan. 5. Fading, at 215. Yet another TOH work (I was around when the fandom was active as heck), one of the shortest pieces I've ever written at only 722 words. It's from Flapjack's POV during that scene in Thanks for Them. You know the one. I made lots of people cry, and sacrificed the birb.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Of course!! I thoroughly appreciate every comment I receive; they really make my day. Being part of an active fandom with the Uncle Paul AU has sort of taken me by storm so my inbox is pretty clogged at the moment, but I promise that I have read and smiled over and will reply to the comments all of my lovely readers have left behind! It means so much that someone's not only taken the time to read what I've written, but that they liked it enough to leave a comment behind. Even just keysmashes or "<33"s are really lovely to see, so thank you to the wonderful commentors out there! You guys are awesome :D

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooh, now this is a tough one! Pretty much 95% of what I write is angst, with a good 70% being Hurt No Comfort. Still, I think the angstiest ending I've ever written would have to be that of either "Enough", in which 13 y/o me decided it was a good idea to follow the perspective of kindergartener Theodore Huxley as his brother pushed him to his death, or "Wilted", in which 13 y/o me decided it was a good idea to follow the perspective of suicidal kindergartener Lily as she gave up on finding the one person who cared about her and committed suicide as a result of being bullied. Wilted should probably win out considering the implications of what would happen to Billy as a result, and bc the ending subsequently led to Nugget's death too, but Ted's train of thought in Enough is so gosh darn sad.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Definitely "McDonald's". That's the fluffiest thing I've ever written, no doubt about it. Not a smidgen of angst, just a bunch of kids with colourful eyes and pointy ears walking into a fast food restaurant and discovering what chicken nuggets are. It literally ends with the promise of more cute adventures to come, so I'd say this one's a no-brainer loll

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've only ever received hate once, on a little Gravity Falls AU I made entitled "Puppet Strings and Stage Curtains". I got some pretty nasty criticism on it and, as a kid who was still very anxious about posting stuff online, it really impacted me at the time. I'm still a little nervous even now to open up my inbox because I think I might have gotten another comment like that shfjdhhgkjh. I wound up abandoning the fic because my motivation was completely destroyed, and I couldn't even look at the thing without feeling ashamed. However, I haven't received any hate since, which is great! There's just no reason for it, really; if you like something, leaving a comment is wonderful, and it makes the author happy! If you don't, just don't read the fic. Leaving a hurtful comment isn't going to make anyone happy, and can be really damaging to writers. Shoutout to @weedkillercentral, who, without fail, leaves the bizzarest comments known to man on almost every work I post.

9. Do you write smut?

Nope! I am a ✨minor✨ (@snarky-wallflower dw I too am a nerdy prude, sex jokes are Ew). Still, I do enjoy writing romance from time to time! Some ships are straight-up hard not to enjoy reading/writing for :))

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Funny story, actually. I used to have Wattpad and, as much as I hated using it, a friend of mine liked the site so I used it to support her. I wound up posting some of my own stuff on there at one point. I will never be able to get over the fact that when you searched up my username online, the images used to show a picture of Sharkbomb Glomgold. How do I know this? Because small me got bored and looked up my username, and accidentally found a mirror site to Wattpad with some of my stuff on. It credited my username and everything, but I panicked about it because as far as I was aware, I had no control over whether I could take it down or what else could be put on it. So, I deleted everything on my account, and just like that, the fics on the mirror site vanished. So no, I've never had anything outright stolen-- at least, I hope I haven't-- but that was a Not Fun experience for little me a few years ago

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I'm not famous enough for that lol. I did have an offer for someone to make a podfic of smth I wrote a few years ago, but they never got around to it. Still, if anyone ever wants to translate one of my fics, I'd love it if you did! Please just let me know and acknowledge me as the OG author; having a work translated sounds awesome.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Many thanks yet again to the amazing @charismabee, my dear co-author and the Kel shirt to my Maverick cosplay wig. The amount of hours I've spent writing with her is actually insane, as well as the times we've just messaged brainstorming AUs or having far too strong feelings about the show Elena of Avalor. We've done joint Whumptobers and Febuwhumps, fics that are combinations of the nichest stories and characters, a lot of redemption arcs for 5-year-olds... If you like my stuff, I thoroughly encourage you to go give her work a read at TheFearIsRed on AO3! :D

If anyone else ever wants to try collaborating on something, I think I'd be willing to give it a try! There are loads of talented authors on here, and co-writing is a lot of fun <3

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Hmm... Well, Paulkins is an obvious one (remember that one post about "hatchetfield fans when normal man and his barista crush show up for 5 seconds"? yeah that's me). They have a level of mutual trust and understanding that's just really nice to explore, they both have issues galore but will support each other no matter what, half infected Paul content is golden and as an avid Uncle Paul truther, Emma finding out about his many children is just too funny a concept to me. They act like teenagers when they see each other, they're both down bad, she knows he doesn't like the Christmas advert jingles, he thinks she's funny,,, they're so <3

Another strong contender is Pearla (Penny x Carla), from the K2 fandom. @goldmoth82 was the one who got me into writing about them with their absolutely incredible stuff (art, fics, you name it!). They're just a traumatised android and a thieving arsonist, what more could you want?

Gold rush (Kel x Mikhael) is another of my favourites though, mostly because it's so funny. Mikhael has declared them rivals, and Kel could not care less. Mikhael challenges him to races, and Kel beats him easily. Mikhael insults him often, but Kel doesn't retaliate. Mikhael wants to be independent and special, to stand out from everyone else. Kel wants to be appreciated as more than just Hero's brother, to be liked and acknowledged as himself. Mikhael would vehemently deny his feelings until Daphne and Bowen tied them up together and forced him to confess. Rivals are just lovers in disguise, everyone. One-sided gold rush is even funnier, because they're technically one-sided rivals. Kel was Mikhael's homosexual awakening. Mikhael looks so dumb and flamboyant because he's trying to impress him. Mikhael claims he hates him and that his bright red face is from anger after Kel effortlessly beats him time and time again. I love them.

But I think out of everything, Wrightworth would have to take my top pic for favourite ship. Gay lawyers who would die for each other for the win.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Ohh gosh. There are quite a few, but I'd probably say this year's Whumptober. My mental health went schwoop this October and I only got up to day 11 despite my plans. I still intend to finish the collab one with Red when I have time again (exams suck), and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get around to completing it. At least there's always next year! :"]

16. What are your writing strengths?

Definitely characterisation. I have a lot of fun getting into characters' heads and making studies on them in different scenes or just overall, and have a lot of fun bouncing different personalities off of each other. Once I know a character, I know the character, and writing their POV is as simple as breathing lol. I'd also say that I'm pretty good at tension building and breaking, as well as Hurt No Comfort (you need some good old angst, I'm your gal).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes, for one, though I've been improving on them since I started the TOH Kindergarten AU! I'd also say that I struggle with slower-paced, filler sort of stuff. I might like to build up to an event, but chapters that don't have plot relevance just sort of stump me lol, even when they're necessary :)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I enjoy learning languages, and have been teaching myself Spanish for the past couple of years or so. However, writing them is a whole separate thing entirely. If I had a translator, I'd be all good! I just get a little worried when I write any language that isn't Spanish because google translate is unreliable as heck, so I typically tend to avoid it. Luckily, none of my fandoms really require it- but if that Franziska & Miles brainrot doesn't go away soon, I might be in a bit of a pickle trying to write German dialogue hshjhgfk

19. First fandom you wrote for?

A Series of Unfortunate Events (the Netflix show). It was the first fandom I got really, properly into, diving in headfirst at the age of about 12 and finding a lot of awesome content. The obsession I had with VFDBaudelaireFile13's Violet Snicket AU "Misery Loves Company" a few years ago was wild. My writing back then was very jolty, and I wrote in chapters that only lasted a few paragraphs with big, bold titles that often had at least two exclamation marks at the end. Still, ASOUE is one of my favourite shows to this day, and I don't regret a thing from my time binge-reading everything I could find for it (except that one lemons fic I accidentally came across when starved for content), nor any of the silly little unposted AUs I wrote on Word.

20. Top 3 fics I've ever written:

I puzzled over this question for ages, but found it impossible to choose just one! Ignore that I'm cheating a little here, and take three instead <3

1. An unposted collaborative work with @charismabee/TheFearIsRed that we called MPT. It was the first big fic I ever wrote, and it was probably what really got me into writing as a hobby. I got to spend time at random intervals writing about and whumping my favourite characters with someone I'm very close with, making up the plot as we went along. I remember coming up with the initial idea on a swingset, and spending hours colour-coding every segment of those 50,000 words based on each mention of a character as well as who wrote what. MPT is messy, and a tad repetitive in places, and while finished, I don't believe it's something I'll ever post. But it holds a special place in my heart, and it's a lot of fun looking back on my writing from a couple years ago compared to now 2. Not sure if this fully counts, but an untitled Omori WIP I've got going atm is definitely up there. It's Hero-centric with huge emphasis on his trauma, following the course of the year the events of the game occur in. I've had a blast writing his thoughts and time at college, and I'm geberally just really proud of it thus far. Hopefully, it'll be done by January in time for his birthday! :) 3. Now this one is a posted work– Magical Girls: Omori!, another collab with Red. We came up with the idea, binge-watched season one of Glitter Force on Netflix, and ran with the plot. We've planned out all of season 1 with ideas for season 2, incorporated a plethora of great characters, and been able to mess around with a fun fantasy high school full of our favourites. It's always wonderful to write, and I really like how it's been going!

Thank you again to @snarky-wallflower for the tag! You're amazing <3

As for people I know, I've tagged the vast majority of you already sjhkffg oops.

@charismabee @goldmoth82 @weltato @inprisonforsparkling hey there jpr the au mastermind, fanartist of the century, paul whump bestie and king of michie. you guys are some of my favourite writers out there, i'd love to see what you answer with for this (no pressure ofc!) <33

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﹒ sung hanbin love timeline!

nonidol!shanbin x reader warning ﹕angst kinda (but u get some comfort so!) + nothing else! edit status ﹕not edited ..  word count  ﹕722 words  previous ⠀ next ⠀ ⠀masterlist 

the crying shore’s tears have been wiped. there really was no more hope. you two really were just a bunch of fools that left your lives on the shore you met. you chuckled looking at how the water moved back, only a second after it came crashing forward. was that how you were with him? how could you not realize that it was all gone? there was no more love, no more care, no more “how was your day?” or genuine i love you’s. you two were just there under the label, there for the little sanity you believed you still had left.  oh this was so draining, you couldn’t help but to just fall onto your knees feeling them dig into the sand. chugging down the alcohol in your hand, you grimaced at the burning feeling down your throat. the alcohol seemed to be the only thing that stopped your throat from clogging up again, leading you to desperately drink it all, and letting out a loud sob as you realized the bottle had finally been emptied out. 

“why would you cry at such a beautiful sight?” 

you scoffed. what was so beautiful about it? all it did was remind you of the failed love and heartbreak you were currently experiencing. the words spoken from the masculine voice just made you grow more bitter. how come he didn’t have to experience such pain here? why did it have to be you of all people? 

“this beach ... is like athena. such a good reputation but she cursed poor medusa over a momentary affair.” “that’s understandable.” 

you were still dazed and zoned out staring into the beach even after his words, but hearing his next words just made the flimsy wall you had quickly built up within the few moments, come tumbling down. 

“you know you can cry no matter what right? even with me here?” 

as if it was just a trigger, you just fell right back into your depressive state. for some reason it didn’t hurt as bad now, because for once after those 15 years you thought you experienced comfort from your old lover, you knew for a fact that the rubbing on your back, the way he pulled you in for a hug after you let out a weak nod for consent, the way he stroked your head saying the most comforting words you had finally heard after so long, “i wish i could take this pain away from you”, “you don’t deserve to feel so hurt”. the crying slowly ended but you couldn’t help but want to embrace this feeling for a little longer, afraid to feel alone again. 

“hmmm, what do i do? i can’t have you feeling so down and alone?” 

it was then when you looked up and realized you really didn’t even know how this man looked. he had such an innocent face, especially since he spoke with his cheeks puffed, looking like a (cute sorry had to) chipmunk. he had brown hair with some strands that shifting and blowing to the wind. a pair of dark glasses that framed his face perfectly and displayed his dark eyes through the clean clear lenses. you almost felt envious for a second until he spoke in his eloquent voice while pulling out a mini journal and ripping out a page, writing as quickly as possible, especially after hearing vibrations and an alarm go off on his phone. 

“you can always call me whenever you feel lonely, when you want to talk to someone, when you want someone to laugh with you. anything. i pinky promise!” 

hesitantly taking the paper with a shaky hand, you took the paper clutching onto it, almost as if your life depended on it. you could practically feel his beaming smile as he saw you take it, taking your other hand and interlocking your pinky together. when a call came ringing his phone is when he finally realized he had to leave. just as quickly as he came, he left, but you were glad to know it would only be momentarily. uncrumpling the paper that had balled up in your fist. 

sung hanbin +82 XXX-XXX-XXXX call me whenever! :) 

letting out a chuckle, you couldn’t help but think, what a strange night with the crying shore’s tears that have been wiped. 

[queerdiazs]

20 questions for fic writers

i was tagged by @callmenewbie, @hippolotamus, @watchyourbuck, @thewolvesof1998, @jesuisici33, @wikiangela, and @exhuastedpigeon 🫶🏼

i'm gonna put it under a cut because phew it got kinda long

how many works do you have on ao3?

31

what's your total ao3 word count?

uh, 301,903 which... goddamn look at me go

what fandoms do you write for?

i've written for stucky, geraskier, yenskier, steddie, and buddie, but it's only buddie right now. those 2 losers are really rotting in my whole brain and i'm loving every second of it 🤭

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

(i cheated and used only buddie okay) the side effects of eating too many clementines at 759 the dinosaurs smelled magnolias at 722 this is why you shouldn't piss in the ocean at 668 you'll feel the rush of it all at 511 all things bright and beautiful at 453

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i absolutely respond to comments! it might take me a while because i'm not articulate enough to convey how much i adore everybody, but i love talking with people that enjoy the silly goofy stuff i write!

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

burned on the pyre, a steddie timeloop fic. the ending isn't exactly angsty, but it isn't as joyous as all my others because it was important to me to keep it as realistic as i could + it reflects my mental state so, uh, oops

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

mm, i think you can argue all my fics have happy endings but if you go down in the woods today has the FUNNIEST ending and that's important

do you get hate on fics?

yeah lmao

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

yes i do! and, um, the explicit kind? i don't know how to answer this because my porn varies for each fic but they fuck nasty regardless!

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

no. that's not for me.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

absolutely i have <3

have you ever had a fic translated?

i have not!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope. i tried once when i was younger but it didn't work out because i'm a dickhead and found that i was not only writing my parts but fixing theirs as well.

what's your all time favorite ship?

i've had a lot of ships over the year and i'm never going to forget any of them, ever, but buddie gives me so much joy and good times and i think... yeah they're probably my favorite ship

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

none of them honestly? i'm going to finish all of them.

what are your writing strengths?

uh, dialogue. maybe.

what are your writing weaknesses?

angst, emotions, porn, things that make sense, action, romantic relationships, ANGST.

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

god, so i'm pretentious and while i know some spanish i'm definitely not fluent but i refuse to use google translate so a friend of mine helps me with translating as straight across as we can—so like, long story short, it's a yes from me

first fandom you wrote for?

maximum ride on ff dot net 💀 why was i 12 years old learning how to navigate that fuckin site my god

favorite fic you've written?

but i've got my teeth in you, a bad things happen fic where buck gets a tooth knocked out during the lafd annual baseball game and somehow proposes to eddie, who of course says yes. it's just so FUN?

i'm no pressure tagging @honestlydarkprincess, @shitouttabuck, @giddyupbuck, @callaplums, @daffi-990, @try-set-me-on-fire, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @eddiediaztho, @nmcggg, and honestly anybody else who wants to be a lil chatty mwah

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Iconic Comeback: Tyra Banks, Adriana Lima, and More Legends Light Up Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show 2024!

Tyra Banks: The world-famous Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show is back after a four-year hiatus, and it’s making headlines once again. This iconic event returned with a dazzling show featuring legendary supermodels, fresh faces, and a commitment to a more inclusive vision. After years of controversy and introspection, the show’s return marks a bold transformation aimed at reclaiming its place in fashion with a renewed purpose.

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In the spirit of inclusivity and empowerment, the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show has re-emerged, addressing past criticisms while adapting to a new cultural landscape. Here’s everything you need to know about this transformative and much-talked-about event.

Tyra Banks: The Icon Returns to the Runway After 20 Years

In a powerful message posted before the show, Banks expressed her excitement, saying:

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“You are… Never too young to SMiZE. Never too old to DREAM. And I hope you’ll be doing both with me tomorrow when I rock that @victoriassecret runway again after almost 20 years!”

She went on to encourage fans to reflect on their own dreams, saying, “As I walk, think about YOUR dreams, what YOU want to accomplish. That thing you’ve been doubting about yourself. That thing you’re not sure you are confident enough to accomplish.” This message struck a chord with viewers and echoed throughout the night, setting the tone for a show focused on inspiration and self-belief.

Banks’ triumphant return was part of a star-studded lineup that included other Victoria’s Secret mainstays, such as Adriana Lima, Candice Swanepoel, and Gigi Hadid. Together, they embodied the essence of the new Victoria’s Secret brand: beauty that’s empowering, diverse, and inspiring.

A Star-Studded Runway Full of Familiar Faces and New Icons

In addition to Banks, several high-profile models graced the runway, showcasing their own unique styles and personalities. Victoria’s Secret icons like Kate Moss, Behati Prinsloo, Bella Hadid, and Ashley Graham joined the celebration, demonstrating the brand’s commitment to diversity. Each model brought her own story and charisma to the stage, making the event a powerful showcase of beauty in all forms.

Gigi Hadid, who has become a fan favorite, shined brightly as she walked the runway alongside other familiar faces. Known for her dynamic presence and playful energy, Hadid reflected the show’s new vibe: confidence, grace, and relatability. The presence of models like Ashley Graham, known for her advocacy of body positivity, reinforced the message that beauty goes beyond traditional ideals.

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Victoria’s Secret’s Journey to Reinvent Itself

The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, once a mainstay in the world of fashion, was paused in 2019 amid controversies and changing consumer expectations. At the time, the brand faced significant criticism for a lack of inclusivity, sparking discussions on how the brand could evolve in an era where diversity and representation matter more than ever.

One major turning point came in 2018 when Ed Razek, then Chief Marketing Officer for parent company L Brands, made controversial comments about transgender models, which many found exclusionary. The backlash was swift, with consumers calling for greater inclusivity on the runway. This incident, combined with declining sales and shifting cultural attitudes, led Victoria’s Secret to reevaluate its approach.

In response, the brand launched the VS Collective in 2021, introducing a more diverse and inclusive group of brand ambassadors. These ambassadors included actress and entrepreneur Priyanka Chopra Jonas, Brazilian transgender model Valentina Sampaio, and LGBTQIA+ advocate and professional soccer player Megan Rapinoe. The Collective aims to redefine beauty standards by embracing diverse backgrounds, experiences, and identities. Victoria’s Secret stated that it wants to inspire customers and align with causes that are meaningful to women everywhere.

The brand also introduced new programs focused on empowering women, creating products that reflect diversity, and producing content that uplifts rather than objectifies. The VS Collective is more than just a marketing tool; it’s a sign that Victoria’s Secret is committed to positive change.

[noticiasarquelogicasjaponesas]

日本の考古学と科学思想の歴史。

第2章 ：

日本の考古学者の皆さん、哲学的観点から見た新しい日本考古学へようこそ。 — 前の章で、特定のトピック、歴史、考古学、人類学について質問されるとき、たとえば「私たちの先祖は誰ですか?」とコメントしました。 そして彼らはどうやって X 場所にたどり着いたのでしょうか? 考古学自体が 19 世紀末の 1877 年に登場したとき、1884 年に人類学研究所が、1895 年に日本考古学協会が誕生したことについて触れます。 - 19 世紀の人なら、「私は誰ですか、どこから来たのですか?」と尋ねるでしょう。 ドイツ語、中国語、ノルウェー語、日本語などを尋ねることができます。 この種の質問は今日に至るまで答えられていません。 歴史学と考古学はそれらに答えを与えておらず、今日の他の分野でさえさらに多くのことを知っていますが、道のりはまだ長いです。 19世紀の日本、特にその終わり頃は、自分たちの起源を知りませんでした。 1980 年代の日本の科学者なら誰でも、最初の日本人入植者は誰だったのか疑問に思うでしょう。 ここに定住するきっかけは何ですか？ 現在、最初の入植者は約 3 万年前に到着したことが知られていますが、彼らだけだったのでしょうか? この諸島には、海面が現在より 120 倍も低かったため、中国と朝鮮の半島を北と南から通ってやって来た最初の入植者がいたことが知られています。 日本人は非常に古い本を 2 冊持っていることが知られており、1 冊は西暦 711 年、もう 1 冊は西暦 722 年のものです。 最初の書紀は古事記と呼ばれ、二番目の日本書紀は、神 (カミスと呼ばれる) による西暦 660 年からの日本の建国について語っています。この日本の神聖な起源の概念は、第二次世界大戦 (第二次世界大戦) まで続きます。 これら 2 冊の本は、ヨーロッパではギリシャとローマに遡る最古の本に相当します。 - 気に入っていただければ幸いです。今後の投稿でお会いしましょう。良い一週間をお過ごしください。

HISTORY OF JAPANESE ARCHEOLOGY AND SCIENTIFIC THOUGHT.

Episode 2:

Welcome, Japanesearchaeologicalists, to a new installment of Japanese archaeology, seen from a philosophical point of view. Having said that, get comfortable and let's begin.

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In the previous chapter, we commented that when we are asked questions about certain topics, history, archeology and anthropology, for example: Who were our ancestors? And how did they get to X place? We mention, when archeology itself emerged at the end of the 19th century, 1877, the origin of the anthropology laboratory in 1884 and in 1895 the Japanese archeology society.

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A person from the 19th century would ask: Who am I, where do I come from? We could ask a: German, Chinese, Norwegian, Japanese, etc. These types of questions remain unanswered to this day. History and archeology have not given them an answer, even other disciplines today know much more, but there is still a long way to go. Japan during the 19th century, especially the end of that period, did not know its own origin. Any Japanese scientist in the 1980s would wonder who were the first Japanese settlers? What led you to settle here? Currently, it is known that the first settlers arrived about 30,000 years ago. Were they the only ones? It is known that the archipelago was inhabited by other inhabitants who were the first settlers. They arrived through the peninsula of China and Korea, both from the north and the south, since the sea level was 120 times lower than today. It is known that the Japanese have two very old books, one dates from 711 and the other from 722 AD. The first is called Kojiki and the second Nihonshoki, the Kojiki tells of the founding of Japan from the year 660 AD by the gods (called kamis), this concept of the divine origin of Japan would last until World War II (2ww). These two books would be the equivalent in Europe of the oldest dating back to Greece and Rome.

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I hope you liked it and see you in future posts, have a good week.

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

hello once again, your friendly neighborhood spaniard is here once again to comment on the references to spanish culture i'm seeing while playing scarlet and violet!

here's my previous post on this! and i wanted to tell you that as per this post, i've officially seen all the cities and towns in paldea which means there's not really much else to explore, these posts are coming to an end :(

anyways, let's start

if montenevera is based on the pyreenees, it makes sense that the area around the fairy squad camp is modeled around another part of northern spain, in this case asturias and more precisely the picos de europa national park, arguably the prettiest part of the country (i've never been there but everyone that has been says asturias is the prettiest so who am i to disagree). just like in the game, it's a beautiful prairie place next to big scary mountains and right by the sea! however, there are no marshy areas in asturias; the three largest ones in the country are the ebro delta [pic 6], the valència albufera [pic 7], and doñana national park [pic 8]. i would say the in-game one is probably referencing the ebro delta, only based on location, as the other two are more south.

another fun thing about this area is that if you go swimming in the north coast you'll be able to find the tynamo evolution family, based on lampreys! lampreys have been fished in galicia as early as the roman times, with unique rock constructions built in the rivers called pesqueiras used to specifically catch them. they are part of the traditional galician (and portuguese!) cuisine, and they are similar to anchovies, one of the most popular dishes in another northern iberian area, cantabria.

finally, there's the last town of the game that i had yet to see, alfornada! one fun fact about me is that my favourite architectural style is mudéjar, so i was absolutely stoked to see a whole town built in that style!!! for everyone who doesn't know what mudéjar is, or why arabic-inspired music sounds all throughout the town, i'm gonna summarize 700 years of story really quick: after the western roman empire fell, the visigoths took over the peninsula, and things were chill for a bit until 711, when the moors invaded the peninsula. by 722 all but asturias was now part of the umayyad caliphate (we call moorish iberia al-andalus for short), but the asturians defeated the moors in the battle of covadonga and from there on the reconquista started, a centuries old war between christians and muslims in iberia that lasted until 1492, when the last remnants of al-andalus were defeated. as you could imagine this conjured up a very complex social landscape and a unique cultural makeup that still lasts till this day. within all of that, there were three groups we had to study in class and were a pain in the ass to differenciate (i had to search what each one were for this post): muladíes (local iberians that converted to islam and lived in al-ándalus), mozárabes (christians and jews that lived in al-ándalus), and mudéjares (muslims living in the iberian christian kingdoms). mozárabes and mudéjares had to pay extra taxes and live in special quarters of the cities, but apart from that they all lived peacefully which is neat. both groups had their own art styles, but the mudéjar art and architecture was the most prominent of the two, and even experienced a renaissance in the 19th and 20th centuries with the neo-mudéjar style. it basically mixes muslim and christian styles and it's so good i love it with all my heart.

also, alfornada is known for its pottery, and ceramics are one of the traditional spanish arts, there are still a lot of ceramic workshops in rural areas where you can find handmade ceramic. and the plates displayed in alfornada are also very popular in the country, every grandma has at least one set very similar to the ones in the game lol. one particular place associated with this type of ceramic is talavera de la reina, in toledo. as our ex-president once said 'the talavera pottery is a big thing, in other words, it is not' a small thing' (it doesn't make sense in spanish either <3)

you thought i was done with this town huh? surely there isn't any more references right??? right??? well, we're just getting started. another interesting feature of alfornada is all the fountains in the streets, which, alongside with the music and the mudéjar style, made me realise what was the biggest inspiration behind this town: the alhambra, the palace complex of the kings of the nasrid kingdom of granada, the last stronghold of al-andalus and imo the most incredible human construction ever (it's a unesco world heritage site as well). even the setting of alfornada corroborates this; the alhambra sits on the top of a mountain, right by the sierra nevada mountain range, one of the tallest of the country (in fact, the highest peak in iberia, the mulhacén, is located there). one of the main defining features of the alhambra was the usage of water, with tons of canalization through the complex and lots of gorgeous fountains.

we're almost done, hold up (this is the first post where i had to cut some images cause i had reached the 30 pic limit oops). just north to alfornada, if you continue to climb up the mountain, you'll reach a ruins area. there are tons of these in paldea, and it makes sense, there's a ton of ruins everywhere in spain as well, but these are special due to its location, its context, and the arch and colums that can clearly be seen. i'm pretty sure this is a direct reference to medina azahara, the palace complex of the caliphate of córdoba, that now lies in ruins (another world heritage site). i visibly gasped when i got here, it shows how much thought the pokemon company put into this game :)

and that was all! i hope you liked it :)

here's next post !!!

[milk-crafting]

5 for Venna, maybe?💖 or Tristo?

I went with Venna uwu

I've been wanting to develop her backstory waaayy more and this is low key inconsistent with my initial plans for her, but I'm sick and tired of these deadbeat vampire dads, so she's a dhampir with a mildly helpful vampire dad.

words: 722 characters: Venna (KC) and her dad, in a flashback to when she was a kid CW: brief mention of almost-drowning, brief mention of the death of grandparents, me changing the verb tense a couple times but being too lazy to fix it, flashback to when venna was a kiddo uhhh I think that's it

Snow falls steadily, draping thick white blankets on the frozen earth in the countryside of Varno County, Ustalav.  The pond froze over in the snowstorm that had blown in overnight, but the air is still and cold and quiet today.  The silence that comes with the flakes that fall from the sky is a palpable, almost sentient thing, and it’s the only company Venna has in the twilight hours of early dawn.

She remembers growing up here, skating on this same pond in the winters as a child.  Her grandparents farm had sat atop the hill nearby, but it’s a burnt out husk of what it used to be now.  She knows that they must have died years ago.  She wishes she had been there for them.  They weren’t her “real” grandparents, but they raised her well enough–and taught her to use a scythe for defense, and not just to cut the grain they grew.  She had hidden her magic from them, so having some other outlet like that had been a blessing.

She doesn’t skate on the pond now.  Instead, she paces out on unsteady feet, her fur-lined boots keeping her warm but not providing much traction on the slick surface.  The snow resting peacefully on the ice below her is some help.  A softly uttered prayer to Gozreh won’t save her from busting her ass, but it can’t hurt.

It wasn’t Gozreh who protected her when she was a child, nor was it her elderly guardians.

She remembers the man only in what she could see of him by night.  Pale, lithe, handsome, a head of long, thick black hair like hers.  He caught her sneaking out of her window, when she first met him.

“No.  Bed,” he’d said, voice soft and quiet but commanding all the same.

She’d gone back to bed reluctantly, and had passed the whole encounter off as a strange dream.

The second time she saw him was when she had managed to sneak out and make her way down to the frozen pond.  The ice was fresh that night, the winter air crisp and light but she was bundled up so tightly in her little wool coat that she paid it no mind.  She walked out onto the ice then.  She didn’t skate.  She hadn’t been able to move fast enough to outrun the thin, cracking ice beneath her in the center of the pond.  She tried to let out a terrified cry when she hit the frigid water, but all that did was send cold water pouring into her mouth.

The hands that pulled her from the water were not warm.  The arms that held her were protective, but provided no shelter.

“Dammit,” he had hissed out, voice a quiet rasp.

“You can’t say that,” she’d managed, her own voice nearly matching his own.

“I can.  You can’t, at least not until you’re as old as me.”

“How old are you?”

He doesn’t reply.  Instead, he carries her back home, wincing softly every time her trembling changes tempo.  “Tell your grandmother to give you dry clothes and to stoke the hearth.  You need to get warm or you’ll get very sick,” he says, calm but even Venna at her young age can tell that he’s worried.  “I can’t come in,” he adds, lifting her to her still open window and helping her inside.

In the dim light of the lamp she’d left burning in the window sill she can see his face.  His eyes are a dull, ugly shade of scab red, his skin is pale and she can see veins tracing delicately below his features.  He looked sad, she thought at the time.  Now, looking back, Venna thinks he looked tired.  

He offers up a wan smile.  “No more night-time adventures,” he says, sternly now.

Venna nods.  She wishes now that she’d said more.  She wishes now that she’d ignored him and gone on as many night-time adventures as she could have.

When Venna steps out onto the ice now it’s thick and stable–there are no spiderweb cracks spreading out under her steps, there’s no sound of crunching ice beneath her.  She’s safe.  It’d be too late for him to show up now anyway, even if it wasn’t.  She treads carefully back to land anyway, and starts the long trek back to town.

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if it's worth your time masterlist.

Javy "Coyote" Machado x Female!Reader

It has been a little over two years since the Uranium Plant Mission, when Omaha needs to recuse himself from the specialized squadron created after it's success. You're called back to replace him, packing up your two year old daughter, and heading back to Top Gun. You know you're heading back to work with old friends, ones you haven't seen in years. What you don't expect is there's someone else waiting there for you, too.

Considering this will be multiple parts, I thought I'd throw up a masterlist for it. I'm really excited to be writing this. It's based off a line from the song "Chelsea" by The Summer Set, and Bozer and Riley's interactions in the first season of the 2016 Macgyver. Chapter titles are from the original Macgyver, for no reason other than I love Richard Dean Anderson and wanted to tie it all together nicely.

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Two times the trouble - Prologue. High control. The road not taken. Every time she smiles. For love or money. The black corsage. Ten percent solution. Split decisions. On a wing and a prayer. The gauntlet. Unfinished business. Three for the road - Epilogue.

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207 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

#4

I’m feeling like a winner

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Female!Reader

By the time the night is ending, you’re happily wrapped up in his arms, leaning up against him, smiling at the group of people surrounding them. Bob is whispering sweet nothings in your ear, at least, that’s what you happily let people think. Instead, he’s whispering filthy little things, causing a blush to bloom across your chest and up your neck.

This is a three shot based on the song Blow by Ed Sheeran, Chris Stapleton, and Bruno Mars. Each shot is based on a different verse of the song and will have a different lead. This came about thanks to @notroosterbradshaw reminding me how freaking good this song is and I have listened to it far too often in the last 24 hours. 

WC: 722

Warnings: Allusion to sex, drinking. No use of Y/N, no physical description other than a dress. Under cut because Reader discretion is still advised.

Hangman. Rooster.

He watches you carefully from his perch by the bar, the two of you are very much polar opposites when it comes to being out and about in a crowd. Where Bob is happy to sit on the side of the action, observing what’s going on, you much prefer being the center of attention, running around and talking to anyone and everyone. To anyone who doesn’t know the two of you, it would be strange that it’s your engagement party and he’s not by your side, but to the people who do, they recognize that it’s a part of the reason the two of you work so well.  

You talk to everyone with a bright smile on your face, the shiny ring on your finger a happy distraction for all your guests. Bob watches as you hug his parents, a thank you for throwing this party for them. You hug your own parents, grateful that they had been able to fly out and be there. You even hug Hangman, a surprised expression on his face when you fling yourself at him in your champagne haze, but you thank him for coming with a bright smile before turning around to find someone else to hug. This is one of the reason’s Bob loves you so much, why he can’t imagine spending his life with anyone else. Even when he’s supposed to be the person receiving the attention, you’re more than happy to take all of it, give him a chance to breathe.

By the time the night is ending, you’re happily wrapped up in his arms, leaning up against him, smiling at the group of people surrounding them. Bob is whispering sweet nothings in your ear, at least, that’s what you happily let people think. Instead, he’s whispering filthy little things, causing a blush to bloom across your chest and up your neck. You’re able to pass it off as warmth from the champagne you’ve been drinking all evening when Phoenix asks if you’re feeling okay. Honestly, you’ve never felt better. He presses a kiss to your naked shoulder, the tulle of your strapless dress scratching at his hands where he has the fabric balled in them. You turn your head towards him, smiling sweetly.

“Think we can leave now?” you ask, desperate for something more than just his words.

He lets go of you, finishing off his drink and pushes you forward gently so he can stand behind you. The movement interrupts the conversation happening around you.

“Well, everyone, I think it’s about time I got my wonderful fiancé home, feel free to stay and keep drinking,” he says, wrapping an arm around you as everyone shares a look.

The two of you make one last round, saying goodbye to everyone before finally making it out of the venue.

“I thought we’d never get out of there,” you muse as the two of you take the short walk back to your hotel. “And Jesus, Bobby, did you have to start talking like that in front of everyone?” Your tone is teasing, but he can hear the frustration in your voice as well.

“I don’t know, baby. Your mom asked me when we were gonna start giving her grand-babies, and seeing you in that dress, it just got me thinking babies aren’t all that far away...” He trails off, looking down at his phone to make sure they’re still going the right way.

“What are you saying Bobby?”

“I’m saying I want to make a baby with you.”

You stop in the middle of the sidewalk and he only notices when he feels your hand pull from his. He turns back around to see you taking off your heels, and looks up at you confused.

"Well, what are you waiting for Mr? We might as well start practicing,” you say and he’s holding out his hand to take your heels, a dumbfounded expression because he wasn’t expecting that reaction from you. Instead, you take his hand in your own, and start moving on quicker feet than before.

Your laughter rings out in the streets, and the person at the front desk of your hotel smiles knowingly when the two of you run past her in a daze. The elevator doesn’t even begin to close before the two of you are on one another.

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#3

Wouldn’t you love to love her? 1/3

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and Original Female Character

Then Hangman is telling him to follow her, and it takes a moment for him to blink out of his reverie. He scrambles out his seat and Phoenix barks out a laugh. No one knows who else is going on the mission, but they all know that Mac will be one of those pilots. A lot of them would be lying if they said that they hadn’t known that from the minute she walked into the Hard Deck that first night. While all of them were cocky pilots, outwardly so, Mac was just confident. The rest of them were quick to try and discredit each other's abilities, trying to make themselves seem bigger and badder, but she just simply let her flying do the talking. However, with her being a guarantee to fly, it means there’s a guarantee that she might not come back, so maybe that affords her a few little luxuries.

Long time reader, first time publishing something for other people to read. This was heavily inspired, loosely based on "Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac. Apparently there's just something about Fleetwood Mac and shirtless men with a 80's editing wash that just gets to me. I say semi-reader insert because the main character is never identified by anything other than her callsign.

Callsign is "Mac". I know I'm so creative.

It has been about two weeks since I saw the movie so if anything is out of whack in terms of sequencing, I apologize. I also want to apologize if there's any mistakes in Americanisms. I am Australian, and though I have been writing for very long time as American characters, sometimes the Australian still peeks through.

This is cross posted from my AO3, link in the source.

WC: 5560.

Warnings: eventual smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, drinking, safety first, gratuitous use of commas. Under the cut because it is 18+ Reader discretion is advised.

Part two. Part Three.

Who will be her lover?

They watch her take off, can hear the smile on her face when she speaks over the comms.

They were brought back to Top Gun because they were the best of the best, as Phoenix reminded them the night before, but when Mac takes to the air with a lightness and grace, even Hangman has to admit that she’s the best among them. She has this air of coolness that when she’s in the air, nothing phases her. She deals with the g-force amazingly and her breath control is insane. Hangman would make a comment about it if he wasn’t so impressed. She breathes out slowly as she pulls the F-18 into a straight climb, narrowly missing being “shot down” by Maverick. She barely makes a sound over the comms as she shoots through the sky, where they could hear everyone else’s heavy breaths, snide comments, and quick rebuffs. She flips her plane easily, dropping down behind Maverick in their dogfight exercise, her sight set on him as she aims, but he drops out quickly before the kill tone can sound.

They fly around for what feels like hours before Maverick’s breathing heavy and Mac’s hands are shaking. He tells her to land her plane, calling it a draw, and the rest of the class are looking at one another wondering what that means for her push-ups. She has sweat dripping down the back of her neck, the tank underneath her flight suit heavily drenched. Her breathing finally seems heavy, her chest heaving despite the broad grin on her face. She grips Maverick’s hand in a firm shake, and he’s shaking his head at her with a laugh. She passes him her helmet and walks back into the hanger to the slow clap from the rest of the team with the exception of Rooster who is still completing his push-ups.

She waits there while everyone else is showering and when he doesn’t come back once the hanger is cleared, she goes in search of him. Hondo isn’t out there anymore, but Rooster is still doing his push-ups.

“They’re all gone Rooster, you can stop,” she says as she approaches, but he only gives her a grunt in reply and continues.

She goes to walk away when she hears the choked-out sob. She doesn’t turn to stare, instead she sits down on the tarmac looking out over the runways. She’s not too far away but she’s close enough that he knows she’s there if he needs her.

-

She moves easily through the crowd, spinning and ducking and weaving through the hands and voices trying to capture her attention. Her feet move with the agility of a dancer, and she supposes that she was in another life. In another life, she was dancing on the stages of the world, high on tip toe, graceful and delicate. But it’s not another life, it’s this one so she’s dancing through the crowded bar, four beer bottles dangling from her nimble fingers.

“MAA-AAAC!!!!” rings through her ears in a singsong fashion and she grins as she approaches her new friends. Rooster’s voice is loud over the noise in The Hard Deck and it only makes her chuckle. Passing out the beers to Bob and Phoenix, she holds Rooster’s just out of reach, teasing it back and forth, frustration etched in his forehead until she holds it out a little too long and he’s able to grasp it, snatching it from her. Her laughter rings out loudly, and Bob’s and Phoenix's joins it until after Rooster has swallowed his first mouthful and gets over it.

She sits with them and brings her own bottle to her lips, tipping her head back for a moment, and Rooster can’t help but stare for a moment as her throat bobs when she swallows. Phoenix coughs when she catches him, and Mac opens her eyes glancing at the woman she considers her closest friend here as she continues to down her beer. She misses the way Rooster’s eyes darken, but Phoenix and Bob don’t. A look is shared between them before Rooster blinks and brings his eyes to anywhere but her.

-

“You look like you need a dance partner, Mac.”

Hangman’s in her ear, and her hips stutter from their swaying movement, the skirt of her dress still moving despite the sudden stop.

“And you think that’s going to be you?” she asks, a smirk appearing on her lips. She twirls away from him, her laughter following as she sways her way over to the bar and parks herself next to Bob.

“How many times do men need to hear the word no?” she asks him with a sigh before picking out a peanut from his bowl.

“Some men, only once,” he states factually, “But men like Hangman, probably another dozen.”

Mac smiles at the smirk on his face, happy to see him enjoying himself. Anything to bring Hangman down a peg and prop Bob up just a little more. His quiet demeanor reminds her of her own. She appreciates having him at Top Gun, a grounding force when it should be so easy to fall into a cocky stride alongside the other pilots.

“Do you need another drink?” she asks him, turning back to the bar to get Penny’s attention. He barely has a chance to answer before she’s ordering two beers on her tab and passing one over to Bob. Then she’s standing up again and dancing away. He can’t help but be impressed that she’s the same on the ground as she is in the air. She’s calm, cool and collected, never staying in one place too long and constantly dancing away from scenarios. He admires that about her.

She finds her way over to Phoenix, her eyes fixating on the other woman from the moment they land on her. She takes a swig of beer as she shimmies over to her. When she reaches her, her beer is thrust into Rooster’s hand without a sideways glance before she extends her other hand to Phoenix.

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#2

if it's worth your time - prologue

Javy "Coyote" Machado x Female!Reader

“Are they a thing?” Javy leans in, talking to Jake quietly so no one else can hear him, watching you and Bob interact. 

“No, they’re just really close. Have been since Top Gun. You’ve heard us talking about Mercy before,” he says, throwing a questioning glance at his friend. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t think she was going to look like that,” he looks you up and down, your attention directed at Bob so you can’t see them. 

I wasn't expecting to hit 300 quite that quickly, but here we are. Welcome new followers and hello again to all of you. I am very excited to be sharing this fic with you, it's been my little brain baby for the last two or three weeks. I planned something out for the first time ever and I'm really hoping that you all enjoy it. The plan had been to write the next part before posting, but I am incredibly impatient and excitable. This whole fic takes place two years after the events of Top Gun: Maverick, so I will be taking liberties as I please, but it is based on the thought that the twelve of them stick together as Dagger Squad. Feedback is very welcome, but I hope you end up loving this whole series as much as I do.

callsign: Mercy, it will be explained at some point in this story.

WC: 1.5k

series warnings: eventual smut, swearing, drinking, reader is a mom!, 18+ only. More warnings in each chapter.

chapter warnings: drinking, swearing, protective!Bob and Hangman.

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Two Times the Trouble

Walking back into the Hard Deck was a sentimental experience for you. You’d been stationed out at Lemoore for the last three years, and since the Navy had built their specialized team based on the Uranium Plant Mission, you had thought that was pretty much it for you. It was nice, having the stability and being close to your parents, but that hadn’t stopped the envy and disappointment you had felt when you couldn’t be selected to go back to Top Gun. 

You had no intention of making an entrance, but that wasn’t to be the case when your name rings loud and clear across the music of the bar. 

“Mercy! Is that you?”  

Phoenix’s voice makes you laugh, because you’d only told Bob that you were coming back to town, namely because your daughter wanted to call and let him know that she’d see him soon, in her two-year-old, babbling manner. 

Eyes flick towards you as you walk through the crowded bar, throwing a quick wave towards Penny. Phoenix moves quicker than you, throwing elbows to get people out of the way so she can wrap her arms around you in a tight hug. 

“Missed you, Mercy,” she says softly so no one but you can hear her. 

“You too Nix, missed you too,” you reply. Emotions are not something either of you really like to display in front of others, but there were moments, like now, that while you’d prefer your privacy, it’s been too long to not let emotions get the best of you. 

You let go after a moment, eyes scanning the other pilots she was with for your best friend. 

“He’s in the toilet,” she explains, and you laugh. 

“Alright then, come and introduce to everyone I don’t know.” 

Phoenix wraps a hand around your wrist, like you’re easily lost in the crowd. You do that to your daughter but never really think of people to doing the same to you. You’re then thrust into the center of the of a group of pilots, some familiar, others not. You wrap your arms around Hangman. The two of you had a small detachment together a few years ago and fell into a quick and easy friendship, based solely on your own determination that he had people he could call friends. You grin at Rooster, Jake’s arm still around you. You pull away from Jake and walk over to Fritz, falling into his hug quickly, a grin on your face at getting to see him again. Then you’re introduced to everyone else. Halo (who Fritz has told you about), Fanboy and Payback (clearly a package deal the way Phoenix has spoken about them), Yale and Harvard, and Coyote. You smile brightly at him but then your attention is brought right back away from him when Bob comes walking in from the back. 

“You came?” He calls out excitedly, and you push between Jake and Coyote to get to him. 

“Robby!” falls affectionately from your lips as you wrap your arms around him and he swings you around, pulling your feet just off the floor. 

The rest of the group look away for a moment, like this is a moment just meant for the two of you. 

“Where’s my favorite girl?” He asks when your feet land on the ground again. 

“She’s right in front of you, Rob.” You smack his chest lightly and he grins at you. “She’s with Amelia,” you continue throwing a nod in Penny’s direction.  

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Picture Perfect Porcelain

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader/Original Female Character

Her arm curls around the door so it’s lined up along the edge of it, Bob thinks he sees a droplet of water track from her wrist back down to her elbow, but his glasses are back in his locker and he really wishes they weren’t right now. He swallows thickly, because it’s different when he knows she’s naked behind there as opposed to it being salt water after she had been thrown into the ocean by Coyote during dogfight football.

Basically, I love hot showers.

Title is from Ever After by Marianas Trench.

Callsign is Mist.

This is cross posted from my AO3, link in the source.

WC: 2907.

Warnings: 18+, smut, hot showers, girl can’t deep throat, oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, rooster is a menace.

Walking into the shower room, Bob could kick himself. She always waits until everyone else is finished with their showers, because she likes to have hot showers, the kind of ones that turn the room into a sauna, and leave no hot water for anyone else. Apparently, he hadn’t been fast enough though, because Mist is in here and he still hasn’t had a shower.

The door closes behind him and he flinches as the resounding bang echoes around the room. He hears her gasp, and she’s opening the door to her stall and peaking her head out.

“Bob! Shit, sorry, I was told everyone had been through already, I’ll finish up,” she rushes out.

“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll just have a cold one. I don’t mind,” he says quickly, trying to placate the situation because he doesn’t want to take away her shower time. His own are a moment to decompress from the day, and since she tends to take the longest and the hottest whenever she has the chance, he can only imagine that it’s the same for Mist. Her arm curls around the door so it’s lined up along the edge of it, Bob thinks he sees a droplet of water track from her wrist back down to her elbow, but his glasses are back in his locker and he really wishes they weren’t right now. He swallows thickly, because it’s different when he knows she’s naked behind there as opposed to it being salt water after she had been thrown into the ocean by Coyote during dogfight football.

“No seriously, just give me a minute and I'll wash all this soap off and then it’s all yours, plenty of water left.”

She pulls her arm back and goes to lock the door behind her when Bob speaks again, it’s so soft that she can barely hear him.

“What was that?” she calls out, her voice singing out over the noise of the shower.

Bob rubs the back of his neck, wondering whether he should repeat himself or just let those words disappear with the steam.

“Bob?”

This was going to end badly, he could tell.

“What if...”

The door opens again, her head and shoulder appear before him. While he wishes he had the kind of easy assurance that Hangman does to ask for what he wants, he doesn’t. It deflates him a little and he sighs.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be out in the locker room when you’re done,” he says, turning away from her and going to walk out.

“Wait! Were you... Are you... Will you...” she stutters, and she wishes she had the kind confidence that Phoenix has, to say what she wants without stuttering over it.

The steam is still thick around them, but it feels thicker than it had a minute ago.

“Bob, what if you just joined me, instead of waiting or...” she trails off again, and it’s so difficult to just put herself out there.

He turns back to her, and the door is open a little more, her collarbone now in his line of sight and he feels ridiculously overdressed. He stands there staring at her a beat too long and she breaths a long sigh.

“Sorry Bob, I just, I promise I’m nearly done, just forget what I said.”

It’s the door closing again that pulls Bob from his head and he’s dragging his shirt over his head, and unbuttoning his pants as he walks over. The shower turns off before he can knock or speak again. He feels like his lost his shot, but for once, he doesn’t want to walk away from it without trying.

“Turn it back on,” there’s a demand in his voice, and it kind of shocks him because he only really talks like that when he’s in the plane and needs Phoenix to do something in particular. He hears the gasp behind the door, and he smirks to himself. But her shower is back on and he feels the steam where he’s standing. The snick of the lock opening again captures his attention, and his heart is beating an unhealthy rhythm. Her hand is darting out like she’s trying to grab his shirt and pull him in, but when she only meets the smooth skin of his chest, there’s a choked off groan hitting the back of her throat.

She pulls open the door and steps back into the heat of the water, hoping the steam gives her a little bit of modesty. For the fact that Bob isn’t wearing his glasses, he really wishes she was closer right now. He drops his shirt on the little bench seat next to him, and turns to lock the door behind him. He takes in a deep breath, it’s all humid air at this point, and tells himself he can do this. She’s watching him carefully from where she’s near pressed up against the back corner. She feels like she should look away, but he’s bending down to shed himself of his pants and she can’t take her eyes off him. He folds both his pants and underwear neatly and puts them with his shirt, and her eyes are glued to the curve of ass down to the muscle of his thighs. When he turns, she’s suddenly very interested in the tile beneath her feet.

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Luz 100% will stumble across Camila's old Cosmic Frontiers fanfic one day. I am willing it into being, because it would be hilarious.

64 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

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I haven't done any posts about general episode thoughts in a long time but I figure I ought to bring it back for Kamala's MCU debut, what with my icon being her right now and also what with her being my favorite Marvel character and my introduction to the comics.

I really think they captured Kamala's character well here and Iman Vellani is a delight playing her! It is interesting that they changed Kamala from being a fanfic writer to being a YouTuber discussing the Avengers, but it makes sense. I'll miss the fanfic angle but since fanfic of the Avengers in-universe is basically RPF, that probably gets into weird territory.

Now I'm not of Pakistani descent but I am Indian-American, and I'm Muslim, so I think I can speak to the accuracy of the cultural stuff. Honestly, I think it was dead on. The Bollywood music was a really nice touch, and I loved the scattered Urdu phrases throughout. And the aunty gossip is too real. I remember when a family friend was getting engaged to a white girl, the gossip was raging! (They all still came to the wedding though.) Also the Halal Guys shout out had me laughing, especially since I was considering getting lunch from there earlier today!

The family dynamic is very compelling and there was a lot that rang true for me. Honestly my parents would have reacted the exact same way if I'd asked to attend any cons. It was a bit amusing that the dialogue there seemed to be lifted from the comics since in the comics Kamala was actually asking to go to a party but it still worked because desi parents do overexaggerate things! That being said, I am kind of wary of how they've firmly slotted Muneeba as the "strict" parent and Yusuf as the "nice" parent when they were both equally strict in the comics. I don't know that I like that change. Anyway I'm also liking her sibling dynamic with Aamir and I'm looking forward to when we see his fiancee since she was really cool in the comics.

Kamala's and Bruno's dynamic is really fun. I did catch those ship teasing, which is... fine, they did that in the comics too. Anyway, they bounce off each other well! I enjoyed what little we saw of Nakia too and I hope we see more of her.

As expected, since I'm ornery like that, I still don't like the changes to her powers. I do appreciate the comic references though, like when she rescued Zoe in a similar way. And the end credits sequence with the art from the comics was VERY cool!

I am cautiously optimistic about the rest of this series!

72 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

#3

I see that "they," Netflix After School. 👀

207 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#2

I absolutely love that Phoenix Parks has an actual goddamn dungeon. I can 100% believe Pauline would be extra enough to have one built. Wonder who else she's thrown in there.

237 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Me: *looking at the cast list for Dead End: Paranormal Park* What do you MEAN the demon guy is voiced by Lily from Hannah Montana?

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My 722 year old vampire gf: "You know I nabbed some funky cat around the French Revolution. She was a real huckleberry over a persimmon al be that she had zero rizz! Like it'd take a whole sack to get me to tink she's all that!"

Me, smelling her days unwashed cock: "P-please put another baby in me"

Hey I understand you want to fuck that forever 60 year old vampire trans fem but what you don't know is that she was born in 1302 and still drops in Middle English mid convo along with all the slang she's picked up over the last 716 years of sentient life and honestly shes kind of unintelligible and still is learning how to use a typewriter