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prettyboyeddiemunson · 1 year ago

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looks that kill.

summary: you're a groupie, who has a night of fun with two members of corroded coffin - eddie munson and steve harrington.

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x rockstar!steve harrington x groupie!fem reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: threesome, oral sex (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, watching in a ceiling mirror, spanking, hair pulling, degradation (slight), ass play (brief), taking photos, mentions of 🍃

a/n: I posted this to my ao3 back in May! reader & characters are 18+.

minors, please do not interact or follow. i will block you.

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“That’s it, baby. Pull my hair again, just like that.”

You looked down at Eddie Munson, the man of every one of your dreams. He was accompanied tonight by his bandmate, Steve Harrington, and you almost had to pinch yourself to assure it was real. You had been following Corroded Coffin around for a year, going to many shows and hanging around backstage, but luck hadn’t been with you then. Other groupies had gotten to them first, and you had to settle on roadies or opening acts. Tonight, however, had been your fortunate night, and you had found yourself in their sights. Conversation turned to kinks, to sex, and a threesome had been proposed by Eddie. You & Steve were immediately on board, and before you knew it, you were being led to Eddie’s hotel room. You were now in his bed, everyone’s clothes scattered around the room, and the smell of pot and cigarettes was blanketing the air. He had a mirrored ceiling above his bed, and you watched everything in it from time to time. You preferred seeing them directly, and what a sight that had been.

“She’s so wet,” Steve said, his bass-calloused fingers caressing your thigh while Eddie’s own fucked you ruthlessly. The sounds of his fingers, and of him licking your clit, were driving you wild with pleasure. “I’ve never seen a prettier, wetter pussy. Have you?”

“Never,” Eddie breathed, groaning as he placed his mouth over your clit and flicked his tongue. “Shit, I’ve never seen a hotter slut, period.”

“Neither have I,” Steve said, pulling Eddie in for a sloppy kiss as you watched them. Eddie’s fingers moved more swiftly, curling around your sweet spot as you gasped sharply. Your grip tightened in their hair, and Steve drew back from the kiss with a smirk. He and Eddie exchanged a glance, with Steve slapping your thigh. You mewled, and Steve smirked again. “Aw, listen to that. She loves it.”

“Of course she does,” Eddie said, lapping at your clit a bit harder. “She’s a depraved little whore. I don’t think she has a single turn off.”

“I don’t,” you said, bucking against their touch. “I want you both of you to fuck me. I want one of you in my ass and the other in my pussy.”

“How about one of us in your throat and the other in your pussy for now?” Eddie suggested. “I really want to see those pretty lips wrapped around a dick.”

“Can I suck Steve off?” you asked. “I really want you to fuck me, Eddie.”

“Then let’s do it,” Eddie said, standing as you groaned impatiently. “None of that, baby. I want you to cum around my dick, not on my face yet.”

“You’re a dream come true,” you said, Eddie coaxing your head to the end of the bed as Steve stood there. “Both of you.”

“Ditto,” Eddie answered, climbing on top of you as he held your mouth open by his thumb. “Keep that mouth open, baby. I also want you to watch, as best as you can, in the mirror. I want to see us both fucking ruining you.”

You tried to speak, so Eddie moved his finger to allow it. “Do you promise? I want this to be memorable.”

Steve slapped your cheek with his cock, causing Eddie to giggle as he held your mouth open again. “Believe me, it fucking will be.”

Steve took that as his cue. He kept your jaw hinged open as he entered your mouth, his own moans joining Eddie’s as he entered you as well. He began pounding your cunt, your filthy moans muffled by Steve’s cock down your throat. He pushed deeper and you choked, causing Eddie to chuckle and wrap his ringed hand around your throat. Eddie could feel the bulge of Steve’s cock, and he squeezed to get a reaction. Both you and Steve mewled, his lashes fluttering as Steve grabbed a fistful of your hair to push impossibly deeper.

“Christ, what a sight this is,” Eddie said, grabbing your jaw next. “Look up, sweetheart. Look in the mirror to see what’s being done to you. Look at yourself taking both of us, like a good fucking girl.”

You did, and instantly saw that he was right. The sight of being fucked like that, from that particular angle, was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. You began touching yourself, and you fully expected one or both of them to slap your hand away. They didn’t; they continued what they were doing, Eddie’s hair in your face as he eclipsed the mirror. He kissed your neck, what he could of your breasts, your jaw, your shoulders. Steve was still holding your hair, shoving in and out at Eddie’s pace. You knew you’d be sore, and not just from their rhythm and speed. Both men were huge, Steve surprisingly moreso, and you knew there was no getting out of this without being unable to walk or talk for a few days. But you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“She’s so tight, Steve,” Eddie said, throwing your legs over his waist for a deeper angle. “How’s her mouth?”

“Incredible,” Steve panted. “I don’t think I’m going to last long, dude.”

“Shoot your load in her mouth,” Eddie demanded. “If that’s okay with you two.”

You nodded as best as you could, as did Steve. He twitched once in your mouth, then twice, and you knew it was almost over for him. You hollowed your cheeks, reaching up to jerk him off every time his cock came out. Your other hand clung to Eddie, clawing his back each time he slammed into your sweet spot. He watched both of you, occasionally licking Steve’s shaft when it reappeared. That was it for Steve, and he filled your mouth with cum and the air with moans of your name. You mewled hotly as his taste flooded your tongue, Eddie moving his head so that you could see in the mirror again. The sight, plus Steve’s taste, triggered your own orgasm, and you rubbed your clit even harder at the sight of it. Both men watched ravenously, Steve pulling out so that they could hear your moans properly. You didn’t disappoint them, and they gave you a moment before Eddie pulled out and yanked you up.

“Did you swallow his cum?” Eddie asked.

“Not all of it,” you said.

“Open up,” Eddie instructed. “I want to see what’s left.”

You did so, and Steve & Eddie groaned as they saw. “Damn, I wish we had a camera,” Steve said.

“We do, remember?” Eddie said, grinning as he got up to retrieve a Polaroid camera. “It’s for shows, but I think we can make some exceptions for her.”

Eddie snapped a photo of your cum-coated tongue, then another of your breasts & pussy upon your consent. “Shit, that’s gonna be good material to beat off to.”

“I agree,” Steve replied. “It’s gonna be so much better than any magazine.”

“You’re telling me,” Eddie said. “So will the one where she rides my dick.”

“You’re a lucky bastard,” Steve said, watching as Eddie pulled you onto his lap. He laid back on the bed, smiling as you straddled him. “She’s so damn hot.”

“She’s the hottest groupie we’ve ever fucked,” Eddie said, eyeing you lustfully as you rubbed your pussy against his cock. “Don’t tease me, y/n. That’s a dangerous game you’re playing there.”

“I wish we could keep her,” Steve said, his hands slowly running up your sides. “I’d love to fuck her every night after a show.”

“Maybe we could,” Eddie considered, biting his lip as you sunk onto his cock. “Fuck, I still can’t get over how goddamn good she feels.”

“I wanna feel her, too,” Steve said, kissing your neck from behind as he cupped your breasts. “So badly.”

“You can later,” Eddie replied, watching as you began bouncing on his cock. He looked up at the ceiling mirror, groaning as he did so. “Both of you, look up.”

You and Steve did so simultaneously, seeing everything from a new angle. You weren’t watching for long, however, as Eddie gave a sharp thrust from below. You met his eyes in the mirror first, then again when you looked down at him. He was angelic, with his curly dark hair spread over his pillow, his cheeks flushed, his full lips parted. Steve was kissing your neck and shoulders, while you worked on setting a steady rhythm with your hips. You braced yourself on Eddie’s chest, nails digging in as his cock fucked against your sweet spot.

“Move your hands away from her tits, Steve,” Eddie demanded. “Wanna see them properly.”

Steve did so, reaching down with one hand to play with your clit. He sucked a dark hickey on your neck, right where your shoulder connected. Eddie gazed into the mirror every time you sped up, then would eye you from head toe, before meeting your eyes. Each time you clenched around him, his eyes would roll back and his grip on you would tighten. He watched your breasts as Steve continued touching you, his fingers occasionally tweaking your nipples before Eddie swatted his hand away to do it himself. He moaned when he groped your tits, your nipples hardening further under his touch as you bounced even harder.

“Such a sexy whore,” Eddie remarked, slapping your hip as Steve rubbed your clit quickly. “Are you going to cum again? With me this time?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, scratching down his chest as hard as possible while he twitched inside of you. “Please…I can’t wait for you to cum inside of me.”

“I will,” he said, squeezing your breasts as he watched you. “Do it with me, baby.”

Steve held your throat in one hand, squeezing slightly as his other hand still worked your clit. He choked you a little harder, and that, along with riding Eddie, did you in. As soon as you came, Eddie did as well, filling you up with a groan of your name. Steve was getting hard again; you could feel him against your ass. You rocked backward, delighting in the mewl that slipped into your ear. His breathing also quickened, and you chuckled as you tried to get off Eddie’s cock to kiss Steve. Eddie had other plans, however, and he held you in place upon consent, before turning you onto your back while still inside of you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but he was still rock hard, and the new angle caused you to cry out in ecstasy as he began thrusting. Steve lay next to you, one hand wrapping around his semi-hard cock as he watched.

“I’m not finished with you, baby,” Eddie said, grinning. “In fact, we’re only getting started.”

“Shit,” Steve groaned, stroking his cock. “Do you want some pictures of this?”

“You bet I do,” Eddie said. “Be a good boy and take some, will you?”

“Please do it,” you begged. “And Eddie, please don’t stop fucking me.”

Steve grabbed the camera, and began snapping away. He lay down again after a few minutes, watching it in the ceiling as he jerked off. Eddie was sucking your tits, his fingers rubbing your overstimulated clit as you whined and squirmed. Eddie was sweating, his hair damp with it, the smells of that and sex nearly overpowering that of weed & cigarettes. He pulled out, throwing you onto your stomach and giving your ass a hard slap. He pulled your head up as Steve took another photo, before he set it aside to move closer to you.

“Can I please fuck her now?” Steve asked. “I’ve waited so long already, dude; I don’t think I can any more.”

“Alright,” Eddie said. “As long as y/n is okay with it.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please. I wanna feel his big dick inside of me.”

They switched positions, while Eddie went to retrieve something. Steve began fucking you hard, while Eddie dug around for what he was looking for. He came back with condoms and a bottle of lube after a short time, chuckling when he saw your confusion. He squirted some lube onto his fingers before coaxing Steve off of you, giving him a light swat at his impatience. Eddie pressed his slick fingers to your hole before circling them, pressing one inside of you with a mewl. You moaned as well, clawing at the sheets as Eddie pushed in to the final knuckle. Steve reached for the camera again, but Eddie stopped him.

“Go put that on a tripod,” he instructed. “While you’re at it, get the camcorder and a blank tape, too.”

You moaned at that. “We’re going to make a sex tape?”

“If that’s what you want,” Eddie said as Steve grabbed the items.

“Fuck yes,” you said. “I wanna see both of you fucking me like that.”

“You’ll get that, and more,” Eddie said, adding a second finger as Steve sat everything up. “The night is young, remember?”

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plubbo · 11 months ago

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The Bad Batch Flower Field Scenarios!!

it's my bday week and i felt like writing smth cute soo

You and the Batch take a trip to a peaceful planet with vast, blooming fields! All scenarios are romantic except Omega’s!

pairings: the batch x fem!reader (i mean it could be gender neutral if u squint?)

warnings: none, just fluff :)

Hunter

You walked far out into the tall grasses, sticking your hand out slightly to the side to feel them brush against your fingers as the wind pushed them to and fro. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, enjoying the sounds of the quiet rustling of vegetation and the calming chirps of birds.

A clearing of the throat came from behind you. It broke your moment of enjoyment, but when you turned around to see who it was, you didn’t mind at all.

Hunter stood tall with his hands behind his back. He wore a sort of stunned look on his face as he stared at you, and his hair had been slightly tousled from the wind, but you couldn’t have imagined him looking any better.

“Hello, dear,” you said softly, your voice almost a whisper.

He gulped, you could see his throat bob up and down slightly.

“...I picked these out for you,” he murmured before moving his hands from behind his back to show a bundle of delicate, yellow wildflowers. “These ones smelled the best, so–”

You interrupted him by placing your hands gently on either side of his face. You pulled him in for a tender kiss, and smiled so widely your cheeks started to ache. His gesture left you speechless, and you found that this was the only way to express how you felt in the moment.

“You’re welcome,” he managed to say, smiling back at you.

You took the bundle of flowers into your hands and brought them close to smell them. He was right, these flowers’ pleasant fragrance filled your sinuses, and you let out a happy sigh.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“Ditto,” he chuckled as he grabbed you by the waist to give you a peck to the forehead.

(please someone tell me u got the reference😭)

Crosshair

Crosshair stood on the steps of the Marauder with a toothpick in between his lips as he watched you dance and twirl through the grass and flowers. He couldn’t help but let out a little huff of amusement; your giggles were contagious.

You, on the other hand, didn’t even notice he stood there watching you. You were too busy spinning around and laughing at nothing. The opportunity to frolic in a beautiful and vast field such as this didn’t come around too often. You had to take advantage of it.

You finally stopped and simply collapsed onto the grass. You stared up at the fluffy clouds in the sky, grateful that they blocked the sun from blinding you.

Crosshair, after seeing you fall down, became worried that you might have passed out for some reason. He approached you and let out a quiet sigh when he saw that you were, in fact, not passed out.

“Oh! Crosshair! Lay down with me!” You pat the ground next to you, gesturing that you wanted him to be there with you.

His eyes shifted to his surroundings, then to you. He sat down beside you and he seemed sort of.. uneasy.

“Something wrong, hon?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. But that’s exactly what’s wrong,” he muttered.

You turned to lay on your side and propped your head up on your palm.

“Something has to go wrong,” he continued, almost sinisterly. “I can feel it. It’s too peaceful here. Something will go terribly wro–”

“Shh! Something bad will happen if you keep thinking about it,” you interrupted him. You could kind of see where he was coming from, but it saddened you a little to know that he felt like that.

You took his hand in yours, giving it a little squeeze. You placed your other hand on his chest, very gently pushing him down to lay against the grass. “Just relax.. Breathe… Enjoy this moment while you can,” you said calmly, hoping that you could ease his worries. “We’re gonna be okay.”

He smiled weakly up at you and nodded his head. He closed his eyes and you could see his tense muscles relax gradually.

You wrapped your arm around him and rested your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes as well. You both stayed like that for a long while, bathing in the warmth of each other and the feeling of safety.

Tech

You wandered out of the ship with your fingers intertwined with Tech’s. You looked over to him and, much to your surprise, his face hadn’t been buried in his datapad. Still, you noticed it hung from his utility belt.

During your trek, he would occasionally point out a bug he saw and explain the many aspects of it to you. You always found his little ramblings to be quite endearing, even if the topics he spoke of didn’t always engage you fully.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. Your steps came to a stop as well and you turned to look at him curiously.

“Look,” he murmured, pointing the index finger of his free hand at a flower with a dainty, yet magnificent butterfly. Its wings were a vibrant black and yellow, and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet “Ooh” despite having a small distaste for bugs and insects.

“That is papilio zelicaon, or more commonly known as an anise swallowtail,” he explained. “Take a look at the blue spots on the bottom of its wings.”

You leaned forward slightly and squinted your eyes, nodding your head when you saw the characteristic he pointed out. Its wings seemed to almost shimmer as they fluttered slowly. “This butterfly is beautiful,” you breathed in awe.

“It is incomparable to you,” he said smoothly as the two of you watched the swallowtail take off to the skies. You tried to bite back your smile, but it still showed.

Your walk with Tech resumed, and you looked around the field curiously until a plant caught your eye. You were unsure as to what it was, but it was eye-catching nonetheless. You let go of Tech’s hand and knelt down to get a closer look at the flower. The feeling of your hand leaving him caught him a little off guard.

“Tech, what’s this?” You looked up at him, with a little spark of curiosity in your eyes. It was clear to him now that you were more interested in flora than bugs.

“That is coreopsis tinctoria, better known as plains coreopsis.” He knelt down beside you to look at it as well. “The coreopsis tinctoria is widely abundant, especially in plains and fields. The vibrant colors of the petals were once used for dyes, and since they are edible, they were also used to be infused with water.”

“My genius,” you sighed sweetly. You gave him a playful peck to the forehead.

He turned his gaze to the ground and adjusted his goggles’ position awkwardly. You could tell he was a little flustered, and it made you laugh lightly.

You picked one of the flowers before standing up, and he followed suit. You took hold of his hand like you did before and held out the flower you picked with a grin on your face.

“Here you go.”

“Oh. Thank you,” he replied succinctly, taking the flower into his free hand. You both continued your stroll through the field until the sky turned to a speckled navy blue, and you noticed that he kept the flower in his hand the entire time.

Echo

You dashed out of the ship almost as soon as it landed, running off far into the field. You dropped to your knees after finding a patch of pretty flowers and you began to pick them like there was no tomorrow. You weaved the stems of the various flowers until you created a ring of vibrant colors from red to white.

“What do you have there?” a familiar voice asked from behind you.

You turned your head around and grinned when you saw that it was Echo.

“It’s a flower crown,” you replied excitedly. “It was actually meant for you, so,” you stood up and dusted yourself off before placing the flower crown around his head, “here you go!” You stepped back and looked him up and down before nodding your head. “Yup, looks amazing,” you chuckled.

He reached up to feel the crown and adjusted it slightly. He smiled at you and nodded his head gratefully. “Thanks, cyare.”

You stepped close to him and gave him a tender kiss to the cheek.

“Can I watch you make another one?”

The question surprised you a little; you didn’t expect him to ask you a question like that. “Oh, sure! I need your help choosing flowers to use, though.”

He nodded eagerly and linked his right arm with your left as you both searched the field for flowers you liked.

Finally, you finished picking flowers. You found a place on the ground to sit and started to put them all together into one ring just like you had done with the crown atop Echo’s head.

“You basically have to take the stems of the flowers and weave them together.. Like you’re braiding someone’s hair, but with flower stems,” you tried to explain to him. He sat with his full attention turned to you. He wasn’t even really paying attention to the flower crown, just you and the way the wind moved your hair to cover your face slightly.

“Then, you have to add another flower–” He reached out and gently tucked your hair behind your ears. “Oh, haha, thanks,” you laughed. You could feel your skin grow warmer, so you looked back down at the flower crown to hide it.

The flower crown was finished a few minutes later, and you set it on your own head. “Now we’re matching!” You smiled so brightly it seemed to outshine the sun.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly before cupping your cheek with his hand and pulling you in to give you a soft kiss.

Wrecker

When the ship touched down on the flowery planet, you and Wrecker walked out of the ship excitedly. You both carried out items to use for your picnic.

“It’s so nice out here..” You let out an awe-filled sigh as you looked out at the colorful flowers that bloomed in pretty little patches throughout the entirety of the field. The weather felt just perfect, and the fact that Wrecker was with you made everything even better.

“You can say that again,” he laughed, taking your hand in his as you scouted out for a nice flat area to set up your picnic.

Once you found a suitable area, you spread out a large cloth on the ground and sat down, patting the space next to you to get Wrecker to sit beside you. He did so and placed the box of snacks in the small space between the two of you. He opened it and handed you a sandwich before grabbing one for himself.

You had made the sandwiches for this picnic, but there was nothing special about them. If anything, they were subpar. You made them out of discounted bread, thin, almost soggy pieces of lettuce, and some cheap meats that you got from a shady stall on Ord Mantell. Despite this, you still found Wrecker chowing down on them and enjoying them.

You took a bite out of yours and frowned as you chewed slowly. You struggled to swallow your bite and looked up at Wrecker worriedly.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make anything nicer than this,” you mumbled, a little upset with what you made. You almost couldn’t believe that he could eat these sandwiches with such ease.

“You kiddin’? These are the best sandwiches I’ve ever had!”

You gave him a look of suspicion and now you felt even worse. He was just saying that to make you feel better.

It’s almost like he read your mind, as he started to console you. “It's the thought that really counts! Makes everything a whole lot better knowing that you made these for me,” he said sincerely, hoping that his words helped. “I mean, you could’ve skipped out on sandwiches,” he continued, “but you didn’t! You put in the extra effort to make these! That’s what makes it taste good, not the stuff inside it!”

He grinned at you and your heart melted. You wondered how you got so lucky to have a guy like Wrecker in your corner.

“Thanks, love,” you murmured. You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh of contentment as your body relaxed against his. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in closer so he could kiss the top of your head.

“I’ll eat yours if you don’t finish it.” He nodded his head towards the sandwich you took a bite out of earlier.

“Please,” you laughed as you handed it to him.

Omega

You ran through the boundless field, panting and laughing as you kept your eye on Omega as she ran in front of you. You never thought it’d be so difficult to play tag.

You reached your arm out and urged your legs to move a little faster until your fingertip finally poked the back of Omega.

“Tag!” you shouted out, turning and sprinting in the opposite direction as fast as you could.

You could hear Omega’s fast footsteps gaining on you, and you were already tired from trying to tag her, so it would be fairly easy for her to tag you back. You ran in zig-zags, hoping to throw her off a little, but she kept up.

Eventually, Omega got impatient with all the running, so she leapt forward and landed on you. She tackled you down to the floor and could barely call out “Tag” in between laughs.

“Hey! I thought we ruled out tackling each other,” you chuckled as you both sat upright, using this much needed moment to catch your breath. “Jeez, I didn’t know you could run like that.. You’re killing me!”

“I’m not even tired,” she replied proudly, straightening her posture.

“Pssht– Yeah, right!” You rolled your eyes and laughed a little.

“So, what are we gonna play next? More tag?” she asked energetically. You truly did not know how someone could have such an immense store of energy.

You shook your head tiredly. “No, no.. No more tag..” You couldn’t help but be honest with her. Playing tag with Omega was like chasing a wild kaadu. “Hmm… Well, if you’re still in the mood to run, why don’t we get the others to play duck-duck-goose? It’s a bit easier than tag.”

“Duck-duck-goose? What’s that?”

“I’ll tell you later. Race you to the ship!” You stood and hurried to go back to the ship.

“Hey! You got a head start!” she yelled as she scrambled to her feet to run after you.

After gathering the rest of the team, you told them how to play the game and the rules. After making sure everyone understood, Omega started off.

“Duck.. duck.. goose!” She tapped Hunter’s shoulder, and he quickly stood to run after Omega. He was obviously shortening his steps to make the game more challenging for himself, but he ended up tagging Omega before she got back to Hunter’s place on the ground anyway.

The game continued on until everyone had run at least three times. They all seemed to be slightly winded, but having fun nonetheless.

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theflaggerrrr · 3 months ago

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a flag for people who ship suselle deltarune or ship themselves with noelle deltarune, and are pansexual themselves if that snot too complicted? this should fit in the whitelist since it says ships- if not tho this ask can be deleted

" Pansexual Suselle Shipper (Top), Pansexual Noelle Selfshipper/Yumeshipper (Middle) & Noelle Selfshipper/Yumeshipper (Bottom) "

Pansexual Suselle Shipper: A term for Suselle (Susie x Noelle) shippers who are pansexual.

Pansexual Noelle Selfshipper/Yumeshipper: A term for self/yumeshippers who ship themselves with or whose yume is Noelle.

Noelle Selfshipper/Yumeshipper: Ditto, but without the pansexual part.

Note: For the love of me I couldn't find a better PNG of Susie. Give her some justice!!!! She's a JPEG!!!!

[ID: A transparent image that says "Willy holds no DNI, but is not afraid to block." with a picture of the account's mascot (mentioned in the introduction) upside down.]

#mogai #willy makes sillys #lgbt #queer #deltarune #suselle #susie deltarune #noelle deltarune #selfship flag #yumeship

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siderealsandman · 6 months ago

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just finished reading mending warped designs and im so sorry bc you probably heart this a lot so i mean it in the most respectful way possible but... are you abandoning that fic? 😭 or are you just on an undefinite hiatus?

i NEVER read fics that are unfinished, but after finishing T&C, i simply HAD to venture into that alley. and im not disappointed. as much as i hate angst, your writing and world builiding is simply miraculous, for lack of a better word. the work you've done is a masterpiece, and i mean it. might be the best work of fiction ive ever read. it would be a real shame to abandon it, but i understand if you have things that are more important :) your health and happiness should be your utmost priority ❤️

that being said, i really do hope you choose to continue writing it. masterpieces don't just appear, they take a lot of work and dedication and im so, SO glad you took the time to put in the effort to create something so beautiful.

best of wishes xx

Thank you so much! I appreciate all the love and feedback I've gotten on my ML fics over the years.

With Miraculous I feel like I kinda grew out of the setting/fandom (doesn't help that most of my friends I met in it moved on) but overall T&C came from a place of frustration with canon I no longer feel. That and MWD had me with the worst case of writer's block that I resolved by writing something else (two something else's).

I have the last scene of MWD written but need to put together the connective tissue which I find it hard to get in a headspace to write. When I have time to write, I typically want to tend to The Games of Divinity or Devil Summoner: Akechi Goro. I do plan on finishing it...but can't promise when.

If you're interested, however, I do have the final scene below

Context: Marinette and Adrien are at a party with the rest of the heroes when Dr. Oliver attacks again, leading the pair of them to leave and take down their enemy while Team Paris rests.

Despite the crowds of people fleeing for their safety, Marinette was in a better mood than she had been in for a long time.

"Now this feels familiar," Adrien mused, tugging Marinette out of the way of a pack of panicked tourists. "Everybody in their right minds is running away from danger, and here we are running towards it."

"Must be something wrong with us," Marinette chuckled.

"Of course there is," Adrien said, tugging her into an empty cafe. "If we were normal, we wouldn't have volunteered."

Two flashes of light later and Ladybug led her partner out the other entrance and onto the rapidly emptying street. "I wonder what the venn diagram of lunatics and superheros looks like."

"It's basically a circle," Chat Noir said as some of the people fleeing for their lives slowed down to take a picture.

"Go get em Ladybug!" One person yelled as they ran to safety.

"Kick his ass Ladybug!"

"Good to see you're back Ladybug!"

"Oh my god Ladybug!"

"Ladybug, can I have your number-"

"Hey, you know what's cooler than Ladybug? Not being destroyed by dinosaurs; get to safety before someone T-Wrecks you," Chat Noir said, shooing a small crowd of pedestrians towards a bunker. "Go on, get! Jeez, you need to have a word with your fan club about personal safety."

"Don't tell me you're jealous of all the attention I'm getting," Ladybug chuckled.

"I've spent the last four years deliberately trying to avoid attention," Chat Noir sniffed. "Besides, Paris is kinda slow to forget; I'm sure most of these people still think I was up to something fishy with Hawky."

"I get the crowds of screaming fans, you get all the superhero clout," Ladybug said, awkwardly waving at a crowd of passing tourists all delaying their escape to snap pictures of the newly returned heroes. "Somehow I think you got the better deal."

"Now who's jealous?" Chat Noir asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "They'll come around…I'll make sure of it."

Ladybug nodded, noticing the furtive glances sent Chat Noir's direction. "Yeah…ditto."

Ladybug stopped in the middle of the street, watching Chat Noir's back as he stepped past her. "Hey…are you sure about this?"

"What, running solo against a guy with some lab-grown dinosaurs?" Chat Noir chuckled. "What's there to worry about?"

"No, I meant…" Ladybug trailed off with a shake of her head. "Forget it."

"I know what you meant," Chat Noir said, glancing over his shoulder. Somehow, the spectral eye that looked her over didn't seem as threatening as it used to be. There were glimmers of Adrien, her Adrien, under the overwhelming mantle of Chat Noir. Enough for Ladybug to latch on to as he smiled.

"I'm here because I want to be," Chat Noir said, turning around and leaning on his staff. "Because I want to try…I don't need to be sure about anything else."

That doesn't scare you? Ladybug thought.

Who says it doesn't? Chat Noir thought back with a wink. "You should spend a little less brain power worrying about me, Ladybug; we're gonna need those smarts to send these creeps back to the Jurassic period."

"I thought I'd let you take the lead on this one," Ladybug said, falling back into step beside Chat Noir. "Give you a chance to flex your own brainpower."

"And I thought I told you I have one strategy," Chat Noir said. "Everything else is just tactics. Besides, what is the correct strategy to deal with a man who has living fossils at his beck and-"

A pterodactyl shaped drone swooped low overhead, launching an electromagnetic rocket at the door of a nearby bank and blowing it clean off its hinges.

"Wait…those are the dinosaurs we're supposed to be fighting?!" Chat Noir huffed, glaring at the drone as it zipped away.

"Yyyyyeah?" Ladybug said. "What's wrong?"

"They're…they're robots!" Chat Noir said. "Just…just some stupid robots!"

"What did you think he had actual dinosaurs for us to-" Ladybug stopped short as she saw the almost heartbroken look on Chat Noir's face. "Oh…oh my god, you actually thought we were fighting real dinosaurs?!"

"I've seen weirder stuff than that!" Chat Noir said, huffing as Ladybug doubled over, clutching her stomach as uncontrollable peals of laughter echoed off the mostly empty street. "I was told this was a professor who uses dinosaurs to rob banks but apparently he's just a nerd with a Transformers fetish!"

"Oh…Oh, I'm sorry, is this beneath you?" Ladybug laughed. "What, you fight dragons for a couple of years and suddenly you're too good for robot dinosaurs?"

"I'm the apex predator; not some…some…ugh, I'm so disappointed I can't even metaphor correctly!" Chat Noir growled.

"His Majesty only deigns to sully his little kitty paws with real monsters, thank you very much," Ladybug wheezed. "Theeeeee Apex Predator needs worthwhile prey; none of this toy-aisle garbage."

"Shut up," Chat Noir laughed, completely oblivious to the dinobot stomping down the street behind him until the hot gust of steam from its nostrils washed over the back of his head. Something about the way Ladybug laughed had a funny habit of making him forget the kind of danger he was in, even after so much time apart.

"No, don't even bother!" Chat Noir said, ignoring the robotic snarl that came from the dinobot. "It's ruined! This whole day is totally ruined! I thought we were going up against someone worth our time but all we got is a model kit builder and his army of toys!"

"Hey!" A booming voice shouted as a large pterodactyl drone descended, powered by hovering jets that only seemed to piss Chat Noir off more. The top opened and out stepped an equally angry looking professor in a black lab coat and goggles.

"And I'm guessing that's our target," Ladybug said, flicking the gigantic T-Rex in the nose as it leaned in closer to her and leaving a divot in the machine's steel frame.

"Who dares question the paleontological engineering genius of-" Dr. Oliver stopped as he spotted Chat Noir. "...Chat Noir?"

"No, I'm a very disappointed kitty who wanted to chase lizards today," Chat Noir said.

"And…" Dr. Oliver pointed at Ladybug. "Wait, when did you get back?"

"Three days ago; haven't you heard?" Ladybug said, bumping her shoulder into Chat Noir's.

"I was in jail on bank robbing charges," Dr. Oliver said. "They only played football and reruns of terrible BBC baking shows."

"Well, here's the only news story you need," Ladybug said. "Ladybug and Chat Noir are back in Paris."

"And more than ready to stick our Little-foots up your tin can tailpipe, you tacky old veloci-loser!" Chat Noir spat, cracking his knuckles. "Get my hopes up, will you…"

"You got your hopes up," Ladybug pointed.

"And I'm taking it out on him!" Chat Noir said, brandishing his baton in the perturbed professor's face. "Come out of the Zord with your hands in the air and I'll see if we can get you some Land Before Time DVD's to entertain you in prison."

"But…how?!" Dr. Oliver stammered. "How are you…I-I thought you two were finished!"

"We were, but…" Ladybug spared a smile for her partner. "Life…finds a way."

The hiss of dozens of whirring servos drew her attention to the small pack of robotic velociraptors that closed in around them. At the far end of the street, a large mechanical triceratops angled three cannons in their direction while a small pack of pterodactyl drones whirred overhead.

"So…little guys are worth one point?"

"Big suckers are at least five," Ladybug agreed.

"And the big guy has to be a dime," Chat Noir said, teeth flashing as he snapped his staff out to full length. "No cheating now."

"I trust you'll keep me honest," Ladybug said, springing into the air alongside her partner. They hung for a moment in mid air, suspended above the encroaching crowd of mechanical monsters, before diving like twin falling stars into the melee, back to back as it always should have been.

#mending warped designs #my writing

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beautifulpersonpeach · 10 months ago

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BPP I'm so exhausted and heart broken over this NewJeans mess. Funny thing is I got into the group after seeing you talk about them late last year, I fell in love with Ditto and started watching them closely. I saw how MHJ would treat them and smile at them in candid shots like the Lolla show, and felt at ease that they would continue to succeed with her managing them.

But since this issue started when I try to express why I'm uneasy with HYBE controlling NewJeans, I'm downvoted to negatives on reddit and qrted to hell on Twitter. Army friends have unfollowed me even though I've said I'm against the hate on BTS. I don't even stan NewJeans the way I do BTS, but because I'm critical of Hybe and siding with Ador, I'm called all sorts of names and yesterday Armys tried to suspend my account. Even BigHit's former choreographer has come out in support of Ador, other idols have publicly come out in support of NewJeans and N Capital came out to refuse Hybe's claims that MHJ met them to take Ador out. I feel things are not as Black and White as Armys are saying about this issue, and that NewJeans is under risk if MHJ leaves.

Everybody is calling me crazy and on one hand it's whatever. I know how kpop stans are in general so I'm not surprised, but I'm truly starting to worry. I started writing this ask 3 times before settling on what I've written now, because I kept getting choked up. I know its just kpop and I shouldn't be this attached, but I'm so scared BPP. Those girls are not even 2 years old as a group and their future is already looking so bleak when at the start of this year, their future was so bright. I remember you said they might technically even get a Grammy nomination this year. I feel sad and angry but I'm unable to express myself freely in all the fandom spaces I usually spend time in.

What should I do? How can I handle this? If it were you, what would you do? Sorry if this ask is super whiny but you always have good advice and I need some right now.

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Listen, you already know what you should do. You just seem to lack the will to do it, at least that's what it seems like.

ARMY is the largest fandom in k-pop and they've deemed NewJeans as persona non grata. Most other HYBE fandoms also aren't looking too keenly on NewJeans and with how obsessive k-pop stans are in everything they do, this will be a long-term problem for NewJeans and their fandom. If Bunnies were a bigger fandom it wouldn't be too much of a problem, but they aren't, so the lifetime of the group is already halved.

If you only got into NewJeans six months ago and you're already this attached, you need a cold turkey break. Things are looking grim given the girls have expressed support for MHJ, and it's very unlikely HYBE will lose this case. Those girls are more or less done, so I'd say you should cut your losses and start detaching from them now to spare yourself more heartbreak later. Also, block the 'ARMY friends' who are downvoting, quote tweeting, and otherwise harassing you. You're in fandom to enjoy a community about the things you love, not to get stuck in never-ending arguments with people who have little else going on in their real lives.

The primary danger of k-pop, is getting sucked in. A lot of people here are fully, irredeemably sucked in. On both sides of this matter, ARMYs, Bunnies and kpoppies alike, the majority of this crowd is people who think they are normal but have lost any real semblance of perspective on what this industry is and of their place in it. You need to cut loose because you seem to already be in a somewhat fragile state, and what this space does is pervert that hurt you feel into a tribal sort of resentment.

I can't really say what I would do if I were you, because I don't feel attached to NewJeans the way you do. It's a shame the girls have become collateral damage, but given how quickly they became massively successful in this industry, this is unfortunately a more expected outcome for them, than not. It's sad, but that's the nature of things here. I like BTS, but like I've said many times before, I don't see myself as having any significant influence over their careers and choices. Whatever they choose to do with HYBE or whatever is their business, I simply keep supporting them for as long as I like them and the music they make.

This mess with HYBE is peculiar (and different from the 50-50 case) because NewJeans and ADOR are saying they don't want to leave HYBE (yet), while HYBE is punishing them as though they are asking the courts to let them leave HYBE. It's created a situation such that even if NewJeans stays or leaves, they are in a sense doomed, to be blunt. And you need to make your peace with that.

Some ideas to help:

A cold turkey break is very needed. The way you're talking about this group doesn't seem healthy. It wouldn't seem healthy if you were talking about BTS either. It might be a good idea to block anything related to k-pop for the next two weeks. Things will only get messier because the stakes are high, and HYBE has shown they have no problem going low. For your sanity, I really think you should stay away cold turkey and tightly curate your online spaces when you return.

Consider stepping away from Twitter and Reddit. I'm less familiar with Reddit but for Twitter, you have the option of making your account private, blocking the ARMYs harassing you, finding more sensible Bunnies to commiserate with, using lists to keep up with topics and accounts, etc.

Consider spending more time on Phoning. After taking some time to cool off, use NewJeans' app to connect more directly with the girls to show them love and support.

Try to focus on the music. NewJeans will have comebacks on May 24th and June 21st. The best way to support those girls now, is to focus on their music and support that. Personally, I've already ordered full sets of their albums since this might be the last ones we see with Min Heejin's creative direction. (Also, they might become collectable lol). Of course I hope that's not the case, but supporting their music is the most direct way to support the girls right now, in my opinion.

I'm sorry you're in this state, I'm even more sorry that the girls are in this state, but you need to detach and remember they have their own lives, are making their own choices, and that has nothing to do with you.

Good luck.

#newjeans #ador #min heejin #kpop #kpop fandom #bts army #fandom behaviour

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frikatilhi · 4 months ago

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you're honestly awesome and a delight to have around, both your writing and just your sheer presence 😌 you make excellent points and observations, you're funny, and it's so fun to talk to you each time 💞 AND i get to see freddie mercury every time i open your blog (which is: often)

askfha ok this might have been a mistake because I can't take compliments but thank you, ditto, I love you, blocked etc

ask game

Here, have pictures of Freddie Mercury:

Bonus:

(ad from a Finnish newspaper in 1974)

#ask #freddie mercury #i guess????

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wishuroses · 2 years ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ now playing 𓇼 part of your world ⋆ halle bailey

*⠀karina !⠀🐚⠀any prns.⠀nineteen.⠀black.⠀beginner writer who writes for fun.⠀a bit ia currently.⠀enjoy your stay⠀⠀!!!

ⓘ below the cut is a list of my works, updated as of 05/05/2023.

disclaimer: all characters listed are aged up accordingly, unless explicitly stated otherwise. updates are slow and requests are closed ! also going through some really intense writers block. :(

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everyone.

✶ texts with the groupchat┆pt.2┆smau.

✶ avatar boys as romantic tropes┆hcs.

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neteyam.

✶ neteyam as your boyfriend┆hcs.

✶ crybaby┆❝ but you’re my crybaby. ❞┆when neteyam catches you crying because of something your mother said, he comforts you as best as he possibly can.

✶ starry-eyed┆❝ i love you. ❞┆neteyam sneaks off way after eclipse just to come and see you. lovesick neteyam ensues.

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aonung.

✶ such a sure thing┆❝ skxawng. ❞┆you and aonung get into an altercation when you catch him bothering your siblings, he later comes to you and apologizes, begging for your forgiveness; while catching major feelings in the process.

✶ oh say it ditto┆❝ bite me again next time. ❞┆as lo’ak’s twin, you get in just as much trouble as he does, and aonung takes a liking to that.

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lo’ak.

✶ texts with your boyfriend lo’ak┆smau.

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spider.

✶ make a wish┆❝ my wish is you. ❞┆you tell spider to make a wish, but his wish is already sitting right next to him.

✶ experiment┆❝ could i try something? ❞┆norm suggests that spider start experimenting with certain things whenever he’s bored. spider’s hypothesis, however, is something you would’ve never been able to guess.

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rotxo.

✶ crickets . . .

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tsireya.

✶ silence . . .

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kiri.

✶ tumbleweeds . . .

#come say hi! ✉️#:p

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actualtrainerred · 1 year ago

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Introductory post.

Hey, I'm Red, yeah that one, don't make a big deal out of it. I'm 27 now, he/him exclusively rn, and very, VERY autistic. But I'm sure you've all figured that out. Rules for my blog under the cut below the FAQ. Also here's my trainer card, though the pic is... Old.

Q. Are you really Champion Red?

A. Former Champion. But yeah I'm the same guy

Q. Are you secretly a ditto/zorua/ghost ECT.

A. No

Q. Are you secretly a Pikachu

A. Yeah

Q. Can I battle you?

A. Short answer: if you can find me. Long answer: I'm working on setting up on one of those battle simulation games to get some more practice in. Once I do that I'll let you know when we can run one. Its not as fun as the real deal, but it's something. Aside from that, if you meet me irl and I'm not avoiding eye contact, yeah sure. I'm also at the Battle Tree in the summertime this year so. 👍

Q. Can I date you?

A. No, spoken for. Also I don't date fans as a rule.

Q. Why don't you talk?

A. Autism. The same reason my text comes across really blunt. Communication isn't my strong suit. No, I don't think I'm too good or better than you, it's just a feature.

Q. Didn't you write that book?

A. Yeah I sure did, about five years ago now.

Ok housekeeping stuff under the cut.

((Hi hi, I'm Melons and I've been writing for Trainer Red for 11+ years on Tumblr alone! He's one of my favorite muses and it's so nice to be playing him in a way lower stakes environment than my other Red rp blog that's been inactive for a while. I'm 28, he/him, and part of a DID system so updates are... Inconsistent. I like/follow from my self ship blog, @watermelonselfship !

I am used to doing paragraph style rp, so the in character irl pokemon style is new but exciting for me LOL! While this rendition of Red isn't the exact same one as the one from my "main" muse, it's similar because you can't do something for over a decade and not still carry it with you. I also wrote an in character autobiography on AO3, set about five years before the events of this blog!

DNI: Transphobes/general bigots, pedo/incest shippers, anti-selfshippers, and general dickheads. I do block pretty liberally, because I don't have the energy to deal with nonsense lol.

OCS PLEASE INTERACT POKESONAS PLEASE INTERACT SELF INSERTS PLEASE INTERACT DOUBLES PLEASE INTERACT I LOVE YOU ALL ))

#intro post #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokeblogging

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annadasniper · 11 days ago

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chapters 3-4

Walking into the school lobby at 8:15 sharp(nice, we love intervals of 5), I looked around briefly before walking over to where Carter was standing. I dropped my backpack to the floor next to him as I gave him a quick hug. He wrapped his strong, lean arms around me in a comforting grasp that I felt I might die from a lack of. He looked down at me when we broke apart.

“Shortie.”

“Shut.”

“Nah. It’s true. And cute.” He winked at me jokingly.

“You’re just tall. I am perfectly average height. You would know all about average wouldn’t you?” I snickered. I wasn’t lying about being average height, as I’m about 5’5 without my boots. Carter, on the other hand, is about 5’9 and loves to tease me about it. He put the back of his hand to his forehead at my last comment, leaning back slightly as he sarcastically responded, “Oh no, now you know my terrible secret! How ever did you find out?”

“Lucky guess. How are you doing today?”

He stood back up to normal. “I’m doing alright. Woke up a bit earlier than usual, but otherwise everything is as it always is. You?”

Crap. I didn’t want to lie to him and say everything was fine, but I also couldn’t really tell him what I felt was going on.

“I’m alright too,” I said slowly, “Didn’t get the best sleep last night but I’m doing okay. Just tired.”

“You poor thing.” He said, wrapping me in a hug again.

“You know that furnace you call a body is just gonna make me more sleepy, right?”

“Perhaps. Then again, you have said that my warmth helps with all your pains and stuff, so I think a little extra sleepiness is fine, don’t you?”

“I love you.”

“Ditto.”

Once again, as if on cue, the bell rang. Time for first block.

First block came and passed, as did second. Then lunch and third block. All through the day however, I felt a growing sense that something was wrong. It wasn’t until our 4th and final block, College and Career Readiness (CCR for short), that I realised something was different. Occasionally, we would get people to come in and speak to our class about their profession. Apparently, today was one of those days. As we walked in, the lady at the front looked over at me. We locked eyes for only a second, but I was immediately on edge. Something wasn’t right with her. I watched her from the corner of my eye, observing how she interacted with other students and the teacher. Strangely, she seemed completely disinterested in everyone else. I felt uneasy. The pain and phantom feeling in my back began to grow. In my head too. As the lesson started, I spaced out a bit. Turns out that the lady preferred to go unnamed, but was some kind of psychic/horoscope reader thing. She had a small box of rocks and gems in front of her as well as an astrological globe and some weird light thing. I only started paying attention when suddenly Carter poked me gently.

“Wakey wakey,” he muttered, “Activity time.”

I looked up at the woman, who was now searching around in her box of rocks. She had a strange appearance, very pale, thin and skeletal, with really, really long straight black hair that fell all around her. Her clothes seemed strange too, seeming to shift colours slightly without any hint of iridescence or other colour changing fabric types. She suddenly straightened, a small rock in her hand. For some reason she had a handkerchief between the grey stone and her hand. She set the stone on the table in front of her.

“All right, students.” Her voice gave me chills. It had almost a multiplied sound to it, like she was possessed or something. “I have one request for you. I would like to see all of you try to pick up this stone with your bare hand. As you do so, I will read the effect it has on your auras. Who wants to give it a try first?”

I heard a lot of muttering around the room. “What does she mean, ‘try to pick up the stone’? It's just a rock.”, “Who actually believes in this kind of stuff?”, and my favourite, courtesy of my best friend Zack, who loved to mess with teachers and adults he didn’t like, “That’s stupid. What makes you think we’ll need to try to pick it up?”.

The woman turned. “I suppose we have our first volunteer. How about you come see for yourself?” She gestured at the table in front of her.

“Sure.” Zack scoffed, walking up to the front of the room and reaching for the stone.

“What the he__?”

Everyone looked up at him. He was seemingly unable to move his hand any closer than about 3 inches away from the stone. He pushed on the air. His hand didn’t move.

“Thank you, dear.” the woman said cooly, “Let's give someone else a try now. And by the way, that temper needs work, as well as your projection issues.” He looked at her confusedly, then hurried back to his seat. The teacher decided that since the third letter of Zack’s name is c, that we would go in alphabetical order by the third letter of our names. Kinda weird, but I didn’t question it. I watched in confused silence and almost awe as one by one, all of my classmates tried, and failed, to touch the stone then were told some random, previously secret fact about themselves that they needed to fix. I wondered if it was some kind of wild placebo effect, where because everyone had been told that they needed to try to touch the stone, suddenly they couldn’t do it. That idea was almost fully crushed though when Carter finally went up. I knew that placebos didn’t work on him- he’s too stubborn and likes proving things wrong. I do too. There’s a reason why we have clicked so well for over six years now. Carter put his hand near the stone- and couldn’t touch it. He had clearly had the same thought process as me, as he looked utterly bewildered by the force-field-like thing around the stone that prevented him from touching it. He came and sat back down by me.

“Your turn, love. You’re the last one.” Of course I was the last one. On a day where I felt really weird and was for some reason narrating my thoughts and actions like I was in a book, I was going last on a strange activity clearly meant to single someone out. What was next, me actually being able to touch the thing and going all isekai or something? I walked up to the front of the class. There was no way I would be able to touch it. There’s nothing special about me. Why would I be the one to be able to pick it up? I tentatively placed my hand near the stone- and grabbed it. No force field. No resistance at all. Had everyone else just been pretending or something?

“Well that was easy, “ I muttered. The room was dead silent. I looked around. Everyone had an unmistakably baffled look on their face, except Carter of course, who looked thrilled to see that I’d succeeded. That warmed my heart a little.

“I knew there was something strange about you, girl,” a voice said behind me. I turned back to face the woman.

“I could say the same of you.”

She smiled coldly, her eyes lacking any form of light or amusement. “Tell me girl, what is your name?”

I stiffened. “Why should I?”

Our teacher leaned forward in the back of the room, but the lady glared at him, and he shrank back into the corner. She looked at me coldly. I returned the glare. I felt the stone warming up in my hand a bit. I held it out in front of me on my palm and looked at it confusedly. Suddenly I felt my stomach drop. The stone hummed with a strange energy signature, letting off a frequency that for some reason, I could tell was a sound only I could hear. It had shifted colours as well, no longer a dull grey, but split perfectly down its rectangular middle into a brilliant white and shadowy black. The woman’s expression turned from cold, seemingly utter hatred, to one of confusion and terror.

“What- what are you?” she asked, her voice merging into one. I looked at her, puzzled. “A 16 year old human girl, why?”

Her eyes flashed. Had they just turned red for a second? “Don’t lie to us. We know what you are. Now tell us what you are yourself!” She lunged at me, latching her bony hand around my wrist. Carter shouted behind me, and I heard him running up to help. Apparently though, I didn't need it. The woman’s hand began to smoke. “You..” she trembled, “You are not meant to exist. You are no ordinary human.” She collapsed, her hand still locked onto my arm, hers now smoking up to the shoulder. “You, no. You are different. You are lucky I am bound to this form, or I would have taken care of you by now.” I was having a hard time processing all of this. I was frozen in place. My mind was filled with the stone’s humming. I sensed Carter behind me.

“Stop.” I said.

“What?! What the he__ is going on? Why are you two smoking? What is she talking about?”

“I don’t know.” I said, in the most dead sounding voice I’d ever managed. I hadn’t even tried to sound like that. I looked down at the crazy lady-demon thing in front of me. “I pity you. You’re deluded.”

She strained to look at me. Definitely a demon, as she now looked significantly healthier and more beautiful, and her eyes flared red. Almost her whole body was engulfed in smoke now.

“Am I?” She suddenly lurched backwards, muttering something incoherent under her breath. My body suddenly felt like it was simultaneously burning and freezing. The demon finally let go of my arm before disintegrating into a large cloud of dust. Still holding the stupid stone that had caused all this, I collapsed to the floor, trying my best to stay conscious despite the pain. “C-Carter” I sputtered. “Help.” I saw him run to my side, warm brown eyes filled with concern. I felt his arms around me. I felt his comforting presence starting to help dissipate the pain I was in. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to keep me awake. I felt my body go numb, heard Carter shouting for help, and watched as my vision lost colour, then went out completely. My strength was completely gone. I slipped into unconsciousness.

I opened my eyes to see that I was sitting in the middle of an evening forest. I lifted my hand and stared at it for a second. It began to glow. Cool. So I’m dreaming. Nice. I recognised this dream format. I’d had it multiple times before, and I enjoyed it. I stood up, deciding that I wouldn’t do my full dream body transformation here, opting to just slim down my body and bring out my wings. I waved my hand in front of me, and a full-body mirror appeared in the grass. I observed myself for a moment, then willed my skin to clear, slimmed down my nose, and widened my now silver, catlike eyes. I flicked my hair, which automatically lengthened, thickened, and braided itself down my back. There was also a pair of large grey birds’ wings on my back. Satisfied with the partial transformation, I waved my hand again, and the mirror vanished. I looked around the area I had been dropped into. I was surrounded by taigas and evergreens, the evening light streaming into the forest, making a dappled pattern on the forest floor through the leaves and needles. I was in a very small clearing, and I could hear a river burbling nearby. I decided to get a better look at where I was- from above.

I opened my wings, crouched slightly, then in one swift motion jumped and flapped, catapulting myself into the darkening sky. Not that nighttime mattered here- the moon and billions of visible stars were bright enough to maintain most visibility. As was my convenient night vision. I soared high into the sky, a feeling of elation coming over me as I was able to fly again, was in no pain, and was observing one of the most beautiful landscapes my mind had managed to come up with. The spot I’d appeared in was part of a large forest encased in an awesomely huge mountain range, making a large bowl around a valley. This forest housed almost every type of tree I knew of, all in different sections of the huge valley. I flew over to an orchard in the centre, landing in front of a massive oak tree, larger than the diameter of a large sequoia and taller than any redwood to have existed. I could see all sorts of animals living in its branches, as well as around it. A small silver fox appeared out of the roots, walking over to me silently. I knelt down, and it came right up to me and let me pet it. As I did, I started to remember the events that had caused me to pass out and get here. Unfortunately, thinking about that triggered a twinge of pain in my back, and I felt myself starting to wake up. I patted the fox on the head one last time as my vision faded to black.

I jolted upright, expecting to be in the hospital or nurses’ office or something- I was in my bed. My alarm was going off. “What the-” I got out of bed, turning off my alarm as I stood up.

“That was certainly a doozy, wasn’t it?”

“How are you awake? I didn’t wake you up.”

“Well your mind and body was freaking out, we had to help stabilise you for all of our sakes’”

“What do you mean, freaking out?”

“Your hyper realistic dream somehow messed with your brain functions, and it’s having a weird reaction with your back’s phantom feel-”

She was cut off by my sudden gasp of pain as the thought of my phantom wings made me feel as though something was trying to tear its way out of my back. I flopped back on my bed for comfort.

“Was it because of the last dream, where I had wings, or the one before it?”

“Both, really, but mostly the first one. It’s really strange though. Until you blacked out, not even I could tell you were only dreaming.”

I felt uneasy. Now that I was awake I thought back to that dream. Now it seemed pretty obvious that I was dreaming. That must've been why I was narrating, and why some details were either muddled or missing entirely. But then, why am I still narrating? Am I still dreaming?

“Not that I can tell,” Desha said. “I don't think it would be possible for you to still be asleep after all that. Test it out.”

I looked at my hand. Unlike the time in the forest, my hand did not begin to glow. Alright then. “Definitely awake.”

“Cool. Just what I thought.”

I picked up my phone and looked at the date. Tuesday. Wait a minute. I’d last gone to sleep Sunday night.

“What?”

I darted out into the living room, where my parents and siblings were all doing their normal morning routines. My mom looked over at me. “What’s up, honey? You look super tired.”

“I am,” I replied, “I’m also very confused. Did I get sick yesterday or did I act weird or anything?”

My mom looked at me confused. “No, yesterday was entirely normal. For a Monday anyways. Why do you ask?”

“Really weird dream, I guess. I think I’m just tired. I’ll go get ready now” I just said, before going back to my room to get ready for the day. I followed the same routine as I had in the dream yesterday, glancing briefly at my hand every few minutes to make sure again that I couldn’t glow. As soon as I got to school, I looked around fervently for Carter. I spotted him against the back wall of the lobby, talking to Zack. I ran over to the two of them. They both turned, surprised to see me 1, running, and 2, looking so panicked. I darted into Carter’s arms.

“Hey, are you okay?” Carter looked down at me, concern etched all over his face. Zack also looked concerned, his dark blue eyes looking me over, as if looking for an injury that he would definitely be able to see through my modest clothing.

“I-I can’t remember what happened yesterday. Like, at all. Was I here? Did anything abnormal happen or anything?”

Carter and Zack looked at each other, then back at me.

“You were here,” Zack said.

“You did act a little, uh, strange. That’s kinda normal though so I didn't think anything of it.” Carter looked at me as he said that, a sly smile briefly marking his face before turning back to a concerned expression. I narrowed my eyes slightly, but in a joking way. “How strange?”

“You seemed like you were only half awake.”, Carter said, glancing slightly upwards, as he always did while trying to remember things.

“Or like you’d started dissociating again.” Zack said flatly.

“That hasn’t been a problem in a long time. Also, you know it turned out that it was just a placebo effect from my lonely younger self wanting attention.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that it was a similar effect. Also, “ He looked at me, noticing my guilty expression, “You don’t need to feel bad about that. Like you said, you were lonely, and I can’t really blame you for wanting attention.”

“Agreed.” Carter said. I pulled away from him slightly and looked at my hand again. Something felt off. I willed my hand to glow. It didn’t, but I felt it tingle and the pain in my back and head suddenly flared. I winced.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Carter looked at me, somehow looking more concerned than before, but before he could say anything the bell rang. He hugged me tightly. “Tell me if anything happens. I’ll see you next block, alright?”

“Yeah, see you then.” Zack fist-bumped Carter as he departed, then Zack and I made our way upstairs to our first class of the day- anatomy. I just realised that I’m still narrating. What is going on?

I looked at the board as Zack and I sat down at our table in the back. Coincidentally, it looked like today’s lesson was about placebo effects and phantom feelings. Too much of a coincidence for it to be a coincidence. That gave me all the proof I needed to see that I was, in fact, dreaming again. I looked at my hand again, really willing it to glow. My back flared, but I ignored it and focused. Zack looked at me, clearly concerned.

“What are yo-” He was cut off as my hand erupted in golden light, which quickly switched to silver as it spread up my arm. I felt dizzy. As I fell to the floor, I wondered how a dream could imitate my anaemia going haywire so well, and I went unconscious2.

Or unconscious3, really. Now I was entering another familiar dream. It was a very comforting one. I had even come up with a whole backstory for this dream. Basically, in this dream world, science was able to come up with a way to see a person’s dreams/unconscious mind, and had kind of turned it into a test for lucid-ness. So naturally, me and some of my friends/family members ended up participating in a group activity where one of us would get hooked up to the equipment and the rest would watch what happened when the scientists played a song for the person. Usually, if a person couldn’t lucid dream, they would just kinda vibe in a white room, which was the dreamscape we were plopped into when hooked up to the reading machine. This was exactly what happened to everyone in my group, then, me being the only known lucid dreamer, it was finally my turn to go last. I was put on the equipment, a weird electric-chair looking thing with a funny looking helmet. I felt myself being pulled into the white spawn room. I looked around the room before locating the camera. A man’s voice played on the intercom. “Alright girly. Show us what your mind does with this song.”

A familiar and pleasant song began to play. Fly Away by TheFatRat. I closed my eyes for a moment, and willed the scene to change. Suddenly I was in a forest glade, surrounded by trees and animals. There was a river nearby, flowing steadily towards a distant cliff. I heard the song playing. ‘Come and fly away with me,’. As the song progressed, I ran through the forest. I sang along, “Don’t you be afraid, everything will change, you and I.. “ I saw the cliff approaching and quickened my pace to time it right. “So come and fly, come and fly, come and fly away with me.” The song hit a crescendo and the beat dropped right as I launched myself off the edge, switching to third person pov and watching from the cliff’s edge. As the song hit, “We’re rising!” I launched myself back up into the sky using the wings on my dream body that I had shifted into, spiralling as I went up and finished my full transformation. No longer was I a short, exceptionally average, ordinary human girl. I was taller, my deep reddish brown hair in a thick waist-length braid down my back. My face was perfect, silvery grey eyes with a large almond shape and full, dark lashes, perfect eyebrows, smaller lips than my normal body had(which were a little bit large proportional to my face), a thinner and straighter nose, and a clear and more defined complexion. I had shifted to wearing a short (but still modest) dark grey hoodie with slightly flared sleeves but tight cuffs, and a pair of dark grey, highly flexible pants, both of which complimented my new hourglass figure very well and which both had bright white highlights on the cuffs and the ties on the corset piece attached to the bottom of the hoodie. I had new boots on too, mid-calf black leather wedge boots with a roughly 2 inch heel. I had white fingerless gloves on as well. On my back were a pair of massive birds’ wings, starting at a deep, shadowy black at the top and turning, through a beautiful grey gradient, into a brilliant white at the bottom. On top of my head, just behind the start of my new fringe, which hung in defining curtains around my face, were a pair of small, dark grey horns that pointed up and forward at a slight angle.

I soared through the sky, following myself in third person for a bit before splitting into both first and third person, basically giving myself side-view mirrors. I flew along a deep, green valley towards a large mountain range, swooping and spinning, revelling in the feeling of freedom, flight, and lack of pain. I waved my hands as I passed over certain areas, and golden-green light burst from my small hands, causing trees and other plants to grow or simply become healthier. As the song reached its second crescendo, the sun dipped beyond the horizon and I soared over the mountains. The scene never failed to amaze me. The sky blazed with auroras of all colours, even red, and above that, every star to ever exist. The combination of that and the full moon, which didn’t subtract anything from the brilliance of the bajillions of stars, made the valley and bay below glow in a beautiful silvery iridescent light. I saw every biome on earth encompassed here, with every animal that had ever lived living in harmony. I flew into the sky with the song, and as the intensity grew towards the end, I flew to the ocean, which glowed with bioluminescent algaes and animals, diving in for a moment before immediately resurfacing, triggering a new wave of bright blue light to flash through the water and air where I splashed it. Dragons swooped in from the mountains and swirled around me as I flew to my final destination. As the song ended, I stretched my hand out towards the sky, and towards the glowing golden island in the distant sky. The song ended, and my feeling of elation faded as I was woken from my sleep.

#if you see any typos #no you didnt

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♛ I use any pronouns except she/her (dominantly he/they/thou)

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you getting push back on that post is crazy to me isn't it enough to watch and get invested in something for what it is currently rather than what it will be? I have so many unfinished projects in my own life it'd be crazy to demand polished completion from everything I watch/read. my unfinished sketches and embroidery and abandoned dnd campaigns still brought joy and growth without having a polished thing to present at the end

So what's funny to me is like. I have referenced this before here and elsewhere but like, as a child, I was SO bad at ambiguous and sad endings and my mother was like, not unkind about this, but neither did she coddle it, and I think that laid a groundwork that was really necessary.

My tags, which got lost bc I did NOT expect that post to break containment, do actually touch on how Netflix and other streaming services canceling things to avoid paying people a fair wage fucking suck but yeah here's a list of creative endeavors I participated in or watched/listened to/read that do not as of this posting have endings and I still liked, and many of them aren't even directly attributable to capitalism because this is just a fact of life and art.

As mentioned, both A Song of Ice and Fire and the Kingkiller Chronicles.

Multiple D&D campaigns for sure (I actually don't make D&D characters without a game in mind and find it weird that people do and so I'm like why am I the one arguing for the beauty of the incomplete).

Multiple fics, both mine and others.

King Falls AM, a podcast I binged in like 2018-2019 and despite being a mystery never actually completed bc the creators couldn't agree.

I think Battlestar Galactica 2003 is one of the most brilliant shows of its era and also the finale, which happened when the creators intended it to, is really dumb, and that doesn't undo the fact that I loved everything else.

How I Met Your Mother ends really poorly in a way that arguably undercuts the whole series, but like, I still liked that too.

Ditto for Chuck, which also struggles in that it was on the chopping block most seasons so they kept ending in ways that probably weren't true to whatever the original vision may have been.

I saw Firefly on DVD after it had already been canceled, I think Serenity is good but I don't love all the choices, and Joss Whedon has since been revealed to be a dick but like, I enjoyed myself greatly while watching it.

As mentioned, Heroes. I didn't watch much TV until my teens anyway because we didn't have cable and our reception sucked and we were very much a book household, and this was one of the first series I recall watching from season 1 and it's also the first TV series where I was like yeah I don't care anymore, and it went on for 4 seasons and I think I gave up either late S2 or early S3.

I didn't watch Supernatural, Game of Thrones, nor Grey's Anatomy but all of those are famous for outstaying their welcome, sometimes it's better to burn out than fade away, etc.

I had already long outgrown Harry Potter and started to see its limitations by the time Rowling's transphobia became public but like, now it's not something I would ever recommend to my friends' kids or anything, and that doesn't undo the fact that I did greatly enjoy it as a child and teenager; it was indirectly the reason why I was introduced to the superior fantasy of Diana Wynne Jones, which I do still reread from time to time. (I think the "well I never liked it" mentality about works from artists who end up being terrible people is tied into the "I can't get invested in anything that might end in an unsatisfying manner." Tumblr University's media studies grads are not the brightest stars in the firmament, that's for sure.)

Like, cancellation (let alone cancellation specifically because of the unique shittiness of streaming services) is just one of the many reason things might end in a way you dislike or become difficult for you to enjoy at a later date, and that's just talking about television. Are you really going to deny yourself the joy of anticipation and watching a story unfold in real-time because the thought of something not satisfying you at every single turn is so unfathomable?

(oh, and because this is, as we know, a CR blog much of the time, I should add that this mentality is really pervasive which is wild because your average 3-season canceled Netflix show is probably the equivalent of maybe 9-10 CR episodes; thinking about how many people who now claim C2 is terrible watched 141 episodes and also the person who is iconic to me who unironically asked me what the point was in getting invested in characters who will die re: Chetney)

#answered #thespoonisvictory

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