#im sure i use slightly weird words for things sometimes

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

hate writing fanfic in english this is so humiliating fdgkjhgkjghj

[rainthespiritual]

pt 1 , pt 2

Pre-death Tate Langdon fic PART TWO

btw some trigger warnings for the series as a whole are deffinetly: drug abuse, depression, suicide, and topics similar to that even if they don't show up in this specific part THEY WILL EVENTUALLY so I just want yall to be warned ty

TRIGGER WARNING : Tate langdon is a tw tbh and American horror story in general, smoking, talk of abusive dad and family slightly(it'll be talked abt more in other parts), angst, this part is more tame that the other parts will be, and alot of talk on bullying and angsty teen bullshit yk the drill

summery: Tate invited you to his house and talked to you about wanting to be friends again!

sorry if this is bad I didn't get to edit it cuz im using my phone PLZ ENJOY LETS GET INTO IT YUH

"Meet me here again tommorow, same time."

His words have been repeating in your head since yesterday. I mean yeah almost being caught by a teacher scared you shitless... and you didn't want it to happen again but it seemed almost worth it. the way he makes you feel is worth it. I mean this is the most validated you've felt in months.

You are pulled back to reality, to the smell of musty books and to the sound of the library, "___ you aren't listening again." sighing at your so called friend. you almost snap at her but she continues before you can knowing she now has your attention again. the sound of a distant clock ticking puts you more at ease as you try not to get too deppressed. The library is usually a nice safe space for you but sometimes you are followed, but you just have to deal with it. she goes on for a while before saying something that actually causes you to look up at her,

"Do you see that guy staring at me." she waves her head and your eyes meet Tates. he's sitting down at a distant table with a book in his hands but it's clear he isn't reading it. He smiles when you notice him and its also clear he isn't looking at your friend. He's staring at you.

"Yeah I do Heather.." you break eye contact with him hoping the hotness you feel in your cheeks isn't them turning red. Tate also stops looking in your direction and his attention goes to the book.

"I mean he's cute but he's all quiet and weird, ya know? ..kinda like you." she smiles as you sigh. you aren't quiet she just won't let you get a word in. You look back to the table where Tate was at but he is gone, you look around wondering if he was still in the library but there is no sign of him. not even the book he was reading, he must have taken it. it is common for kids at your school to take books to the tables and leave them if they weren't interested or more likely if they were just trying to seem busy. Tho it being frowned upon it happens quite alot.

"I've gotta go." You gather your things and start to stand.

"..where do you have to go?" Heather your friend scoffs slightly thinking you have nothing better to do.

"I've gotta go to the bathroom actually so.. And class is starting soon, see ya." with that you leave almost as fast as you did yesterday, mostly to avoid more questioning and bitching.

It almost being time to meet Tate you make your way to the bathroom you both were at yesterday. its pretty early but it's nice to have some thinking time. you stare at the door listening making sure no one is coming your way. you'd get questioned deffinetly, especially class starting so soon.. you fidget waiting for the bell to ring but it feels like time is going by way slower than it is. After thinking for a while and the bell not ringing still you decide to go in early, I mean maybe no one's in there? like Tate said almost no one ever comes this way. or maybe Tates there early too? maybe that's why he left the library so soon..

"Tate..?" you walk in slowly praying no one other than Tate is in this bathroom. You cautiously have your eyes closed just incase.

"___?.. You're early, hey." you open your eyes to find a nervous looking Tate.

"Hey yeah I am... is- is that okay, or?" you take a deep breath, the bathroom smells like harsh chemicals and it slightly irritates your nose. "Yeah no its fine, just surprised me is all." what he says makes you feel better and you look up to see him smiling at you, his eyes are red and watery and hes repeatedly wiping his nose.

"is there anything wrong?" you ask genuinely concerned. You seem to notice a wave of sadness on his face, or maybe it was just the smell of this bathroom you felt it irritating your eyes so maybe the same was happening to him? or maybe he was sad, he did tend to look sad. remembering all the small times you looked at him in the halls or at him if he was in the same room as you, he was sad. or atleast not smiling.

"Nothing at all, now that you're here." he walks closer to you, looking down at you.

"me? what do you mean?" you knew exactly what he meant, it just felt so surreal that this tall blonde good smelling guy that just so happened to go to school with you they you also used to be friends with could say this. I mean who would have known. all the boys you were used to interacting with never payed that kind of attention to you.

"I just mean I'm glad you're here. what else would I mean?" you smile again enjoying him saying these things. the validation you felt made you feel great, and he knew exactly what to do to make you feel special. not to say he was lying or anything, he wasn't. His confidence radiated off of him and he knew just what to say.

"well you could mean alot of things." he smirks at your response before pausing.

"Here, sit with me again." He climbs up on the sinks, making sure they aren't wet with his sleeve first. you notice a brownish red stain on his sleeve and decide whether ot not to bring it up. you choose to ignore it climbing up next to him. you take a deep breath noticing how your nose is now used to the harsh chemical smell that is all around the both of you.

"I'm surprised you came," he states looking into your eyes, a weird wave of guilt builds up in your stomach remembering how well you two got along. you truly regret not talking to him and hope you can make up for all the time you two have lost together.

" you know... I think about you all the time." he pushes a section of your hair behind your ear, admiring your face again.

you smile wider at him focusing on his pretty brown eyes. They are so dark and mysterious its not even funny. you also take notice of how dark his undereyes are, he must be tired.

"Is that why you were looking at me earlier? " you nervously smirk watching as he gets up off the counter to stand infront of you.

"we should go to my house." he places his arms on the counter making it so he is looking down on you slightly.

"your house?" you gulp.

"yep, my house," he nods, "we'd have fun I swear. I mean no one's even home." this catches you off guard. I mean a boy inviting you to his house was the last thing you expected to happen. Especially at school, a boy is not only inviting you to his house hes inviting you to ditch school with him at his house.. while no one's home.

"Sure, fuck it!" He leaves first making sure no one is around, you sneak out thanking God no one is around. and somehow you guys make it out without being caught. He leads you and you start to get nervous.

"is- is your house close or?" you gulp feeling a tad bit guilty. You've never missed school on purpose before.

"Actually I was thinking of going somewhere first.." he smirks and puts his hand around your shoulders.

"oh.. where?" the ideas of where he could bring you excited you slightly. The air was clear and the sun was hiding behind some clouds. its a gloomy day yet you were glad you were getting to spend it with Tate, something about him hypnotized you and made you feel ways you never felt before.

"The beach, trust me it's cool. especially on days like this.." he smirks more putting your hand in his, his warm soft touch made you blush. You never felt this way about anyone, he made you feel special.

You both walk in silence just enjoying eachothers company until you make it to the beach. You both sat in the sand admiring the ocean and the gloomy sky.

"do you play hookey alot?" you ask smiling already knowing he often does, you just didn't know what else to say.

"just when I get bored, or sad I guess.. I like to come here, y'know when everything gets too much? I come here.." he sighs looking off into the sea, his eyes are shining with the water and you can't help but to admire his beauty.

"No, I totally get that. I get sad alot too, thats why I go to the library. Usually no one follows me." he frowns looking away in the distance making you unable to look in his eyes anymore.

"y'know.. I don't get why you hang out with those assholes, it's clear they give zero shits about you. all they care about is themselves, even I can tell you that." you frown along with him, you want to tell him off but you can't bring yourself to because in the end... he's right. they don't and never cared about you. they never listen to you about your problems or your feelings. It's always about them them them.

"I know.. that's exactly how it is.. but I have no one else, I'm too scared to be alone." you open up a bit to him about how you feel hoping he will actually listen.

"you wouldn't be alone ___, I'd hang out with you. I mean trust me I'm cooler than all those bitches combined!" he laughs knowing he made you smile.

"then I guess I won't be hanging around them anymore. I got you now." you both smile walking the rest of the way to his house, talking about your past and goofing off.

[bright-and-burning]

I am really intrigued by how your writing process sounds. Do you like write summaries in an outline and then replace each scene summary with the actual scene?

DJFLADJLAD paging @foggieststars and @userkritaaay for this one (they are both equally horrified by how i write). basically... it is not that simple. im afraid.

i actually have been doing some funky stuff w storing my current wip specifically so i can explain my writing process better (i feel like having examples is helpful bc uh. my process is genuinely a little incomprehensible.)

i rambled a lot here w lots of spoiler free examples (equally, if anyone is looking for any little snippets from this wip, there's some below lol). and im not actually sure this explanation makes any sense. tldr the answer is ehhh kind of? but with more steps in between?

everything starts in my notes app, cuz it's easily cross-accessible on my phone and my laptop. sometimes it's like, a sentence or two of what i call Real Prose (final product type stuff), sometimes it's like, a rambling paragraph describing a concept like i would if i was texting a friend (sometimes this is literal in that i copy paste text convos in if i think i'll do something w it). i'll call this stage 0.

current wip (sci fi fantasy au aka the light between lines, which started in the notes app as just the words "xmen meets shadow and bone. or something" (and stayed that way for ages)) technically began as voice messages to @mecachrome while heating up leftovers. back in. i wanna say may.

anyways. it starts small, and the next stage (stage 1, i guess?) is this weird mix of rambling and Real Prose. an example:

this one is especially funky bc its part Very Vague timeline (i cut off earlier bits that spoil things but it stretches back several years more), part sketchy rambling, part Real Prose.

so now i have this like, rambling outline. kind of. it's like if i was on the phone w a friend explaining the idea, and every so often i'd be like WAIT THIS IS SUCH A GOOD LINE. and then there's a real line. [i use brackets as signals of things switching back and forth between modes. easy to search up, not really used in regular prose, etc]

for this wip, i then copied everything into my word processor of choice, so i wouldn't lose the evidence of the rambling outline. lol. although i did it slightly late, so there's already some transition to the next stage.

then i go through in order, and fill it in. here's a bit from my notes app, it's very "telling a story to a friend" (this is stage 1 still):

here's that same bit at the bottom of my word doc (aka stage 2 except normally i replace it/write over it in place in the doc. i've been saving it all instead of replacing it for this exact reason). i've elaborated now. they're in a locker room, now. lando's kitting up. need to hit on this emotional beat, need to have this reference to oscar in the scene prior being sleepy, need to have this lore explained, and then there's action. but there's still a Lot to fill in, obviously. oscar has to kit up. are they talking the whole time? what's lando doing in the gaps of silence if they aren't. and then the entire training mission. lol. [some bits of my notes are already at this stage or beyond so i dont have to do anything i just scroll past, and some bits are literally like "lando is mad. oscar is mad. they shout" and i have to do the heavy lifting here]

this ^ then becomes 1069 words. 305 of which come from the words between "lando's" to "babies," and 764 of which come from "they go out on a training mission and it doesn't go tits up." here's the beginning of that (this is more like stage 4, if im honest.):

NORMALLY. there are brackets all over the place still, at this stage. this scene just came easier than normal lmao. but this is what it would normally look like in uhhh stage 3:

it's very... in conversation with myself. does nerve make more sense for lando to use than audacity? does dirtier than he started sound better than dirty again? idk i'll figure that out later. the moment i feel stuck i move on. immediately. otherwise i would go MAD like, 60 words into a wip trying to come up a perfect word. that is a sticky problem for AFTER i've done the majority of the work, so that way i don't just give up completely early in the process.

i didn't know how to phrase jenson's attempt at making oscar not mad so i just put down the gist and kept it pushing. i know i want lando to have some kind of snarky thought about it being hard on oscar but i couldn't figure out how to phrase it right. so i got down the core elements and kept moving. etc etc etc.

the transition from stage 2 to stage 3 is where i really use brackets and lowercase to differentiate. for some reason, my brain gets less... fussy. when i write in all lowercase. cuz it knows it's not going out like that, so it can be less perfect. so sometimes there's a stage 2.5 that's like a full scene but it's all lowercase to ease the pressure. and then i'll go back thru and capitalize.

the doc rn has. 7.7k of words. 4.1k of those words are at like, stage 3 and beyond. there might be a couple transition bits in there that are entirely in brackets and therefore are really like. stage 2.5. if that. there's a couple scenes with no brackets whatsoever aka stage 4. there's 1k straight of action where the only brackets are around my vocab choices for the vehicle they drive. the remaining 3.6k is somewhere between stage 1 and stage 2 (mostly stage 2 tho. probably averaging at stage 1.9)

i don't go from stage 1 to stage 2 to stage 3 for the whole document in order. to be clear. im not on draft 3 rn! it's not, oh everything is stage 2, and then slowly everything becomes stage 3, and then slowly everything becomes stage 4. i dont write in order!! and also the stages aren't rigid lmfao it's all slow evolution

to go from stage 2 to 3 isn't like, i sit and look at a scene summary and work on that same scene until it is mostly prose w a couple clarifying brackets. it's like, i come across a scene summary/stage 2 chunk. i start writing. i get a little stuck, i leave the line of scene summary for the bit im stuck on and move to the next line. sometimes i cant get it into prose at all but i can elaborate more on the scene summary, so it's a little more detailed than it was before. sometimes i get a lot stuck, and i can't visualize anything at all. ok. it's all gonna be scene summary, or script-y dialogue that sounds wooden but gets the meaning out, whatever works. that's fine lemme leave it alone.

and then i scroll down until i find a bit i DO have the visuals for, i DO know what's going on for. maybe it's a single bracket in an otherwise perfectly prose section that i've finally figured out the wording for. maybe it's a scene summary that's suddenly playing out in technicolor in my head. maybe it's a completely stage 4 section that i've decided actually these two lines should be one. and then i repeat! eventually i hit the bottom of the doc and head back up to the top to repeat again, and again, and again. until all of it's in stage 4 with maybe a couple brackets, which means it's set to go to the google docs for beloved darling betas to read over and tell me what's what <3

this probably did not . make a ton of sense. i wish i had the equivalent of those like painting process videos bc i think it WOULD make sense if i could be like SEE. but kfjdsajfjfdlsa

[aromanticautiesworld]

MARTINER PLS IM BEGGING FOR ANYTHING FERN X READER 😓

Specifically a gn!musician reader who's chill and easy going, (sort of balances fern out/similar to marshall lee) who teases fern sometimes and becomes friends with fern, fern develops a crush on them and gets jealousy of the friendship between finn and the reader and finally gets the guts to confess.

ADD ANYTHING TO THE PROMPT BC YOURE A GREAT WRITER <333

AHGJH THANK U!! i LOVE this req btw im gonna incorporate it into my belief system

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fern with a musician gn!reader (art by mee!)

word count: 1789

The first time, he met you through Finn.

One lousy sunday evening Finn invited you over (he will often invite people over to the treehouse with no warning), the sky was halfway dark, and you looked like you walked all the way here.

You wore a large case on your back, hair tied up and a pencil slid behind your ear. Slung across your shoulder was a duffel bag which he would soon discover was full of paper (paper is weird to think about. It used to be trees, and he’s kinda related to trees now. It’s not cannibalism yet, but it’s close. Corpse desecration, maybe. He doesn’t feel that strongly about it anyways, nor does he feel very close to the trees, even if he technically is) with scrawled half-written lyrics all over them.

“Anyone home?” You half-yell from the bottom of the treehouse. Finn was out on the deck, doing who-the-hecking-gob-knows-what with Jake.

Fern sits perched from his up hiding spot (you could only see his glowing eyes, if you were looking up). He slithers down the ladder, remaining unseen (he doesn’t want to be. They’re a new person. New people are scary), tail flicking.

When you notice him, you quickly turn around. “Hey,” You squint. “Finn?”

There is a pause as he is torn between opting out of this conversation entirely and actually talking. “Fern, actually.”

“Oh. Cool name,”

“I picked it.”

“My parents gave me mine, but I’m considering changing it.”

“Why would you wanna change your name?”

You shrug, “I like to live my life on the edge. Me n’ your roommate got a jam sesh happening right now, you should join,”

There’s a beat of silence. “…I don’t think I’m invited. Grass boys can’t play the flute. Grass boys can’t even breathe.” Fern crosses his arms and looks down, frowning.

Worry flickers over your eyes, if you blink you’ll miss it. “Hmm…” You look to the side, in thought. “Well, now you are. ‘Grass boy’.” You smile ever so slightly when using the nickname he’s given for himself.

“Hey! Only I get to call myself that!”

“Sure, grass boy. C’mon, he’s probably out on the deck,” You walk to the ladder, gesturing for him to follow.

And, for no reason he can think of, he follows you. It’s like he wants to be around you, which is weird. He usually stops himself from being around people, they either treat him like he is Finn or like he’s the opposite. He’s not either, though.

He picks off a flower from his shoulder. Where did that come from?

The fourth time, you had a BFF sleepover. Fern had crawled onto the outside of the tree, to both not intrude and not do something wrong (it was the worst thing when Jake looked at him like that. He doesn’t want you to look at him like that too). The distant sounds of the Candy Kingdom and Jake lamenting at not winning card wars are all the sounds there are, up there.

Until the sounds of someone crawling onto the roof with him.

He sharply turns, ready to fight off whatever evil was trying to kidnap Finn or Jake (or both) this time. But no, it’s just you again.

“Was Jake too mean in card wars?”

“No, I just lost. They’re playing elimination, I don’t feel like watching the rest.”

You plop down right next to him.

“Y’ever been there?” You look up at the sky.

Fern squints, “That cloud?”

“No, pom-pom. The sky.” (This was a new nickname, made after the discovery of his dandelion tail).

“No. Wait! Yes. Magic man was doing some b-s with my bro, so I had to meet the immortal King of Mars.”

“Then what?”

“He died.”

You snort. It wasn’t an intentional joke, but he gets that weird buzzy feeling again.

“Whoa, poms. You’re like, covered in flowers.”

Finn groans. “Aghh! Again??” He sits up and rushes to brush the reds, yellows and oranges off himself.

He turns to you smiling at him in his flower frenzy, frown heavy upon his face.

“What?” He asks, accusatory, grass puffed up (the image reminds you of an angry cat).

“Nothing. Just you.”

Fern’s tail twitches, he de-puffs and he brings his knees to his chest.

It’s quiet again, you both sitting in comfortable silence.

“We may not have sunshine, or starlight, or weather,

But we've got each other, and that's even better.

You don't need the sun to keep you warm when you've got arms,

Wishes come from you and not a random shooting star.

We may not have storm clouds, but the sky's always blue,

We've got something special here

And what we have is you

What we have is you

What we have is you…”

You look over to grass-boy, asking if he liked it, but you stop yourself halfway. He was asleep.

You brush the stray hairs out of his face, before climbing back off the roof to probably lose card wars again. Such is the tragedy of sleepovers.

Fern would later wake up, and have an important realization.

Fern messes around with his…Finn’s old racecar track toy. He then drops it to the floor.

“I got a question for you, Finn.”

“What’s up, dude?”

“If I…hypothetically…liked…someone… how would I go about doin’ that?”

“You got a crush?”

“No! It’s hypothetical.”

Finn squints at him.

“Hypothetical.”

Finn continues to squint.

“Hy-po-the-ti--”

“No no, I got it.”

“Okay.”

“Well…I would say you tell them how you feel.”

Flowers cover his face again. “Noooooo!! What if they don’t like me back? What if they like someone else?”

Finn shrugs, “Then they don’t like you back. I had a crush on PB for years, she never liked me back and we’re still friends.”

“But what if…”

“Dude.” Finn stops him. “You got this.”

Fern would appreciate his cheering on, but he’s not so sure Finn would say the same thing had he known it was you, or that he’s got this. He knows you like spending time with Finn more than him.

The ???th time (he’s lost count), you invited him along again, with Finn, (and basically everyone else in Ooo, to be honest. It happens when you’re friends with Finn) to a TV night for your birthday. It was an old one you scavenged up, “My Little Pony” or something (his favorite character is Rainbow Dash).

After many weeks of toeing around the idea of asking you out (that time you guys made pancakes, when you went for a dip in the river He’s going to do it tonight.

You sat next to him (close. to him), singing along to the many, many songs over the noise of the crowd behind the couch.

“No, I do not love the groom, in my heart there is no room—” You lean into him and he mumbles along with the lyrics, small smile on his face.

“Finally the moment has arrived! For me, to be one lucky bride…” Finn is also singing. He pauses, staring off into space, before snapping up. “Oh yeah!”

“Hm?” You look across Fern to him.

“C’mere dude, I gotta show you something!”

You get up from his side, going with Finn, and leaving him disappointed.

He follows the duo, though the mild party and to the hallway where Finn was lugging a huge box.

“I got you a present!”

“Oh, awesome,”

“You wanna open it?”

“Hold on,” You pull a pair of scissors out of your pocket. Why it was in there, no one will ever know.

Fern then gets hit by the realization that he forgot to get you a present. How the heck did he think he could just /show up/ to your party without one?

“Oh, Finn, this is so cool! Thanks so much,” You admire the new guitar you’d window shopped for a few weeks ago, which Finn had apparently taken notice of.

“It’s NP, DW about it.”

“Why are you talking in acronyms?”

“It’s a new thing I’m trying out.”

Fern shuffles over to you. “Hey, um, [ ]? Can I talk to you about something?”

“What’s up?”

He lowers his head more. “Can I talk to you about it in private?”

You look back at Finn, then nod and gesture for him to follow into a more secluded hallway, the muffled sounds of dance music vibrating through the walls.

You don’t say anything, and instead are listening intently (terrifying). Fern has to take a deep breath to steady himself.

“I….um….” He begins to fidget with his hands, “I think you’re really cool. And…you’re one of the only people who doesn’t look at me like a monster. And I like hanging out with you and I wanna hang out more and…”

You nod, urging him to continue.

“…andddddd I—”

“AAAAAAAH!” A scream from the party interrupts him.

“GIANT WORM!”

You both immediately run out, to see a monster breaking through one of the walls of your house, jerking around violently as Finn already had his sword around its neck (?).

Fern rushes in, grass sword already whipped out.

He joins Finn on its head (? Again. It’s a worm) stabbing it, rapidly. Its pink blood drips down the side of its face, onto your floor. It begins jerking and twitching even more violently now, trying to shake Fern off.

Finn struggles, and tries to get a stable footing, before the force it’s using to try and get both him and Fern off plunges Finn’s sword right through its neck.

Its head falls right to the floor, Fern still on it, who is still stabbing.

Finn continues to fight the rest of the worm’s body, which has since retreated outside and is currently trying to spit acid at him, leaving barren spots in the grass with only mildly dissolved dirt.

You crouch in front of Fern, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“I think it’s had enough, grass boy,”

He looks up at you, then back down at the corpse-head, and re-sheathes the grass sword.

“What were you saying?”

Feen blinks. What was he saying?

You stare at him, intently.

Oh yeah, absolute fear. “I…..”

“……reallyreallylikeyou. Alotalot.” He snaps his eyes shut when he says it, only opening one a moment later to gauge your reaction.

You knew this already, but you wanted to wait until he was sure of his feelings.“Awww, I like you too! you little pom-pom.” You squish his (flower covered) face.

“Stop it!” He complains.

“Nope, we're partners. You can’t escape me now,”

‘Nooooooooooo…”

“Go Fern! Yeahhh!” Finn shouts from where he stood on the decapitated corpse on the worm, covered in pink blood.

You giggle, before it slowly subsides. “Wait a minute. How am I gonna pay for my house?”

[baalzebufo]

'I don't know what you're-a trying to say…' Peppino sighed, exasperated. He went to turn away, when-

'Pe-Pino.'

The voice… it was his voice, but the cadence was just slightly off. An imperfect mimicry, but close enough that it immediately fired every panic neuron in his brain at once.

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A little piece of writing to nail down the vibes im going for with my interpretation of Fake Peppino! Having a normal fun day in the kitchen where nothing uncomfortable or weird happens.

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'Pe- pi- no.'

Peppino tried not to flinch when he felt the heavy wet hand on his shoulder and the voice gurgling in his ear. Deep breaths- okay. He inhaled sharply and grit his teeth, bracing himself before he turned around.

It hadn't been easy, getting used to… that thing. Fake Peppino, as he had been calling it in his head. But he did feel admittedly a little guilty for destroying the tower- its home, really- and it didn't ask to be made like that. Still, he wished it hadn't decided to stick around sometimes. He'd spent an entire week just trying to make sure it didn't attack him on sight! And even then, it STILL chased him from time to time...

But he had reached an uneasy accord with his doppelganger, or at least thought so. He seemed more sedate at any rate, and Peppino had even managed to talk it into helping in the kitchen- which is where he was now, spreading a ball of dough thin with his knuckles, before he was so rudely interrupted.

He turned and forced a smile, trying to cover up his nerves with fake confidence. Ghh- he never got used to seeing him. His fake looked like him, but… uncanny. Stretched. Something wearing the wrong size of his skin. It made a weird bubbling noise- Peppino had come to learn that was its 'excited sound'- and grasped his wrist to tug him to the other side of the kitchen.

'Okay, o-kay! Slow down- whats-a the rush, paisano? What do you want to-a show me?'

Peppino tugged his wrist free and returned his hands to their comfortable position, tugging nervously on his tank top. Fake Peppino had dragged him over to the pizza oven. It was a great brick thing- a traditional piece and easily the most expensive thing in the whole restaurant, but also something he would never sell. After all, what kind of a pizza chef would he be without his pizza oven?

His clone straightened up then, drawing an involuntary shiver out of Peppino. It looked at him. Peppino looked back. He briefly made eye contact, watching as the fake's right eye slowly dribbled down his face- he glanced away before it started to make his heart pound any louder.

'Ah… what? What is it?' He mumbled again, shrivelling a little under the unyielding gaze. He may have been his clone, but they apparently didn't copy the part of him that hated prolonged eye contact, ugh. He chanced another look. His double was looking at him almost expectantly.

Suddenly, he raised an arm- quick enough to make Peppino flinch. But he didn't strike. He simply pointed- one finger poking Peppino in the chest. Then he moved his hand to point at the oven, the heat of which was beginning to make even more sweat bead on his forehead.

'I don't know what you're-a trying to say…' Peppino sighed, exasperated. He went to turn away, when-

'Pe-Pino.'

The voice… it was his voice, but the cadence was just slightly off. An imperfect mimicry, but close enough that it immediately fired every panic neuron in his brain at once.

'Peppinos. Pi- Za.' The fake nodded, looking pleased- then slapped one hand down on Peppino’s head, crushing his chefs hat down and drawing a yelp of surprise out of him.

'Peppino. Pi-zza.' The words sounded smoother as he rolled them around his mouth, smiling wide enough that his teeth looked as if they were about to drip out of his lips. He pushed Peppino a little closer to the oven- his heels dug into the ground instinctively. The heat was oppressive... 'Peppi-no. Pizza.'

Peppino froze. He had learnt not to run- bolting only excited his fake. He stood stock still, even as its face slowly lowered to his. His eyes widened- there wasn't anywhere else to look but into his own distorted visage, the oven's heat only causing it to drip more. Oh, god, it was dripping everywhere…

His hands balled into fists, ready to react, but his body seemed stuck. Damn his freeze instinct-! He held his breath as his fake tilted his head curiously, and then laughed. A bubbling gurgle, face practically split in two.

'Pizza. is. Peppi-no.' He said, happily. Peppino couldn't bring himself to figure out what exactly that meant, because the only idea he had right now- well, the heat wasn't helping, and his vision was blurring, and it wasn't good…

'Peppino. Pizza. Nothing. Compares!'

All of a sudden, he was pushed back. Away from the heat, a cold blast of air hitting him as the doppelganger shoved him. All at once Peppino’s body reacted, scrambling back along the floor and breathing- wheezing, really- trying to get enough air in his lungs so he didn't pass out. All the while he watched as the wax figure of himself dripped like a candle in the heat, spun on its heel happily and giggled.

'Not- yet!' It smiled, face still firmly turned to look at Peppino even as its entire body twisted 180 degrees to stick to the nearest wall- his neck creaked with the strain, more of its doughy flesh sloughing off onto the floor as he moved away from the heat.

'Cook.' It's hand found one of the open vents- it's favorite hiding spots. 'Let him. Cook. Not ready!' It smiled, eyelids squeezing shut happily over misshapen sockets, tongue lolling out the side of its mouth.

'Later? Pizza later. Nothing Compares...' He mumbled, voice softening as Peppino could only watch in wide-eyed terror as it folded itself in half to slide into the narrow vent- he'd seen it many times but he still wasn't used to it. The wet sounds of a body moving in ways it shouldn't, the scrape of the metal... As it pushed itself into the darkness, Peppino saw its face- his face- the last thing to disappear.

'Peppino. Pizza...? Soon...'

And then it was gone.

He didn't move.

Honestly, he stayed on the floor for an uncomfortably long time.

After what felt like hours, his body finally decided to return the feeling to his joints- and all at once he scrambled upright. What- what was that? He thought…

He thought he was reaching… some kind of agreement with that thing. But clearly it was still far, far beyond his understanding. And what it said- no. No, Peppino shook his head violently. He didn't want to think about it. Because if he thought about it, it sounded an awful lot like...

No. No, no, no. That was silly. He just needed to get back to work. He needed to push this out of his mind and forget it ever happened.

He stumbled over towards his pile of pizza dough. Looking down at it, he couldn't help but feel… uneasy, suddenly. A wave of strange nausea rose in his chest.

Maybe… maybe that was enough pizza for one day.

[sleepy-writer-daydreams]

Glimpse of Us

Ethan Morgan x GN!Reader

word count: 879 words

summary: you and ethan are dating, but he's not over sarah. and you can tell

a/n: image credit goes to sierra morgan on pinterest! im like so normal about ethan (not. i make him suffer but the next one of him will be fluff).

tags: angst/mild comfort ? not a happy ending

You looked into Ethan's eyes. They were entirely forced on yours, and you were both leaning in for a kiss. It wasn't until he put a hand around your waist and got you closer did he start to hesitate. You slightly pulled back from his face, your eyes staring deep into his once more.

"...What's wrong, Ethan?" You asked softly. You weren't sure how to feel about this, really. Ethan laughed awkwardly and shook his head, as if to get rid of something.

"Nothing, nothing."

You sighed, his arm dropping from your waist and going back to his side. He gave you a look, almost like a wounded puppy. You felt a stab of guilt, but you came to a sudden realization.

You had to put your foot down this time. You couldn't keep doing this, not when it was only damaging you and Ethan the longer this went on.

"...Ethan, can we talk for a second? Really talk."

His questioning eyes searched yours for an answer, but there wasn't any. There was a sense of defeat, if anything. He sat down on the couch, making sure to make room for you. You sat down beside him. You came here after school, and Jane was in her room.

So there was no good time as the present! Swallowing down a rush of nerves, you turned to face him. "Sometimes, it still feels like you have feelings for Sarah." His face paled when you said that, but he didn't deny it. You felt nauseous.

You wanted him to deny it, maybe even protest and ask why you would ask him such a thing, that you were the only person he'd ever have eyes for. But you knew that was asking him for too much.

You lightly touched his shoulder, and he stiffened, eyes glazing over immediately. You sighed. He was probably going through something, again. He never told you what he was going through in the few months you were dating, which lead to arguments almost every other week.

You weren't oblivious, ignorant, or naive. Something was weird in this time, but it always felt like you were going crazy that no one was addressing it.

A few seconds had only passed when his eyes had refocused, but it had felt like hours. He looked at you fearfully. "You're... you're not breaking up with me, are you?"

You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. You wanted to tell him no. But his actions had answered your question, a burning question that had been nagging for you since the day he agreed to go out with you. "I am, actually."

You waited for him to protest, again. Do something, anything, without looking at you like he had just lost something that he thought he wouldn't ever lose.

"Ethan. You're always dropping dates with me and going to Sarah whenever she needs help with something. You made me walk by myself! In the dark! You know this town is creepy, it's not safe!"

He opened his mouth to speak, but you held up a finger. "Shut up. I'm not finished. Whenever you touch me sometimes, you're always getting this dazed... look, in your eyes? Like you're not entirely here. And you either excuse yourself or go back to normal. But you almost always go to Sarah. Or Benny." You laughed. Not a genuine laugh, but a short, brief laugh.

"It's laughable. I've seen the way you look at her. And you don't have that look when you're with me. I'm sorry I couldn't be what she is. I know you say you're fine, but you're not."

You were foolish. Foolish to have a crush on an adorable dork who was into Star Wars and the X-Men and anything equally as nerdy.

"I'm breaking up with you."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time." He mumbled.

"Okay. Do you have any excuses? Reasons? Explanations? Try and defend yourself, Ethan. You can do it for everyone else but yourself. It's pathetic."

His eyes darted around. "...I'm a seer."

"What?"

"A seer, like I see things. I can see things from the future when I touch people sometimes, and--"

"Ethan," You sighed. "You're crying." You leaned in to dry some of his tears, but he pulled away.

"Don't. I-I- My friends, they're-- They're just like me, but not like me. I didn't want you to get involved, to get you hurt--" He sniffled.

"You don't have to worry about that, love." It's not like they ever had a choice, to stay blissfully unaware of everything around them. Everything really was in plain sight. It was stupid to think that he'd feel the same way as you.

"It's too late for us. I'm sorry." You picked up your backpack, slinging it over your shoulder. You went by the door. Refusing to look at him for quite possibly the last time, you opened the door. "Have a nice life, Ethan Morgan." You called out. And shut the door.

Maybe it was for the best you didn't see him crying, covering his face. Sure, he was still in love with Sarah. He never meant to hurt you. But he guessed that he did that anyways to you by agreeing to date you.

Its too late now, anyways.

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a/n: lmk what you guys think !!!!! i wrote this.. when. maybe a year ago? almost? insane! here's to writing more mbav fics!

[bordysbae]

can you do something where the reader is this introverted person and isolates herself from crowds so one day while she’s out studying in the corner she like looks up and sees the whole team staring at her, talking and she gets really uncomfortable and you can just make the rest up. with anyone really is fine

“study date”

brendan brisson x reader

word count: 0.6k

i kinda hate this and i’m sorry that it wasn’t exactly like the request? idk my mind has been so all over the place lately, so i apologize if this is bad or doesn’t make sense lol

you’ve never been the type of person to go to every and any party possible, it just isn’t your thing. yes, you go to a party every so often, but your form of social events is going to sports games. you’re more on the introverted side, so hanging with your friends at a sports event where you don’t really need a full social battery is more up your alley.

so of course attending umich, a school full of sports, was a great opportunity to make some friends with similar interests as you. during fall you went to lots of football games, and now that it’s winter you go to a lot of basketball and hockey games. you couldn’t lie, the michigan ice hockey team was very attractive, so of course you knew all of them since you’d done your stalking, but they didn’t necessarily know you. until now.

as you’re sat in the corner of the quiet library, you hear a group of people not too many tables away from you loudly whispering at each other. you can’t hear what they’re saying, but it seems as if they’re trying to get someone to do something.

you slowly glance up to see who’s being annoyingly loud, and your eyes are met with a group of michigan hockey players, and they’re looking at you. you instantly look back down and a blush creeps upon your cheeks. you hide your face with your hair, and continue writing down your world lit notes. a few moments go by, and your peace is disturbed as someone places their hands on the table.

you glance up from your notebook and you’re met with the boys from earlier. your cheeks become hot, and your heart rate begins to increase. “um, hi?” you say softly, honestly a little nervous. these guys are like royalty on campus, what could they want from you?

“hi, our friend brendan here thinks you’re pretty and was too much of a wuss to come talk to you, so we brought him over here.” a boy who you know as thomas bordeleau says, as he steps aside to show you brendan. he’s then revealed and you see him standing next to dylan duke, who has his hand on brendan’s shoulder. brendan’s cheeks are a slight pinkish color, and he has a small smile plastered on his face.

“oh wow, i uh, don’t really know what to say?” you say very awkwardly, trying not to freak out that they’re talking you.

“no worries, brendan likes to talk so i’m sure he can help you out with that!” one of the other boys says. suddenly all of the other guys leave you two alone, and you shyly gesture for brendan to sit in the seat across from you. he plops down in the chair, and you both awkwardly smile. “it’s nice to meet you brendan, i’m y/n!” you break the ice, acting as if you don’t already know who he is.

“im sorry if this whole thing is weird. its just that i saw you in my english class yesterday and i thought you were really pretty, and then i saw you in the library just now and— sorry,” he chuckles nervously, stopping his ramble.

you blush at his words, “you’re too sweet! and you aren’t so bad yourself” you say slightly calmer than before, using the fact that brendan is also nervous as a way to calm yourself.

“would you maybe like to go out on a date sometime? maybe we can go on a study date for english?” he says shyly.

“i would love that.”

[emchante]

You captured the moment when Daniel would see you pull up and jump in excitement SO WELL, you absolutely understood what I had in mind 🫶

Passenger prince Danny has three modes — jamming his heart out, recline the seat and take a quick nap or stare at you as you drive. When he’s not singing along to his car playlist, he’s either passed out, mouth open, not even driving over a bump wakes him up type asleep and you have to shake his ass awake when you get home OR he’s unabashedly admiring you, taking note of the way you switch gears or park in your own specific way and he’s just so happy to be with you in the car 🥰

~🫠

IM SO GLAD!! we share the same brain cell, i’m so sure of it.

AND OH MY GOD YES!! let’s delve into the three moods, shall we?

jamming his heart out — oh this is just.. absolutely daniel. we’ve all seen the old and newer car singing videos, we know what he’s like. he’s so expressive too, using his hands to mimic the words or instruments— you’d honestly be having your own private show in the car.

a happier, upbeat song? oh he’s singing as loudly as he can, hitting the (invisible) drums as he sings along. a sad, more quiet song? oh he’s singing quietly, there’s emotion in his voice and he often reaches out for you, and when you go to grab his hand he moves it away, out of reach. a more metal type of song? oh, he is screaming his heart out, eyes screwed shut as he makes sure to sing shout every lyric correctly.

he absolutely loves playing some of the songs that you both have deemed your songs though, and when he does? my god, daniel is singing to you the full car ride, leaning over for small pecks or kisses on the cheek between each song.

sleeping — oh this boy is a heavy sleeper, i’ve seen the photos. at first you always had your music lowered when he fell asleep, you know.. to be respectful. but soon into the relationship you realised it could be almost at full volume, and daniel would still be snoring away. you take great pleasure in taking photos of him sleeping when you stopped for a read light— mouth opened with a little drool falling from his lips.

when you arrive home and he’s still sleeping, you do your best to wake him up. it starts with a soft call of his name and a gentle shake. but he sleeps through it. so then, it’s a more rough shake, you’re speaking at your normal tone as you call out a “daniel.” he’s still sleeping. so then you’re shouting his name, shaking his body and it takes a few seconds before a mix of a gasp and snore escapes him. he slowly opens his eyes, turning to you before shutting them again. he stretches, groaning until he lets out a deep sigh, falling further into the seat.

“one minute sweetheart, i’ll be out in a minute.” he is much longer than a minute.

admiring you — honestly, this is the most common of the three. daniel is so loved up with you, he just loves to stare at you. it’s not creepy or weird, he’s just.. so enamoured by you, how could he not? he’s so fascinated by how you have your own little way of doing things. whether it’s the way you slightly hover above your seat as you look into the rear view mirror, or how you stick out your tongue when you’re focusing on parking the car perfectly— he loves all of your little quirks.

you’ll often catch him staring at you as you drive, and you love to tease him about it. “all good, lover boy?” is your go to, and you revel in the bashful smile that takes over his face, and the red that tints his cheeks. or, sometimes you surprise him by leaning to place a quick kiss on his lips suddenly, and it leaves daniel with widened eyes. teasing daniel isn’t something you get to do often— he is the teaser of the relationship— but you love being able to get your chance at doing so, as his bashful, shy reactions are something you never want to forget.

NONNIE PLEAAASE this is actually the cutest thing EVER my heart is so full and i’m so <33 UR IDEAS ARE ALWAYS THE GREATEST!!

[transmascpetewentz]

sometimes i wonder why i'm still in therapy but then i have a session where i talk about something that's been annoying me recently and she gives amazing 10/10 advice. also i now realize i need another meeting to update the accommodations i get (bc the ones my paperwork says i get, i no longer need, while i need some others that i don't have on my paperwork)

some things that i thought would be total non issues ended up being huge issues. and it's very weird things too. like who knew someone would surprise me with cooking. yeah my paperwork doesn't explicitly say that i can't do cooking but how could i even have predicted that it would come up. and i thought that not screaming at someone and making accusations when they display neurodivergent behavior was a no brainer bar that everyone could clear but apparently something has to be made explicit for some people to care.

and this year people have gotten worse. as soon as someone displays any neurodivergent behavior the accusations start flying. oh i don't like this very rigid writing process? i want to actually start writing before i pick out every word out of order? nope, it must mean i have a "computer addiction" (which has even less evidence supporting it than phone addiction does) and that this alleged addiction is my moral failure and that my use of a computer to write means that i'm intentionally trying to collapse western civilization. and any original idea that i have just means i'm not understanding that i need to talk about the plot of the book (in a very rigid framework that means that we just understand the basic moral instead of being encouraged to do real literary analysis. i mean, of course this guy who wrote a story about everyone being equal in every way still kept gender, because the end of the world is more likely than any slight challenge of the gender roles)

and of course, me looking down must mean that im not paying attention and intentionally trying to disrespect people. and when people scream at me to look up and i do, that must mean that they righteously saved me from my inattention even though i'm paying even less attention to the speaker because i'm paying attention to my body language to make sure i don't piss people off. would i like to have something to do other than staring at the wall? well that's obviously my phone addiction talking. people who aren't psychologists obviously have the ability to diagnose a phone addiction in every person they meet and then attribute their completely normal and harmless behavior to that addiction.

i love education and i think it's great. it's one of the best jewish values imo. that's also why i'm a major fan of renaissance humanism. but being micromanaged isn't education, it's training me like a dog to use the right body language while simultaneously understanding absolutely nothing because appearances are more important than actual learning. ironically my "hardest" classes are actually my easiest ones because i can focus on learning about the subject matter instead of paying constant attention to my body language in order to make myself appear like i'm paying attention.

tbh i don't even know what kind of accomodation i would need for this. i just wish that people would give me slightly more grace when i'm displaying neurodivergent behavior. but that's not something that can go in documentation because it's extremely subjective and has more to do with people's subconscious thought processes than their conscious choices to be assholes. i hate it sm i literally have moral rule following ocd and the first year that i have done education since i started meds for my ocd and learned to stop giving as much of a shit, i'm getting mixed signals and being told that i'm actually intentionally unfocused and disrespectful because of my body language.

and of course everything also requires images because some studies have come out saying that people without visual processing disorder "learn better" with images, and of course if i can't understand what's happening in an image then it's my fault because i'm not wearing my glasses for looking at things far away when i'm looking at something a few inches in front of me. and when i wear my glasses and i still can't understand it i'm told i actually just don't see the image well and should look more closely. i explain that i see the image perfectly well and just don't understand what's happening in it, and then i get told to zoom in again. it's an endless cycle and when i explain that i have a disorder people say they understand but then 1.5 minutes later they go back to acting like it's my fault.

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

Ok, let´s see: the incident who happened when Paul was with a girl and John destroyed her dress, who is very confucing; some songs of Paul (well lots of songs) who can be related about this (from the obvious Here Today to The Lovers who Never Were) the interminable descriptions of the beautiful hands of one, the handsome presence of the other, etc...the "if you were a girl" moment ( who i can´t remember when, but was one of my first pieces of suspiction XD) all the pinning (from both of them, but Paul even more...he still dreams with him sometimes)...the weird "fanfiction" where appear amie d´mitril and Paris...

...someone said me in Discord "There are some men who are boyfriends and don't realize it until they break up" after showing an iceberg with some Mclennon theories. Someone who no was even into it.

Im kinda agnostic about all this, but im really amazed about all the theories who exist about this, who the doubts and suspictions are really understable. Is a lot on info!

Are you asking me to rate this for the ask game, because most of these are verifiable things, the question is just what they mean/what led to them, right?

I can give you a personal take on all of them though.

John cutting up the girl Paul was having sex with's clothes: I 100% find this eyebrow-raising and quite possibly an act of jealousy. But I also can't discount that John was likely off his face and maybe his reason for doing that didn't really make sense either. (e.g. maybe he wanted to use the bedroom and thought up a way to get rid of the girl as fast as possible? I don't know, I just don't think there's enough information to be sure of his motivations)

Songs: I generally find it kind of exhausting to argue about song meanings and what they reveal about John and Paul's relationship without anything else to go on. I feel like songs don't have to be about them for them to have had Feelings™ for each other and also songs could be about them and be less literal than some people think. There can be emotions and themes inspired by the other that find their way into a song, without the song literally describing what happened. What I mean by this is I don't think it's at all impossible However Absurd (of which I've read the lyrics, to be clear) is in some sense about John but I wouldn't from that conclude that John and Paul literally made love. And if I'm not drawing these conclusions, it's less important to me whether However Absurd is about John or not, in that sense.

Beautiful hands: I do want to slightly push back against describing Paul's geberal speech pattern with words like "interminable". Tumblr deliberately picks out the most ~mclennon-y~ things from his interviews and shares these quotes over and over. (also thinking of last year when people were claiming most of the Eyes of the Storm book was John, when really those were just the pictures people shared around the most) That's not to say he doesn't bring up John a lot (lol) but I think he probably mentions John's hands specifically less often than some think. The thing is, the main quote people use regarding this, is the one where Paul directly compares John's hands to his son's. Unless you wanna argue Paul is into James, you have to conclude Paul finds hands aesthetically pleasing and interesting without necessarily being attracted to them. And showing John chords and playing guitar "mirrored" actually makes a lot of sense as something that would make Paul notice John's hands.

Handsome presence of the other: your mileage may vary here and it depends on the specific quote. Some I agree, and some are imo them both just being frank about the fact that physical attraction matters to people, even when you aren't personally physically attracted to them.

"If I had been a woman...": single best argument for reciprocated McLennon IMO. I also think it's very possible that Paul is observing the fact that romantic relationships are hierarchically placed above friendships and "the bro code" prevented Paul from doing anything about John's privileging of Yoko over him. But it could definitely Also be Paul saying "I would like to have gotten together with him".

Pining: Honestly, I think they both had a lot of reason to feel Weird about each other in the seventies. There was a lot of bad blood but also a lot bonding them in an almost cosmic way: the shared trauma of losing a mother AND of fame, the weirdness of being both pitted against each other and sold to the public as a package deal... I think they were ripe for the conflicted pining picking. Regarding Paul's behaviour NOW.... I don't know, I don't think it's weird at all that he still sometimes dreams about John. I think he talks about John in part because that's what people want to hear (and tumblr pretends to be surprised every time when they're part of the target audience lol) and also I think.... people sometimes sort of gloss over the fact that Paul literally lost John in a highly traumatic way? Maybe that's gonna make him A Little Weird. (most of this is neither here nor there, regarding their romantic feelings for each other by the way)

Amie in Paris:

I haven't read the story in full but I feel similarly here to how I feel about the songs I think. There might be an argument that John is less prone to fictionalizing than Paul (though... I don't think that applies to his prose, even if autobiographical elements can be found in it) but he's also joking half the time. It doesn't to me feel like an especially fruitful avenue to conclude things about John's life.

All in all, I know what you mean. I do think there's A Lot going on between them, however you parse it.

[rei64bit]

Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 4]

Night 4  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)  

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✎  Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall cause Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 1.9k

✎  Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ... more  // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎  Note: Im not really a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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Last night was weird, Heimdall did actually come up to wall saved you from your painful death, and even brings you back to his room. He can just pretend didn’t see you and let you fall to your death, but he didn’t. His duty to keep you alive perhaps or he don’t want to disappoint the All-father you not really sure. Sitting on the chair you continue to write notes for your work to remind yourself what need to do be done tomorrow by priority. You are almost going to sleep soon as you been very busy the whole day working on the task assigned from All-father, collecting some items that All-father claimed he need for his study, ingredients such as the white lily at the Ida filed, dark dry wood that normally use by witch for spell preparation, dry newt eye and more stuff that you don’t even know what they are. Normally All-father have his own servant to do the work but he asked you to do it this time, you can’t really say it’s a punishment as its simply just work, there is no pain but just sweat. “This is a long day..” Sighed you continue scribble down whatever you need for tomorrow. You started to hear the footsteps getting close, it could be the others who were staying in the same floor or Heimdall coming back. The footsteps are getting louder and you can hear the sound pattern of the footsteps..and you know. “He is back..” The door opened not so gently, you noticed Heimdall already looking at you, its like he already know where you are even before he open the door.

“Hello, Wife.” Heimdall walked in and smirked at you. “Perhaps you just call me y/n.., wife sounds weird” You trying to focus on your notebook. “weird? Why, aren’t you my wife? Legally and rightfully? Hm?” Heimdall said while putting Hofuo on the table now with both hands press on the table, till his head and look into your eye like he is trying to read you like a dictionary. The way he talk sometime you don’t understand whether he meant what he said or he just been sarcastic, refuse to maintain eye contact with him you fall back to keep writing your note. He just chuckled a little and continue to remove the gjallarhorn to put on the table. “I hope you remember what I said yesterday night” Heimdall sighed and said. “that I’m a crazy women and if I wanna die I should do it outside of this realm?”’ Maybe you trying to be sassy since he always says such thing in sarcastic way to you. “Well that part too, what I mean is trying to get along” Heimdall drag the chair out enough to sit on it, he is sitting in front of you, and you can feel his eyes didn’t leave you yet. “Don’t you know its impolite to not look at the person who speak to you” grinned he said with both hand on the table holding together. “..” Now you look at him with slightly unimpressed expression, you didn’t say anything back. It’s pointless to argue or keep fighting with him anyway. “Yes I agree on that too” Heimdall said. “…” Still like to read people as usual nothing new.

“Look, we can try to be nice to each other a little and not getting each other in trouble. This is not too much, and as a wife you will need to be obedient to your husband which is ME, if you misbehave-. ” Before he can finish he already move his hand ready to catch the pencil that you throw at him. “Be nice? You are the one who treats me badly! Have you seen other threaten their wife with sword on their throat?” You throw your notebook at him too which he catch with no issue. “You really can’t just calm down and listen, do you?” Heimdall said and dropping your note on the table, hand still holding the pencil. Stand up and walk slowly next to you. You tense up as you don’t know what he going to do next, maybe stab you with your pencil and this possibilities make you nervous. Heimdall squats down in front of you and is still tall enough to look at you on the same eye level. He might seem short, but when he gets close, he is actually taller than you so much it makes you feel so vulnerable. His hand on your chin makes you focus on him, especially his bifrost eyes.

“This is the last time im going to say it, so you better listen. I can get impatient and ruthless sometime.” Raising his brows and smiling again. “If you misbehave, I will give you punishment as my creativity will never end and I will make sure you remember what you did wrong so never do it again. You understand?”  Heimdall now moving his one hand to cup your face waiting your response. How can you say you agree and will obey him, the hel?! You are not a pet, what is wrong with him. “I’m not gulltoppr, nor that I’m your pet” You pierced at him. “That’s not my point. Plus I cant fuck an animal. That disgusting.” Shit, having kid is the main reason of this marriage and know you remember. “Good you still remember” Heimdall standing up and sigh “But I’m not going to force you, not when we are like this” Heimdall open wide both his hand signify things that happened between you two. “But there is one thing I must do” Heimdall now sit on the bed side, with a small container retrieve from his pocket, look like something usually used to contain some gel kind of stuff. He open the lid and it’s a white color gel like stuff. Heimdall patting the empty space next to him signaling you to come and sit. Not sure what Heimdall is planning to do, you hesitated and start to feel nervous, you have a bad feeling about this for some reason. Both your hand holding on the chair trying to make you look strong and stopping your hand from trembling, you started feel the awful feeling like you going to throw up. “Don’t make me repeat twice.” Eyes squinted, now his index finger is tapping on the bed as the final try to ask you come sit next to him.  “..” You are halfway giving in, there is nothing you can do except stay on top of the wall, Heimdall also capable to brings you back whenever he want--. “Tsk. How long you need to just move your feets” Heimdall swiftly jerked from his seat to you and just grab your waist, lifting your whole weight, move you to the bed and turned your back to face him. “Hey!” Trying to grab his hand that still on your waist to force him release you. You feel him pulling down your dress collar on your back, showing your bare skin around your nape and back. “Heimdall!” This is the first time you call out his name in such manner, getting frustrated your hand trying to reach his face, but before you can do anything Heimdall pull you closer and stick to his chest. “I will need you to remain silent just for a little bit so please just don’t move.” Heimdall whisper next to your ear. You can hear his breathing slightly itching your ear. For some reason you comply and not moving a muscle.

“ᛏᛦᛏᛅᛁᛘᛏᛅᛦᚼᛅᛏᛚᛦᚼᛅᛁᛏᛅᛚ” You can hear him softly chanting some kind of spell but you don’t understand meaning, and then you feel the icy feeling from the gel he put on his finger and his breath as he is writing something in slow motion on your nape.  You hitched due to the sensation, Heimdall tightened his hand on your waist as he want you to stay absolutely still while he is concentrating. “ᚼᛅᛁᛘᛏᛅᛚᛦ” Heimdall continues to write on your nape and slowly down you back. You can smell it, the gel, it smells like honey mix with something you cant tell and a hint of white lily flower. Almost one minute has passed. “ha.. that’s should do the work.” Heimdall said still looking at his work, Heimdall still holding you in the same posture but now he lean on you with his head right next to yours.  “This is to make sure you would not run off again or do anything ruthless, a spell that I come up especially just for you.” Heimdall hugged you from back. “Anddd for the awful behavior and things you had done last few weeks, avoiding me and causing me to lecture by the All-father for what you did” Heimdall sink in his golden teeth on to your shoulder so fast you didn’t even understand what just happened. “Ah!!” You pull his hair trying to get him off you, but he is way stronger than you, you can’t even move his hand. Heimdall looks at the bite mark hard enough to mark on you but not make you bleed, satisfied. “Hey, don’t you think it’s only fair? After all these weeks of letting you get loose, running around Asgard and getting drunk with bunch of men.” Weird enough you listen to him instead of beating him now, perhaps you are very tired from works. “Just let go of me, I’m very tired.” “Yeah I know, probably it was also from the spell I just casted on you make you feel very sleepy too. A side effect that might happen sometime.” You can’t stand getting humiliated like this, casting a spell on you to make sure you are obedient to him, is he going to control your life now? “Well, I won’t do anything to you unless you really pissed me off, so no worries, you still the same and do what you want as long as you stay within the boundary” to hel the boundary, you wanting to say something back to him but your eyelid is getting heavier and you started to lean on Heimdall who still sit behind you and he let you fall on him. “Shh..It’s okay, just sleep for now, Wife.” His hand catching few strands of your hair and put after your ear. “Things will be better.” He grinned while looking at your face.

What Heimdall cast on you is actually a spell he got from Sif, Thor’s wife. She is the goddess of wheat, earth, harvest and family. With some help Heimdall tunes the spell a little to make sure it will bind you to him which in term mean when Heimdall is displease of what you doing, he can expressing it through the connection established from the spell and make you feel the same. It will cool you down and make you listen to him and oh, he did mix a little of love spell in it, nothing much just when he feels the “need” you will feel the same and only toward him and he you, after all, having kid is the main reason you both in this boat. He wouldn’t need to do this if you behave but its good to have a safety net. Besides, he is not going to force you to do things you don’t want to unless you get on his nerve. Like you, Heimdall also tired from the work he had today also decided to just call it a day and sleep. Normally he will read for a while before bedtime, but he is too tired to do so. Wearing on pant Heimdall laying next to you, his eye moving from your face slowly down your body. Trying to clear his mind, he close his eyes and steady his breathing pace. The room is dark and quiet now, the only thing can be hear is the black thunder from far away.

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[mandy4ever69420]

hey love tell me do u have an opinion about roberta, monicas S1 girlfriend, and the way she wanted to take liam away with the justification that the gallaghers were not raising him properly by erasing his blackness and community and origin and all that?

i do :) i think her argument captures something very Real and Infuriating in when people will make good points to try to explain around something really awful. like, with her specifically i am inclined to be forgiving of because well. if i'm not then i really don't like what it says about hiring a very beautiful Black butch woman for that role. but i really do Sincerely think she was just very caught up in the romance of shit and was very misinformed by monica and how very charmed she was by her. holds up b/c when they find her later to ask shes like "oh my god, why was i hanging around this woman, please fuck off i'm so embarrassed"

^^ there are a couple things that shameless does really well in contexts like these. the "that's a good point but it doesn't make your end goal moral" feeling of sympathy and being infuriated goes with the "someone finally apologized and really meant it but it was for the wrong thing or the wrong part of what they did which means they don't understand the problem at all but it's nice they're trying" thing you also see sometimes

but yeah. she has a point about liam being separated from his culture. that doesn't mean you can just, rip a little baby away from his family who loves him. that's pretty much just nothing but trauma right there. liam also explicitly talks about this later about his isolation and how really his family even though they ARE biologically related simply Cannot understand his position. also in a "bad day when i approve of frank" move frank does introduce liam to some nice relatives who are able to offer him something he was missing.

carl also is the most vocally concerned about Black issues & tries the hardest. because he was so little when we learned that frank is liam's biological father so he just went "huh. guess im Black" & presumably rolled with that without commenting on it for a good long while. which. is not how that works if you still experience white privilege & have parents who experience white privilege but oh my god genetics is so dumb racial categories are so made up and cruel. of course it gets weird. & you see where that goes wrong where carl thinks he can use the n word. even well intended and probably as the person who's put most thought into what randomly happening to be Black in a mostly white family means for liam he's Very liable to make it weird

& the gallaghers ARE biologically related but i want to mention that a lot of adoptions of kids of color by white parents go very, very abusive. which um. is not the case entirely here because most of his family is good to him to the best of their abilities. and it's not adoption. but still most of these characters (i think especially fiona @_@) have some weirdass racialized affectionate nicknames for him. though yeah frank is up there w the nicknames. he's just being an asshole on purpose though. so that's slightly different. & i know like calling kids 'monkey' is kind of just a thing people do but jesus christ. you do need to think about this when you are a white caretaker of a nonwhite child. Why is this not the only tv show i've seen fail to think of very specifically that with a white woman caring for a mixed child side note. you guysssss please for the love of god

anyway there are some real world dangers that white families are not really equipped to prepare little nonwhite kids for. & just on the feeling of being subject to racism that maybe his family could sympathize with but they dont have the tools to deal with or give him advice on. there are people who try and im sure do a very good job but the gallagher family has So much going on and most of them Are very selfish. for understandable reasons. it's fine. but it means they don't do a lot of looking into liam's perspective and just assume "that's probably fine"

anyway the best way in this sort of situation is just expanded social circles. liam Should connections in his life that he can rely on and feel close to. is it too predictable from me to get into the "nuclear families are limiting and enable abuse" thing here. i feel like i'm always on that. well i stand by it. kids need bigger communities of people to rely on to be safe and understood it's really just not possible to get everything you need from only 2 parents or only your biological family. particularly in liam's case though, you can't be forcibly separating him from loved ones, you can't just ask him to do all the work himself (which is what they did in canon)

& you can't just assume 1 Black friend in the community will be idk a spokesperson or something. a friend is not a family member unless you let her be And she wants to be & it's very unfair to ask V to be like wise or cultured enough to offer liam a complete connection to his culture. she's just one person with her own insecurities and shit going on. who tbh already wasn't super stoked about being asked to take care of other people's kids when she DID love them. imo it was a slightly racist maneuver for fiona to tell the kids to put (kev and) v near the top of their emergency contacts as like caretakers without even asking. and she DOES know them & they DO care about these kids

[kruxton]

For kahar,I imagine him seemingly proud that he stand up to his father and always spends time with his gang. Is it me or do I see the headmaster as like a genuine good father figure to kahar because let's be honest,he needs good parental figures to mange himself.

For amir,I imagine him being the best friend naim has and try to make sure naim isn't stressed out.

For ayam,I imagine him watching some drama between some students and sometimes interfere if it gets too much through his own ways of course.

For phc aus,how about fakri and naim meeting their swap alternatives. Swap fakhri has a soft side but at the same time used that innocent facade to get himself out of trouble while swap naim is hard headed a bit but somehow a troublemaker and uses his pengawas privileges fo used it as an excuse to kick some people who dare to hurt his brother.

kahar is 100% proud but also like fighting his own internal conflict cause he's still on the bridge of whether or not hes right. the guilt is bad but the hate for his father is stronger

i love amir hes my favourite character in the whole series and that storyline for him i feel was so perfect for his character and development. i could go on and on abt him but im not going to cause i'd stop making sense 5 words in.i have my own little hc abt amir and naim but 🤭🤭 going to keep that to myself bc Hurt..,..,

ayam does that thing that kakak2 buat when scolding their little siblings. im speaking as a kakak myself and also as an avid upin ipin enjoyer. also it just stays true to his character bc come on ayam is definitely a kakak. ykwim

also that fakhri swap is. so interesting. im assuming that u mean there is two pairs of brothers with swapped personalities here ok

i feel like fakhri would be slightly weirded out bc Who is That. but also a bit fond of it??? so to speak??? like he thinks that maybe thats who he shouldve been but he doesnt believe that, not really

naim on the other hand would FREAK i think he'd hate that alternate version of him so much BUT also wonder if that was the what a better version of him is like yk. feeds his desire to hide that soft part of him so he doesnt know what to feel

[lumineescente]

seungjin drabble (again) FULL FIC UPDATE

hii im doing a thing called slowtober (made by @/oeildesaturne on instagram, french speaking folks check it out!! although be aware of tw mental health and eds talks) and i'm posting on twitter a seungjin au per word

for the second word of this slowtober we got "black cat"

For this word it's a modern supernatural hyunjin cat shape shifter with his roommates werewolf felix and ghost jeongin greeting their new (human) roommate seungmin

AAAND it's not betaed.. plus it's just a little brainrot but i liked it so i'm sharing it here!! not to be too excited but it'd be great to write it entirely (one day)

if you want to check all the drabbles you can go here

GREAT NEW!! this drabble has magically been turned into a full fic that you can check HERE

"Hyunjin!"

Hyunjin opens one eye. His ears moving at the sound of his name being called but not wanting to move any other body parts. He has spent the morning sleeping peacefully in a very sunny spot in their garden and with fall beginning he knows he will not be able to do so for a few months.

"There you are," Felix says as he stands tall, in a respectable distance from Hyunjin.

Felix never really liked cats. Due to his special nature, he never gets close Hyunjin when he is turn into a cat.

"What?" He asks barely moving.

"Did you forget? Our new roommate is coming at any second and you're cat sunbathing."

There is no real bite in his words, he is barely really mad. But they did promise to Minho, who is giving his room to this new person, to make sure nothing weird happens. Which is funny and ironic because Minho has always been the one to play with the weird limit. But the latter would deny it if they were to tell him.

"Right, I totally did not forget, " he finally decides to lie while standing up and stretching his cat body making sure to wake up each and every muscle.

"Good, because I already had to convince Jeongin to make sure he stays hidden but he said he was curious about the new guy but..."

"There you are, Felix!" A voice says at the door of the garden.

Both of them freeze. When Hyunjin looks up he sees the young man Minho had introduced to them a few weeks ago. What is different from that day is that now he is wearing some sweatpants and casual hoodie, his hair is slightly dishevelled and he looks terrible cute. Hyunjin knows his cat ears perks up in joy. How could he have forgotten today was the day he was joining their household ? He is so stupid. And Seungmin is so stupidly cute.

"Oh! I didn't know we had a cat," Seungmin says cutely.

Hyunjin has always been a very tactile person, and the same as a cat, but when Seungmin squats down next to him and gently extends a hand to pet him, he dodges it. The surprise look on Seungmin's eyes makes him swoon.

"He does not like being touch?" Seungmin asks Felix.

Hyunjin almost answers for Felix but thankfully he remembers cat don't speak before he does something that definitely falls into the weird part.

"No he really is affectionate, he must be nervous," Felix smirks and Hyunjin sends him a glare.

The reality is that none of his roommate ever pet him considering, Felix is a werewolf and would rather die than touch a cat, Minho is too jealous of Hyunjin shapeshifting ability, and Jeongin.. well Jeongin could hardly touch anything. Plus maybe it was a bit weird. Well he had never overthink it. But now Seungmin, the very cute new roommate, the very new human cute roommate, wants to scratch his head without knowing it was actually a human being.

"So what's his name?"

Felix seems to think very hardly on it and Hyunjin knows he will come up with something. He meows adamantly. He barely meows because he is used to his roommates knowing he is a human first and always talks normally even as a cat. It sounds weird.

"Its not our cat," Felix ends up saying instead and Hyunjin ears move pleasantly, "he just comes here sometimes..."

"Oh okay."

Seungmin tries again to reach for Hyunjin's head and this time he can not do anything else but let him pet him. It does feel good. He ends up purring a bit and keeps his eyes half closed to not look at Felix's mocking face. It is enjoyable. He could definitely go for that again.

"Hyunjin's not home?" Seungmin asks.

Is Hyunjin insane to hear a bit of disappointment in his voice?

"I dont know where he went, he should come back any time soon."

Yeah! He would come back quicker if Felix could bring Seungmin inside and let him carefully go back to his room to turn into a human again. Instead of letting him pur happily while Seungmin scratches behind his neck. Fucking cat instinct. He sure will remember that whenever Felix needs help.

"Okay well I put most of my stuff in the kitchen, is it okay if you help me get them upstairs?"

"Sure, I just know Hyunjin will magically appear when he hears you need help."

Seungmin stops the petting and Hyunjin opens his eyes quickly enough to see a blush on his face. He wants to bites Felix leg.

"Really.." Seungmin laughs awkwardly, "then maybe you should go..."

He gets up and starts walking back to the inside.

"I hate you," Hyunjin whispers very quietly to Felix.

Like the traitor he is, Felix just winks and runs to follow Seungmin. Hyunjin wants to disappear.

[wifiwuxians]

quick aside for my moment of befuddlement because ive always misunderstood the idiom "like a house on fire" LOL. i always thought it was a passive aggressive way of saying "dude, we would destroy each other lets not talk" so when i first read that I was like ??? context??? doesnt match??? did they misunderstand the idiom? DID I? then i googled it and you're right lol its a nice thing. (tho now i wanna put that in a fic bc i think that would be a delightful misunderstanding for characters to have). IM SO GLAD I MADE UR FUNK SLIGHTLY LESS FUNKY THO. you're great and you're super sweet ;w; if i had more self-confidence, i would definitely jump at the opportunity to befriend. maybe when i get more gutsy

BACK TO THE SONG LAN HATE THO. im sorry, im still in shock. just HOW. also..... how is my interpretation of them not the common one??? again, i stay so strictly to my lane i didnt know other lanes existed and i definitely dont want to hear about it bc i think song lan hate would hurt my heart. it already hurts my heart sometimes when i see xue yang hate and XUE YANG DESERVES IT. literally i despair at media literacy sometimes. i absolutely cannot understand how anyone consumed the same content as we did and decided to be mean to song lan.

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY A FAVORITE ARTIST, DUDE. have you fucking SEEN your stuff?!? like, are you as blind as xiao xingchen? (my sweetie, may he forever regain his sight). your art is GORGEOUS. absolutely worthy of being a fav artist and i am sure im not the only one. for starters, your pieces always have a depth to them that sets them in a scene so freaking beautifully EVEN WHEN THERES NO BG or even in your more simplified styles. when you come out with a "silly phone doodle of xue yang", i see the freaking SKILL needed to make THAT adorable lil gremlin as just a 'silly doodle'. like BRO, youre so skilled that i think youve lost depth of how good an artist you really are. i wish i was smarter with art words so i could tell you in color theory exactly why your colors are so beautiful but im dumb and all i know is "color pretty" BUT SINCE I CAN PORTRAY STUFF WITH WORDS SOMETIMES i'll try to just express how your colors alone can evoke emotion and tell a story, how you use the contrast to make your art pop off the page, the way that the colors caress a scene and show so much more inside. its beautiful, your art is beautiful, i can look at a piece for such a long time and still find interesting details that make me smile. oki i'll stop beng weird now but like NEVER DOUBT YOU'RE FREAKING SKILL BRO. (shit i didnt even get to how your animations just break my brain oeuihgo i love)

lolololol dw abt telling me about the cannibalisms piece, i look Specifically disrespectfully at that one. not big into cannibalism but damn dude, there is a Mood to that piece and frankly, something that messed up sort of suits them on their worst days euorhgioeurh i like me a fluff au or a fix-it fic but damn those two can get Dark.

My otps are often rarepairs ;A; i never do it on purpose, im normally jumping headfirst into a more popular ship but then i just See the potential in two other lil guys and im like.... holdup, wait is no one else seeing those two??? AM I THE ONLY ONE WITNESSING THIS? (yes, yes i am). And the hyperfixation begins and its just me alone at a bar with no bartenders so i make my own food. but im a weird lil guy so my cocktails are always strange and im alone at the bar lol. tbh songxue is one of my LESS rarepair rarepairs. like... theres actually fics that i didnt write for them LOL. (there was one fandom where there were 40 fics for a ship and i wrote all 40. i am a sad and lonely lil loser lol)

(scuse me one of my fav artists said they think i'd write my otp well, i can die happy oaierhgoeirh i actually do write ff for songxue but hahaha im still just a silly anon but its rlly good to know that the person i think characterizes them best in the fandom (that ive seen) thinks i would do a good job with them aoeghuihr thankyou for the high praise, i guarantee i dont deserve it)

(sometimes i've wondered if the reason you draw/write them so well is bc you dont ship them? weird take but like, shippers have shipping goggles right? we see what we wanna see a lot of the time. but since you just think they'd be neat standing next to each other (much agree), you actually put thought into their characterizations and personality instead of just "this is how they'd F*CK" or smth similar. and bc the personalities and stuff mean way more to me than sexy stuff (thats the whole reason i ship them! their personalities!) the fact that even your crack stuff has such a good basis in who they are as people makes your content just so good. whereas sometimes i see content by shippers (no disrespect meant, everyone ships in their own way), its very actively ooc, usually for a kink fill, and im just... but what abt their personalities? what abt the whole reason i think they'd be good together if given the chance?! WHAT ABOUT THEM? and then u come around drawing them like that and i just wish more people portrayed them the way you do. this isnt meant as like an anti-smut thing, i like smut, its just that sometimes pwp is just two strangers who happen to have the character names of my blorbos and literally nothing else in common and theyre my BLORBOS. more power to people who like that stuff, i will stay in my lane and bother this poor lovely person who doesnt even like the ship but is kind enough to see their potential to be pals cuz damn im in it for the emotions)

heh heh yeah it means we'd get along well but i like that interpretation too and think it would make a great story!! here's to you becoming more gutsy! (though again you're very free to use an alt or something!)

genuinely why i don't go looking lmao... song lan fans are so fucking strong to have to deal with the shit people have said BUT nowadays the climate seems to be a lot better :D i see lots of thirst for him at least KFHKDJ and my appreciation post of him has 800 notes so that's hopeful at least! but same i don't get it at all (though honestly i will say a lot of character hate stems from shipping. legit.) but yeah regarding xy hate for me it's gotta be for the "right" reasons LMAO

LJHLFHFD ALL THE COMPLIMENTS MY BRAIN CANT TAKE EM!!!! genuinely!!! THANK YOU!!!! i do often tell myself 'your stuff doesn't have to be perfect it just has to spark joy' to feel better about not rendering a piece to hell and back and mostly taking the lazy route, though this year i really wanna branch out and try more! but all of this has shot me in the heart... emotion to me is the most important part of art, and one of my favorite responses to get is laughter, and you don't need a 4K HD piece for that haha BUT LISTEN YOURE NOT WEIRD EVERY ARTIST I KNOW WOULD KILL TO HEAR THIS im gonna frame it. but after ive printed and eaten another copy like wow you think i set the scene ;_; will cry (agsjdhf sorry i really do read everything im just. PROCESSING!!!)

ahaha yeah for sure! i do love me some cannibalism (i am the cannibal friend) but absolutely that was just intended as a very dark place. song lan has Had it (the premise was xy thinking hey, he likes me, let me remove the nails i am sure everything will be fineOHNOOO)

oh dude i have chronic rarepair disease. most of what i ship is stuff i've come up with myself so any content is me + 2 souls maximum who i have managed to drag with me and make content KSGKFJ (case in point, xuechao) i just have this compulsion to do what nobody else has done

(you do deserve it! and dont go looking i wanna keep being the one who portrays them best :p)

and hey maybe because YES!!!! my work almost exclusively stems from personality oh my god thank you for acknowledging that i think that is the highest praise of all... how their personalities gel together is SUPER important for me, shipping or otherwise!! i'm telling you you and i would get along really well since we agree on the fundamentals i think! like yeah there's nothing wrong with some good old self indulgence but ooc takes me out of stuff a fair bit, and trust me i feel like most people would think MY stuff is ooc! but the thing about the strangers with blorbo names made me laugh so hard lhKDHJAfhsg i am so guilty of that in the past, i've read my old stuff and i'm just like damn. i just projected onto these dudes. NO MORE (it is bound to still happen privately but hey, ultimately, write what you want to read)

song lan and xue yang, in the 'if given the chance' realm, have exactly my favorite type of duo dynamism which is why i cannot stop drawing them lol like some funky spin on boke/tsukkomi... generally speaking ">:D -_-" is visually my favorite thing to draw haha and again! i wanna say it's not an all-out global dislike, i just a) understand most people are NOT coming at it from where i am so it doesn't interest me/makes me sad, and B) understand WHY people wouldn't be into it. because wow. um. ouch. that sure is some shit

i am gonna take a moment to plug an author i think you might really enjoy, pomegranites on ao3 (@pometogo on here!) ! i can't speak for Every flavor in there being to your tastes but there are definitely a fair few fics that made me bonkers, namely not easily let go, written for song lan love week :D

[thezenanna]

Hi! Same anon that asked about Dina, Maya and Gadrielle's face shapes... I wanna ask about body shapes now. So what shapes do you tend to use when designing their bodies, how different are they from each other? What do you categorize/view their bodies being like (this can be as specific as you want it to be. I like reading your answers).

Also! If you had to assign a kibbe body type to them... What would you pick and why (I don't enjoy the kibbe body types when applied to real people. But ocs are totally fine imo).

heyyy thanks for the question!

Also totally did not know what kibbe body types were so ya learn something new every day yay! That being said, cuz I'm not quite familiar with kibbe body types so imma try my best to describe my ocs' shapes as clear as i could and hope thats suffice somehow?! (words are hard pls bare with me! >.<)

Short answer: Dina and Maya both have a gender-neutral athletic body type being a weird trait of aasimar plus the rigorous monk training. Dina is much lankier than Maya because the bitch is kinda depressed and doesn't look after herself very well, which makes the size difference between Dina and her buff blacksmith orc gf Laura very funny. Maya is slightly taller and buffer than Dina. It's one of the few things Maya would forever hold over Dina like 'im taller so im the big sister here'. Gadrielle, whom to me and my DM's pov, is very much a power femme, her body shapes is almost a small hourglass, but very graceful and she's usually in some humble but flowy and loose clothing. And yes their clothing also aids in shaping them!

Longer explanation below (if u dare)

When you design a character from a concept artist pov, u usually need to take into account their backstory, context, environment etc... So briefly the context for all my ocs here and general high fantasy dnd, which explains the magical features like elven ears, white pupiless eyes, sometimes wings, etc...

Backstory is what's the oc has gone through. Both Dina and Maya have grown up majority of their youth in the Cobalt Soul, where they've gone through rigorous monk training and discipline. Fair to say, they are incredibly in shape. Dina's fighting style however is different from Maya. Dina is a 9th level monk while Maya is a 3 Monk & 7 Warlock and has not gone through as much training as Dina did. Maya's fighting style leans more towards the warlock magic as well as brute strength at times. Dina leans towards dexterity. Maya is more buffed than Dina and Dina is lankier and leaner than Maya. On the other hand, Gadrielle grown up as a humble merchant on the streets and doesn't involve in any martial training, so her physique is rather graceful and soft. Her power lies in her charisma!

Dina doesn't wear any armor at all as a monk so very clean cut clothing that allows her mobility to shine through (croptop, baggy pants). Maya wears something of a cloak and a tough leather vest. Gad wears humble and flowly and loose garment.

Other than that is the little environment bits! Dina has gone down a lot in battles (cursing DM for well play and beat her AC every time), so Dina is sure racked up with scars, I even think there are subtle physical internal parts of her body is deformed or something after this many death saves. Maya also adorns some scars but the magic does save her from having to go toe-to-toe melee we love that for her. Gadrielle does not get in any physical fighting as far as we know of (and we surely hope so!!!)