#like at my current job; i was the only person who didn’t get any info about orientation

[fingertipsmp3]

Why does nothing ever go normally for me. Why is nothing ever straightforward. Just once, when someone tells me they’re going to email me something important, can they actually ✨do it✨

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I left a bad review on a book I haven’t purchased?

(📚📖 to find later)

I’m an audiobook narrator professionally. I do most of my work via independent contracting with a production company. NOTE: they are NOT a publishing house. They do not provide editors/betas/etc for the text, they focus on turning (usually self published) books into audiobooks and marketing those audiobooks.

Most of the books I record with them are great, and I have a lot of fun reading good books! But…some of the books I’ve read for them have been. REALLY. REALLY. bad. Like I personally would have stopped reading within the first few pages bad if it wasn’t literally my job to read the words out loud.

I’m currently reading a book for them that makes me want to tear my hair out. The writing is boring, badly paced, and repetitive. None of the characters are likeable, and the relationships are shallow, the combat is boring, there are no stakes, etc etc. To give you an idea, the main character is the type of kid who on the playground would insist he had a mega super invincibility shield so you couldn’t touch him, but he also had a mega super invincibility shield breaking sword if you decided you wanted a shield too. And the narrative REWARDS HIM for acting that way.

I’ve never left a review on any of the books I’ve narrated before, but this one…i am seriously considering writing a review to try and warn people away from this book.

A few things to consider, though:

1: i am not being paid royalty share from the book, i get a flat rate based on the number of hours in the final audiobook. But as far as I know, the author only starts making money from producing this audiobook once the production company makes back the money they paid me for making it.

2: i would review anonymously/under a fake name and only on the book product page, not the product page for the audiobook version.

3: if an audiobook does not sell, then it is most likely I will not be obligated to continue recording the rest of the series (and it IS a series. At least three books are out as of now. I am currently slated to record them all, provided the audiobook sells decently)

4: the book currently has ~250 reviews already, and a 4.7/5 rating (how???? get some fucking standards), so it’s not like I’m leaving a 1 star review on something that only has 6 reviews.

I don’t think that one bad review would tank the whole series, but I do feel like leaving bad reviews on a product I didn’t even buy might be a dick move, especially if the author’s pay for this book relies on it selling well. But on the other hand, his book sucks and people should know that.

I wouldn’t be leaving a “0 stars: this sucks” review, I’d want to make it comprehensive and detailed. But I’d also feel bad about that because I’m sure the author reads his reviews, and even though his book sucks shit, i don’t want to like…make someone lose their passion to write? But ALSO if you’re making people pay $16 for the book and/or $40 for the audiobook, maybe the book should be fucking good? Idk.

So, tumblr, WIBTA?

[supermarvelgirl15]

The Stripper's Bodyguard

Summary: Wade tricks you into dressing as a stripper to get information for a merc job. Logan isn't too thrilled about it.

Pairing: Logan Howlett × f!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Slight Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, Wade being Wade, alcohol tw, light violence, perverts, and reader has self-doubts for a moment

A/N: I too have become a victim of the Logan Renaissance ™. This is my first time writing for Logan and Wade, so I apologize for any inaccuracies. I love my little angry babygirl <3

Main Masterlist

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You didn’t want to be here. To be fair, you’re sure the only one that wanted to be here was Wade, but his vote didn’t count. Not to you anyway, or Logan for that matter. The place was crowded, loud, and the floor was sticky, you dare not to think with what. 

   The hell, although heaven to some apparently, you were currently in was a strip club. Wade had persuaded, no, dragged you to join him. It was obvious that he was here for something other than the gorgeous, half-naked women because he was dressed head to toe in his suit, despite hiding his weapons from view and some petite bag he was carrying. Sure, he could just be covering his face for—ahem—other reasons, but you knew how Wade played these games. Besides, the only stripper he went to anymore was Vanessa, and this wasn’t her place. 

   Before his little mid-life crisis, you were Wade’s “guy in the chair.” You were the one that would find Wade his merc jobs, always finding the biggest asshole with the biggest number on their head. There were a fair share of targets that were done for free, but those were usually the ones that deserved a fate worse than Wade’s sword. 

   During his time as a car salesman, however, you just became an information distributor, selling knowledge to whoever was willing to buy. You always did your research on the buyer of course, never letting info get into the wrong hands. The job wasn’t fun without Deadpool though. Especially when the rent usually fell onto just you and Al, because who in their right mind would buy a vehicle from a raisin with what looked like a baby Ewok stapled on his head. 

   Then one day, Wade pranced back into the apartment accompanied with a dog dressed in a matching Deadpool suit and a man that seemed vaguely familiar. Apparently, the two of them had just saved your universe, and the scruffy man, Logan, was from another Earth in a separate timeline. You were just happy that Wade had found himself again. 

   Slowly, but surely, you grew accustomed to your new roommate. Logan mostly kept to himself, but he was always kind and polite towards you. The ideal roommate really, unlike a certain mouth. He was easy on the eyes too, so bonus. 

   It was nice to have someone else around while Wade started seeing Vanessa again. You loved Al to death, but when she didn’t have her “white girl interrupted” time, not even the Wolverine dared to get in her way. You’d like to think Logan liked the company as well. 

   Logan didn’t share any of his past with you, but from what you gathered from Wade, you didn’t blame him. You just hoped that this Earth treated him better than the last. Even though you didn’t know too much about him, he seemed like he had earned it. 

   He honestly felt like a personal bodyguard at times, which was great for the creepy guys at the grocery store. One instance when it was your turn to go food shopping, Logan decided to tag along—it was either going with you or risk getting roped into helping Wade give Mary Puppins a bath.  

   While at the store, a guy had come up behind you, making a comment about your ass. Before you could even get a word out, Logan stepped in between you and the guy, looking down at him with an expression that usually meant that he was about to stab Wade with his claws. A “beat it, bub” was all it took for the creep to hightail it out of there. The butterflies that came to life in your stomach after that hadn’t flown away since. 

   You eventually got back the title of Wade’s—and now sometimes Logan’s—guy in the chair, and you were ecstatic to go back to your roots. Between the three of you, rent was no longer a problem, which was relief to Al’s ears. You all made a pretty good team, even with Dogpool. 

   It was earlier that day when Wade came to you, asking if you were free. At the time you had said yes, but now you wished you had lied. He just clapped and ordered you to get ready, that he was going to take you out for a girl’s night—ha! You should’ve known better than that. 

   Logan had overheard you crazily caving into Wade’s pleas to go out with him. He didn’t need heightened senses to know that Wade had an ulterior motive to getting you to go out. That’s why he invited himself to come along. Someone had to make sure Wade wasn’t screwing you over. 

   Now, the three of you were hanging out on the outskirts of the club, the music blaring through the speakers around you. You weren’t even one of the working girls, yet you could still feel multiple pairs of eyes on you. It must’ve been a coincidence that Logan moved himself closer to you then.  

   “Are you going to tell us why you dragged us here?” You questioned Wade over the music. You had to repeat yourself a second time for him to hear you. 

   Wade turned to you, holding up two fingers. “Two things. One: I dragged you here. Real Steel came on his own, which isn’t a new thing for him. Don’t worry, pal, we’ve all been there.” He attempted to give Logan a reassuring pat on the back, but Logan’s warning glare made him rethink it rather quickly. 

   “Two: Remember Mister Bad Guy we’ve been looking into? He’s here getting his rocks off with some friends of his, like some evil orgey thing.” Wade made a gesture with his hands, one making you scrunch your nose up in disgust. You’d think you’d be used to it by now. 

   The “Mister Bad Guy” Wade was referring to was a man named Ramone Grimm—his name even sounded evil. He was one of the homicidal leaders of a trafficking ring that both you and Wade had been keeping tabs on. You’ve been looking tirelessly for where their operations were being held, but kept running into a dead end. How Wade even found out he was here was beyond you. 

   Your eyes widened in surprise. “What? How? More importantly, what does that have to do with me being here?” You never went out into the field, that was strictly Wade’s area of expertise. He knew that too, so now you definitely knew something was up. 

   “Everything, sweetums!” Wade excitedly reached into the bag he had been carrying, pulling out a two-piece set that looked similar to lingerie. “I hope you don’t mind that I know your size. Blind Al’s always getting our bras mixed up in the laundry.” He held up the outfit up against himself to display the look for you. 

   Bile rose up at the back of your throat. “What, what do I need that for?” Your eyes had to be bulging outside of your head. It really didn’t help that Logan was here witnessing all of this. You were going to find a way to kill Wade. 

   Wade just dipped his head, looking at you like he was annoyed that he had to spell it out. “For your promotion to exotic dancer, silly.” He threw the set back into the bag before rubbing his hands together. “Now, what should your name be? Candy’s too cliché. Buttercup? Nah, too Robin Wright-y. How about—” 

   “What?” 

   Both you and Logan spat out the word, though you’re sure his held more venom in it. Logan’s fist clenched at his sides, along with his jaw. He looked more pissed off at Wade than you were, if that was possible. 

   Holding his hands up in surrender, Wade took a step back. “Whoa there, Mickey and Mallory. No need to go all Natural Born Killers on me. It’s just a cover so you could get close enough to Grimm and his buddies. Believe me, if I could get away with wearing this,” he held up the bag that now hung on his finger, “I’d already be out there struttin’ my stuff, baby girl.” 

   Logan stepped in between the two of you. “She’s not wearing that,” he seethed through his teeth. This had to be Wade’s most idiotic plan yet, and Logan wasn’t about to let you be a part of it. 

   Wagging his finger, Wade clicked his tongue. “That’s not very woke of you. I know you were alive before women were even allowed to wear pants, but come on, James, get with the program.” Wade’s life flashed before your eyes when Logan roughly grabbed him by the collar. 

   Before he could take it any further, you snatched the bag out of Wade’s hands. “I’ll do it,” you muttered, rubbing the material in the bag between your fingers. At least it was thick. 

   “You don’t need to do this,” Logan tried to reason with you as he let go of Wade.  

   You just shook your head. “It’s fine, Logan. Besides, you and Wade will be here to watch my six, right?” You let out a dry chuckle at an attempt to make him believe you were actually fine with it, but you knew he could see through your facade. Still, he reluctantly nodded in agreement. 

   The bathroom mirror did nothing to hide your discomfort, both from the lack of clothing in a place full of men with bad intentions and that Wade did in fact get the right size. It was going to be worth it though. You were doing this to save lives. It was just like wearing a bathing suit, right? Right. 

   After several minutes of psyching yourself up, you emerged from the bathroom, the immediate stares burning holes into your skin. There was nothing like being the new blood at a strip joint. You already regretted going along with this. 

   “Well, look. At. You! If I knew you were going to look this sexy, I would’ve started buying you lingerie a loooong time ago.” Wade used his hands as a pretend camera. “Might have to save this mental image for later. I know Wolvie here definitely is, you filthy animal.” 

   The daggers you were using to stab Wade repeatedly in your mind wasn’t enough. 

   You had to make yourself look at Logan, just to see his eyes raking over you, soaking you in. The expression on his face was unreadable. Maybe the outfit wasn’t so bad after all.  

   “What do I need to do now?” You asked as you scanned the crowd, locking eyes with a few different men instantly. Ew. The other women that walked around had a confidence that made your insecurities start to claw their way up to the surface. How could Vanessa do this for a living? 

   Wade made a gesture for a group huddle, but just ended up putting one arm awkwardly around Logan and a hand respectfully on your shoulder. You were surprised that Logan even let him go that far, but you just found that his eyes were still on you. Hopefully he’d think your elevated heartbeat was because of your nerves. 

   “Here’s the gameplan, team. You’re gonna work your magic and make your way to the back where the VIP tables are while we play the stripper’s bodyguard. Once you hear Grimm’s dirty little secrets, we ride off into the sunset. Capiche?” Wade looks at you expectantly. You swallow past the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to nod. “Great! Okay, on three! One, two, three! Go Dragons!”  

   With that, Wade took off skipping across the club, leaving you with your self-doubts. Why did you let him drag you here? Why did you agree to do this? This is why you stay at home, where it’s safe and away from the real danger of this job. You’re not cut out for this. There’re too many people. Are you freaking out now? Oh, no, you’re freaking out— 

   “Hey. Look at me.” 

   Logan gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His touch stopped your inner turmoil, your focus zoning in on him. His eyes glanced over your face. “You look fine,” he assured you. At least you wouldn’t hyperventilate now because you’re pretty sure you forgot how to breathe. 

   “Anyone touches you, says anything to you, so much as looks at you the wrong way—you come get me, and I’ll set ’em straight. Understand?” Logan’s voice is low as he speaks to you, the sound comforting to your ears against the obnoxious music. You slowly nod, not trusting your voice enough to respond verbally.  

   He keeps eye contact with you, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your chin, until he’s sure you’ll be okay. It isn’t until then that he finally let’s go of you, reluctantly pushing himself through the club in the opposite direction that Wade went. You didn’t take your eyes off his back until he disappeared into the sea of people. 

   You take a deep breath, coming back to your senses. You could do this. You looked hot, you were confident, and Logan or Wade wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. Everything would be fine. 

   Your shoes had trouble with clinging to the questionable floor as you made your way towards the back, ignoring the cat calls from other patrons. You picked up a discarded tray with drinks from a table to make it look like you had a reason for being in VIP. It was surprisingly easy to get in, with you just telling the bouncer that you were the new blood. The way his eyes raked over your body was nothing like the way Logan had looked at you. This one left you nauseated instead of elated.  

   The bouncer just let you in with a mumbled “good luck” and closed the rope behind you. Now, you just had to find Grimm’s table. His face was practically burned onto the back of your eyelids from all the times you’ve been researching him and his group. How did Wade find him here when you didn’t? You probably didn’t want to know. 

   Once you slipped pass the VIP rope, Logan lost sight of you, which made his heartbeat pick up some. It was hard to focus on just your scent when there were so many others mixing together within this place. He was going to stab Wade in the dick for this. You shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t have let you do this.  

   One way or the other, this was going to end with him mauling somebody. Everyone in this place should be praying to God that someone doesn’t lay a single finger on you. He needed a drink. 

   Grimm’s table were a bunch of disgusting bastards. They were all drunk and held no respect for the girls that were working their table. Then again, what else would you expect from assholes that ran a trafficking ring. 

   It didn’t take long for one of them to mention something about transporting “products” to a warehouse a couple states over. You tried your hardest to keep your expression neutral as you mentally jotted the location down while also ignoring the unsavory comments from the other men. This whole mess was actually going to be worth it. 

   You were luckily able to slip back out just as easily as you had slipped in, acknowledging the bouncer with a small smile. All you had to do now was find Wade and Logan, get out of here, and put on some more clothes. You were actually amazed at how smoothly this had worked out. 

   “Where you off to, darlin’?” 

   Maybe you spoke too soon. 

   Everything in you went into overdrive as you slowly turned to face the guy that had spoken to you, seeing that he was barely even able to stand on his own. He took a long sip from his beer, his eyes glued to everything on you but your face. 

   “Sorry, my shift just ended.” You offered him an uncomfortable smile before turning away from him.

   The guy immediately grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him. “But we just got started,” he slurred, his breath alone enough to intoxicate you. His grip didn’t waver, even when you tried to pull away. Frantically, your eyes scanned the crowd, hoping to find either Logan or Wade, but neither of them were in sight. Where were they? 

   “Let me go.” You said the words with as much malice that you could muster, but they might as well had fallen on deaf ears. If anything, they just seemed to entice him more. 

   “Oh, ’m like it when ya talk back.” His face was way too close to yours now. The smell of his breath—and his words—were going to make you puke right on him. Good. 

   You barely even registered it when the guy was suddenly slung backwards off of you into a table, the commotion capturing the attention of the nearby clubgoers and workers. The cause of the pervert’s sudden take of flight was none other than Logan, who now stood in front of you, his chest heaving and eyes filled with a rage that not even you had seen before. 

   “What the hell?!” Perve guy yelled as he clamored to stand back up, someone beside him eventually helping him. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 

   Logan’s hands twitched at his sides. “She said let her go.” You were worried his teeth were about to break with how hard he clenched them together. 

   Perve guy scoffed. “’M money means I can touch her if I want, jackass.” He attempted to push past Logan to get to you, but he didn’t get too far before Logan pushed him backwards until his back hit the wall with a loud thud. Logan’s claws unsheathed against the man’s neck, earning gasps and screams from the crowd that now surrounded them. 

   “You wanna try that again, bub?” Logan spat, his claws only just grazing the perve’s bobbing Adam's apple. The guy shook his head, his eyes wide. He seemed to sober up almost immediately. 

   When Logan didn’t make a move to let him go, you slowly approached him, calling his name. “Let’s get out of here.” You placed your hand on his arm gently, moving your head so he would look you in the eye.  

   Slowly, Logan retracted his claws and let him go. He gestured with his head for the guy to beat it, which he did not hesitate to do. Logan turned to you then, delicately grabbing your arm where the guy had had a hold of you. “Did he hurt you?” He still held a bit of anger in his eyes, prepared to gut the guy if you said yes. 

   You shook your head. “I’m fine. Can we just get out of here?” If anything, you’d have a bruise in the morning. You’d just try to hide it from Logan if so. The two of you had already created a big enough commotion as it was.  

   Logan stared at you a moment longer, making sure that you were actually okay. He shrugged off his jacket, placing it over your shoulders before directing you towards the door. Not a single person even dared to look in your direction while he was with you. 

   Wade had met you at the door, a few bills tucked into his belt. “I heard there was almost a murder on the dancefloor, and not the kind that gives you a salt burn either.” He paused when he noticed you in Logan’s jacket, and that Logan had a protective arm wrapped around your shoulder. “O. M. G. Did y’all have a 1992’s The Bodyguard moment? You totally did, didn’t you? You have to tell me every detail. Now, who was Whitney and who was Costner?”  

   Both you and Logan shared a look with each other before glaring at Wade. 

   “Shut it, Wade.” 

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[unfortunatelysleepy]

Hello how are you?

I would like to know in your Au, how the doorman ended up working for DDD

(1) Hello to you too!! I’m very tired rn but all right 👍🏼 thx for asking!!

(2) I haven’t fully finished my lore about that but I’ll explain the parts that i have!! (This is gonna be a long one 😬)

So June (the name of the Doorman as they joined the D.D.D (officially) in June!) was abandoned by their siblings and parent when they were caught by the D.R.D (Doppelganger Research Department, a headcanon department lol) as they were the weakest/sickest among them. (another headcanon that doppelgänger’s tend to abandon the weakest family member if they are in danger or not enough food etc etc,) so the D.R.D only managed to catch June.

June, thinking the D.R.D was gonna kill them, literally panicking, offered them a truce (kind of? Idk how to word it). The offer was they would give any information they know about doppelgangers and that they would hunt for them (they were still kinda pissed off cuz they just got abandoned by their family and honestly shitty life(the weakest tends to get neglected) ) In exchange for their life and food (regular meat ofc) etc.

The D.R.D, who are f*cking surprised by the offer, are very suspicious but listens anyways (because this is a first time for them)

They talk some sh*t out, D.R.D informs the D.D.D, talk some sh*t with them to, and then finally both departments decides to (surprisingly) agree but with very strict conditions and guidelines and supervised and if that if they break any rules or anything then it’s straight to 💀 basically. etc etc.

Anyways after a few months of just hunting other doppelgangers (maybe a bit too aggressively/personally, they were still pissed)and building trust. They finally became the Doorman!! Yipee!!

June was honestly surprised when they were offered the job cuz they just expected to hunt doppelgangers for them, and give them info or something but around that time the doormen kept messing up cause alot of them were quitting cuz it was mentally draining etc. (basically alot of problems)

So the D.D.D kinda had no choice but to hire them ig. Also Cuz they were prob the best at finding other doppelgangers, etc. but it was only temporary until they could fine some better solution. (They were still supervised at the first few weeks. Another doorman ((with a secret button device to call for the D.D.D if June were to do anything sus, they were serious with the conditions/rules)) was with them to teach them the basics as this was kinda a last minute hire lol)

After a few weeks of doing their job and getting to know the neighbors (and getting a bit attached) they realized they kinda liked the job so they talked to the D.D.D about it and they said “aight 👍🏼” so June officially became the doorman!! Yipee!! (This is the time where they get their name. ((They were called “the dopple” by the D.D.D, “Doorman” by the neighbors)) As one of the neighbors asked for their name during their job and said “uhh…” looks at a calendar “it’s june.” “…i’m not sure if you are saying your name or you are just saying the current month.”))

I did while i am tired so there might be spelling mistakes or things that didn’t make sense so apologies in advance!! If you have any more questions please ask!! (I didn’t go everything into detail as this is already too long)

Thx for the ask💕/gen

[sparkles-oflight]

Writing Original Characters – a rant that might be useful

Hello, everyone. This is a post different than usual. If you don’t know me, first of all, “hi” and second, I should probably talk about my experience in story writing beforehand.

I’m currently a 19-year-old student in communications (I’m not a native English speaker as you might be able to tell), but I also used to be a multimedia student in high school. I started writing and adapting scripts when I was 12 as a fun hobby with my friends, but I also found interest in writing at a young age – though you can say that passion of mine always stayed “saved” in a drawer. I truly started writing scripts for school at 15/16 and I still do, as well as short fictional stories for my personal entertainment. This next university semester, I’m also planning on taking scriptwriting classes. At some point in my life, I also wanted to be a critic of cinematography in videoclips, series, games etc. but that was just another idea I set aside. Even though I keep my ideas to myself, I’m currently writing a fanfic related to a band (it’s a Slovenian band called Joker Out, I truly recommend their music).

Just like in “actual writing” – whatever that might mean to you – when you bring life to original characters, you want your audience to feel something towards them. I’ve recently finished writing chapter 7 of my fanfiction and while I adored writing these past two chapters, they kind of “destroyed” my perception of my favorite chapter until then (Chapter 4). I’ll not go into heavy detail for the sake of avoiding spoilers for the two people who are reading it (I’m not joking, I’m this passioned about something that a maximum of 2 people are reading), but I got myself rooting for the “we didn’t work out” couple instead of the main ones.

I couldn’t wrap my head around it, after all, my original character had a personality, a background, and character flaws that are crucial to any character in any media format (and trust me, I’ve been in a rabbit hole of character and movie writing analysis videos lately) - it’s the way your audience gets to connect with your character.

However, I made a huge mistake. You see, even though I try to write in the POVs of the characters, I decided to break the “archetype” of “Oh, cutsie new character is in love with x and y person and they have to choose who they like. Here ya go: a list of all things they have done in their life”. In my story, I decided that the character already pre-existed and had already interactions with the characters pre-story. And it’s not until chapter 4 where we first get their POV which also doesn’t explain much about the character… So, by the time we get to chapter 6 – which, again, I’ll not dive into– we still know nothing about this character and. We know their name, their age, their love for their country and their job, and that they are a little bit emotional and apologetic.

As I wrote more, I’ve come to realize that the only chance I’ll get “to fix” my character for it to still be likable is by getting more info out of them or else the story will just get boring and annoying. I thought I hated the character because I made the mistake of making it so similar to me. In reality, the character just lacks information. It’s good to hold back some information from the reader, but not too much. I know all their traumas, I know all my character went through and I know why their flaws make them great, but the reader doesn’t.

Honestly, the conclusion to this personal rant of mine is: Don’t be afraid to give information to your audience. People need something to relate to and especially in this day and age where the spam of our concentration was somehow reduced to less than a fucking goldfish. More than just telling compelling or realistic stories, have characters whose stories people want to dive into and learn more about, and share them in an interesting way.

If you’ve made it so far down here, hi again. Thank you for reading this. And feel free to share your thoughts and comments and other writing tips you might consider important. I want this space to feel safe for young writers and open for debate any time ;) I might be a little chaotic most days, but hey, deep down I have some nice thoughts as well… And don’t be like me: a little bitch who never follows their dreams ^^’ cya soon.

[pyolyuja]

hi again everybody !!  it’s admin ocha here with my 2nd child who is the epitome of tranquil surfer boy aesthetic~  i am wayyyy less prepared with him, so pretty much all his info barring his profile/stats page is under the cut , but i wanted to go ahead and post something for him 🧡 beyond the read more, you’ll find his bullet point origin story & some wanted connections so please do hit the heart if you would like to plot with yunseong !

grew up in the yangyang city area of gangwon district. his parents owned a bed & breakfast at jukdo beach, so the family spent quite a lot of time there.

the family dynamic was really tight-knit and was very reliant on humor to make it through difficult times, something that would have a lifelong effect on yunseong.

while their parents worked, yunseong and his older sister (wc!!) would kill time for hours on the beach. he loved being there, smelling the sea salt in the air, hearing the battling chirps of seagulls and the crashing of waves.

this was where he took his first surfing lesson. he saw them being given on the beach and begged his mother for the 26,000 won it cost to enter the class. he fell in love on the first wave, even though he fell into it within milliseconds. by the end of that day, he had enough muscle memory in his calves to withstand a good five or so seconds on the board.

the lessons became semi-regular and a few months later, he could surf bigger waves and his balance had been trained along quite nicely. he could officially consider it a hobby, and didn’t really need the input of an instructor anymore.

he used his newfound balance to also learn skateboarding, something that translated into a very specific friend group in school.

yunseong was fairly athletic, playing a few different sports in school, but never having any real aspirations to go pro at anything. still, the world of sports fascinated him, and he could definitely see himself doing something behind the scenes.

after graduating from high school, he admittedly slacked off quite a bit. all he really wanted to do that summer was hang out on the beach he grew up on and surf as much as he could. he didn’t really wanna accept that his childhood was over, and it was time to start taking responsibility for himself.

after a year of goofing off, his father scolded him about not taking his future seriously and pushed him to start thinking about what he wanted to do with his life.

he wound up getting accepted to meikyung university in daegu, and is currently pursuing his degree in sports marketing.

after moving to daegu, he got a job at xpixel in the mall to pay his bills and rent (he was insistent on moving out of the dorm and living off campus bc he just couldn’t take it anymore) and is about a year out from graduating.

he’s once again become unsure about his future, because he enjoys working at sunset galleria so much. he kinda just wants to stay at the hotel pool or hang out at the arcade with his friends for the rest of time.

personality

some beachy surfer vibes; mostly he’s just an extremely calm, laidback individual. he’ll really only fight or argue if it means keeping the peace in the end, if that makes sense.

complete mama’s boy. his mom is his favorite person on the whole earth, whereas he wasn’t as close to his more stern father.

still uses humor to lighten the mood or deflect his true feelings. can be a little self-effacing sometimes in a humoristic way. doesn’t like to make other people the butt of his jokes unless he knows them and they have that type of comfort level.

he is the type to cover your shift to help out, but also, don’t expect him to do a good job rip

is slightly competitive due to his background in sports, but again, it’s more in a joke-y way

has a hard time taking anything seriously, and it can be to an annoying degree. it may sometimes feel irreverent, but just when you think he’s incapable of being genuine, he tells you something very real and you’re taken aback by it.

this communicates into how he loves quite a bit. you may sometimes feel like he doesn’t say the right words enough, but he always comes through in the end. he is also pretty big on romantic gestures, rather than using words to convey his feelings. catch him making u a mixtape of songs that remind him of you and planning you a poolside picnic 🧡

wanted connections

gamer friends

friends he hits up the pool with a lot

mutual crush / flirtationship

frenemies

fwbs

roommates

friends from college / study buddies

people who will actually eat his strange cooking

literally anything give me all the things

[theimperialnuisance]

FFXIV Write 2023 || FFXIV Write info\\Prompt list\\Character info \\Master post ||

Prompt 19: Weal

a raised mark on the skin caused by being hit or injured

Character(s): Atticus Wolfram  Cw: very mild injury and blood descriptions but really only mentions of it, no major detail Word count: 695 Notes: all of my oc’s fit this one so in the true nature of an indecisive person, I did a random name generator! It landed on Atticus so have a soft and angsty story of some pre-arr hcs :3 Sorry if the ‘event’ is vague here but I plan to elaborate it further later on cause it is canon to his backstory but I didn’t have the time or brain space to type it all out XD 

“You’re reckless, you know that?” 

Atticus wanted to laugh in response but that soon cut off with a hiss through his teeth as a cold cloth was gently pressed to his cheek. As much as the coolness should have brought relief to to fresh cut on his skin, it ended up stinging much more. 

“Keep hold of that to stop the bleeding and I’ll tend to your other wounds.” 

Atticus obeyed, knowing better to not argue with the woman who had been looking after him ever since he arrived to Ul’dah. She was much older than him, a short and stout hyur woman named Ryelle who ran a local herb and remedy shop. “I’m no healer, but I can make a damn good potion,” she had told him when he first stumbled into her shop nearly three years ago. Ever since then, it became almost second nature to go to her when he needed a potion or two to numb the aches and pains from his job since he had no affinity to healing magic either. And over the years, she began to look out for him more than just selling a remedy or two, becoming one of the few people who knew about his past and his current occupation, the real one and the under the table one.

“What did you do this time?” Ryelle asked in quiet exasperation as she gingerly lifted his arms one at a time to examine the scratches and weals that decorated them, some already bruising underneath the dried blood. “Gunbreaker business, or Reaper business?” 

Atticus didn’t respond, the wound on his cheek still made it difficult to talk. Even so, he didn’t think he could talk about it just yet, the mere thought of having to recount the previous event to someone made his throat tight and his eyes sting. Though he tried to keep his expression stoic, Ryelle was too observant and caught on. 

“You don’t have to hide it Atticus,” she said softly as she took over the cloth again still placed against his cheek. “but you can tell me when you’re ready.” she pulled the cloth away, discarding it now that it was red with blood and gently brushed a thumb near the raised skin, still reddened and raw but at least the bleeding had stopped. “This will probably scar,” Ryelle tutted and Atticus winced a little at the contact. “I’ll at least get you a potion to help aid the pain and healing process but without any sort of healing magic, you’ll have this as a reminder every time you look in the mirror.”

Atticus swallowed the lump in his throat, finally finding his voice. “I want the reminder.” 

What he had to do today would be forever burned into his memory and the physical reminder of his mistake would be enough to not let things get out of hand again like they did today. That was his thought process, at least. One that probably made no sense to the woman in front of him but it was enough for him and that was all that mattered. 

Ryelle let out a sigh as she gave the Elezen a fresh cold cloth to press to his cheek again before standing up. “Stay put with that, I’ll grab the potions for you and then we'll stitch and bandage you up.” 

Another silent nod as she began to retreat to the front of the store. “Oh and Atticus?” A quiet hum in response. “After I’m through, I’m closing up early and making you a nice dinner and you’ll be staying here for a few days to rest, got it?” 

Atticus looked up at her, a small grateful smile spreading across his face. “Thanks Ryelle,” he really didn’t know how or when this whole mother/son relationship between them became so strong but he didn’t want to question it. It was something he had craved since he fled his homeland and he wanted to hold tightly to it as long as he could. 

Ryelle smiled warmly in return. “Think none of it, love.” She then disappeared to the storefront to gather her supplies to finish patching him up. 

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I feel like people are too hard on Peg, yeah she sided with Miles and the Disruptors at the end initial climax of the movie, but I can’t blame her.

First of all, we know that her entire working life has been taking care of Birdie, other than a slight stint in retail.  she isn’t rich or famous, she’ just the babysitter of a rich and famous person, at best she’s middle class, possibly with money stashed away if she embezzled some from Birdie, but that’s doubtful.all she had as a form of income is taking care of Birdie despite how tough of a job is because her client is an idiot.

Secondly, is it the right thing to do to back Helen, yes, but they lost their only leverage with the napkin burned, which in an actual case wouldnt’ give them that much leverage even if the movie is pretending that it would.  the only chance they have is for the others to reveal what they heard, which they already wouldn’t since they lied under oath already. Even if she backed Helen, at best they win the case and she loses her job.  far more likely, she backs Helen and is fired, defamed by her former boss and her powerful friend, including a congresswoman and the richest man in the world who everyone thinks is a tech genius.  It’s one thing if they had proof, but there was nothing to gain except a moral victory that would amount to nothing but lose for her. Or the worst could happen and Miles who already killed a former friend and business partner, a current friend, and tried to kill Helen with a gun less than an hour before the reveal. Someone who owned the island, an island that they were stuck on until morning at the earliest.

third, why would she stick her neck out for Benoit and Helen, yes, it’s the right thing to do, all the Distruptors treat her at best as Birdie’s tagalong, but the two of them don’t treat her any better. Neither of them I think bothered to talk to her throughout the entire movie, or even look at her. Their only interactions with her are both of them treating her like the help, Helen as Andi shoving a drink in her hand while she can go off on the Disrupters and Benoit telling her to radio the boats.  While Peg didn’t look at all uncomfortable with Helen/Andi shoving her drink in her hands, it’s not getting to know her either.  They didn’t even bother to think of her as a suspect or someone who they could get information from.  It’s not like it would have been hard for Helen to talk to her, the way Peg looked at her she would have done anything for a moment alone with her.  Not sure if Peg had a thing with Andi that we don’t know about from before she got ostracized by the group, or if Peg was just attracted to women who are as beautiful as Janelle Monáe, which I cant’ blame her for.  But they didn’t even try to get info from her or treat her as anything other than Birdie’s accessory.

fourth, and while this doesn’t excuse Peg, she was drunk, probably insanely so.  before Duke dies, she has a her cup but she uses a bottle of some sort of liquor, I think Bacardi but I’m not a drinker, in Miles’ toast.  She’s not in a right state of mind and while the murder and lights going out might have sobered up her a bit mentally, the body just doesn’t work like that.  there’ maybe a hour at most between Duke’s death and the reveal, there’s a very good chance she’s still drunk in between the moment.  Mentally exhausted from dealing with Birdie’s garbage and treated like Birdie’s keeper/luggage I’d be drinking to or maybe high.  I’d also be more susceptible to going along with whatever a group, including my boss, wanted me to do. 

I’m not saying she’s a saint who was wrongfully accused.  Regardless of the reason, she sided with a murderer when she knew he did it.  But acting like she’s the same as the Disruptors is just wrong

[accustiv-archived]

@audaciiae sent: 📔 wait i also wanna see beaus notes about kit/the chameleon hehehe / accepting

a collection of experts from the records of beau carnegie regarding kit harris:

Entry 162 .

The Chameleon went to Oxygen today. The actual Chameleon. Apparently it was their birthday? Apparently they booked with Alex. Apparently they were wasted. Cas seemed super excited, which makes sense, but I also have a really bad feeling about this. I don’t think we need to be circling someone like that right now. Whatever, absolutely wild they’re only like 22.

Entry 173 .

Kit Harris. 22 years old. Fake redhead, fake RP accent. Currently operating out of Los Angeles. Currently fucking Alex Stanwick. Like right now. I had to hide in the bathroom until it was clear for me to get out. I haven’t asked Jack what info she has on them, I don’t need to, I can do my own homework.

Entry 176 .

Kit is taking Alex on a heist. I guess that means Cas is in their crew now? He’s being vague with the details, but from what I gather it’s Kit that doesn’t have a real plan, not that he doesn’t want to tell me. Kit’s operation is a little hard to understand, I genuinely don’t think there’s much actual structure? Loyal crew, though, which is always a concern when you’re lying to someone like that - loyalty is a lot harder to circumvent than job security.

Entry 181 .

They won’t leave him alone they won’t leave him alone they won’t leave him the fuck alone !!!!

Entry 189 .

This is the third time Casper has taken Kit’s target from them before they get the chance, and Kit’s still no closer to figuring out it’s him by the looks of it. I’ve asked him to stop. He won’t.

I have been looking into them as much as I can, there’s just nothing there. I found a few possible missing persons who could possibly be connected to the Chameleon, teenager that went missing from Chicago, a Scottish tourist that vanished in Cancun, a French Canadian hospital patient, and a Floridian who went to Mykonos and never came back. The dates all match up roughly, all of the cases have really suspiciously haphazard records, and I have absolutely no idea if any of them are anything at all or if I’m just wasting my time. I don’t like knowing who I’m dealing with. Who he’s dealing with. I don’t like it.

Entry 190 .

I think Kit stole M’s cheque. $25k taken from the safe? I know it wasn’t me, even if Casper seemed to think it was… I know it wasn’t me, I don’t steal from the house, what the fuck? He said Kit wouldn’t, that they would just break the lock rather than pick it, that he didn’t see any of their crew either, that they wouldn’t do that to him. But??? Kit doesn’t know Casper, they only know Alex, and Alex wouldn’t give a shit?

It was Kit, I know it was. But he won’t listen to me… I think he’s actually falling for his own con? I want to get out. I want him to get out. I don’t know what to do.

Entry 348 .

I fucked Kit... shit.

Entry 349 .

Cas gets out tomorrow. I’m going to pick him up. I don’t know if he’ll listen to me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to warn him. Kit wants to do some big reveal before things kick off, they have a flair for the dramatic, in case that hasn’t become excruciatingly obvious. From what they’ve told me it’s the manuscripts they’re after, I’ve checked the storage units I had access to, and found nothing. Kit’s also been looking, but I haven’t asked for details yet, I don’t want to show my hand too early. They still haven’t introduced me to anyone else in their crew, so I know they don’t trust me for shit, which means I am going to have to keep myself as unsuspicious as I can for as long as I can. If Kit wants those manuscripts, I want to know why. Then I can start to think.

Entry 361 .

They’re actually going to kill me.

Kit came round today, apparently Casper hasn’t been as thorough with his bug sweeps as I thought. They heard everything. I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I don’t know how much time I have left to win them back before they give up and just get rid of me. I don’t even know why I’m doing this anymore - I don’t know what I thought this would achieve, I don’t know why I’m so stupid. He doesn’t give a shit about me, I know that, so why can’t I just let Kit have him? Sometimes I think that’s what he wants anyway.

Anyway, the cut’s minor. If there’s a scar it will be minimal. So that’s something.

Entry 491 .

Fuck. Alright.

I’m encrypting these records with new software, and then I’m going to stop updating. If anyone finds these it will be Jack. I don’t even know why I’ve kept them this long. I don’t know what the point is. I don’t know. But I know someone’s going to die soon, I’m going to die soon. If I don’t leave, I will be killed. If I don’t draw a line under this fucked up toxic twisted bullshit between Casper and Kit, one of them will finally snap and kill me… Probably Kit. Probably to get to Casper - like that would ever work. Neither of them will notice I’m gone, not until they need something from me, anyway. I’m not going to say where I’m going. I’m not going to say when I’m leaving. Kit’s been too deep in my head for too long for me to even know if this is my choice, and the longer I stay pining for Casper, the harder it gets for me to see the surface. I’m drowning. I’m tired. I don’t want to be a pawn anymore. So I’m out.

Jack, if you do find this; I missed you.

Swiss Accounts are Here Here and Here.

Cayman Accounts Here and Here.

Bank of America Here.

HSBC Here.

Storage unit coordinates Here and Here.

I don’t need them anymore. The money’s yours.

If its Cas or Kit reading this? I have nothing left to say. Fuck you both.

[cleosven]

Thanks @moonythendwitch!! I love these kinds things lol

1. Are you named after anyone?

I’m named after my mom’s grandpa and his sister (they were given the feminine and masculine versions of the same name because their parents didn’t understand how confusing that would be). My dad wanted to name me Clifford (yes, like the big red dog) and I’m happy everyday that he didn’t get his way

2. When was the last time you cried?

Like 5 mins ago. I cry like all the time tho, so no need to be concerned 

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I don’t think so. I’m pretty bad at understanding sarcasm in general, but sometimes I repeat phrases that I’ve heard like “yeah, right” when I mean “no” but it’s not intentional

5. Why is there no question number 5???????

This is a good question. I’m going to say it’s a good reminder that life doesn’t make sense, and it’s ok to just accept it and move onto the next thing (in this case, question 6) 

6. What's your eye colour?

I’d say blue, but most people I meet think my eyes are grey 

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings forever and ever! But like actually happy, like if the character was better off without the love interest, they don’t get together int he end. I also don’t mind scary movies if they have happy endings. But I can’t do war movies, no matter how happy the ending is, because I know those characters blowing up in the background really did die and I can’t get over it. I need fiction 1000%

8. Any special talents?

I’m ambidextrous, I’m great at romantically attracting people who don’t actually want to be with me, and I make an amazing grilled cheese. (I know one of these isn’t like the others, but you’ve got things to do, posts to read, no reason to dwell here)

9. Where were you born?

In a bathtub in a cabin on top of a mountain during a snow storm (prob not the question, but it’s a more fun answer than my country)

10. What are your hobbies?

Currently, um, watching all of Netflix, interacting w/ people on tumblr, writing tylorpe fics, over thinking things. But if you want, like, new info, I also sew clothes, write scientific research papers for no reason, and do UX design

11. Do you have any pets?

I don’t, but my sibling has a Great Pyr mix who is a giant sleepy floof, and my SO’s fam just got a mini-schnauzer who is a cute lil tornado of teeth and claws

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played soccer in elementary school, but when I hit middle school my parents were like “you should only do things that make you happy” and wearing those tall soccer socks was killing me, so I quit. Then in high school they were like “just kidding, you have to do a sport to get into college” so I did swim team, and I did that nerd-to-hot transformation so I like can’t even be mad at my parents about it

13. How tall are you?

Maybe 5′9″(~175 cm) which is strange. I’m the shortest person on both sides of my family, of any gender. My dad’s like 6′5″ (~196 cm) so yeah idk what happened

14. Favorite subject in school?

I literally loved every subject. I love school and learning, but I felt kinda bad picking a favorite (like Phoebe from friends style). But I’ll say science, because it stressed me out the least  

15. Dream job?

Currently? The most realistically possible job that would still be a dream: UX designer for tumblr. Reach dream job, that could still technically happen: Netflix tv show writer. Most impossible dream job: getting paid to go to do whatever I want, like write and talk to people, and still get the feeling that I’m contributing to society 

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Tagging: @lilitblaukatz, @writhingcreature, @achilles-s-gay-tantrum, @just-jessiejames, @tyler-is-hot​, @thekpotterhead​, @i-oooo​ (absolutely no pressure to do this tho!!) 

And if you’re wondering, yes, I did have too much fun with these questions

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thanks for the tag @sillyliterature !!

1. Are you named after anyone? 

No, my mom suggested naming me after one of her friends but my parents didn't end up picking that name!

2. When was the last time you cried?

This month, can't remember exactly when but definitely this month

3. Do you have kids?

Not at the moment!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I used to, but I've dropped it as I've gotten older. Now I only use it to make exaggerated jokes.

6. What's your eye color? 

Blue

7. Scary movies or happy endings? 

Happy endings for sure, I've never been a fan of scary movies

8. Any special talents?

Hmmm... I can do voices and (some) accents? Idk if that counts but it's really useful for dnd, haha~

9. Where were you born? 

The Netherlands

10. What are your hobbies? 

The biggest one is writing for sure! I also love playing dnd, playing video games, reading, visiting bookstores, going on walks, singing (not especially good at it but love it anyway), sewing... I'll try just about anything, but those are my favs!

11. Have you any pets? 

If my family's cat counts, then yes, even if he sadly doesn't live at my place. If I could, I'd adopt 2 cats right now.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Right now, none. I don't like sports, generally speaking, though I love dancing and used to do kickboxing.

13. How tall are you? 

like 168cm I think

14. Favorite subject in school? 

English, Spanish, History, and depending on the teacher, Chemistry

15. Dream job? 

Full-time author... that would be so amazing

Tagging: @jillfizzart @megatraven @vespersposts @gehaktbal @jotarowan @flatescardos @nicolasadrabbles @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @shakethatsassyass @youvegottrouble @hauntedgarden95 @gaymergoose @miharu-ojou-sama @chiaki-c and @indoctrinates (if you feel like it, no pressure!)