#maybe a select few but generally nah

[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 12

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, will probably get NSFW later, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

warnings/labels: a tragic but necessary lack of Jason in this chapter, reader's friend calls her a bitch (affectionately), talks about insecurities wc: 2k

Chapter Selection

“Bitch, get out here already!” Stella called from her perch on my couch.

I chuckled softly, slowly entering the living room. It felt so strange to have such a fancy gown on in my dinky little apartment, but Stella had pulled the best friend card, so of course I had to show it to her! I did a little spin so she could see the full effect.

She gasped softly, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh my fucking god…”

“... What?”

“God, you look like a princess!” She squealed before pouting a bit. “It's downright criminal that you're not even going to ask them about letting me tag along! I want the princess treatment too!”

I chuckled, smoothing out the skirt. “I'm not going to ask favors of people I barely know, Stell!”

“So ask your boyfriend, you know him!”

“Next time. I don't want it to look like I'm using him for his family connections, or his money.”

She sighed; “I guess you have a point … hey, he's got brothers, any of them single? Maybe I could swing my own invite to this thing!”

“... You know what, I don't know if Dick is single or not. … Tim's got a boyfriend, so the only definitely single one is the fourteen years old.”

She sighed, throwing herself back on the armrest. “Lame… well, at least let me live vicariously through you; what are you gonna wear with it?”

“... Elaborate?”

She raised an eyebrow; “jewelry, shoes? Oh! Let me do your hair and makeup, pleeeaaaase let me do your hair and makeup for the gala!”

“... Jewelry; I don't know. Shoes; these black heels Stephanie helped me find - she said they're the most comfortable heels she's ever worn, I just have to wear them for a few hours at a time the week before. Hair and makeup; yes, you can be in charge.”

Stella beamed, clapping excitedly. “Ok! Go get changed, we're going shopping!”

“We- … I literally just put this on, now you want it off???”

“We have to get you some jewelry to go with your dress!” She grinned, shoving me toward the bedroom. “Unless you think he's going to get you something special? Should we leave your options open?”

“Oh god, he better not… Nah, he wouldn't. The only reason I let him buy the dress was because I couldn't afford to do it myself, he knows that.”

“... Girl, you are the only person I know who could be handed a golden opportunity to be a sugar baby and wouldn't take it. What is wrong with you? Do you like the diner that much?”

She helped me out of the dress, hanging it back up and zipping the garment bag around it while I found some casual clothes to wear. “Not particularly, but I do like my independence. I do like knowing that if something went wrong I would still be able to take care of myself. And I definitely like knowing that I'm not relying on a man I've known for less than a year to pay my rent.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “Ok, but … what if you guys got married? Would you let him pay the rent then?”

“In that highly unlikely scenario? Sure, why not?” We kicked our shoes on and headed down toward the bus stop.

“What do you mean ‘unlikely’?”

“... He's who he is, and I'm who I am. … I love him, Stella. I think I probably would marry him if he asked, but honestly, … sometimes I still wonder when the other shoe is going to drop. I mean, come on; he is so hot-”

She groaned her approval; “indeed~”

“-and sweet, and clever, I just … what on earth does he see in me??” I sighed softly, fidgeting with the strap of my purse.

“Um, hello? Beautiful, smart, kind, generous, creative; gee, I wonder what he could possibly like about you!” She smacked the back of my head gently; “do I need to shout your many excellent qualities to the whole street? Cause I fucking will!”

I snickered, shoving her off of me. “Ok, ok! Yes, I have many good qualities. But still, we don't exactly make sense together; he's a Wayne, he could have anything and anyone he wants, and I'm-”

“What he wants.”

“-broke, the fact that we met at all makes no sense.”

“Yes, thank god for the weird pushy brothers, we must remember to include them in our prayers.” She rolled her eyes affectionately as the bus pulled up and we got on.

“He is built like Hercules-”

“And you're built like Aphrodite - thick thighs, soft squeezable curves, excellent tits.”

I snorted; “you show me the Aphrodite statue with a tummy like this, please. Stella, be real. I know I'm pretty - I'm not questioning that. I know Jason doesn't think there's anything wrong with my body, and I don't dislike my body myself. It's just … I also know what the women who are typically at these events look like. I've heard the comments my whole life, I know what people think of bigger girls, and … at a certain point it gets disheartening … I don't want to look out of place next to him.”

She pinched my cheeks between her hands, staring into my eyes. “Now you listen here; you are not allowed to be this defeatist about my best friend and her hunky boyfriend's future. Got that? Yeah, you're in totally different tax brackets, now. But you can't forget, he's the Wayne boy that got lifted out of Crime Alley. He didn't look like he belonged there at first either. Hell, maybe that's one of the things he likes about you; you're kind, and practical, and you don't care about his status.

At this point he's probably used to girls tripping over themselves to say, be, and do whatever he wants because he's a Wayne, not because they like him. We have established that this is not some convoluted college boy prank. He likes you. He's been devoted to you for months; I know because I have barely seen you - you’re always together. He wants to show you off in front of all those one-percenters at that gala. You are what he wants. Sit back and enjoy the ride, girl; stop looking for car crashes!”

Stella gave me a firm look as she released my face, and I slowly nodded; “... You feel better?”

“Much.” She grinned; “you?”

“Much.” She nodded happily and hugged me. I leaned against her, looking out the window for our stop.

Stella pulled me along to store after store, insisting I needed the proper undergarments for a gown like that, then that I should have a new perfume - “not a bath and body works body spray, a proper perfume” for special events -, then since we were already there she wanted to pick the perfect nude lip color for me. Finally, we ended up at the jewelry store. 

“Are you thinking gold or silver?” She peered into the display case.

“I don't know … maybe gold? … Nothing too expensive obviously… maybe a ruby pendant, to match the dress?”

The store clerk ignored us while we looked through the options, busying herself with something at the register. I was looking at a necklace with a gold chain and a teardrop shaped ruby pendant when she hurried over behind the counter. “Hello, Mr. Drake-Wayne! Is there anything I can help you with?”

Stella and I jumped a bit, turning to look behind us. And there was Tim, and Duke. Duke had his usual smile ready for us, but Tim simply raised an eyebrow at the associate. “... These ladies were here first.”

Her smile fell just a bit. “O- oh, of course. Um, … ladies?”

“... We're fine for now, thanks. … Hi Tim.” I chuckled softly; “have you upgraded from running background checks to actual stalking?”

Duke laughed, elbowing me playfully, and Tim groaned softly. “I'm sorry, ok?”

“I know, and I forgive you. You had to protect your family, there's nothing wrong with that. But I now have the right to tease you about it forever.”

Stella elbowed me firmly, wide eyed. “Ow! … Tim, Duke, this is Stella, Stella - Duke, and Tim.”

She grinned, holding out her hand for Duke to shake. “Hi! Wow, I can't believe I'm finally meeting a few of you!”

I chuckled softly. “Yeah, so what are you guys doing here?”

“Just hanging out, but we saw you over here and figured we should make sure you aren't looking at anything for the gala?”

“... Yeah, why?” I raised an eyebrow.

Duke grinned, shaking his head; “then stop.”

“... Jason knows I don't like him spending a bunch of money on me, and he already bought my dress…”

“Girl, get over it. It's a gala, let him get you nice things!” Stella grinned.

Tim tilted his head, frowning; “why don't you want him to spend money on you?”

“... I don't know how to explain this to you Tim. Just, … suffice it to say, Jason knows I don't want him doing that. So why should I not be looking at jewelry?”

The boys looked at each other, having some kind of silent conversation, before back to me; “... Look, just trust us? … We'll help you pick some earrings!”

Duke grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the necklaces. I followed, frowning a bit; “... Alright, but only because I trust Jay…”

Tim nodded, clearly relieved, and the boys started looking through the earring options. Stella followed along, offering her opinions as well. Finally, they had it down to a pair of earrings they insisted was perfect. Only problem was they were $500.

“Jesus Christ, Tim, what's with the bougie taste?” I sighed, setting them back down.

“What? They're perfect!”

“That's like … half my rent, rich boy!”

“... Ok, so I'll get them for you.”

“... Tim, if I don't want Jason spending this kind of money on me, what makes you think it's ok for you to?”

He shrugged; “cause I'm not going to sleep with you after?”

Duke smacked him, wide eyed; “um, dude???”

Stella blinked, not sure what to make of this, and I fixed Tim with my best ‘are you fucking serious?’ look.

“... Is the problem with Jay spending money not that it would make you feel bought and paid for?” Tim frowned, looking me over. “Huh, I'm not usually wrong ... Ok, sorry then. … I really don't understand though, what's the issue if not that?”

“... If I let him buy me too much too quickly it will start turning into a situation where I need him. If he's getting me expensive gifts, and paying my rent, and buying my groceries, how is he supposed to know that any steps we take in our relationship are because we want to take them, and not because I feel like I owe him for funding my lifestyle?”

A glimmer of understanding filled Tim's eyes, and he nodded slowly, a little grin on his face. “Ohhh, you're good. … Figure out what you want to do with your life, a brain like yours is too valuable to be wasted.”

I chuckled softly, nodding once. “I'll get right on that.”

Tim nodded. “Ok, so … let me get the earrings. Cause if I get them, we can say we're even for the whole stalking and background check thing.”

I thought for a moment. I liked having the upper hand on him, it was funny watching him squirm, but I also really did like the earrings, and they would look incredible with the dress. Plus, I wanted to look like I belonged at the gala, and these earrings would help me do that. “... Hmm … Deal. You'll buy the earrings, and I'll stop teasing you with the background check.”

He grinned and nodded, turning back to the counter and the store associate. “Alright, the lady will take these, and those matching hair pins.” He pointed to a set for $300.

“Wha- Tim???” I stared at him.

He smiled brightly; “those are my gift to you. You've been a good sport about a lot of weird shit, and … I haven't seen Jason this happy in a long time.”

“... You're not allowed to get me a Christmas present.”

He shrugged, smiling. “Ah, but you will be around for Christmas? Good.”

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[istharoth]

In love with a 2-D Character?! Sinostra Edition!

Blurb: In which you are a character in a popular game the Tokyo debunker boys are coincidentally in love with.

CW: Mentions of Organ Harvesting in Taiga's section.

↪ Taiga Hoshibami:

He doesn't play games. Next.

JKJK he only plays for the gacha aspect and gets annoyed when he doesn't have any more to pull.

Streamer Taiga? In this AU yes. Streamer Taiga who does absolutely insane things + says out of pocket things but doesn't get cancelled because people think that's his humour.

Taiga: "Lmao, last week I harvested organs." His fans: "OMG TAIGA YOU'RE SO FUNNY! WAS IT BLOODY!?" Also Taiga: *wants to explain the full thing but forgets so he just laughs it off*

So he plays the game right, he's bored as hell, he chooses a random character and then he sees you in the prologue.

You're bloodied up for sexy reasons and you're trying to kill him? That's his type, he loves those angry people who try to kill you, maybe you're a bit greedy too?

Geneunely regrets not choosing you in the selection screen but forgets about your existence just as quick, until you re-appear in the fourth chapter.

Pulls on every banner, does not care who the character is, he just wants to test his luck.

Has insane streamer luck, and luck in general. Is the type of streamer who does pulls on his viewer's accounts and to mess with them, he deletes a high-levelled artefact for fun.

His fanbase knows they have to say goodbye to the artefact to get the character lol

He doesn't remember you for the most part, he just knows you're relevant to the lore of the game.

Maybe has one or two merch items his fans gave him but he forgets who you are.

↪ Romeo 'Fico' Scorpius Lucci:

Adds him into the does not play games list.

Judges every character in the selection screen because Rui will not stop yapping about the game he's playing.

But who is he to judge? His last name is literally a play on Gucci.

You're a satisfactory character, in terms of design, so he picks you.

He's the type to have two accounts, has one for you, his side account, and his other account mains the character you torment, that's his main. [In this case Kaito's favourite character]

Doesn't spend money on the game because he thinks it's unnecessary, though he's easily annoyed when he doesn't get a character. Romeo: SIH [Shrivel in Hell] WTF [What the fuck] RIH [Rot in Hell] CHBB [Come home, you Basic Bitch!]

That's what goes down every time he pulls on his accounts. The last one is meant for his main account, he could never call you BB. You're him, he is you.

Romeo will go out of his way to have the clothes you wear custom-made for himself because he likes them so much.

If you mention a brand in-game, be it perfume or makeup, he's going to search for the equivalent of the irl one and get it.

Also isn't much on merch, might have a few of your jewelry statements and clothes but that's about it.

↪ Ritsu Shinjo

Why is everyone in Sinostra in the does not play games category?

But he'll play it because peer pressure always works.

Is the type of player who focuses too much on the story and if laws are mentioned, he's going to write threads on if they're wrong or right.

Might sue the game company if they're wrong. [nah he won't, I'm just exaggerating.] He understands the concept of fictional and real so i doubt.

selects you because you're the most normal based on the character selection screen.

He thinks he isn't big on merch, but no, he's a collector. You know those standees of characters outside events people steal sometimes? Yeah, he's going to get Taiga to steal them, but in a way that makes them unpunishable by law.

Won't go buy a body pillow but a cardboard cutout is a must. If you have a fan club, he's going to rise up the ranks and would likely be in the single digits of the fandom.

He likes them underrated characters frfr.

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[lolliputian]

Some ramblings on the Tieflings' appearances...

Weirdly enough, this is inspired upon by a comment on a DNDBeyond Facebook post.

There's a book in a few places in the game (most notably Zevlor's area of the Grove) that reference the ritual that Asmodeus and his warlocks did after the Spellplague, which cursed all Tieflings to appear more in his image. Prior to that, my understanding is that Tieflings more closely resembled humans. (Doric from the D&D movie is a good example.)

Many, but not all, of WotC's official artwork in the books show Tieflings with their horns beginning at the brow line, extra growth on the chin to mimic a beard, bumps around their eyes or cheek bones, etc. Many players choose to omit those features in their Tieflings' appearances in their home D&D games. Which leads me to what spurned this ramble: the post I reference showed an old Tiefling woman with obvious protrusions on her brow line and cheeks. The commenter on the post hinted that this was what "old Tieflings used to look like" before everyone decided to make them hot. (To which I say: lulz okay nerd, let people make hot Tieflings.)

Who is the ONLY Tiefling in BG3 who has obvious extra definition to the brow and cheekbones? This handsome fella...

...who is the "old one." Which, admittedly, cracked me up. I'd personally argue that the ridges make him look older than the wrinkles would suggest, but that's neither here nor there.

Now, granted, the fact that the Tieflings aren't more varied in their appearances in the game makes complete sense. Larian could only use so many different facial models when they're giving a set amount to the player, and it's not worth their time to give every NPC a unique face when they could add a lot of variation using the character selection presets.

But we CAN look at the other two unique NPC Tiefling models, Rolan and Dammon:

Dammon's got the more pronounced brow area, which at the very least the face model that Danis and Damays use also share. Both of them also have more pronounced cheekbones that could hint at their infernal ancestry. For me, it's been less obvious on Dammon than it is Rolan; in certain lights in the game, it VERY much looks like his protrude more than normal. I notice it less often with Dammon. Granted, in both their cases, maybe they just have really excellent bone structure, and I'm reading too much into their character models. (Reading too much into things? On TUMBLR? Nah, never happens.) Regardless, two male characters younger than Zevlor don't have as many obvious infernal features, which is an undoubtedly unintentional but still funny call back to "old Tieflings" versus "new Tieflings."

Also consider that Karlach does not share these facial protrusions that the male characters have/seem to have. (I don't think any of the female Tieflings do, and there's some commentary to be had with that, but I digress.)

But who DOES get some extra infernal features in addition to the horns? Wyll. Who is not a Tiefling, but go with it.

For shits and giggles, Mizora and Raphael also have smoother facial features:

Again, I completely understand why most of the NPCs were generic face models for practical reasons. But it is interesting they only gave Zevlor the "traditional" 4e/5e Tiefling look.

What are your thoughts? Or theories, even? Let me hear them!

[evil-peanut-butter-addict-sam]

HEEEEEELLLLOOOOOOOO!!!!! Sorry for putting the questions late just like our railway which is always late by minutes or hours :)

Life update:- THANKSSSSSSSSSSSSS FOR YOUR SUGGESTIONS IT HELPED ME A LOT, NOW I SLEEP ON TIME AND NOT LATE LIKE 4 AM UNLESS I GOT FOOTBALL MATCH TO SEE 😤

I also found out how to keep myself busy and do activities and not actually feel bored, even though i am on my litttleeeeee vacation I am still doing my activities such as writing my first book, pasting images of my idols etc. Also i went for an unexpected shopping yesterday and bought a white shirt and t-shirt ✨ Really enjoying my vacation and I feel refreshed and happy, also I can say I am a lot better than I was weeks ago. Everything is good for me, I am enjoying my single life a lot, feel better and free being on my own terms than under someone else. Anyway I just got few questions bcs this questions arise in my mind a lot and it kinda disturbs me, the questions are given below:-

i) Is it a normal thing or abnormal thing to worry about someone you loved? Like i don't wanna reconnect with them but like the other part of me still worries if they are ok or not, for example like I went to shopping and while I was selecting which dress I should buy but my mind wasn't actually focusing on that instead it was worrying if they are ok or not and it's not for only one person it's about like all the people ik, it went so much that I had panic attack.

ii) Is it a normal thing or abnormal thing to remember about something which happened a year ago? Like it's been around 14 years since that devastating incident happened like I lost someone whom I was really close to Suicide, but that left a trauma mark, I was just 5 years old at that time but i still remember everything that happened including their body, idk why I still try to forget about it but my brain doesn't sometimes it recalls those things and i really get scared and start to cry like regretting if we could be a little faster we wouldn't have lost him.

iii) Is it a normal or abnormal thing to live life alone. Like don't get me wrong but I wanna live my life alone with my family members and relatives rather than dating a girl and marrying them in future. Bcs i am really trauamtised by love and I don't feel that I fit for this generation love as i feel like most of them actually don't know how to be human and what's the meaning of loving someone maybe the older generation knew that and it died with them. I am not fit for "double relationship" or "hookup culture" and most of them dating to gain something rather than actually loving them. Yes I always wanted to love someone but my experience with it has been traumatising and it had left a trauma mark that I didn't deserve, at the beginning of it my close one actually warned and also beated me after they found out, now ik they meant for good because it was just after some traumatic incident I went through but I still went with them hoping they will be good and at first i felt that and i actually told it to my close one and they agreed and thought the person was really good. But after one incident every truth came out including that they insulted my close one numerous time calling them something they weren't even though that person knew them. I still hold on hoping they actually understood but nah they again insulted including me i didn't mind about the insults that they did on my name calling me things I wasn't but I felt really bad when they called bad things about my close one. Moreover after they forgot what I did and went on to believe on the words of some people who didn't talk with them for months I really thought of letting it go because it wasn't worth it at all, beside they showed some fake promises that they never meant. All of these left a trauma mark on me beside I now have huge trust issues and I can't believe that someone will ever love me without gaining something in return. So i decided that i will live alone and focus on achieving my dreams and other achievements that i want to achieve but few people made fun of it and i really felt bad like people who never know what happened and were giving advice on what i should or not and were trying to stop me from being the free me. Even though I avoided and didn't pay attention but sometimes it questions me. Moreover is it a good thing to worry about someone who hurted you and expecting them to change later when they realises more about what was right and what was wrong? Like the other part of me says they might change while the other part says that they won't and would turn out to be a bad one, even though I can't be with them as i would get beatings and also for the little me which doesn't deserve the things that I am going through and if I get hurt badly this time I will probably end my life.

iv) Is it a good thing or bad thing to follow your idols and finding themselves as a means of comfort like example I am a tech nerd and football lover I like programming so whenever I get sad i look up to the videos related to my fav place where I want to work, or about my favourite idol or footballer. For example I really idolise Rodri and Wilbur a lot, so whenever I get sad i watch videos related to them which are funny and makes me happy but is it a good thing bcs I am a boy, and like in many instances people would call me gay while I am not, and that finding comfort through them doesn't mean I am gonna see them as lover figure I see them as an elder brother figure and I find comfort though them. Even after telling them that I am a straight but grey-aroace person they would make fun of me which really makes me feel bad.

v) Is it a normal thing or abnormal thing to really feel not comfortable with too many people bcs like year ago when I was 16 I got sexual threats in a gc and they would send texts related to it even after telling I am uncomfortable with it, i eventually left that gc but I didn't complain it to my parents and it would lead to legal matters which I wanted to avoid, so this makes me feel uncomfortable with too many people and often times I would panick and run away to a space which has less people. Moreover after all this incidents I really don't trust humans that much like I used to before except my family members, relatives and my idols.

vi) I come from a well disciplined family, so i really don't say no to everyone unless it's bad but in many instances this polite behaviour would cause toll on me. Like there was a bestfriend of mine whom i knew from years but he really kept that friendship for using me as a honey extractor, like I was working on a game which I wanna create so he was keeping friendship with me so to gain money from it and didn't mean any true friendship with me. I understood it late but when I eventually left creating distance from them and telling them that i don't want to keep anymore contact with them. But in many instances I couldn't say no at first instance when i understood as i thought it might hurt them, moreover trying to say them no in a polite manner wouldn't work. So like how to be confident and say no when you feel it's wrong any suggestions?

vii) Is it normal or abnormal thing to worry about the person you knew and knows? Like after the RG Kar incident it still shivers my spine and i really got scared, I still worry about all the person i knew because our law system is a shit and if anyone speaks about any bad thing or being too honest it would result in such horrific incidents like this. It's been month yet none of the main culprits are behind the bars and are roaming like nothing happened with them and beside Indians don't have that confident in them to lead out a protest, a simple threat would scare them and they would eventually stopped and that this is not the first time daily many people whether it's a boy or a girl get sexually harrassed or asualted and no one cares, and if any people speaks they would either get killed or assaulted sexually here. And even after this incidents the boys don't care being a good human still there are many hospitals where the doctors are getting threatened or harrassed and in colleges this has been a culture to bully, rag or assualt someone or forcefully record pornography with them and if they don't they would get assaulted sexually or murder and label it as suicide. And here many of the people who spoked against this thing got threatened and this thing really scares me a lot and I worry about the persons I know even if they are bad, and recently one of my close one got taunting while she was returning from college. A boy said "RG KAR kore debo naki?" This is a Bengali language and it translates to "should I do the RG KAR incident with you?" and like they think doing something would give them fame and name and like winning a medal. Moreover I got no energy or happiness to celebrate the greatest festival even though I am a boy.

viii) Is it a normal thing or abnormal thing to write books or games to aware people. Like i wanna work in one of my fav company and as a game programmer also beside that I wanna create a game to aware people and currently I am writing a book on depression too to aware people. But many of the people would call me abnormal or make fun of me telling what would your book do or who said you to do this and this really makes me feel bad and questions myself.

ix) Is it a normal thing or abnormal thing to actually keeping a wish to meet your idols like I wanna meet my idols and I told it to some people and guess what they made fun of me telling I am still a kid I won't be able to meet them or even reach my dreams.

Ig it's a long question but if you would give me suggestions I would appreciate it a lot as your suggestions are really helpful and it works also if I disturbed you I am really sorry I didn't know you can read it at your free time and answer it.

And yea I am healing the wounds that I didn't deserve gonna take a long time but this time I will comeback stronger and being the best version of myself! Take care and sending you a lot of positive mental health 🩵

WHOA THATS SO GOOD IM PROUD :D

I) I personally worry about the people I have loved because I'm still on good terms with them I still see them practically daily and we are still friends! On the other hand if they hurt you in someway or you ended on bad terms I don't really think its needed to reconnect with them in anyway but is good with wish a positive future for them, and not only that everyone should wish everyone a positive future whether you like them or not.

II) I'm saying these all from my perspective and what I do! I feel it's decently normal to remember something from that long ago especially if it left a mental or physical mark on you. For example, almost 3-4 years ago now I learned how to ride a bike for the first time and I fell to the ground pretty bad so it left a big acar on my knee for those whole 3-4 years and it's just now starting to fully fade away, and when I fell the pain was kinda bad and I was crying quite a bit and I still remember it perfectly. I know that example probably wasn't all that good compared to your example but I did wanna trauma dump on you.

III) its completely normal to wanna be alone, I understand that so much before I dated anyone I didn't feel the need to date or feel the need to get caught up in relationships! [But then I found my first ex and that kicked it all off lol]

IV) who tf is not normalizing that everyone can find comfort in a idol? Anyway yes its completely normal to look up old vids and stuff even if you are a dude that YOUR comfort, don't let anyone take that away from you by calling you a gay men.

[Never finished this sorry]

[goodieghosty]

hey could you do arcane scar x collette relationship headcanons their the cutest scar deserves all the love

*gently hold* ily, thank you sm!!! I'm just going to dump my lore and hcs here in one post-

I hc that Scar has at least one biological child, the lil Chirean baby we see him with in the show.

We also just-see him with a lot of kids in general. There are a lot of orphans in Zaun. You cannot toss a single pebble without hitting at least three of them/hj

I'm hcing that the kids just kinda-gravitate towards him whenever the Firelights take them in. He gives 'chill older bro' vibes, I feel like he definitely freaked out once it hit him that he'd be soloing the parenting, and he feels like he's fcking up constantly-but he's doing just fine

HC-The other bio parent is likely deceased, or decided "nah, actually-your problem now" and dipped. Feel like he wouldn't talk about it unless the person was v close

Colette did not start out with the Firelights, she started out working for Madame Margot.

This lady-

It was a total coincidence when I initially designed Colette, but I'm now using their similarities for Lore Purposes, lol. That being said, they are not blood related.

(More Colette backstory below the cut, warning for mentions of drug use, alcoholism, and prostitution. Back to the Colette and Scar hcs)

Colette-loves kids. Used to watch the brothel workers' small children. Never imagined herself having any. She has a pet burmese python named Baby though. Which uh-funny story, Scar heard her say the name and he assumed she had like a really rambunctious toddler or something.

C: "Baby will not stop climbing the walls and opening the doors" S: "Probably time to start childproofing everything." C: "I'm worried she's going to figure out how to unlock things now.... She opened a window the other day, found feathers all over the place. Pretty sure she ate a bird." And now he's convinced her kid is Vastayan because he at least hopes the woman would be more concerned if her human toddler ate a bird.

He seems to be the last to know that Baby is a snake, so whenever she says something like "Ah, she's so cute when she yawns and her jaw unhinges so wide-" he is equal parts concerned and confused like "... is... is that normal???" Thinking that humans are fcking terrifying, or this is a Vastayan thing

S: "How big is Baby again?" C: "Oh not big at all, she's still pretty young. Like... seven feet, maybe?" S: ".... ex-fucking-scuse me??"

When he finally meets Baby, he is so relieved.

Colette did not want to learn how to ride a hoverboard. She likes being on the ground, thank you. Scar had to teach her. Yes, she almost accidentally sent it flying. Yes, it almost hit him in the face. Yes, this was immediately after she said something cocky. And yes, she did feel terrible, in between horrible giggle fits.

They annoy tf out of each other, your honor. It's their love language. That's how they flirt. She's shorter than him so he'll use her as an armrest. And she'll give him a light jab in the side acting all annoyed but "wait no-put your arm back ;A; ". Love nips aplenty

Lots of her physically leaning against him. Or just, staring. She likes physical touch. But only with a select few. She trusts him.

Scar likes to share his food with her, and loves having his hair played with. Makes him melt. Maybe his ears wiggle-but don't call attention to it, lol

Colette forces the man to take a damn nap after rough patrols. Totally not an excuse to hold his baby. They all like to cuddle together. Colette is practically wrapped around the man. He doesn't mind too much, especially when it's cold-but he yelps when she touches her ice-cold hands to his back like a fcking gremlin.

Colette is not good with social cues. Scar tends to be blunt and direct-unless he's around the kids, he's a bit of a softie around them.

Colette doesn't often understand sarcasm or when someone is joking or not. Scar picks up on it easy.

Imagine Entrapta from She-ra, but with snakes and other serpentine creatures, tbh

I love Scar sm, but before we found out what his name was, I was gonna just call him Rufio. From that one Peter Pan movie, idk why I just love the name

That's all for the relationship hcs(for now)

Madame Margot is one of the chembarons and owns all the brothels in Zaun-she runs the prostitution ring. We don't get a lot of info on her or her backstory, so I'm winging it. All we know is that she's v business minded and does not like anything that might impede her.

Margot is also older than she appears, the valves on her body are used to tighten her skin-ouch. But I'm saying she never gives a straight answer on her age. But she is at least 5-10 years older than Colette

Back on track-Colette's mother was the whole reason for Colette wanting to work with venomous snakes in the first place. Although she always had a strange affinity for them-it was witnessing her mother's death to an especially venomous snake bite at the ripe ol age of ten that solidified it.

Her family used to travel a lot for her father's archeological work, and her mother's own herptology research. But after her mother's death, her father moved them to Piltover to be closer to his side of the family. And so Colette could go to a good school

Her father's side of the family weren't particularly fond of him. And by extension, Colette. They offered little in the way of compassion after his wife's death.

Things steadily went downhill from there. Her father buried himself in work and other things to distract himself, neglecting her. She spent many dinners alone, soon finding companionship in her mother's snake specimens. To the point of her preferring snakes over people.

Instead of using his vast wealth to get some damn therapy, her father took to the bottle. And then chems. Eventually shimmer. And then-anything that would make him feel something. Which Eventually lead to the brothels. This was over years, mind you, while Colette is still attending school. Top marks, splendid GPA, gal is intelligent af.

Father stops working during this time, subsisting off of savings and whatnot. And then when that runs out-oh? What's this? The money they set aside for Colette's fancy tuition and other such needs? She wouldn't mind if he just skimmed some off the top. Just a little-oops

Colette is around 16/17ish when her school tells her "yeaaah so, your tuition is due? If you can't come up with the money, we'll have to boot you and kick you out of the dorms." And she is so confused, it should already be settled. Okay, time to visit dad-

She had no idea he'd gotten so bad, he was able to keep face for the most part. And she was always busy with school. So when she starts asking around, trying to find him, she's worried thinking he up and Died on her. Only to piece together that, no, he's an addict who apparently owes a Lot of people a Lot of money, and spends his time at a brothel, where he wastes more money he doesn't have

And when Colette does, eventually, find him at the one brothel Madame Margot happens to be attending to that day-Colette lets him have it. There are a lot of emotions. She's furious, upset, betrayed-she doesn't know how she's going to afford her own tuition now because "obviously I can't depend on you" and he's completely out of it, which just makes her more mad

Madame Margot, sniffing out some prime Emotional Vulnerability, comes along all "So, This is the daughter you were talking about?" I like to think she saw herself in Colette, probably being in similar circumstances. Betrayed by someone who was supposed to help her. And, well, people selling their kids in a place like Zaun is uh, unfortunately a thing. This likely isn't the first time someone has offered their daughter to her.

Now, whether her father was aware of it or not, remains to be seen. Man is high/drunk all the time.

Colette, ofc, scared af-but-oh? Madame Margot isn't actually forcing her into prostitution? Her father signed over his rights the second he was sober-ouch?

Madame Margot wanted someone she could mold into her replacement, should she ever need one. More flies with honey tactic. It's a little tedious, Colette just wants to study her snakes. But when she starts warming up to Margot, eventually seeing her as an older sister/ aunt figure(after several years ofc)she starts keeping Margot's books for her. Helping out. Never participating in any drug or illicit activity. She's just, there.

Madame Margot does force her to start training, it's just common sense to know how to fight and defend yourself in this line of work.

Colette's work with venom scratches at Margot's "how can I use this to make money" brain. But Colette explicitly says she "doesn't want to use her venoms to hurt people, period" and damn it, Margot would usually roll her eyes and do it anyways, but now she's attached and actually cares about the "brat"

Somehow, fcking Smeech, gets his hands on Colette's venom stash. He's got people he really wants to kill. And Margot likely told him offhandedly about Colette's "little hobby". He ends up using the venom to kill someone whose family has a good amount of political power-basically, if you sneezed on this person, jailed for the night.

It gets traced to Colette. She gets blamed for it. Stillwater it is. And she knows she only told Margot about her venoms, so she assumes it was her who screwed her over. And she is Livid. Just another person she grew close to betrayed her.

Colette has a whole plan on how she's going to get back at Margot. But she has to get in close again, ofc.

Margot is furious that someone framed Colette, she knows it had to be Smeech, but she can't risk accusing him without definitive proof. Ends up having to find some poor soul to pin it on instead just to get Colette out of Stillwater. Which takes longer than anticipated, because Smeech had his goons go and wreck all the evidence so Margot wouldn't have her proof.

When Colette does get out, she plays along with Margot-all while not believing her for a single second. She trains harder, glues herself to Margot's side.

All the while noting down everything she sees and hears. But she can't just start dismantling supply chains, she's one person, and it's be suspicious if she just so happened to be AFK. So... she goes to the Firelights.

It does take her a long time to gain their trust, but she eventually becomes their informant on the chembarons and shimmer distributors.

She "starts working" at one of the brothels, but her "clients" are Firelights, she's exchanging info. Code phrases and everything. She is so careful with this

Eventually, she'll be found out and joins the Firelights completely. Using her previous studies to act as a medic of sorts. Gal wanted to follow in her mom's footsteps, dealing with snakes, had to learn first-aid.

[juncojunk-o]

Commissions Live [3 Slots Open]

For more information, please read the following.

Hello everyone!

After deliberating and planning, I will start accepting requests for commission work as of today and into the foreseeable future. I will be taking a few small steps into this endeavour at first and, ideally, be expanding my offerings going forward.

For the time being, there are limited options that one may select as a basis for commission. This is meant to limit the scope of requests in an attempt to keep lead times short. I'm aware that I have a propensity to become fatigued, distracted, or otherwise sidetracked when it comes to my illustration projects. By shrinking the scope of these commission illustrations my hope is that I can finish them quickly and with relative ease. That being said, I've made a few caveats and exceptions to those interested [The caveat is basically always 'Just ask me about it and we'll work something out. Maybe.']. With that out of the way, let's move on.

Commission Info

As mentioned, what I will be offering with this first round of commissions will be limited. They'll be centred around the premise of 'Single Character Illustrations' offered at various tiers of quality. This is standard practice from my experience, but I don't often operate in this regard because I find it limiting. However, that's kind of the point this time around!

No fussing around with details. The client sends me a reference of a character they want drawn [Visual preferred, but written isn't off the table], along with the tier/price point/level of quality they desire. A pose, action, idea, or concept to go along with the character is heavily advised unless the client wants to give me creative liberty with the project.

As mentioned in the references, there might be an idea or part of the illustration the client desires or is curious about. Feel free to enquire as the worst that will happen is I say, "Nah."

Slots are open on a first come, first serve basis. Work will be done in batches until all previous commissions are complete. I'll make posts to let folks know when slots are closed and when they reopen.

Stipulations and Boundaries

I will not draw NSFW content.

An illustration may be revealing or somewhat risque, but I will not be drawing any characters in the nude or involved in indecent situations.

If you're curious about what things I'm willing to create, the best way to find out is to scroll through my posts. Otherwise, consult this helpful list that has most [I think] of the things I generally draw:

Girls

Furries / Scalies

Monsters

Fantasy Stuff

Fanart

Cool Outfits

If you're curious about what things I might be willing to create, consult this secondary list of things that I do not draw regularly, but have no qualms about drawing:

dudes

flowers? trees?

fish

animals in general

uuuuuh food

man idk just like request something normal please

If you're curious about what things I'm NOT willing to create, the best way to find out is ask. Better yet, ask yourself first. "Would this artist find drawing [blank] weird?" if you answered yes or even hesitated, you're probably right. I am a prudish individual and I do not enjoy drawing things for capital to begin with.

Payment

Payment will be done through Paypal or Ko-Fi and discussed in detail on a client by client basis.

Paypal is preferred as Ko-Fi assumes that if I get paid I will FOR SURE get your commission done. This is not my preferred method of payment. I strive to make sure the client is content with the end product before I accept payment, ergo payment shall be processed at the end of our transaction. The client receives the final, full quality, render of their requested work and I am paid in full.

How To Contact Me

Please contact on Tumblr via messaging as I will not be publicly distributing my methods of interaction [IM/E-Mail]. I can also be reached at my Twitter, @TheToothyTerror if such an avenue is more convenient.

Thanks for reading and please reblog / share this post because wow man I'm really stupid broke.

[tolkpopfan]

Oh dang- I love that sm- poor Q- at least he's still a contender! But Kevin's spot is vv deserved~ I had a feeling that's how he looked~ He's a little show off and we love that hehe~ I'm ngl I think he would really like that (ofc imo) too 🤭💖 Which makes me wonder how much further you'd look down at him 👀 I know you are thee 'tolkpopfan' and all- but would it be a few inches or like quite a bit 👀 I get that completely tho- Oh that's so sweet!! I'm so glad you could have that slight nostalgia feeling seeing him with his bangs down that's so sweet- I understand why it made you a little emotional~ Ngl I was absolutely endeared by Haknyeon- my close friend biases him- but the way he was waving out our had me absolutely 🥺🥺🥺

I realized that afterwards you wouldn't see him in LA- but I'm glad you saw him in his home state 🥺- Oh that's so sweet- (I actually had no idea that's where the 49ers play- but that is vv neat!) He lovesssss beyonce-

And just in case you've never seen some of his photos from it~ (my favorite info from it is that he got weird tan lines from this shirt)

Oh yeah- Sunwoo is always popular- ofc ofc- that's like the most biased member in korea too ebhebha- (tbh for korea (and in general) it's the Passion Fruit Line that is the most biased). I noticed they really didn't mix the selections at mine so you probably would have noticed the same- (We had a whole corner at our venue of people wanting Younghoon... so I decided then to give up on my quest for him). So we both have a Q ID then~ I'm glad you got your bias (even if he's not your no.1 now)~ but also I'm glad that you got Haknyeon because of him being like your first real encounter with tbz and all- But it's interesting that you both got Sangyeon's pc but considering both mom and I had both gotten Sunwoo's it def makes sense. It was sweet of her to give you her ID too! And that's okay- that happens!

I'm so glad you enjoyed it- and I understand why you're sad about it too. Also that's a whole nother layer that must be weighing heavy on you. It might be for a while but I'm positive the next one you will attend will have been worth the wait. And I'm glad this concert was an experience to remember. As well as I'm glad they were worth every dime~ (they were worth every dime I spent too).

I’d look down at Eric a bit. I’m probably taller by a couple inches lol. I’m not that tall. And my friend didn’t mind giving me hers because she has no emotional attachment to these people at all. She’s there for companionship, fun, and emotional support. Actually, a funny thing she said when I asked her if her bf was texting to ask if they were cuter than him was, “nah, he knows they’re cuter than him but he doesn’t care because I’m dating him and not them”. Legendary response imo.

Thanks for those Kevin pics too, I had NOT seen them and I very much enjoy them. Personally, I saw Taylor Swift in Levi Stadium back in 2015 and it is HUGE.

Tbh, kpop concerts are the only thing I’m comfortable with spending large amounts of money on. And you know what, if Day6 said they had a tour date in NorCal while I was away at school, I’d totally buy the plane tix and concert tix to see them. But only Day6. No other artist. Well maybe Woodz. But that’s it. That’s what I’ve always saved money for lol.

[casspurrjoybell-25]

November - Chapter 2

*Warning Adult Content*

 - Oliver -

A bump of turbulence jolts Oliver awake.

The side of his face is resting against something warm and solid.

"Brad?" he mumbles.

"Nope, not Brad."

Quickly, Oliver pulls away and sit up straight, rubbing his face.

"Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

The corners of Cooper's eyes crinkle as he smiles at the young man next to him.

"It's okay. I've been told I make an excellent pillow."

"I can believe it. Do you have a girlfriend or wife waiting for you to come home to and to be her pillow?"

"Nah. I haven't found anyone who will put up with me being gone for months at a time with my job. There also isn't a huge selection of gay men on the peninsula."

Oliver whipped my head around to stare at the large man to the left of him.

"You're gay?"

Cooper grins.

"Sure am."

"I thought you were just being extra friendly and strangely tolerant of another man sleeping on you."

"Well, I'm that too."

Oliver felt himself blushing.

"Well thanks, you know, for everything. I was prepared to sit here and sulk for the whole flight but I got lucky having you in my row."

"Those are words that I've never heard come out of anybody's mouth before," Cooper laughs.

"I'm grateful you tolerated having me invade your personal space. It won't have been fun having someone cursing my existence the whole time."

"I'm grateful for your existence," Oliver replies, knowing he was flirting a bit.

Oliver knew he shouldn't be doing that but he was having a hard time feeling guilty about it.

He leaned forward and grabbed his small backpack from underneath the seat in front of him and pulled out a container of peanut butter cookies.

"Do you want some?" Oliver asked, showing them to Cooper.

I baked these for Brad and I to eat on the plane trip but he's probably got a meal included with his seat."

"I'd love some. It's going to be a long drive back home after we land, so I could use a snack."

After he took a few, Oliver offered some to the woman sitting in the window seat. When he turned back, Cooper was smiling at him.

"How did someone as generous as you end up with a guy who booked you a cheap seat away from him?"

Oliver knew Cooper didn't mean any offense but he felt like he had to defend Brad.

"He's not all that bad. It's his money after all and he worked hard for it. He's not obligated to spend any of it on me."

"What does he do for a living?"

“He's a consultant for a software company. He manages projects and flies all over the whole to meet with his clients."

"And what do you do for a living, Oliver?"

"I'm a research assistant. I enter data for clinical trials and give the trial drugs to patients in the study."

"So you're in the medical field?"

“Kind of. I have a nursing background but I want to get into the research side of it. I'm hoping to manage my own clinical trials someday."

Cooper raises an eyebrow.

"Seems to me like your job is hard work and more meaningful."

Oliver shrugs.

"Maybe. Depends on who you ask."

"What do you like about Brad?"

"He's charming and smart. A great dancer and and he always looks amazing."

"All good things," Cooper replied.

But generous didn't make the list."

"He's generous when it counts. You know, at Christmas and my birthday. And every once in a while he gets the check at dinner. I'm not expecting anything more than that."

"Sorry, I'm not trying to judge," Cooper said.

"It's your business. It just doesn't sit right with me, what he did."

Oliver didn't know what to say.

It felt shitty that his relationship looked bad to an outsider but deep down, he knew Cooper probably had a point.

If the situation had been reversed, Oliver would have bought Brad a first class seat, as well.

And if he couldn't, he would have sat in economy with him.

Fortunately, the intercom crackled to life as the pilot informed us that they were going to start their descent.

Oliver didn't want the flight to end with awkwardness, so he turned to Cooper and smiled.

"Hey, would it be okay if I reached out for more recommendations or questions about the area for my trip, while I'm here?" he asks.

"Of course," Cooper says and holds out his hand for Oliver’s cell-phone.

"You're going to love Washington. You really can't go wrong."

"Thanks. We're here for two weeks, including Thanksgiving, so we've got a lot of time to explore."

"Why did you decide to visit this time of year? Most tourists come in the summer."

"November is usually a slow time for Brad at work, so we had to put it off until now. I know it's going to be rainy, but will we still have a good time?"

Cooper nods.

"Fall on the peninsula is my favorite. Everything gets a little dried out during the summer, so the moss looks better when the rain returns. And I like the grey, blustery days."

"It'll be a change from the constant sunshine in San Diego," Oliver says, smiling at the handsome man next to him.

"I'm looking forward to it."

                                       - Cooper -

As they filed off the plane and into the airport, Cooper grips Oliver's shoulder.

"Have a great trip. It was nice meeting you."

Oliver smiles, the dimple in his left cheek deepening.

"It was nice meeting you too. I'll be sure to reach out if I have questions or need a trail recommendation."

Cooper nods and takes his large hand off Oliver’s tiny shoulder and then watches as he walked over to the window where his boyfriend is standing, already on his cell-phone.

Cooper was sad to see the cute man leave, especially knowing he'd be with his jerk of a boyfriend.

Sighing, Cooper readjusts my backpack and started walking.

He knew he shouldn't judge.

He had only seen one interaction between Oliver and his boyfriend and maybe it was one bad moment among a lot of good ones.

Besides, it's not like I had a lot of experience with relationships.

Cooper’s relationships had all been short-lived or they'd been long distance since he was either living on the peninsula or gone for months on a fishing job.

Okay, maybe he was right about Oliver’s boyfriend being a jerk.

After seeing this, he didn't have much confidence that Oliver was going to have a good trip.

This Brad guy seemed more interested in just about anything that wasn't Oliver.

Shaking his head, Cooper turns back to pay for his snacks and drink.

There was nothing he could do about it.

                                        - Oliver -

When Brad and Oliver reached the rental car desk, Brad finally got off his cell-phone.

"Sorry. Trying to make sure everything is set with work."

As disappointed as Oliver was about them spending the plane flight apart, he tried to cut Brad some slack.

It probably wasn't easy for him to step away from his job for two weeks and maybe he needed the last few hours on the plane to wrap everything up.

He wouldn't have been able to do that if Oliver was sitting next to him and now, he could give me all his attention for the rest of the trip.

"It's okay," Oliver tells him.

"Let's get the car and start driving so we can get dinner before it gets too late."

Brad frowns at this comment.

"I don't want to wait until we get to Port Angeles to eat. Let's stop in Seattle before we get on the ferry. There's a restaurant here that I want to try out."

Oliver was excited to get out to the Olympic Peninsula but he wanted to make Brad happy as well. It was his trip too after all.

"Okay," the young man agrees but half hour later, he wished I hadn't.

The restaurant they walked into was located on a pier on the waterfront.

Judging by the décor, the waitstaff and the clientele, it looked very expensive.

As they were seated, Oliver steeled himself for the prices on the menu.

He'd saved up for months for this trip and he had just enough funds if he kept all of his meals around twenty dollars.

Oliver shouldn't have been surprised to see that most of the appetizers were twenty dollars.

The entrees started at fifty and topped out around eighty.

Oliver was hungry but he'd have to settle for a plain salad.

At least those were in his price range.

"I know this probably isn't in your budget," Brad says, scanning the menu.

"But I wanted to try this restaurant. We're only going to be in Seattle for a couple hours and they're known for seafood."

Oliver gave Brad a half smile.

"I understand but since I wouldn't have picked this restaurant, could you cover for me? Just for this. It'll help me a lot."

Brad closes his eyes and sighs and Oliver immediately regrets asking.

"Oliver, you know how I feel about this. I'm not here to provide for you or for any man, for that matter. I'm looking for a partner in life, not someone I have to take care of."

"Right, sorry. Forget I asked," Oliver replies, as his heart sank.

"If I choose to treat you, it's just that, a treat. It's because I want to do it not because you ask me or because I feel obligated."

Oliver nods, staring down at the tablecloth. Sometimes he hated how Brad made him feel.

Like he was less than or like he wasn't capable of taking care of himself.

If they weren't on a two week vacation and it was any other month, Oliver would be able to afford dinner here.

It's not something he could do all the time but he could pull it off once in a while.

His job didn't pay much but that didn't mean he was living in poverty.

Before Brad, he'd done just fine living in a modest apartments with roommates, grabbing take out or getting brunch together on weekends.

Brad's taste was a lot more expensive.

When Oliver moved in with him, he could barely afford his half of the rent for his boyfriend’s condo.

Everything started to feel like a struggle after that.

"We can split an appetizer if you want," Brad offered.

That would still put Oliver over budget but at least he'd get more food.

"Okay, thanks."

Brad reaches over and takes Oliver’s tiny hand in his hand.

"I love you and I'm looking forward to this trip and to spending more time with you."

Oliver tried to smile.

"I love you too."

[twunny20fission]

My thoughts on Pitchfork's 150 best albums of the 1990s; #60-#51

There are three completely subjective criteria. 1: do I like the album, yes or no? (Basically, is this for me?) 2: Would I recommend it to anyone, yes or no? (is this for anyone else?) and 3: Is it better than STPs "Core"? (The lowest bar. Few things are better than "Purple," but Core should absolutely be in the top 150, so that's the bar.)

60: Mariah Carey: Butterfly (1997) I have never been a Mariah Carey fan. I'm impressed, and I think I'm respectful. But I'm not a fan.

Like it: no. Recommend: no. Better than "Core": no.

59: JAY-Z: Reasonable Doubt (1996). Pretty good. I think I'd nbeed to hear it more to really, really get it.

Like it: basically. Recommend: yes. Better than "Core": maybe.

58: Slowdive: Souvlaki (1993) Didn't love shoegaze then. Don't love it now.

Like it: no. Recommend: no. Better than "Core": no.

57: Mobb Deep: The Infamous (1995). How are we supposed to enjoy this stuff now? It was crude and vulgar and groundbreaking then, and now I've grown up. It sounded...proficient (though there were moments when the rapping was clumsy and others where the sound mix was WAY off.) But it's childish and of little value to me now.

Like it: no. Recommend: no. Better than "Core": no

56: Scott Walker: Tilt (1995). Unique, I'll give it that. Reminds me of Nick Cave, in good ways. It wasn't what I'd call 'great,' but it was worth a listen. Strange and disorienting.

Like it: yes. Recommend: no. Better than "Core": no.

55: Madonna: Ray of Light (1998). I've heard several different people say this is Madonna's "best album of the 90s." Which is fair. It is better than Bedtime Stories and Erotica. And I'm Breathless. Big deal.

There's still a lot here that doesn't hold up. We let her get away with things because she's Madonna. Whatever.

Like it: no. Recommend: i don't know. Better than "Core": no idea.

54: Scarface: The Diary (1994). As you may have noticed, I am uncultured with a lot of rap and hip hop. So little of it speaks to be, because it's so personal and vivid and far away from my life experience. There are hurdles to my understanding these on the level they deserve. This album was good, but still felt dated. I'm not dismissive, I just don't know what to say.

Like it: yes. Recommend: maybe? Better than "Core": maybe.

53: Aphex Twin: Selected Ambient Works Volume II (1994). I had this idea (from vague, unremembered sources) that Aphex Twin was essentially 'unlistenable techno.' I am thrilled to announce that I was very wrong. This album was dark, sure. Repetitive at times, absolutely. But it was stirring and enveloping and vibrant. It was the heartbeat of things you can't quite see in the corners.

Like it: yes. Recommend: maybe. Better than "Core": yes.

52: Sade: Love Deluxe (1992). This is pleasant enough. Inoffensive. There's certainly no one else that sounds like Sade, but it didn't blow me away.

Like it: yes. Recommend: yes. Better than "Core": nah.

51: Alanis Morissette: Jagged Little Pill (1995). It's fine. An album that sold roughly 33 million copies. "Defined a generation," whatever that means. It's uh... a step or two better than fine. It's good. It's good. I've heard five of the songs so many times they are basically background noise, and the rest are a little same-y. I guess a lot of those things could easily be said about Stone Temple Pilots. We'll call it a draw.

Like it: sure. Recommend: sure. Better than "Core": even-steven.

[4th-earths-echos]

1th - Echo Archive:

You are in a layer.

# Admin Log - 001

It’s finally done. I managed to make it work! Alright, first thing of all. If you’re reading this you should absolutely pretend it is fiction! As long as you “don’t believe” in any of this. They won’t interfere in your life.

I mean, warping reality with your mind, multidimensional shenanigans? That’s fantasy! And I mean, even if it were real (which isn’t) it would surely be super dangerous to talk about it to the public! So, spread this cool piece of fiction™ around. It’s just some silly little literary project.

Alright, let’s start this thing.

It took a lot of energy and CPUs to convert everything, and the upload speed to another layer is atrocious even for just text and images. So the database will occasionally show new documents, testimonies and images from time to time. But it might take a whiiiile.

Maybe I’ll post an image of my setup later. I’m still surprised it works, being able to cross all of this data to your side might take years! It’s madness! But no joke… maybe it actually is really madness. I did get the idea from this horrifying dream.

This is the first log of the 4th Earth’s Echos, it should be like a blog on this social media site on your side. Tumble right? What an ominous name.

This is a backup, for safety. Information is power and gods know that they made a great job on seizing most of our hidden caches.

The world is a weird, strange place, part of sea of worlds. When they say they want to keep you safe? Well, that’s like believing that you can be safe from a serial killer by covering your eyes and pretending it’s not there. You are still in danger, but now you’re also stumbling around like an idiot.

What is even the Occult? People think of, forbidden rituals and satanic crowds. Nah. The Occult is what the name implies. It is the Hidden things, mostly information but also, our neighbors, strange “inconvenient” chapters of our history. The fact that maybe there is something more to life than a 9 to 5 and paying taxes for our overlords. The idea that there might be actually a how and a why for everything.

Revolutionary! Dangerous ideas! Could you imagine what would happen if people though money wasn’t real?! They’ve been trying really hard to suppress it.

Not by forbidding people to talk about it. But by making it really hard to truly grasp and understand what certain ideas mean. And now the whole concept that what we call “civilization” is the greatest scam of all times is hidden knowledge. Part of the Occult.

It all started with the Library of Alexandria. That place was our mecca, and they burned it down. Even in Roman times, you just couldn’t have people being able to change their own reality with their minds right? Only the selected few should be able to do that #sarcasm.

We’ve done what we can to preserve, archive, collect and create knowledge over the generations. But yet, somehow they always find us.

So. I came up with a plan. I’ll backup my archive somewhere they can never reach.

You probably have heard or listened to the idea of different dimensions in fiction right? Well, it’s all bullshit. The concept you call parallel worlds, we call them “planes” and “layers”.

Planes are different places in the same Universe. So there’s Earth (that weird place where you need a meat shell to exist), the Umbra, isolated pockets of reality like the city of Zion. And even mythological places like Asgard, the Gray Horizon and the sort.

If you can imagine a world it exists. That’s how it works, if you imagine something. It’ll exist somewhere beyond the veil.

So if you’re traveling from Earth to Zion you’re just shifting between [planes] of existence. Now, if you want to reach another of the infinite versions of Earth.

That’s a lot more complicated, just very distant Neighbors and Mages whose knowledge WE LOST WHEN THEY STARTED BURNING OUR DAMN BOOKS know how to layer shift.

Layers are, well… As the name implies. Layers, of the same place. You know how fiction talks about how different versions of our world could exist? Maybe there could be an Earth where a meteor didn’t hit earth, and there are Dinosaurs there. Maybe some better place where humanity never though of using oil to generate energy, so technology developed a lot slower, but it’s a much greener and sustainable place to live.

Well, the nature of the universe is that the act of imagining something makes it real SOMEWHERE. But you can’t just have two places occupying the same space. Layers are how your don’t get whole worlds imploding every time a sentient being imagine a different version of it.

Plane shifting isn’t that complicated once you learn how to slip out of your meat suit. Rumors say that even the Orders are barely starting to be able to pierce the veil and verify that they are small fries in the great order of things. But now, Layer shifting? That was virtually impossible for people who didn’t live in the golden age, when we had actual colleges hidden all around.

Well, it kind of still is. I won’t get technical, but I managing to send bits to a modem on your side. Which, I’m sorry… I’m gonna say it. It’s AMAZING, I managed to do what whole governments spent YEARS trying! And all I had to do was to blend some living tissue to my rig! It still sucks! It smells and leaks this weird yellow liquid and it’s so damn loud that my ears bleed sometimes if I’m not careful! But I’ve done it! MYSELF! And I’m damn proud!!!

Point is. By uploading the archives to YOUR layer, they will never be able to torch it! I mean, I suppose they exist in some form on your side, but without much to work in they wouldn’t even know what they are looking at.

I mean who would actively try to delete this? I’m just a silly author writing fiction fiction right? Nobody would ever take any of this seriously. This is just a silly blog on tumble.org

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#fiction #digitalart #writing #echoes4thearth #ocultum #occult #art #esoteric #story #narrative #short stories #fantasy fiction #witchcraft

[deathfavor]

He doesn't mind the stolen cigarette; he had more if he wanted one but that'd become something of a last thought on his mind. He just watches as she takes an savors some of it. He bends, accepting the cigarette back now that he's somewhat paying attention to it.

" Really positive parts? " It's strange to hear those words being spoken to him. Especially really positive. " You didn't get hit in the head in a fight, did you?" He asks with playful amusement, tapping the cigarette over the floor. " I'll be honest. I don't really know what really positive parts you see. " Maybe that he didn't judge people, not really. He knew how to provoke, while to hit so it hurt if he needed, but in general? He didn't judge. But that was about the only thing he could come up with. Kisaki had thought he was useful, maybe that loyalty to some people but that had been self-serving.

His eyes meet her inquisitive stare, and he allows a quiet chuckle. " Nah. It's not any of that shit. " He shakes his head, his earing quietly clicking with the action. " Like I said, I don't really know what you see as really positive about me. Maybe there's a few slightly positive things. " He breaks his stare to lean his head back in thought. " I don't really hide it, it's just selective. People worth seeing it, I guess? Or its there but people don't really notice it with everything else. Which is fine, doesn't matter to me." He shrugs his shoulders. " I'm just...here. Y'know? So I just look to make it fun. And if everyone just thinks bad things about me, well, that's that I guess. "

The question is posed with, perhaps, not enough information behind it. It was more something that had been mulling around in her head for a little. Half her own thoughts become words rather than the full fledged train laid out for further explanation. Not through some devious intention or combing for answers but merely from self musing leaking out in momentary silence.

Senju plucked the forgotten cigarette from his fingers. Not wanting it to stain the couch from ash being ignored or even, potentially, catch it on fire. Raising it to her own lips, tapping the ash and offering it back up to his lips once his mind refocused on the now.

"Mmmm, guess that's the wrong way to word it. More that you hide the really positive parts of yourself from most people." Part of her felt like she had to fight past or simply appreciate the things like sadistic delight to find how interesting and in depth Hanma really was. Leaning into his touch, rose tinted eyes watch his every moment with interested affection.

"Guess I'm just curious, why? Like I know the concept of 'if you can't handle me at my worst' but is that all it is?" She wasn't really one to talk, barely letting people even know her real name and gender let alone much about her. But she was interested in why someone else would do the same kind of thing. Why someone so complex wouldn't want to share more of himself with people?

[trashcanfills]

Self Aware Genshin AU - The First Four Chosen (Amber, Lisa, Kaeya)

When the player starts playing genshin impact, they are able to control the Traveller first. Later on, they get three free characters to play as on their team: Amber, Lisa and Kaeya in that order. Naturally, those are the ones who would be the first few who also gain self awareness along with the Traveller.

Amber is surprised at being taken over during fights, but then the shock turns to awe when her and traveller take turns to do fantastic elemental combinations or stunts that she normally would not have thought of. She later does approach the Traveller and Paimon about the odd occurrence and they explain what they know so far.

This makes Amber incredibly appreciative and admiring towards the player, because such a powerful and nice god chosen her as a vessel??? Wow. She feels so honored!

Lisa being controlled would be met with curiosity I feel, since she is someone who is eager to seek knowledge in her books. She is also rather chill and easygoing most of the time, and so would be fine to go along with what the player is making her do. Lisa would grow a fascination with the player existence, esp after clarifying with the traveller and paimon. She then checks the library’s restricted section to see if such a phenomenon has been detailed before.

Unfortunately there is not much stuff regarding the topic, though there are some sources that briefly mention the idea of powerful gods selecting worthy champions to be their vessels. In any case, Lisa is really thankful that player doesn’t have any harmful intentions of the sort and is willing to bless them with power. Def ends up as one of the more laidback acolytes when she starts worshipping you, since well…being formal all the time can be really taxing, you know?

Kaeya would also be curious but with more wariness when he feels his body being taken over by an unknown force. However he does not outright mention it or show any indication that he noticed, as we all know Kaeya is the kind to keep his own secrets and find out others’ secrets as leverage. Being more observant than most, he would quickly put together that it has something to do with the Traveller, and doesnt outright tell them and Paimon about it until a lot later.

In fact, him requesting the Traveller to help him with finding his grandfather’s treasure was a test to see the player’s capabilities and limitations. I believe after that quest Kaeya would confirm his suspicions to the Traveller and Paimon, and be interested in what kind of god the player is. Def keeps his actual opinions of the player to himself and suspicious of them, but over time will gradually grow a fondness for them since they do seem to have a desire to help others and not pose a threat.

With that, the self aware team has gone from 2 members to 5!

Kaeya would def join in trying to subvert the code by pushing a lil bit more on what he can do when being controlled by the player, like adding more variations to his lines in combat. Lisa would research more and maybe even contact other fellow academics to figure out more about the runic scriptures (the code) in general and what they mean. Both Kaeya and Lisa would also be a bit more flirtatious when interacting with the traveller since they are aware that the god is watching them through the traveller’s eyes. I mean, the player has done so much for them and the citizens of Monstadt. Surely they can afford to be more appreciative of their efforts nah yall just wanna hit on the powerful kind god and see the god’s reactions through traveller’s actions lol

Amber meanwhile is just an excitable lil bunny hehe and loves to ramble with Traveller and Paimon on how cool and amazing the player is offscreen. All of them, including traveller and Paimon, would want to interact with the player more however they can, while trying to free the people of Teyvat from the code’s limitations. Aka the start of sagau cult cough

[jaskierx]

for the domestic prompts: how about 11 and Butchie (I'm sure nothing could go wrong if Hughie tries to make Butcher tea)

you're so right. what could possibly go wrong

i spent way too long on this and it got out of hand but never mind

now on ao3!

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'You want me to get you anything? Something to eat?'

Butcher begins to shake his head, wincing as the movement causes pain to flare behind his eyes. 'Nah. Not hungry. Could fucking murder a cuppa, though.'

Hughie tenses. 'A cup of…tea?'

It's been months since he last made tea for Butcher. Usually Butcher is in charge of hot beverages, tea for himself and coffee for Hughie, made each morning in matching mugs.

Hughie hasn't been trusted to make tea since The Incident.

Surely Butcher hasn't forgotten about The Incident.

If he has, the head injury he sustained in the fight must be worse than previously thought.

Butcher stares at him. 'Yeah. That a problem?'

Hughie can hear his blood rushing in his ears.

'No.' he says, failing to even convince himself. 'No, of course, I'll be right back.'

His heart shouldn't be racing this fast. He shouldn't have a dry mouth, or a sickly feeling in his stomach. Making a cup of tea is very easy and objectively less stressful than pretty much everything Hughie does as part of his day job (if you can call general vigilante crime and espionage a 'day job').

But he thought that last time, and look how that ended up.

This has to be different.

With a deep breath, he selects Butcher's favourite mug and gets to work.

–––

Hughie's already left the room by the time Butcher realises what he's done.

Fuck.

Hughie is very good at a great many things. Unfortunately, making a cup of tea that's fit for human consumption is not one of them.

They'd discovered this a long time ago, when they hadn't been together for very long. Hughie had concocted something that Butcher would later describe as an 'abomination unto the lord', a diabolical monstrosity consisting of too much milk and sugar and too little tea and an odd taste of lemon for some reason, microwaved to tepidity and presented to Butcher in earnest. He'd known from the start that it was not a cuppa to be trusted, altogether too pale and lukewarm, but he'd decided to give Hughie the benefit of the doubt. And he'd lived to regret it.

He'd never admit it to Hughie, but it's the only time he's ever seriously considered ending their relationship.

He's made his own tea ever since.

–––

The cup that Hughie passes him when he walks back into the room is hot to touch, slightly damp from where Hughie's shaking hands have caused a few drops of the tea inside to spill over the edge. That in itself is a promising sign, especially combined with the fact that Butcher can't remember hearing the telltale ping of the microwave.

Additionally, the tea actually looks like tea is supposed to, the rich brown colour worlds away from the pathetic shade of light beige that is burned into his memory from last time. Perhaps it's just an oncoming concussion, but he's actually starting to feel a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this won't be as bad as he's been expecting.

He braces himself and raises the mug to his lips.

Instantly, it's as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He swallows the sip of tea and breathes a sigh of relief.

It tastes like a completely mediocre cup of tea.

It's a bit too sweet, a little under-brewed, clearly made using a teabag that's seen a few seasons – but it's drinkable, and that's such a relief that Butcher wants to cry.

–––

Hughie's been holding his breath ever since he began walking back from the kitchen, and he's beginning to feel lightheaded. He exhales, breath shuddering, and winces as Butcher takes the first sip from the mug.

'I'm sorry, I did everything you said after last time, I swear, I used the kettle, I put the milk in last, I set a timer on my phone while I was stirring, I didn't let the spoon touch the sides, I'm just cursed, I've got a fucking tea curse, every tea I touch turns to shit–'

'Hughie.' Butcher cuts him off, his voice soft. 'There is nothing wrong with this cup of tea. It tastes fine.'

Realistically, it's the highest praise Butcher could've possibly bestowed. Positive enough that Hughie can rest assured that he hasn't caused a repeat of The Incident. Negative enough that Hughie believes him, instead of becoming more concerned about the head injury.

Fuck first dates and first times and moving in together. Turns out the real important relationship milestone is successfully making a cup of tea for your partner without being accused of attempting to poison them.

The bar is low, but Hughie has narrowly avoided limboing under it, and for that he's allowed to be proud of himself.

[chainofclovers]

Assuming some of these might have been asked by others so some options to choose from: Ted x Rebecca, Ted x Beard, Beard x Bex

Thank you, and nah, no one else has sent any so far! And what excellent selections. 😍 Beard x Bex (beloved rarepair of my heart)

Who’s the cuddler? Neither? Both? They don’t really sprawl across each other in a snuggly heap but they always sit very close together.

Who makes the bed? Beard, at first, but eventually he realizes Bex truly does not care about such things so they make the bed together with clean sheets on the weekends for a treat but otherwise it’s just in disarray.

Who wakes up first? Bex, for mother-of-a-small-baby reasons, not because she’s a morning person. But Beard starts getting up when she does, if they’re staying over, and when they move in together they trade off who wakes up first to do the morning caregiving stuff for Diane. Obsessively even works for them—it’s a comforting counterpoint to the chaos/abuse/dysfunction of previous relationships.

Who has the weird taste in music? Beard, mostly, but Bex surprises him.

Who is more protective? I think it kinda depends. I think Beard would be more protective in a “you’ve been hurt before and I’ll never, ever let anyone hurt you again if I can help it” kind of way. But I think Bex would be very protective of Beard’s weirdness, and very sensitive to anyone dismissing him because of it.

Who sings in the shower? Beard, from maybe week two of their relationship onward. By a month or two in, Bex too.

Who cries during movies? Bex, more predictably, but sometimes she looks over and Beard’s eyes are full of tears.

Who spends the most while out shopping? Bex would spend more shopping shopping, like on clothes, but would spend less on a weekly grocery shop because I picture her as someone who’d do things like check out the unit price or store specials and choose accordingly, whereas Beard would get the same standard items each time.

Who kisses more roughly? Beard and his beard :)

Who is more dominant? I think they’re both really stubborn but unusually similarly not dominant, personality-wise.

My rating of the ship from 1-10. 10/10!

Beard x Ted (beloved BFFs who love each other of my heart)

Who’s the cuddler? Whichever one’s had a better day and senses the other needs it.

Who makes the bed? Ted, probably 6 mornings out of 7. Beard would happily share it more evenly but Ted is a little obsessed with being the Most Helpful.

Who wakes up first? Beard, for a little quiet before his extremely chatty partner wakes up and immediately wants to start going over all the things.

Who has the weird taste in music? Beard technically has the weirder taste, but they’re extremely musically compatible.

Who is more protective? Depends on the vulnerability. Ted is more protective of Beard when it comes to outward forces, like the possibility of being taken advantage of. Beard is more protective of Ted’s self-image, the ways he’s his own worst critic when he should be nice to himself.

Who sings in the shower? Beard kind of mumble-sings and Ted belts. Ted also really wants to duet if they shower together.

Who cries during movies? Ted is a more frequent movie-crier but there are a few repeat views in their repertoire that make them both cry.

Who spends the most while out shopping? Neither has fully shaken the Midwestern frugality that was very necessary in their younger years. Ted is more likely to spend a bit more on an impulse buy to make Beard happy; Beard is more likely to plan for a major purchase (while trying very hard to make it no big deal).

Who kisses more roughly? Beard, generally.

Who is more dominant? Hmm. Neither of them are consistently always sexually dominant, but Beard is very experienced and very competent in a way that makes him take charge more often, whereas Ted is more dominant only if he’s working something out mentally/emotionally via sex.

My rating of the ship from 1-10. 10/10!

Ted x Rebecca (soulmates who have to work for it of my heart)

Who’s the cuddler? Ted, when it comes to traditional cuddling like a long night watching movies on the couch. Rebecca, when it comes to spontaneous displays of physical affection for comfort and grounding.

Who makes the bed? From the day he moves in, Ted is literally the only person in that house who makes the bed. But he doesn’t resent it; Rebecca does nice stuff for him too.

Who wakes up first? Usually Ted, and for doofy reasons like wanting to watch Rebecca sleep.

Who has the weird taste in music? BOTH OF THEM FOR SURE, and in totally different genres. Constant music-trading is happening.

Who is more protective? In what is becoming a theme here, it depends! Rebecca is protective about Ted’s time and resources, his image of himself as a father, his connection to Henry, the press coverage about his mental health. Ted is protective of the parts of her that Rupert damaged, like he’s protective of her right to be hurt and to heal. And they’re both very protective of AFC Richmond.

Who sings in the shower? They both do. Rebecca has an incredible voice but just goofs around singing in the shower. Ted has a normal voice and sings whatever song he’s got in his head.

Who cries during movies? They absolutely both do, and laugh at each other when they make eye contact and they’re both crying.

Who spends the most while out shopping? Hahahahahahahaahahah. Rebecca.

Who kisses more roughly? Rebecca when she’s having fun/feeling free/lets herself go. Ted when he’s had cause to miss Rebecca and needs to reconnect.

Who is more dominant? They’re both switches, and no one is asking me to die on this hill but I would if necessary. When they aren’t actively thinking about it—or when they are but want to stick with what’s most comfortable—Rebecca tends to take a bit more control, because the power puts her mind at ease and gives Ted’s constantly-buzzing brain the blissful opportunity to rest. When Ted’s in a more dominant space, it isn’t particularly intense—just fun stuff like dragging things out and making her impatient in a way they both like. When Rebecca’s in a more consciously dominant space, they’re more likely to play with their limits.

My rating of the ship from 1-10. 10/10! Also like a 15 or 20 out of 10. <3333

[colemonroe]

“Yeah, all two of ‘em,” Cole quipped back with a smirk– his way of showing her that he was picking up what she was throwing down. They’d never said more than fifteen words to each other, and even that count was being generous considering at least ten of those fifteen had likely been uttered by Alara and not him. It wasn’t anything personal, he just wasn’t the most talkative sort outside of a select few people. “I’ll take your word for it,” he chuckled, fully aware that he didn’t know jack shit about paintings of any sort, especially flowers. Peering down at the cake, or what remained of it, Cole made a mental note to add a slice to his aunt’s order.  Cole quirked a brow, not understanding at first why Alara was glad that he was there, but the moment she mentioned Mason, the realization dawned on him and he nodded, “Wouldn’t hurt,” Cole offered, frowning gently, “Nah, I don’t think it’s irrational at all– seems like he’s goin’ through some shit right now.” And if Alara was the one who could pull him back from that? That was all Cole wanted. As she started in on her cake again, he caught the look she gave him and sensed the slow shift in mood. There it was. He’d been wondering which one of them would address the elephant in the room first, and Cole could appreciate the way Alara cut to the chase without him having to. Smirking, he shrugged his shoulders, “Well, you’re not wrong– figured it was high time I finally sized up the competition, y’know? Gotta see what I’m up against,” he teased, barking out a warm laugh, “I’m kiddin’. But you’re not entirely off the mark, I did wanna talk to ya about that. Not to pry, mostly just to get to know ya,” Cole explained, figuring it sounded reasonable enough. If Nate was as serious about this woman as he appeared to be, naturally Cole wanted to welcome her into the fold, “Ya obviously mean a lot to him, and he means a lot to me,” he continued, offering up a warm smile, “Plus I figure if I play my cards right here, maybe I can get a friendly discount on one of them flower paintings,” Cole joked, chuckling softly.

"Well you're more than welcome, I so enjoy our chats," she teases, given that this wasn't at all typical for them. It was just her way of acknowledging that she felt like she knew why their dynamic was now changing. As it should, too. "No, just writing myself a to-do list for tomorrow. I've got this returning customer who orders the most mind-numbing canvases. He just asks for flower paintings, what a snooze fest" she sighs. "Money's money though, I guess." Alara chuckles, settling back in the booth with a soft smile. "Oh they've made it with some kind of magic fairy dust, I'm sure..." Eyeing what was left of the cake she'd dreamed about all day.

"Hey, actually I'm glad you're here. I don't want to pry into anything so just tell me yes or no... Do I need to start checking in on Mason a little more? He really freaked me out at new year, I'm just worried? But I'm not sure if I'm being irrational, you know?" And who better to ask than Cole? Someone who saw him far more often than she did. Digging into the rest of her cake, she can't help but start to eye Cole with some suspicious amusement. If he wasn't going to mention the more obvious, she would. "Thought you were coming over here to pout about me sleeping with your boyfriend, to be honest." Teasing felt like a good ice-breaker, along with a sure acknowledgment of how close Cole and Nate actually were.

[adorethedistance]

READING MY BOYFRIEND’S FANFICTION?? - Owen Joyner x Influencer!Reader

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Requested: OMGGG!! Could you do a an Owen fic based around his girlfriend being an armature youtuber/social media influencer (shes also an actress and they met on set and have been dating for a while) and it’s “reading/reacting to my boyfriend’s fanfiction” ? You can do whatever you want with the fanfic part it’s just a concept that has been running around in my head for a while. LOVE ALL YOUR WORK!!

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, very mild

Words: 1460

A/N: A fic?? From Ace?? Hi. I’m off spring break officially and so my stress has dissipated immensely. School was becoming so much these last two weeks and I thought I’d be stressed or worried, but I’m actually fine? It’s weird lol so I decided I could be productive with my stress-free moment and post a little fic for y’all. I love this prompt, and before any of you writers panic, I’m using my own fics for the fanfictions because I wouldn’t want to put y’all on the spot like that. Also this is my 3000 post! thought that was cool lol

“Do you wanna do the intro?”

“I think I have to do the intro.”

“Okay, go for it.”

“Alright,” Owen sighs out a heavy breath in exaggerated preparation for my (some would say lengthy) intro. “Hello, hi. Yes, okay, this is Y/n Y/l/n vlogs, welcome or welcome back to my channel!” Once Owen finishes his statement I’m so stunned I can’t generate any sort of response other than a slacked jaw semi smile.

“That was not even close. Do you know my intro?”

“I got the first part right!”

“You’ve lost intro privileges,” I turn back to the mess of lights and tripods in front of me and ignore the disaster of an intro Owen offered. “Oh, hello, hi! I am Y/n and this is: Reading My Boyfriend’s Fanfiction!”

“That’s basically what I did.”

“No, it is not! It’s ‘oh, hello, hi. I am ‘name’ and this is: ‘title of video’.”

“You don’t ‘welcome to my channel’?” Owen’s voice has dropped to a hushed volume as he genuinely inquires about the segments of my usual introduction.

“I do not.”

“Don’t use any of this,” he pleads when making direct eye contact with the camera. “Mister Sid. Editing Sid, please don’t embarrass me.” His pleas fall on deaf ears, knowing that I’ll be using the footage in full.

“Anyways. Butchered intro aside, I am Y/n and today I am here with my lovely “So Many Stars” costar and scene partner, Owen Joyner!”

“I’m also your boyfriend.”

“That too,” I give Owen’s pointed comment a soft place to land, “So, yesterday--it was actually like, two weeks ago, I don’t know why I said yesterday--a little while back, I came across a tweet telling me someone had written a fanfic about us-”

“Did you read it?”

“On Wattpad. Of course, I read it. There are only three chapters up right now and they’re all in the 2-3k range so it was a quick read.”

“2-3k?”

“Words,” I reply nonchalantly as I unlock my phone. I bookmarked a few one-shots beforehand for us to read, and I’m slightly cocky about my selections. Owen then responds with an outburst of shock.

“2-3 thousand words is a short read?” I merely give him a blank stare.

“Judging by that reaction, Owen hasn’t read any fanfics in his life.”

“Is that not long to you- That’s what she said.” Owen cuts me off with his own stupid joke and I briefly sigh before answering.

“No, that isn’t long. Baby, I’m here for that 130k slow burn enemies to lovers on AO3 with the ‘only one bed’ and ‘locked in a closet’ tropes.”

“The what?”

“Oh, we have so much to catch you up on.”

__________________________

“So I saved three fics, an angst, a fluff, and a smut. Which do you want to read?”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“Oh my- okay. Angst is the sad shit, it’s what you read when you need your heartbroken and a good cry. Smut is pretty much in the name, it’s explicit content that will undoubtedly get this video demonetized, but that’s okay because we do have a sponsor. And fluff is the cute moments, domestic and sometimes mundane romance that makes you smile like an idiot and put the device down to screech into a pillow.” Throughout my whole explanation, I can tell Owen was becoming more and more lost, so I opt to give him a few moments to collect his thoughts.

“Let’s start with the fluff just to ease into things.”

“Smart choice. This fic I have saved is called ‘Baby Fever’ and the summary says ‘you and Owen spend a day at the zoo babysitting Baby Shada, and her presence sparks conversation about adding a new presence of your very own’.”

“That sounds so ominous.”

“Here, I’ll read the narration and reader’s POV, and then you’ll read your own dialogue.” Owen nods and leans over my right shoulder to read off of my computer screen.

“You actually start the fic.”

“‘You ready, little one?’” The instantaneous actor mode Owen slips into has me howling with laughter at which he looks at me confused. My gasping for air makes Owen laugh empathetically despite still being unsure as to what’s killing me at the moment.

“Why are you laughing?!” He yells, dramatically shaking my shoulder.

“Just the way you jumped into that, I wasn’t prepared for you to turn on the acting charm. Okay, uhhhh, ‘I bite back a laugh when I hear Owen’s voice coo from the back seat’.”

The two of us go back and forth between reading the narrative, bouts of laughter, commentary on the accuracy of Owen’s character, and we finally manage to finish the 2.5k fic in about forty minutes.

“‘When he looks up from CJ’s tiny body and recognizes the familiar ‘baby fever’ look in my eyes, he smiles and utters a simple-’.”

“‘I told you so.’”

“That was cute! I like the tie-in of having us watching over Baby Shada- or, sorry, you and ‘y/n’ watching over Baby Shada.”

“They wrote me kinda funny, I don’t think I’d ever fabricate a life to make conversation with a stranger due to baby fever.” My jaw drops slightly and before Owen can respond to my reaction, I cry,

“That is such a lie!”

“What?”

“You absolutely would do something like that, are you kidding me?!”

“No, I would not!” Owen punctuates every word with the utmost offense. He has the same look in his eye as when he was proving himself to be the cleanest phantom of the three on the Sunset Drive podcast.

“You literally told the guy at Home Depot yesterday that we were buying plants for our child’s nursery!”

“Okay, that’s different-”

“How is that different? That’s the exact same thing as fanfic you!” Owen’s furrowed brow and dropped jaw are a sight to be seen as he leans away from me, bending at the waist to stare at me with defiance. I raise my eyebrows pointedly as I await a response. Instead of actually producing a response, Owen lunges forward, grabbing my waist in his hands and squeezing gently. The feeling makes me screech and gasp of laughter from surprise and also being ticklish.

“Owen! Owe-STOP, I’m gonna drop my laptop!” I manage to say through my laughter and with one final grab, he releases me from his hold. It takes a minute for my laughter to settle but once I do, the two of us are simply breathing heavy and staring at one another with giddy smiles on our faces. In a moment’s clarity, I turn to look into the camera lens to talk directly to my editor,

“Sid, don’t use any of this. And please don’t cut to this after we finish reading to make it look like- things were happening.”

“Actually, I think you should, Sid. Just cut to right there and make the world think we-”

“OKAY, thanks for watching, bye!” I quickly stop the recording before Owen says something we’re unable to recover from. I hear him laugh gently behind me as I set my laptop down on the coffee table behind the tripod. Coming back to the couch, I move to plop down but before landing successfully on the cushion next to my phone, Owen grabs my body and moves me to sit on top of him.

“You are crazy, you know that?”

“Hmm. Crazy for you, maybe.” His cheesy line makes me scoff but smile nonetheless. I reach my right hand up to caress the side of his face as we sit cheek to cheek.

“Remind me to never film with you again.” The gesture is sweet and the sentiment is not which makes Owen laugh and he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. I lean back into him so my back is pressed flush with his chest as he lazily wraps both arms around me.

“You say that now but you’ll regret it when you wanna do a ‘boyfriend does my makeup’ challenge video.”

“Nah. I’ll just call Charlie to-” Without allowing me to finish my sentence, Owen is digging his fingertips back into the tissue of my sides and I squeal with laughter once more. This time the torment is short-lived and Owen releases me after a sweet, reconciling kiss. “Do you have baby fever now?”

“It was cute and all, but not really, no.”

“That’s too bad,” I stand up from my spot on his lap to grab my computer and hold it to my chest, “I was gonna say we could practice some baby-making.”

And with that, I turned on the balls of my feet, heading for my bedroom when I heard Owen stand up eagerly, quick to follow.

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