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jihyoruri · 7 months ago
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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 CAUGHT IN BETWEEN kim chaewon & huh yunjin
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🧋★ ͘ ⴰ JEALOUSY & LEADER DUTIES
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“you’ve got to be kidding me.” is the first thing that yunjin said when the leader of lesserafim walked into the car sitting right between her and yn with a smile on her face.
“what was that?” chaewon asked while she leaned against yn’s shoulder who was rubbing her eyes with a pink blanket wrapped around her from being woken up about 15 minutes ago.
“oh nothing.” yunjin says before taking a peek at yn who proceeds to put headphones on and turn up the volume of the music on her phone to the point that you can hear it through the headphones before closing her eyes and resting her head on chaewon’s shoulder.
yunjin clears her throat before looking at chaewon, “what are you doing here?” she asks as the car starts.
chaewon smiles, “what do you mean?” she asks innocently, “I’m supposed to be here, I’m the leader it’s my duty to accompany you guys to these things for support.”
yunjin narrows her eyes at chaewon’s obvious bullshit before turning her head and looking at the window, watching the rain fall, this is going to be a long morning.
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chaewon eyes widened when she saw yn in the white dress, a smile made its way to her face only to be wiped off immediately when she sees the taller girl walking behind yn in a white dress as well.
she walks over to the two girls with a faux smile on her face, “you look so pretty!” she exclaimed gesturing towards the dresses. “you look like a princess.”
“I look like a ready to be wife.” chaewon's smile faltered, feeling a pang of jealousy that yunjin was the person that got to do something like this with yn.
it should be my wife.
“well, we should get to set.” yunjin says budding in on their moment, she smiles when chaewon gives her a sharp glare.
“oh yeah, let’s go.” yn says, she links her arm with chaewon’s as the girls walk together their manager’s following not too far behind, “I wish you were doing this with us, I love doing photoshoots with you, it reminds be of iz*one.”
chaewon smiles at yn’s words before looking behind to through yunjin a smile who just rolls her eyes and turns to their manager to start a conversation.
“remember when they paired us for everything? I miss that.” yn says smiling sadly at the memories, “now all they do is pair me with yunjin who’s my ready to be wife.” she jokes referring to their outfits.
it’s now chaewon’s turn to roll her eyes she looks behind to see yunjin smiling, ugh.
“honestly I wish the dress was pink, imagine a pink wedding dress?” yn rambles who chaewon who just looks at her with heart eyes as she rants.
“you should wear that to your wedding in the future.” she replies hopefully ours she thinks to herself.
“I’ve honestly never thought about a wedding.” yn says softly, “but the again when do I ever? the farthest I’ve thought is when I get my oscar.”
as they arrived at the set, yn and yunjin were greeted by the bustling activity of the photoshoot. makeup artists and stylists hurried around, putting the finishing touches on the set and the girls' outfits.
chaewon stood off to the side, her gaze shifting between yn and yunjin as they prepared for the photoshoot. she listened absently to the manager discussing their schedules for the next week, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of yn and yunjin.
both yunjin and yn are instructed to lay in the set of the flowers that compliment the dresses, yunjin makes a joke as they lay down which makes everyone laugh well everyone except for chaewon.
“it wasn’t that funny.” she says loud and clear causing everyone to laugh even more, the funny part is that she’s being dead serious.
as fast as the shoot started it ended even faster.
chaewon walked over to yn and yunjin patting both of their shoulders, she patted yunjin’s with more force causing the girl to flinch and rub her now sore shoulder.
“let’s go.” the leader says linking her arms with yn and walking towards the van
chaewon drags yn with her as they make their way into the van, chaewon grabs a blanket that was on the seat and places it over yn’s and her’s legs.
yunjin entered the van not to long after them, “fans are going to go crazy over this shoot.” she starts, pausing to look at yn and chaewon covered in the blanket, before flashing chaewon a smug smile.
“fans go crazy over anything.” chaewon says brushing off yunjin’s comment while looking at yn phone who scrolls through youtube before putting on her headphones probably intentionally tuning out everything around her.
yunjin called yn’s name and didn’t get a response, all she could hear was the blasting video coming from the girls phone, she internally smiled and immediately shot chaewon an accusing look, “okay you can throw away the innocent stuff, why did you come?”
chaewon side eyed yunjin and looked out the window, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“are you serious?” yunjin says, “when have you ever attended a photoshoot for leader duties, this was just another one of your ways to get between yn and I.”
yunjin’s last sentence almost had chaewon jumping over yn to tussle with the girl, “there’s nothing between you and yn to get in between.”
yunjin opens her mouth to respond but is cut short by chaewon’s rage, “are really stupid enough to think that you and yn have something? I’m embarrassed for you.”
yunjin tenses at the girls tone but doesn’t back down, “well we have to have something for a creative director to request for a shoot for wedding style dresses.” she responds back quickly only to flinch at chaewon’s laugh.
“do you really wanna play this game right now?” chaewon asks seriously, yunjin furrows her eyebrows because this is the most serious she’s seen the leader, “you may like yn, but your like for her will never amount to mine, you’ve had your fun but it’s time to back off.”
there’s silence for a second the only thing filling the van is the music from the radio and the sounds from the headphones, yunjin swallows thickly, “I will not back off, I’m not like all the other people you’ve scared away.”
this another few seconds of silence.
“okay.”
there was a chilling vibe to the leader’s words. yunjin should feel relieved at chaewon’s calm response to her own , so why does she feel nervous?
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miss-oranje-disco-dancer · 9 months ago
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mr. clean
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pairing: pre-re2 leon x best friend's mom reader
cw: oral sex, older woman/younger man, smut and fluff
summary: the part two to cool mom's countdown! there will likely be a part three as well (bc they're falling in love) but basically, leon just learns to eat pussy in this one lol
a/n: the title is a reference to the yung gravy song of the same name (i couldn't decide which lyric i wanted to make the title, plus leon would never say any of those things he's too sweet)
wc: 1.8k
link to part 1
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It was Spring the next time you saw Leon.
You kept your distance when Leon first arrived, only making an appearance to serve snacks to the boys. Your poor planning left you alone that night. You were hoping to get a moment alone with Leon to propose the idea of having more personal time together that night or the next morning. Leon didn’t need to be asked, he snuck downstairs and found you on the back porch, sipping a cup of tea. 
You heard the sliding door squeak and you turned to find a handsome young blond. You tried not to smile too big, fearing you’d develop wrinkles. 
“I couldn’t sleep…” Leon said, stepping out into the cool midnight air.
“Funny,” you said, brushing a hand across his cheek, “you look pretty sleepy to me.”
His eyelids drooped and he looked like he was about to doze off standing up. 
“You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think you remembered that I always have trouble sleeping, so you stayed up to come see me.”
“Maybe…”
“How’d you find me out here?”
“You always come out here. I remember when I was little and I really couldn’t sleep and you let me drink some of your tea.”
“Oh yeah,” you said, recalling the memory, “and you hated it.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you wanna try it now that you’re all grown-up?” you teased. 
“Sure.”
You handed him the mug and he sipped it. He paused, waited for the aftertaste, and then shook his head.
“Still don’t like it, huh?”
“No, but, uh, thank you for letting me try it again…” He handed it back to you, daintily despite his large hands. 
“I’m assuming you didn’t come out here to ask for a sip of my tea,” you say. 
“No, ma’am,” he said, scratching the back of his head nervously, “I guess I just like being around you.”
“Well, thank you, honey,” you said, rubbing his shoulder. You had the comforting touch of a mother, you could coax him into meeting your eyes without a single word spoken. 
He hadn’t changed too much - same baby blue eyes, same bashful smile. You wondered if anything about him had changed - a girlfriend? Were you still the only woman lucky enough to get your hands on him? The subject naturally came up during your conversation.  
“Are there girls at the academy?” you asked him. 
“Not like you.”
“What am I like?” You were giggling like a teenager, struck by Cupid’s arrow for the first time. 
“Beautiful.” There was a certain weight to it. It wasn’t ‘you’re so sexy’ like men your age would drunkenly slur out, begging you to come home with them. Leon was sober, untainted by alcohol, heartache, or even time. The moonlight reflected on his face, making him look angelic. Rightfully so
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, apropos of nothing, and yet, expected all the same. 
You hummed an affirmative as you leaned in and pressed your lips against Leon’s. His lips were pillowy soft and you couldn’t help but imagine what else he could do with them. It didn’t go further than kissing that night. You pulled back, smiled at him and said, “Why don’t you stay a little while tomorrow?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You made breakfast for the boys and sent your son off to baseball practice.
“Do you want a ride home, Leon?” he called on his way out. 
“No,” you stepped in, giving him the alibi, “He’s going to help me with some housework… since I don’t get any help from you.” Yeah, the accusation, that got him to leave swiftly. Couldn’t get him to do the dishes if his life depended on it. 
From behind you, Leon asked, “What kind of housework are we doing?” 
You laughed, “None, baby, not unless you really want to. I was planning on doing something a little more fun.”
“Oh, sure, yeah, I’m fine with whatever you want.” Always so eager to please, Leon probably would have done chores for you if you’d asked him. You weren’t one to take advantage of such a sweet boy, though. 
“How about you come upstairs with me?” You stretched out your hand for him to take, and you led him to your bedroom. 
You immediately reclined on the bed while Leon lingered in the doorway, unsure of what to do. 
“Come sit down,” you said, patting the spot next to you. 
When he climbed into your bed, he sat close to you, his sweatpants against your bare thigh. “Leon?” you said softly. 
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever gone down on a girl?”
“No, not yet.”
“Would you like to?”
“If you’ll teach me how.”
“Of course. It’s not hard.”
His eyes lit up at the idea of you teaching him. You figured he might be the type of guy who’d be into that sort of thing. A mama’s boy, a teacher’s pet.
“What do I do first?”
“We should probably start by just kissing before we get to that.”
“Oh yeah, I can do that.”
His kisses began soft and slow, you had to coax him into deeper, tongue-filled kisses, but he was a fast learner. You felt his breath quicken and his dick getting hard against your leg as you continued kissing him. 
“Can I see you?” He asked, tugging at the hem of your shirt. 
“Yeah. In fact, it was getting a little hot in here.” You winked and removed your shirt. 
He marveled at your breasts which were still concealed by your bra. You wore a pretty lace one for him, and the discomfort was well worth it to see his eyes widen with desire. 
“Think you can handle taking it off?” You asked. It took an experienced man to take off a bra, so you didn’t expect much from Leon. Just trying was enough. 
“I’ll try my best.”
“Good.”
You played with his hair and watched the redness rise in his cheeks. He fumbled with the clasp with shaky hands. Clearly he didn’t have much experience. It took him a moment, but he was successful.
“I’m proud of you, honey.” Your words were genuine, he could hear it in your voice, and it made his heart flutter. 
“Thank you,” he said, his pitch faltering. 
Most men who entered your bedroom did so at night, usually a bit drunk, none of them bothering to turn on the lights. The light illuminating your body was an unavoidable one. You had Leon in the morning, and he made you feel okay with the idea of being seen - his adoration for you made you shy. To be loved is to be known, to be known is to be seen in the daylight.
His fingers trembled when he unbuttoned your jeans, but he managed to get the zipper down. His appetite was his only helper, he yearned for something he’d never had the fortune of tasting.
“Just do what feels right. As long as you don’t bite, I’m sure you’ll do great.”
He gulped and nodded, sliding your panties down. They matched your bra. You dressed up all sexy for him, though he would’ve happily taken you without all the frills. Maybe that’s why you put more effort into your appearance when you were with him. To match his utter devotion (you would only ever feel half the admiration he would for you). He revered you as a goddess. 
 You noticed his hesitation. “Start by touching it. I won’t ask you to use your mouth until you’re sure you’re ready.”
He placed his hands on your inner thighs and you helped him by spreading them for him. “Don’t be nervous, honey,” you said, running your hands through his hair.  
“Wanna make you feel good,” he said. 
“You will. I already feel good just being around you.” Yeah, it’s cheesy, but it got a smile out of him. 
He started by rubbing his fingers along your folds gently. He noticed the way your breath hitched when his fingertips brushed your clit. 
“Does it feel good when I do this?” He wasn’t even trying to talk dirty. His utter sincerity made his words even hotter.
“Yes, baby,” you said, breathier now, “It feels so good when you touch me there.”
He started to rub circles over your clit now that you’d told him where it was. “Can I use my mouth now?” 
“Of course. Whenever you’re ready.”
Leon began with little kitten licks and then began to run his tongue along your lower lips, which were all puffy and wet, (they had been before he’d touched you). 
“Did I make you wet?”
“Mhm, it’s all you.”
The encouragement had him diving back in, lapping at your folds. He wasn’t skilled by any means, but his enthusiasm made up for his lack of experience. When you pulled his hair, you felt the movements of his tongue increase in speed and he pressed his face further into you. There was an insatiable desire inside him, an addiction that began the moment he first tasted you. 
“You can put your fingers in me, too, if you want,” you suggested.
“Just one?” he asked, inserting his middle finger, which made you moan. “Or two?” He didn’t wait for your answer before he inserted his index finger and watched your reaction. 
“Yes,” you said, “Two, baby, feels so good.” As he pumped them in and out, his tongue returned to your pussy. He looked up at you with his baby blue eyes. “Curl your fingers up,” you said, showing him with your own hand. He did as you asked and you moaned loudly. 
He studied you, and managed to figure out where you liked his mouth best - your clit, obviously. 
“Leon,” you said, breathing heavily, “you can suck on it, too, just lightly-” you had something else to say, but it didn’t matter because he started to suck on your clit and you were cut off by your own moan. 
Your legs were trembling at this point. “Oh my god, Leon, keep doing that.” You hooked your legs around him and ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re gonna make me cum.” 
Upon hearing that, he moaned into your core. It sent you over the edge. You nearly suffocated him with your thighs when you came. You felt bad for pulling his hair, but he loved it. If you hadn’t been completely taken by your own orgasm, you would’ve noticed. He was brave enough to tell you the next time you saw him. Arousal gave him a certain bravado. 
After you finished, he said, “Did I do okay?”
You laughed. “Yes, you did great. I thought that was obvious.”
You offered to help him out, to return the favor. But, sheepishly, he revealed that he didn’t need any help from you. You could see the wet spot on his underwear. You didn’t realize he was rutting against the mattress the whole time. 
“You had a lot of fun, huh?”
“Yeah.” His voice wavered when he spoke.
You stifled the laugh that threatened to escape your mouth. 
“Does this mean we have to be done?” he asked sheepishly. 
“Think you’ve got another round in you?”
He nodded and climbed on top of you, ready to kiss you with your slick still on his lips. 
“Already?” you said when you noticed he was already hard again. 
“Yeah,” he said with a light laugh. You could see embarrassment shift to pride when he saw how pleased you were to see that he was ready to go again almost immediately.
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bloogers-boogers · 5 months ago
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More Marriage au ~
Adam was dragged to a small office for more privacy. He was never the problem?, what was this bitch talking about??
Anyways he was being questioned in almost everything that happened, felt and did while freshly married to Lucifer, it got to the point where it went too deep, and thats when it hit to his first marriage.
"So in the Bible it states you were married two times, is that true?"
"No. It only states when I was married to my awesome smocking hot ex wife: Eve~ and us being created."
"So that's a lie?"
"Not entirely, they just covered up the small mistakes, glossing the story up a bit."
"Which was?"
"Lilith. That unfaithful bitch. They covered her entire existence. Everything related to Lucifer, his rebellion, they didn't even stated his real name in the bible, cause he wasn't "worthy" of being recognized as his angel self. I personally think it would've been a lot more harsher if they kept his old name instead of Lucifer but whatever I guess. Then somehow those nosy ass theorists from the afertmath of Noah's shit load started looking into it too much and found actually more dirt in the hole, that revealed more to our creation. And that's how we got many split versions of it in different scriptures."
"What's his real name?"
"We're not allowed to say it. It's an angel thing."
"Prehistoric heaven stuff huh. But you're no longer a angel, your highness.."
"Fuck you. I was originally a angel before I was murdered totally unjustified btw. How does any of this information does anything in fixing my marriage?!"
The counselor scoffed, but kept her own opinion on that matter (exterminations) to herself. She's a marriage counselor not a therapist, and she wasn't getting paid enough anyways, "you were human. Originally human. Not an angel."
Now it was Adam's turn to scoff offended, but said nothing. He hated to see that side of him after his death on earth. It only brought bad memories, linked to only negative feelings, sorrow and thoughts.
"Tell me more about your marriage with Lilith."
"Pssch what's there to say? Where do I even start? What exactly do you want to know. I can go all into detail about how shit she was as my wife."
"Go on. Tell me everything you want to share, I'm here until 8 and your paying so.."
"More like aPplE hUbBy is paying for everything but whatever, took his card and shit HAHAHAHA! HAAAA," Adam snicker for himself, wiping a tear; thinking he was being funny. But he wasn't. At least for anyone else in the room which was just Gladis (counselor's name) and the only response she did was write a note to that comment.
Note one:
'Apple hubby. A subconscious, possible meaningful name for his spouse. If it referring to events of the bible, may mean about the whole apple incident (weak spot?) or it could be related to King Morningstar's obsession with apples (concerning). Or both.'
"Firstly she cheated on me. Obviously. That's the whole tea, bitch. Secondly she didn't agreed on anything I did, suggest or thought. It's like she wanted to be against everything I believed in. Nothing I did to impress her sastified her. She made ME question my entire faith and existence!" The more Adam spoke the more his pupils shrank by the dark memories of his past.
Note two:
'First wife trauma.'
"Then Lucifer shows up and POOF! Now everything that twink ass looking angel did was 'amazing' and worth looking forward to. He only sang and dance with her, ONCE, and it was like, her whole world turned around.. facing away from me..."
"And did Lucifer have any connections with you at the time? Did he also approach you when he firstly approached Lilith? Did you two spend time together? Talk? Bond?"
"More like it was all a whole distraction for their affair to continue."
"So you two did have a relationship."
"It's complicated."
"Why was it complicated, Adam?"
Adam's face soften in sadness. The question taking him off guard. He wasn't entirely sure?
What went wrong. What did he do, to not deserve Lucifer and Lilith's loyalty? Friendship, honesty.
Why wasn't he ever worth something. Enough.
"I have no fucking idea, man. I was literally perfect, still am and yet they wanted more than what they could bite and CHOKE on it in the progress."
"You're including Lilith in this. Why's that?"
"Because those two bastards were a team. The damage was done by both, all planned out and ready for what was gonna come. Got both me AND Eve. It's plural. I wish I could say I was alone in all this but I wasn't which is why it makes things hard to forgive and forget."
Note three:
'Gayass.'
"So how did you two end up falling in love?"
"We didn't, we kinda just poofed into existence already married and stuff."
"I meant you and King Lucifer."
"Just call him Lucifer he doesn't deserve that sorts of respect, he's an ass. A snake full of cock that doomed humanity."
"How did you and Lucifer get together," she asserted much more frustrated seeing Adam was getting nowhere to the subject in hand.
Adam then realized immediately everyone actually thought they were truly an item. Well this went awkward all of a sudden. So he decided to keep up the lie.
"I died."
"And—— what else?"
"Wdym 'what else'? Bitch wanted to complete the full set y'know. First dick, father of humanity, the only one that refused to join him. I'm basically his forbidden apple."
"And you just let him?"
"Sure. Why not? What's there to lose y'know. That's my jam. I just go with the flow. If it works for me then let it be damn and fuck me hard, I'm fucking doing it."
"Adam, are you taking this session seriously?"
Adam in response digs his pinky finger inside his ear with indifference, "Look. I just want answers, babe. I don't want spiritual solutions or tips. Tell me how to fix this."
She sighed, "when was the last time you two were intimate?"
"WOW, wow. WOAH. Where going to that territory now? Little tea maker right here but whateves."
So Adam went on full detail on one of his sex escapes back in heaven, plastering Lucifer’s name on whatever freak he has fucked in the last centuries. He was not in any way gonna go on about sex with Lucifer (they did it only two times; one outta traditional terms, the second we don’t talk about the fucking second.) that shit was private and humiliating to say the least.
He blushed. Just the thought of Lucifer’s claws running down his skin and his fangs digging through his neck and wings. It sent shivers down his spine. Made his throat go all dry and his limbs all numb.
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corrodedbisexual · 6 months ago
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The original plushie
Steddie | G | ~4.1k | AO3 link
This fanart of Eddie sleeping with a bunch of stuffed toys by @baleful-blurbs infected my brain and refused to leave until this ridiculous fluffy thing got written 😭 Please make sure to reblog those wonderful sketches to support the artist who inspired the plushie silliness♥️
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Featuring: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, seriously beware of cavities, Light Angst, Plushies, Childhood Memories, POV Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Good Parent Wayne Munson, Requited Love, Cuddling, Getting Together, Boys In Love
The mortifying ordeal of Eddie's crush discovering his secret plushie cuddle nest turns out to be not so mortifying after all. Steve even starts borrowing said plushies to take back home with him; some time later, Eddie finds out why.
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“Who’s this?” Steve asks, grinning as he pokes at the teddy’s ridiculous smiley face. 
“Oh. That’s… that’s Mr. Boogers.” Eddie huffs and rolls his eyes. “Please don’t ask.”
Still grinning, Steve turns to him. “Well, now you know I gotta.” 
Eddie groans, rubbing a hand across his flustered face, and figures he might as well tell the story now that he’s dug his own grave. “He was, uh… kinda defective from the start, there were some stitches loose around his nose and there was stuffing coming out of it, like… well…”
Steve giggles. “Boogers. Gotcha.” 
“Yeah. Wayne grumbled about it and wanted to ask for a different one, but I was already in love with this one and clung to him and refused to trade. Cos like, you know how plushies of the same type are supposed to be identical but they’re really not ? And one of them has that perfect face and the others just seem off?” 
Eddie blushes, thinking now would be the moment he finally gets ridiculed for being twenty years old and having strong opinions on plushie faces of all things, but Steve just smiles and nods.
“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I once spilled some gouache on a Mickey Mouse I owned and instead of washing him, mom just bought me a new one of the same series.” Steve sighs. “It was obvious 'cos his eyes were a little closer together and his smile wasn’t crooked to the left. I knew he wasn’t the same Mickey.” 
Again, Eddie’s heart aches for little Steve, like pretty much any time the boy reveals stories from his childhood in a tone too lighthearted for the words spoken, in Eddie’s opinion. Rich people really don’t value anything, huh. (With Steve being the obvious exception.)
“Yeah, see? You get it!” Eddie exclaims, pointing at Steve and putting more excitement into the words than he feels. Mostly, he just feels relieved and pleasantly surprised at how unexpectedly he and Steve managed to bond over their shared fondness for their childhood toys. “So anyway, Wayne relented and we took this funny guy home, my uncle patched him up, but the nickname stuck. Mr. Boogers. Boogie for short.”
Steve laughs again, but there’s nothing malicious about it as he looks back to the teddy in his lap and flicks his ear.
“Nice to meet you, Boogie,” he says with an affectionate smile that makes Eddie want to burrow his face into the mattress and giggle like an idiot. 
And maybe scream a little, because what the fuck. It should be illegal for your crush to talk cute to your goddamn childhood plushies.  
Whole fic on AO3
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sakumz · 1 year ago
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「 lu guang x gn reader 」
a/n : I doubt there's many readers for this but THIS MAN OH MAH GAWDD I just started link click... every episode makes me wanna cry when xiaoshi punched him and instead of getting angry he comforted him MY GOODNESS
warnings : a little ooc, reader in hospital...
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" you seem pretty spaced out lately, lu. " xiaoshi playfully punches the white haired boy on the shoulder as he drops his phone from the impact.
" sorry... it's just... remember y/n l/n? " lu guang looks directly at cheng xiaoshi as he ponders for a while before replying.
" yeah, they were from our school though they transferred away halfway. what's up? "
" their brother texted me the other day, said they're in the hospital and well... "
" you've always liked them huh, want me to go to the past and confess on your behalf? " xiaoshi playfully winks as lu guang sighs out of relief. giving xiaoshi the photo he printed out earlier of you and him in the classroom.
" yeah, dont mess up. got it? " lu guang raise his hand.
" got it. " xiaoshi slaps his hand on lu's hand.
" was I that mesmerising in your eyes that you just had to take a picture of me and the golden hour? " you teased as you turn away from the window to look at the white haired boy as he snaps out of his gaze from you and put his phone down, mumbling a sorry.
' damn did you really take a picture without asking for permission? what a creep. ' xiaoshi teased in his head as a certain lu guang flushed red at the memory.
' they looked really pretty, now tell them you'll walk them home and confess then leave the picture. ' lu guang instructs.
" its getting late, I'll walk you home. " xiaoshi tells you as you accepts and pack your things.
exiting the school and walking behind the male, you can't help but feel nervous. xiaoshi occasionally peeks over you as lu guang mentally prepares what nonsense might sprout out of xiaoshi's mouth.
' so why do you want to confess to them? ' he asks.
' they woke up from a coma, their brother said they don't remember anything and have been crying almost every day ever since they woke up. I doubt this confession will change anything in the future but... '
' I get it, today was their last day at school. you didn't get the chance to confess as you ran away after snapping that photo. '
' you- well you're not entirely wrong. ahem focus on the task at hand, just repeat after me. '
" you're really pretty, bright like the sun. funny, kind and sweet. I'm not expecting an answer or whatever but just so you know. I love you a lot, and- " xiaoshi stopped walking as you bump onto his back, stumbling at the impact a little.
" I'm moving away tomorrow. if youre asking me to be your lover then I'm not so sure if a long distance relationship will work out. one might fall for another in the long run. " he's staring at you as you fidget at your spot. this was all so nerve-wracking to you.
" I know that. it's okay, I don't need to be your lover now or ever, but I hope you always remember that there's a guy that fell for you and that you're amazing no matter what. " xiaoshi can't help but sympathize with his friend's possible one-sided love.
" I-I'm sorry, " hearing the apology shocked both xiaoshi and lu guang, tears pricked onto the corners of your eyes as you aggressively wipe your eyes.
" I'm sorry, it's just... " crouching down to cover your face to cry wasn't helping the words come out of your mouth.
xiaoshi bends down to your height, " it's okay really! " he attempts to pat your head in hopes to comfort you but it only made your heart sank deeper.
" you're a sweet guy despite your h-hard and cold exterior. I truly loved you too but we can't be together! not now or ever, so many things might change for you and me. I'll be moving away tomorrow, to a far-away place. you and I- we won't make it as lovers with those circumstances! " lu guang sighs heavily as xiaoshi mentally panics, ' hello? lines quick! '
" umm, I don't know what to say besides goodluck on your departure. " hearing that, your sniffles stop as you glare at the man infront of you.
' don't say that idiot, tell them it's alright. I'll find them in the future eventually, just wait for me. ' so xiaoshi repeats after him.
hearing the words, renders you speechless at his confidence to find you. you broke into a smile as lu guang body's reacts with a faint blush on his face, heck even the real lu guang looking at you from xiaoshi's eyes was blushing. after the so-called confession session and successfully bringing you home. xiaoshi exits the photo.
" thank you, " lu guang peeks over to his friend sprawled out next to him on the couch.
" wanna visit them or what? " xiaoshi challenged to which lu guang sighs before agreeing.
after texting your brother for details, here they were starring at your figure looking out the window.
" am I still mesmerising in your eyes? why don't you take a picture of me and the golden hour, lu guang. " hearing the softness of your voice, he rushes by your side to give you a squeeze.
you feel his tears fall on you as you return the hug, you're home now. wherever he is, your heart will call it home. xiaoshi watches as his friend cries for you before walking away to give you guys more privacy.
" sorry, I can't help the tears. you- you remembered, " he stops crying to look at you. you were wearing a soft smile on your face, the faint blush was there but with the glowing sun behind you. you looked ethereal.
" I'm happy to see you too, waking up from a dream... that confession was what I last dreamed of, lu guang... I love you so much, " he takes a seat next to your bed, following to grab your cold hands with his larger and warmer hands.
" I love you just as much too. after you left, my heart couldn't move on from you. it longs for you, I miss you so much. I didn't want to bother nor distract you when you moved, so I didn't text you. when your brother texted about today, I can't help but feel the need to visit... I wasn't sure if doing so was right until a friend suggested it. "
" ha, that friend must've been cheng xiaoshi ? I think that's his name, "
" yeah, " he smiles fondly at today's fiasco.
" I've got so much to tell you, but for now... I'm feeling a little sleepy... " you mumbled out as you slowly changed position, moving one of your hands out of his hold. falling asleep with one hand of his in front of your face.
he watches fondly, your heartbeat in the monitor seems fine. he didn't change your future, seeing as the major event where you were in the hospital still exists. heck, you must've been telling on your brother about him despite not talking to lu guang eversince but, for your brother to even bother to reach out to him like that... does that mean you were fated to meet him once more? he can't help but smile a little at the thought.
" I've got so much to tell you too, " he says as he closes his eyes and places his head above the arm, holding onto your hand. he falls asleep from the sounds in the room. how he truly can't wait for things to play out. he didn't really change the future now, did he?
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takendruid · 7 months ago
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The funny thing about Kenjaku being Sonia and Tengen being Rauru is that Kenjaku is literally a mother and has been in a female body, and Tengen is misgendered as male in the anime.
Also Link having glowing eyes after being in the shrine of resurrection headcanon >>>. Also ik it’s unrealistic but Shiekah Gojo. Post-death Gojo probably figures out he’s Shiekah when visiting Kakariko, but doesn’t realise the significance of the Shiekah until he gets all his memories back.
Gojo pre-death would be so sick of Geto I feel. Like Gojo pre-death would be like Gojo when he was a kid. Meanwhile Gojo post-death would be like teenage and adult Gojo, silly and goofy, and would actually fall in love with Geto (unlike pre-death Gojo, who would just barely tolerate Geto’s presence because he has to do his job). Meanwhile Geto has to come to… a realisation. Definitely a realisation. That this Gojo is not the Gojo he once knew, and he doesn’t know whether to feel happy about that or not. This is probably what happened:
Geto: Satoru, do you… remember me?
Gojo: I… I do but… but I’m not the Satoru you once knew
Geto:
Gojo: I’m so-
Geto: YES!!
Gojo: HUH???
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utilitycaster · 10 months ago
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How Funny is it for Chetney to die on the Next Long Rest: 3x82
since I started this only last episode here is a link the previous edition to refresh your memories re: the vibe. Also only 15 minutes or so have passed since then which means most of that post is still entirely relevant. It's okay though because for my own entertainment I have added a bonus feature at the bottom:
Hilarity considerations:
Just hard-carried the thinking of the party; farewell to what few arcana checks were made
finally: a werewolf that has reached the moon! what shall he do oh he's dead huh
there's still plenty of time on the moon today for him to pick up a piece of predathos BEFORE the long rest. Does the responsibility to pass that along fall to the rest of the party? THERE'S a shenanigan to be sure?
Does he have a death letter. He better have a death letter. Everyone should have one (Molly is excused bc he is proudly barely literate bless his heart and also Taliesin's letter for Percy was good enough for two games). If he does it's gonna be LIT.
No really imagine you are Matt though and Chet just fucking dies on the moon. This is a complication for Matt but it is funny for me.
I think he should play as Yussa if this happens.
Hilarity complications:
Honestly they are roughly the same as last time but I did just remember Dorao too. Plot is stored in the Travis Character. I don't mind plotlines ending bc of this death but man that destroys any ongoing non-moon plotlines basically except whatever the fuck is going on with Delilah. You know how two of the three post-Campaign VM one-shots are specifically because Grog pulled a card from the Deck of Many Things? This would be like the opposite of that. Campaign ends ten episodes earlier than it would have because we don't have any of Chet's stuff.
What if he plays one of Ishto's party members who DID actually make it but got trapped on the moon. That's a weird dynamic.
The return to the war council becomes messier and messier...Bells Hells has: raised the alarm for basically every Reilora. Otohan is here. They have left SO many witnesses. And now they got a new guy.
Forecast: 1% chance of Chetney Death. A weird arcane lightning rod level of hilarity.
Bonus because this might get repetitive (fun fact, the wizard tracker? also launched just as shit got WICKED repetitive because every episode was like max 3 hours of real time. it is my gift, and my curse.) Things in this episode with slightly more personality than Otohan Thull:
The polymorphed possum
The nervous unnamed Vanguard member in the tent
The tent
The hypothetical concept of Tent Kite
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elixrr · 1 year ago
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HII!! I saw you wanted requests in your last post and I also saw you writer for a silent voice so I think it’s perfect to see someone (except me) write for it as well! So… may I request Shoya Ishida with a Male! or GN! S/O who doesn’t speak at all? like link from the BOTW game? I would say, the reader can hear big he doesn’t talk to anyone at all unless it’s someone their very close to like ishida and maybe what ishidas reaction would be when they just talk to him? hope that isn’t to hard :) thanks!
A Wonderous Voice:
Shouya Ishida x GN!Reader
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Synopsis... you, who does not speak at all, suddenly decide one day to talk to your best friend, Shouya Ishida.
Author's Note... I am so, so sorry this took so long to get out!! I didn't exactly have the time to work on this, let alone even open tumblr until it was past midnight! I'm glad I got it done now & I hope you enjoy it <3
Warnings... None! Total, pure fluffiness.
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“...And in the end, she really did drop the ice cream. She tried to go back and buy another one, but the lady ran out of the flavor she liked.” Shouya Ishida snickered, stifling a louder laugh when recounting the memories. You sat there across from him, wide smile on your face as if you were holding back a laugh. That's how Ishida knew you found the story funny, even if he never heard you talk or even laugh out loud.
He smiled a tad bit more when he noticed the crinkles in your eyes when you smiled like that, as you closed your eyes and almost laughed.
“So then, uhm, after she was told that there wasn't any more of the flavor, she stood there for a good minute, and then she turned to me with this look in her eye, and– and she told me to buy the flavor for her!”
Ishida lightly yet dramatically 'slammed' the table with both palms. He giggled, and you snickered, too. Each time, he slightly opened one eye to see your expression, wanting to know if you really were enjoying this. His giggling died down, and this sweet smile plastered all over his face. He thought it was really sweet how, despite the fact that you don't talk, you willingly listen to him blabber with jumbled stories (accompanied by a few stutters) to drown out silence.
Suddenly, as he's lost in thought, you tilt your head and wave to him, confused. You semi-shrug with both hands and then point to Ishida, sign language for “what happened?”. He snaps out of his thoughts.
“Oh, no, nothing happened. I was just, uh, thinking of how to... word the next part?”
Ishida scrambles up a bit to regain composure before speaking again.
“So, I uh– I had to drop her home with our mothers first. Then I had to bike over to the convenience store just for a tub of ice cream!”
You were smiling, stifling a small laugh each time he progressed with the story, but then you heard someone approach from behind. You thought of something funny when imagining it in your head, and at long last, you opened your mouth to speak as you watched Ishida chuckle.
“I–”
“Oh wow. Look who it is. It's Ishida and... who's this?” A certain girl with long black hair leaned on the table with her arms. It's that Ueno that Ishida's mentioned in the past. You fidget uncomfortably in your seat.
“They're my friend.” Ishida murmurs, short and simple.
“Oh. Hi.” She looks at you as if she was expecting something. You merely wave to her as a greeting.
“Pft, don't talk much, huh? What, you deaf too?”
“Ueno, please don't talk to them like that. They can hear perfectly fine. They just don't talk... m– much.”
“Oh sure, whatever. You've always had a thing for the quiet weirdos.” She scoffs, poking her tongue at Ishida as he rolls his eyes. Beside him and through sign language, he tells you not to worry.
You nod, but then you hear someone call Ueno's name from where the cashier is. You turn around and see someone with really short brown hair call over to Ueno. You realize that she doesn't hear said person.
You tap on the table near her fingers, and she looks over at you strangely. You point over at the direction of the cashier.
“Oh, so sad, I've gotta go. Bye-bye Ishida and his quiet little friend.” You and Ishida watch as Ueno walks away.
“...Are you okay, y/n?” Ishida stares over at you, concerned if she hurt you in any way, shape, or form. You simply nod and smile, to which he's relieved.
“Mm, are you okay, Ishida?” You ask casually, as if talking was an everyday occurrence for you.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm okay.” He responds, playing with his hands and fidgeting. He thinks about how to make things a little less awkward after Ueno came and killed the vibe.
His eyes trail off into the distance, pondering for a bit, until he realizes something. His eyes widen a bit as he stares directly at you.
You smile at him knowingly, and he smiles, still extremely surprised.
“Y- You—wait, what? Did you just say that?”
“Yeah, I kinda did.”
He covers his mouth, now laughing a bit. You spoke. You spoke! Spoke to him! He couldn't have been more ecstatic that his best friend finally spoke.
“Your voice is so nice,” Ishida begins, smiling innocently. “I've never seen you— ah, wait, what did I just say?!”
“You find my voice nice?” You snicker, watching as his face burns up at his own thoughtless and sudden compliment.
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madisonmccoy · 4 months ago
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Teo Tomczuk tells us about the next season of Rykter!
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https://730.no/forteller-om-neste-sesong-teo-tomczuk/%5C~%5D
SOMMERFJAS with Teo Tomczuk
By Tayiba Haji
3 July 2024 at 15:47
Teo Tomczuk sits down with SOMMERFJAS 😎 🎵 ☀️
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(y’all this one needed a lot of cultural context to understand properly so you can see my personal explanations/rambling below in red lol)
“Fellesferien” has officially started (this is also known as general staff vacation in English, a practice where all employees at a workplace have time off at the same time, and in Nordic countries this typically takes place during warmer months like August). And while some people turn their sights towards the South (warmer/more southern countries in Europe), others are settling in well at their Norwegian cabins.
The next man out for our Summer column is Teo Tomczuk (born in 2006).
You may know him as Mathias from the NRK series “Rykter”, but in his spare time Teo is also very involved in music.
[730.no](http://730.no) had a chat with the Bergen native about his summer favorites. As well as what we can expect from the highly anticipated third season of “Rykter”.
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Hi Teo! Do you have any exciting plans for the summer?
“I am going to play some concerts in Poland, and travel around Poland a bit. And I am going on vacation to Croatia with my best friend! It's a bit funny because all the “russegruppene” in all of Norway are going there exactly when we are going there." 
(Russegruppene, or Russ groups, describe groups of students in their final semester of high school that celebrate the tradition of Russefeiring, or russ for short. This happens over a period of several weeks leading up to summer, and it is basically a continuous party commonly linked to drunkenness & public disturbances. It's also a tradition for the students to wear special overalls for the event, usually red or blue. Many groups choose to rent or buy party buses to drive around during this time. This tradition is unique to Norway and is an interesting read for those unfamiliar with it!)
Lovely! What kind of style do you go for in the summer then?
“I wear a lot of black clothes even though it's summer.”
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What does the perfect summer day look like for you?
“A cabin trip combined with a fishing trip! And making music in the evening.
What movie/series did you last watch? And what roll of the dice do you give it?
“I saw The Fall Guy in the movie theater, it was very well made. The entire production. Dice roll 6!” (The roll of the dice is a Norwegian rating system for media, with 1 being the worst and 6 being the best)
Speaking of cool productions: Has the third season of “Rykter” been recorded?
“The third and fourth seasons have actually been recorded!”
Wow, so cool! What can we expect from the new season?
“You can expect a lot of love, broken hearts. Many try lots of new things and find out who they are. Mostly they get to know themselves. There will be a lot of identity stuff!”
Do you have any tips on what someone could do on a rainy day?
“I live in Bergen, so I'm used to that. The fish bite more when it rains. And make music of course.”
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Do you have a favorite restaurant that you just have to visit in the summer?
“Mammas Kjøkken!” (Mom’s Kitchen)
How are you at parties?
“I'm the one who tries to put on 70s rock, haha! I’m really not the biggest party type then.”
What can we expect from you on the music front?
“I try to find my own sound. I developed a new style of pop rock that I think people can vibe with. There will be more international music, a bit of everything.”
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What is this summer's vorspiel (pre-game) anthem?
"Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin”
What is this summer's nachspiel (afterparty) anthem?
"The End - The Doors”
(Vorspiel and nachspiel are German words that are used in Scandinavian countries to mean pre and after party)
What song is best to dance to?
“Lonely Boy by The Black Keys.”
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What is your darkest party memory?
“I broke a tooth once haha!”
Huh?
“Yeah, it was crazy. I was going to open a bottle. Fortunately, it went fine in the end.”
Luckily! Do you have any good tips for the day after a party?
“In Poland we have a soup that grandmas and moms have often made over the years. It's damn good the next day. And just drink lots of water before and after.”
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What do you spend the most money on in the summer?
“Probably beer!”
Who would you most like to meet this summer, and why?
“The best thing would be to meet my role models.”
And who are they?
“Many of them have died, but of the ones who are alive: Alex Turner and Ozzy Osbourne.”
(ALEX TURNER MENTION !!!)
Have you ever had a summer fling? Or is there anyone who counts as one this year?
“Not this year, but I've had ones in the past. It's best during the summer, that’s really when it’s the nicest.”
Can you send us some random photos from your camera roll this summer?
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Thank you so much and have a happy summer, Teo!
“Likewise!”
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catiecat1320 · 18 hours ago
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Sonadowtober Prompt 21: Reincarnation
For one of my AUs, Echoes
The reincarnates do use different names!! Relevant ones are: Synth - Sonic Echo - Shadow Ami (Amaryllis) - Amy And EGGMAN (Endo-Genetic Graft: Main Alternate Network) is an AI with the original Eggman's mind
Additional context in AO3 endnotes :)
Read Below🔽
Synth smashes through the last robot, cheering as sparks fly and its digital screen flickers out. “Score! I think I win this one, Echo.”
The black hedgehog rolls his eyes, flicking his bangs out of his face. “It’s not a competition. Be serious for a moment. I don’t think this is everything EGGMAN has up its sleeve.”
“Psh,” Synth scoffs. “That computer has nothing against us.” He ignores the way Echo shakes his head, blowing a raspberry at the nearest camera before opening his communicator. “Ami! We’re done!”
“That’s great! Just give us a second to wrap things up—” She’s interrupted by a sudden tilt of the shuttle, throwing everyone and everything not tethered off balance. Synth slammed into the nearest railing with a yelp, barely managing to roll aside as the bot he just crushed slid off the side to meet the sky. 
If it stopped at that, they would’ve been fine, but���
The entire ship lurched the other way, gaining speed until it flipped over entirely, leaving Synth dangling precariously on the railing lest he fall off. “W-what in Chaos was that?!”
“I don’t know!” Ami’s voice came through, crackled with static. “Are you all alright out there?”
“I…”
I am, he meant to say. But it’s then the realization dawns on him that it hadn’t just been him on the deck.
“Echo?”
The hedgehog is nowhere to be seen. Not as lucky as Synth to have grabbed on before their surprise roll, he’d likely been dumped on a trip through the atmosphere.
…an one-way trip.
“Echo!”
A sinking feeling of deja vu hits him like a truck. 
“Not again…” Synth breathes, shallow, panicked, “not again…” He combs the sky below for any sight of Echo. How hard is it to see—? 
Black, but a spot in a sea of blue and white.
Ignoring the concerned voices from his communicator, he lets go without a second thought.
By the time he’s freefalling, it’s too late to think about how stupid that was, so he zones in on his target. The more he focuses, however, the more other things overtake his vision. 
Funny how things worked, huh? Days spent watching his friends regain their past lives one by one, his lost far beyond him despite many attempts, and it takes this to kickstart it.
Not black among blue, but gold. A mere dot in space, but it grows, into a star, fading, backlit by the marbled Earth… horror floods his veins as he dives, reaching out with a hand that wasn’t his, at a hedgehog he does not recognize, only to receive a serene smile and be waved away.
He feels a sadness like he’s never felt, deep and hollowing, and even worse is the suffocating failure—
Synth slams into Echo, knocking the breath out of both of them as he wraps his arms around the other and flips them around from the force of impact. For a moment it’s just gasping and the ringing in his ears that Synth hears.
Memories from a life past fade into the back of his head, but the dread lingers. He attempts to remedy that by cuddling as close to the other hedgehog as he and the gravity pulling at them would allow.
“...Synth? Synth?”
“Mmph.” Synth buries his face in the crook of Echo’s neck, his heart beating far more rapidly than he would like. He hoped the other hedgehog couldn’t feel it. Which was likely impossible.
Eventually he pulls away with a broken laugh. “Sorry. I… uh…”
No longer hugging each other, the two hedgehogs link hands and fall back to a stomach-down position, the extra surface area helping slow their descent as much as possible.
Echo mouths something, unheard with the wind filling both their ears. When Synth doesn’t respond, he says it again, then again. “Are you okay?”
That’s sure a question. Synth doesn’t have an answer for that. “I… suppose?” 
Too quiet to hear as well, evident in the other’s still concerned face. He speaks louder. “As okay as I can be while falling to my death!”
Echo cringes and squeezes his eyes shut, threatening to snap a few joints in Synth’s hands as he tightens his grip. 
Fear.
Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned falling to their deaths. Synth’s thrown back to gold and black and blue again. “It’ll be okay, Shadow!”
Echo’s second name falls out of his mouth before he can stop himself. But it does the trick of catching the black hedgehog’s attention, and in the moment that he looks up, Synth sees someone else in that familiar face.
“You never use…” Echo trails off to something incomprehensible, the wind whipping in their quills carrying away his words before Synth could hear. But it’s something of surprise, if his expression was anything to go by.
“It’s ironic, isn’t it?! The first thing I remember is you!” The beginning of a smile graces Echo’s face at that, but it’s immediately replaced by shock as a cyan glow envelopes the both of them and stops them mid-fall.
“Silver!” They jinx. The white hedgehog is far from amused, locking eyes with Synth.
“Why in Chaos would you jump?!”
“You jumped? Off the shuttle?” Echo stares at the increasingly sheepish hedgehog. “You jumped?!”
“Look—”
“Good Gaia, Synth, how stupid are you?! You could’ve died!”
“You could’ve died too!”
“And how was jumping after me supposed to help?”
“Can you two cut out the flirting for a moment?” Silver interrupts, deadpan, making both flush with embarrassment. “They still need help up there.”
“Right, right!” Synth jumps at the opportunity to change the topic. “Let’s go!”
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perryavenue · 1 year ago
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rainjoy Has A New Post. It's Personal
rainjoy is one of my favorite Klaine fanfic authors. Their first Klaine fanfic was published on LiveJournal in 2011, their last in 2021. Health issues have become more intense over time. Their most famous works, All The Other Ghosts and Grey, were published in 2012 and 2013. So those who've joined the fandom fairly recently may not even know about their other fics, the most recent one being from 2021. rainjoy has written Klaine in every genre: high school!Klaine, college!Klaine, married!Klaine, supernatural!Klaine, fantasy!Klaine, and even superhero!Klaine.
Here is a link to rainjoy's works on Live Journal
Here's a link for Dreamwidth
I hope that you'll help boost it by re-blogging. Thanks in advance, @klaineccfanficlibrary and @todaydreambelieversfic
This is rainjoy's post from today (October 27, 2023).
"Hello, I’m still alive.
Hello, I do mean it, hello anybody around to see this, I really hope you’ve been well, I’m sorry I haven’t been around, I *haven’t* been well. But I have, over a course of fucking months, actually written something, so I’m writing *this* here so I don’t need to leave a novel-length author’s note on it, as some kind of explanation of where I’ve been.
Largely, I’ve been in bed, I’m likely going there again after posting this, they need to invent new words for how tired I am so much of the time, my upgraded wheelchair is worth about as much as my *laptop*, my life revolves around Can I? Probably not. and lots and lots and lots of ‘resting’. I’ve not been well, but please don’t worry, I’ve not been unhappy. This is the golden age of being ill, the sheer quantity of stuff out there to amuse the bedbound – I have books and podcasts, all of Netflix, I practically live on Sky: Children of the Light, when I’m too dopey even for that I have Animal Crossing, when I am genuinely such a puddle of not-human lethargy that all I need is for time to pass until I feel just slightly better again I have videos of other people playing video games on YouTube and I’m sorry my darling baby moths I will pick you up and help you every single time but it will never not be funny watching someone go through Eden for the first time on YouTube, it just never will not make me laugh, oh my gods I’m so *sorry* my loves <3
So anyway, there’s all that, that’s where I’ve been, life really does not work out the way you planned it to, huh? Because outside of my bed, I know I have messages and emails and someone got a tattoo?? You got a tattoo and I’m just really sorry I haven’t been in touch, my energy has to be paid out like a miser, if I want to wash my hair then wow the world is really not getting anything else out of me, you know? But I am still here, and I do still love the things I love. I still think all of it is worth it. I think the world is a *lot* of fun, though I bear in mind that still, and always, we live through very frightening and distressing times. Which actually makes me think we need to cling to the things we love *more*, not less, love makes better people of us, when we let it.
So I did watch the new season of Good Omens when it came out, and safe to say I was not impressed, but it did jog in me the memory that didn’t I write a sequel to it? Yes I did, and it involved *all* that blood. But I reread it – it’s like reading a stranger’s writing after so long – and that jogged the memory: Didn’t you start a sequel to *this*?
Yes I did! Two thirds written, actually, hurrah for my past self. The last third took, I don’t know, when did the new season come out, it took that long. I used to sneeze out this sort of thing. This, now, is getting at my arms, it’ll be another lie down soon. But anyway, the point of all this: I live yet. In the next few days I *hope* I will be formatting and posting a sequel to But Thou Readst Black because of course everyone wants *that* back in their heads again, my gods. And I hope hope hope you’ve been well, I do think of people while I’m stuck doing nothing but pooling my brain out of my ears on YouTube. Look after yourselves, take care of each other, my gods you tattooed yourself I mean more power to you but it alarms me when things I make turn out to be *permanent*, you know? It feels like I barely touch the world anymore, my circumference has become so small, but it makes the world seem only more precious. Take good care of it, and of yourself as part of it. And very, very much love, to anyone remaining to see this, much love <3"
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journey-to-the-attic · 8 months ago
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3rd anni req 5: beel, asmo / photos
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note: this one's short n sweet! takes place post-jtta ^^
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“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!”
“Huh? What?” Beel jerks upright as Asmo barrels into the kitchen - his spoon clatters to the table in mild panic. “Did something happen?”
“Look at this!” Asmo wails, practically slamming an orange-cased D.D.D. on the table. “You were hiding these this whole time?!”
“Huh?” Beel seems to have already forgotten that he lent it to him. “What?”
Asmo rubs his eyes furiously, sniffs, then asks, “You didn’t even notice?”
“Notice what?” He asks cluelessly, then finally looks down at the screen. “...oh…”
IK’s eyes - very, very close to the camera - stare back up at him. Like an inquisitive sort of little bird.
He pushes away his bowl with one hand and pulls his phone towards himself with the other. He’s cradling it like something precious, wearing the sort of softly awed face you’d use for a baby animal.
Asmo isn’t sure whether or not to laugh. Beel hasn’t even realised there’s more than one picture yet.
He lets him remember to swipe in his own time. Silently, he watches him skim through IK’s little impromptu photoshoot - none of it quite taken seriously, but earnest all the same.
Beel stops on Asmo’s favourite - the one where her face is behind a glass of water, so that it warps in funny places. Maybe it’s because the warping obscures it somewhat, but this is the only one where IK’s wearing a full grin. The other smiles are sweet, but small and a little awkward - this one, for lack of a better word, is just plain joyous.
Asmo takes a look at Beel’s face. He doesn’t feel as silly for bursting into tears now.
Beel has exactly two pre-existing albums - Asmo knows this because he was snooping through them before he spotted the selfies - one for food (dishes he wants to try, promotional restaurant posters, and everything in between), and one for family.
This one is a little more curated than the food album; given his lack of photography ambition, most of Beel’s gallery is filled by courtesy of his brothers messing around, so he’s more selective about which ones to commit to memory. Asmo watches Beel select the entire block of sneaky selfies, and saves them next to a magazine-worthy shot of Belphie staring out into the horizon.
He gets it. He’s feeling sentimental, too.
Beel is quiet for a little while longer. Finally, he says, voice perhaps a touch thicker than usual, “When did she have time to do that?”
Asmo had thought the same thing - which is why he’s already checked the timestamps. It seems IK was making a game of it for a little while, because the pictures come in bursts over a period of about a week. There are twenty-two in total.
Beel doesn’t seem to expect an answer. In fact, he’s already moved on. “I should show Belphie…”
He’s looking at the photo where Belphie’s tousled hair is just about visible in the background - IK’s done her absolute best to capture his sleep-contorted face. Based on the odd angle - and the blurring - she dropped the phone on him immediately after taking the picture.
He scrolls through the whole set one more time, then says affectionately, “I don’t think IK thought I’d find these.
He’s pointed out a certain quirk to her smiles. Asmo nods fondly; yes, that’s definitely the look of an IK who thinks she’s getting away with something. She does the same thing when she thinks Satan hasn’t noticed her drawing lines on his arm during study sessions.
“Gosh, I feel crazy,” Asmo sighs, then abruptly face-plants forward onto the table. “They’re just pictures, but I feel like I’ve just watched her win an award or something.”
“Is that what it is?”
“Maybe? Like, oh, that’s our girl, you know?”
“It’s…” Beel doesn’t finish the thought before moving onto the next. “...hmm. Do you think that’s what having kids is?”
“Having—” Asmo chokes on nothing in particular. “Huh? I’m too young to be a parent! That’s totally not the same thing.”
Beel doesn’t look convinced. “I’ll ask Lucifer.”
“That doesn’t count. He’s old.” He clears his throat and relaxes again. “...it’s a different thing. I don’t think there’s a name for it… I just think it means family.”
Beel smiles. “I think so, too.”
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wyvchard · 3 months ago
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Static and Radio Waves (Part Three): Yes, No, Maybe
Link to Part One and Part Two
There is a disadvantage of going undercover in familiar territory no one seems to talk about: Your Handler will know certain things about you that you'd rather keep private.
Small Note: Phoenix uses she/they in this fic. They are called "Fe" as a nickname.
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"Anak ng- That was so close! How dare you forget about that?!"
"Well, it seems like things are lively at the station today." My handler spoke up in my earpiece as I lingered outside the break room. "How about you go check it out?"
I shook my head slightly. I know what game they're playing and I don't want to participate. My voice is currently more scratchy than sandpaper and the game will lead to several rounds of yelling.
"Agent, I understand crowds may be intimidating but I believe you'd do well. Didn't you say in your correspondence that you knew some of the staff? I'm sure it will be a pleasant reunion."
The door opened and revealed a cat that clung to my leg. I picked her up without a word and held her in my arms as I walked inside.
"Lette! Oh, hey Fe. I got your text. Lost your voice, huh?"
I nodded at Terry with the most apologetic look I can muster before setting down Lette, who seemed more content to climb on my leg as I rummaged through my bag.
"That bribe won't work on me. Hey, everyone! Fe's back!"
The ones playing the game turned to look at me, causing me to carry the cat once again to cover my face.
The break room's comforting off-white walls were littered with photographs of some adventures over the years, candid images on how warm this place is. A table was left without its chairs as two were placed in the center of the room for the game.
Manny, my favorite sound tech, was fiddling with wires in the corner, giving me a wave before resuming his task. He's not going to help me out. That traitor.
Terry guided me to the crowd, mischief on her face as I was practically forced to sit on one of the chairs as soon as it was vacated. Lette followed to sit on my lap moments after.
My disapproval is clearly on my face as they practically buwwied me into accepting the role of the answerer.
"Agent, what game is this?"
A game of yelling. And questions. Mostly yelling.
"Alright! Here's the word." Terry gave me a grin as she showed me the word on a piece of paper before taping it onto my partner's hat. "Since you can't talk right now, hand gestures will be alright."
She's evil. Out of all the words you can make him guess, it's that one.
"I see the agency got another agent here. I don't think it would be difficult word to guess. Good luck, Agent. Wait. I don't think the word matches the category."
"Go!"
"Are they in the room with us?" Yes.
"Agent, how on earth is-"
"That removes quite a bit. So none of the directors... Female?" Another yes.
"Agent, I think that word is more appropriate to refer to food, don't you think?"
I ignored Reggie's confused mumblings as I gave a "maybe" to "can you see them where you're looking at?". She's on my lap, after all. I can kinda see her tail.
Laughter was ringing around us as he continued to drop names, with me giving a thumbs down to every single one.
"... Lette?" I gave a thumbs up, watching as indignation filled his eyes.
"Omelette!? SHE'S NOT PART OF THE SOUND CREW! SHE'S A CAT!"
"... Who would name a cat 'Omelette' of all things?" He sounded so resigned as the commotion of arguments echoed in the background. I paid no heed as I petted the cat with enthusiasm.
Me. I named her Omelette.
"I'll be honest, if I told you what I named my cat, you're going to look at me funny." I stifled a laugh as the memory came back with a vengeance when Reggie played a recording of an obscure interview I had in the early days of my career.
"I do wonder what she named her. Do you have any guesses?" He looked at me as we made our way back to headquarters after we lost Dr. Prism, right robot in the backseat of the van.
I shook my head, trying to keep a professional face as I recalled what exactly I named her. Best to keep my mouth shut.
"It could be something like Furniture Destroyer."
I fought back a snort as I focused on driving. She did ruin a chair or two.
Lette jumped from my lap to run to the door, prompting me to run after her to escape the chaos that is "Is Omelette considered an employee?".
"Agent, please be careful."
I gave him a nod as I made my way in the familiar halls that was filled with the plants I gave the program director or, as I would affectionately call him, Ninong.
"Fe, in my office." His deep voice made me pause in my tracks as I watched him carry Lette in his arms.
"Agent, did you do something?"
I gave a subtle shake as I made my way up to Ninong and put the back of his hand onto my forehead, causing him to raise a brow.
"God bless you as well. Lost your voice again, iha? What did I tell you about eating sweets and ruining your voice?"
I signed a polite apology while Lette came into my arms.
"I suppose I can deal well without you trying to quibble with my comments for a few minutes." He gave me a slight smile as we headed inside.
When we took our seats, his eyes shifted to something more severe.
"I'd reviewed your latest scripts. While I have to say your story is compelling, there are some things that stick out to me." He slid a folder that was marked with multiple sticky notes onto the table. "I have no problem with the antagonists. I find their personality to be... unforgettable. However, I may be reading too much into it but..." He opened it to the revelant pages. "Hazel eyes. Please don't tell me that this character is based off Mr. John Juniper."
I sighed, giving a noncomittal shrug that garnered him his own sigh.
"I know you didn't have a pleasant experience with him during that phone call but if this gets on the air, some people may catch on. The public's sensitive to these kinds of things at the moment. While I'm not asking you to scrap this, you should either change this part or make a new script entirely. And... Are you doing alright? I can't help but notice how your recent additions seem to be getting... dark lately."
"... Agent..."
I gave a weak thumbs up, only for both men to give me sounds of exasperation.
"Still reserved as always." Ninong shook his head as he handed me a different folder. "I still have no idea why I was chosen to be your godfather but I'll take it."
I looked inside and saw several contacts and a schedule planned for me.
"Since you did lose your voice, I'll be giving you a different task." He took back the sticky noted filled folder to focus on me. "Zoraxis Presents is currently having a difficult time lately. While I am sympathetic, I don't take kindly to them trying to poach our talents."
The glint in his eyes was enough to tell me what he wanted done. "Please get them to stop. They haven't stopped lately and I think a more direct approach is needed. Do you need me to assign someone to accompany you?"
"Wait. Zoraxis... Agent, you didn't tell me you know the station's PD."
I shook my head no, refusing to answer to any of my handler's comments.
"I suppose I can leave this matter to your hands. Don't do anything illegal. I am not dealing with any communication standards violations this time. Just rejecting them is enough."
The short meeting ended shortly after, with me holding the folder in my arm and a cat in the other.
"Agent, remember the mission. You're to find out about the identity of the radio host. Although I am inclined to believe that she's no threat to the agency. You need to establish contact."
"There's no need to, Mr. Crane. Please tell the agency our assignment will shift to the task the PD gave us. Maybe we'll find the remaining Zoraxis operatives that could lead us to Zor during this."
The pause was palpable, causing me to enter in one of the unoccupied store rooms to collect my thoughts.
"... Agent? Was that your voice?"
I gave him a nod, fighting the urge to cough since it will make my already sore throat worse.
The silence from his end was uncomfortable, leading me to enter the break room once again. Terry and the others were still playing the game, prompting me to sit beside Manny with ease.
"He gave you a different assignment, didn't he?" He didn't look at me to focus on the task he'd been doing. "I told you to pace yourself better."
"Sorry."
"Fe, you stubborn kid. So, who are you taking this time? Still deciding?"
I gave him a nod. The agency will not like what they've recently found out. However, as my pa always said "They didn't ask for details".
We'll cross the bridge when we get there. But for now, I'll enjoy this moment.
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In case anyone gets confused, the Program Director's raised brow is due to the fact Fe / Phoenix didn't say "mano po", which is a sign of showing respect.
The game Terry and the others are playing is a reference to an actual game. Not gonna say what. :33 But here's the rules as best as I can remember:
A category may be given or not. It depends on the agreement.
A timer will usually be given. Usually around 3 to 5 minutes.
There are two players: a guesser and an answerer. The guesser asks a question and the answerer can only answer "yes", "no", or "maybe / can be". Sometimes, there is a time deduction for any other words used. (Occasionally, the answerer may be replaced by a crowd.)
The team or person with the fastest possible time wins.
And yes, Phoenix did name the cat Omelette. Mostly because they picked Lette up in "the place with the best omelettes" and it was shortened to "Omelette cat" to "Omelette" until it changed to "Lette". It felt too weird to change it now.
Tag List:
@agent-calivide, the brain bees got to me. Again.
@sml8180, here's another addition to my radio host Phoenix.
@ellascreams, Now it's Phoenix awkwardly standing while their coworkers dig up some parts they don't want the agency to find out because it's embarrassing. XD
@phoenix-and-found-family, will Wy play the game with Flor? They know the rules quite well.
@the-one-and-only-043, I'm curious on what 043 will think about the cat's name. XD
@agentwraith, do you wanna play that game too?
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toppersjeep · 1 year ago
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Chapter 2- All For Love Charles Leclerc
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Elena’s POV
“Wake up” Daniel said. “No” I said throwing a blanket over my head. “I did make you coffee also isn’t your Netflix thing today” Daniel said. “Yeah probably” I said. “Thought we promised never again” he said. “Yeah we both said that and here we are” I said.
“We can’t keep doing this” he said sitting on the couch next to me. “Yeah I know” I said sitting up. “You know I love you but” he said looking at me. “But what” I said getting up and grabbing my pants. “I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay with this” Daniel said.
“The whole hooking up thing and staying friends” I said putting my clothes back on. “Yeah that I can’t do it anymore” Daniel said. “Okay” I said. “Elena sometimes it’s hard for me to look at you and this” he said I sat down beside him.
“This what Daniel” I said. “Elena I broke up with you because you wanted someone else I know you don’t wanna admit it” Daniel said. “Danny I didn’t say I did” I said looking at him. “You don’t think I see the way you look at him” Daniel said.
“You used to look at me that way and then all the sudden it was Charles” Daniel said. “Why are we having this conversation again” I said. “Elena I love you but I can’t keep this up you are just doing this because..you can’t have him” Daniel said. “I gotta go.. I’ll see you at the track” I said.
“Elena” Daniel tried to say but I was already out the door. And of course April was outside our apartment with George she just had this disgusted look on her face. “April” I said but she stormed off. “Bad move el” George said.
“I know George thanks” I said. “She’s really pissed off” George said. “Okay so is Daniel I can’t deal with this bull shit” I said.
I showered and changed and then headed to the track in Monaco. I parked by car by Charles. Who had just gotten out of his car.
“The Mercedes driver doesn’t own a Mercedes” Charles said with a funny face. “I own many cars Charles” I said. “But you chose to drive the mustang lord” Charles said I playfully pushed him. “Piss off” I said. “Ooo you are filming for Netflix today huh mon chéri” Charles said putting an arm around me.
“Yes now I gotta go or I’m gonna be late dummy” I said running away. “Your shoes untied by the way” he yelled. “Ugh” I said stopping to tie my shoe. Then I was greeted by Roscoe. “Look Roscoe your favorite” Lewis said. “Roscoe my buddy” I said hugging him. He gave me a big kiss.
“I missed you little buddy did you get more handsome” I said petting him. “He definitely did” Lewis said. “Okay I gotta run ros ill snuggle you later” I said.
I then went into the filming room and sat on the chair. A lot of people were staring at me.
(Blue bold will be DTS(Drive to Survive) Narration By El)
“Oh introduce myself” I said smiling at the camera. “Yes whenever you’re ready Elena” the producer said. “Hi I’m Elena Verstappen and I’m a car model” I said everyone laughed.
“Okay just kidding I’m Elena Verstappen and I drive for the Mercedes Amg formula one team” I said. “And well it’s pretty great” I said smiling.
“So can we ask about your relationship with Daniel Ricciardo” the producer asked. “Ahh Daniel I knew you guys wanted the gossip” I said. “Daniel and I dated for about 3 years” I said. “Uhh yeah and that’s that” I said. “The age gap didn’t bother you” they asked. “No it didn’t we were in love you know it sight matter what everyone else thought” I said. “Were in love” the producer asked.
“I’ll always love Daniel he was my first real love” I said. “And I’m thankful for the memories with him” i said. “But now I’m focused on becoming a world champion”I said with a smile.
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After filming I went out to find Charles. We were supposed to meet for lunch before everyone saw the new cars for this season.
“Lando have you seen Char” I asked walking over to him. “Yeah he’s over by the Ferrari paddock outside” Lando said. “Thank you Lando” I said running away. I went over to the Ferrari paddock. Charles was outside talking to Carlos.
“Ahh there she is” Charles said. “Hey losers” I said. “Loser oh please” Carlos said I hugged him. “Oh shush you missed me” I said he smiled. “Sure not like I saw you last night” Carlos said. “How’s your mom doing” Charles asked.
“Good she’s been feeling better” I said. “You’ll have to take me to see her when she’s feeling up to it” Charles said. “I will she misses you” I said. “So lunch then” Charles said. “Yes” I said.
Charles and I grabbed food and sat at a little picnic table. We caught up on a couple things while we waited. It was nice to have him to talk to. He was one of the few people here who actually treated me equally.
“So are you and Charlotte doing good” I said. He hesitated. “Ummm.. we broke up I ended it” Charles said. “Oh I’m sorry” I said. “It’s alright El it wasn’t working plus there’s” he said then stopped himself. “What char” I said.
“It doesn’t matter El” Charles said. “Oh it’s a secret then” I said. “Ummm you know I should be heading over to the paddock” Charles said. “Alright I’ll see you” I said he hugged me quickly.
“Mmmh see you later” Charles said. “That was interesting” Addie said. “What about it Addie” I said. “Do you not see the way he looks at you” Addie said. “He’s my best friend we’ve been best friends for years” I said.
“Friends sure keep telling yourself that.. you still wear that necklace he gave you years ago” Addie said. “It was a birthday present” I said. “Friends don’t give friends things like that” Addie said. “Addie” I said. “Shoot look at the time I gotta go deal with your brother” Addie said.
“What Lando” I said as he stared at me. “Oh ummm don’t know but she’s right” Lando said.
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ghostflowerhotpotch · 1 year ago
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I KNEW I WASN'T CRAZY
THERE ARE DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF THE MOVIE FLOATING AROUND.
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I NOTICE THIS AND I WASN'T SURE WHAT TO THINK.
Okay okay, I guess is time to give admit a couple of things; one of them is that as for now, I had watched this movie in theatres 5 times; and no it would not be all of them. I have no idea how much of the movie I had seen outside theatres because doing this analysis can make me watch a scene from three to ten times.
Another caveat to all of this is that I have ADHD, which means I can either miss something that was plainly on the screen because it wasn't too interesting to me, or, I would be picking on crap that no on else even thought about until I point it out but to me feels obvious.
Honestly one of the praises I have for this movie is being able to keep my attention for over two hours without me getting bored or restless; not to say every person with ADHD can't sit still watching movies, but for me personally is a challenge. I concentrate more on books.
I am getting sidetrack again, the thing is that I NOTICE THESE STUFF.
I watched the movie the day it came out, which meant I also watched the movie when the audio was a bit off. So I was expecting in sub sequence viewings to be different.
This may be just me, but in my first viewing I could had swore the presentation on the logos was different; they were fewer and there were more versions of Lord Miller's logos for what I recall.
There is also a difference when Lyla appears at first.
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I noticed The Spot's dialogue, the Hobie Bubble, and Ben's different dialogue, but at first I just thought "Huh? That looks/sounds different, oh I may just be mixing up stuff."
Remember what I mentioned about my memory? It's quite funny, I can remember exact quotes from books I obsessed over a decade ago; but if you put me a picture of a client from my workplace, and ask me if this person came yesterday or on Monday, I may legit not know.
Rule of thumb if that is I am hyperfixating on it chances I will remember things correctly, but I also didn't think there would legit be different versions of a movie, so it seemed more feasible that I just didn't remember it right.
I also have some audio processing issues and the movie is hard to hear on certain parts unless you have headphones; so I thought perhaps I just heard wrong and my mind filled the blanks.
Gwen's dialogue? Oh that was the part where I thought for a hot minute I lost it.
Last time I went to the theatres I realized Gwen's dialogue while looking for Miles was missing, which of course I caught on because I am obsessed with them; and I notice right away that was missing.
When I went to check on with my friends, they were surprised to hear me say that because they also remembered it.
I will let out on a little secret; the post of "Please No!"? The second reason I put that video on that post, was in case I was right about things changing.
I am not sure how this movie will be distributed, and if the different versions may had to do with the audio mixing issues; meaning the first version could get lost eventually once this movie is properly on screening.
So, I got the video, uploaded on the post and linked to the original; because in case I am right and Gwen's dialogue gets cuts on that moment, I have proof that no, it was like that at one point, or in one version.
Sorry for the incredibly long ramble, I will come with an analysis soon. But I needed to share this here because 1) I am not crazy, and 2) If I discover parts of my analysis don't match the final version, well, I have proof that I wasn't making stuff up.
Thanks for reading!
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shiocreator · 6 months ago
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So the artwork I'm using for this was made awhile ago, but it helps the visuals to me, i wrote the thing within May for @mettatonmay NBVJBNVJ
So uh, day 22 chainsaw and maybe day 23 secret (secret ingrediants, human souls)
This is my au and me just scribbling words to have my oc Scarlette interact with Mettaton, i went based off memory so not entirely accurate to the game or game dialogue but! It quickly devolves into chaos so like. Yeah
Also idk if like. Pushing a chainsaw away would be safe But this is fantasy unrealistic and funny to me 👍
Writing under read more, forced into an ao3 link cuz tumblrs a coward and wont let me post the whole thing i cry, but the secret and chainsaw parts are in there
Im sorry about scarlette being a menace in advance, i like their dynamic being banterful and full of disdain for each other in this particular scene bnvvjghhg
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- She makes her way over to place the items on the other counter (incredibly awkwardly but we'll ignore that too), Illu pacing on the other side of the electric jail. Scarlette really is on her own right now huh... Mettaton, mic in hand, "PERFECT! GREAT JOB, BEAUTIFUL!" (Oh no, her weakness, insincere words of encouragement, twice over! Successfully can't speak for 5 seconds.) "WE'VE GOT ALL THE INGREDIENTS WE NEED TO BAKE A CAKE!-" "W-Wait-" Interrupted he turns to look at her. "WHAT" "Isn't there like. Normally there's. Other. Stuff. Flour. At least. What kind of recipe are you even using..." "OH MY! WELL, YOU'RE RIGHT!" She REALLY does not like how he's GONE ALONG WITH HER that is NOT a good sign??? "THERE IS ONE SECRET INGREDIENT THAT IS VERY IMPORTANT!" Mettaton pulls out a chainsaw. "A HUMAN SOUL!!!!" Scarlette chokes, morbidly amused and mildly terrified at this outcome, "I??
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