#minor familly feels

[lu-sn]

niche postcanon au where macau decides he's going to learn how to surf

he's a beast at skateboarding already, right, and one of his friends drags him to a surfboard competition as a spectator and of course this boy is like "that looks sick and i could totally do that, it can't be that different from skateboarding"

so summer break comes around, and macau realizes that the best time to catch waves and not be interrupted by peasants is at like. five am. so he recruits pete to bully him out of bed and into the car every morning at the crack of dawn, and pete drives him to the coast while macau alternates between snoring ungracefully and gazing out the window at the pinkening sky.

pete sits in the sand with all of their stuff and watches macau eat shit again and again and again as the sun rises and colors the water a beautiful translucent purple-blue. sometimes he naps on the cool sand, sometimes he fucks around on his phone, sometimes he listens to music while peering out across the ocean at the tiny dot that is macau in the distance, patiently waiting for his next wave.

he snickers as the veteran surfers on this particular stretch of beach, thoroughly entertained by macau's bullheaded drive, take him under their wing and start teaching him the finer points that he's missed out on. which waves are easiest to catch and practice on, and which waves he can ride for longer once he's got his footing. how to go from lying prone to standing without overbalancing, how to make the board act as an extension of himself (this comes easier than the rest), how to dismount (kid, you really don't need to belly flop every time, even though you clearly get a kick out of it).

pete always wades into the shallows once the sun has fully risen and the water has warmed up a bit, takes like twenty videos of macau for him to pore over on the drive back. and every time he does this, he can see the clear improvement. macau is getting better and better.

in the beginning, vegas wants nothing to do with this (four am??? like hell, pete. macau can suffer all by himself). but his curiosity gets the better of him, and also when he whines about pete leaving for the tenth time in one morning, pete tells him to stop being a baby and just come along. so vegas comes too, occasionally, when he has nothing better to do - brings a book along, or dozes off beside pete. and as they watch the sun rise together, day after day, pete thinks he could never get tired of this.

at the end of the summer, macau enters an amateur surfing competition, and pete and vegas stand on the beach and happily make snide peanut gallery comments about all of the other competitors (that kid's form is terrible, that other kid needs way more core strength before he's going to be any good, etc, etc). they cheer obnoxiously loudly for macau. and macau doesn't win anything, but he comes back to them and he looks windswept and sunburnt and absolutely delighted. vegas ruffles his hair and macau takes that as an invitation to tackle vegas to the ground, still soaking wet. pete laughs, takes a billion pictures of them wrestling on the sand, and doesn't move to help either of them in the slightest.

[gyllenhaalstories]

DON'T LET THE GRINCH STEAL CHRISTMAS — TOMMY CAHILL 🎄

summary: not even a christmas miracle can save a familly dinner with the cahills from turning into a debacle.

warnings: i'm quoting a scene from the movie but i'm taking creative liberties, food & eating, curse words, family feud, smut (quickie, semi public sex, pussy eating & fingering). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2440

photo credits: me (@/gyllenhaalstories) / divider credits: @/saradika & @/saradika-graphics

notes: ending a second year with a tommy fic just felt right. ❤️💚 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"This food is great, Elsie. Thank you." Tommy broke the awkward silence that loomed over the dinner table. Despite the smaller plate full of discarded peas in front of him, he still enjoyed the homemade dinner offered to him.

You opened your mouth to thank the older woman, too, for being such a lovely host but you were cut off by a wave of arrogance and bitterness that washed over your side of the table.

"Compared to what?" Hank Cahill huffed mockingly.

You helped Tommy's youngest niece and silently prayed that this would not degenerate for the sake of the kids. But of course it would. It was not a proper dinner at the Cahills if it did not end up in a screaming match. "Let it go." You leaned closer to your boyfriend to whisper those words, but your attempt at calming him down was, rightfully, vain.

Tommy dropped his fork on his plate and threw his hands up, shrugging. "Other food." He sounded defeated, knowing he already lost the fight that had barely started.

"Prison food?" His father retorted.

Tommy was a ticking time bomb around his family. Again, rightfully so. Hank just loved to handle his oldest son like a grenade, throwing him in a ditch once he started the explosion so he would not have to take the blame for the collateral damage. Tommy slammed his closed fist on the table.

"Tommy!" Sam called out his name, so quick to protect his father.

And, just as quickly, Tommy shut up. He reached his arm in front of you so he could reach to the other side, trying to reassure Maggie.

You could feel that he was fuming and he tried to hold it in so things would settle down. Instead, Hank mumbled into his plate and ate a spoonful of green peas.

Unable to handle the tension, Tommy promptly sprang to his feet and walked away to hide in the bathroom.

Nobody ever stood up for Tommy. Elsie would excuse herself to the kitchen. Grace would focus on her daughters. Sam would watch with his mind lost elsewhere and, mostly, without a care for the way his father treated his brother. Nobody truly ever ever stood up for Tommy except you. If Hank took a certain malevolent delight in being mean to his son, you took just as much pleasure in calling him out for it.

You stood up just as promptly as Tommy did and threw your napkin on the table. "With all due respect, mister Cahill..."

That sentence always succeeded in putting an angry smirk on the elderly man's face. He knew you had little to no respect for him, which was exactly what he deserved.

You looked at Maggie and Isabelle, bringing your hands to your ears so they would imitate you. They giggled as they pretended to hum a little sing-song to cover up the sound of your potty mouth. "You have no room to talk as the poor excuse of a father that you are." You took advantage of the fact Tommy was out of the room to lay the truth before his father. He would not allow it otherwise. "Tommy appreciates the hard work your wife did to prepare us a lovely Christmas dinner more than you ever could. He sure as hell didn't learn thankfulness from you and you should be glad he didn't learn how to be an asshole like you 'cause that's all you know how to teach."

Isabelle and Maggie uncovered their ears and resumed to eating and talking to each other. It broke your heart a to witness just how used they had gotten to this dysfunctional family.

You pushed your chair behind you and walked around the table. You stood by the head of it and, on the other side, there was Sam standing up and looking at you with a hint of disdain, but mostly surprise. Even he could not stand up to Hank in such a way. All the bravery and courage and praise about how he was so strong for serving his country so proudly turned into dust when it came to facing a bad guy such as his father. You held his gaze for a few seconds before you huffed, in the same manner as Hank did earlier. "So much for being a hero." You looked at both Sam and Hank one last time before you made a beeline to the bathroom.

*~*~*

You closed the door behind you and took a moment to assess the scene.

Tommy was pacing back and forth in the small bathroom. He looked tense but his demeanour softened when he locked eyes with you. He shrugged, silently apologizing.

"They'll be fine." You reassured him, easily guessing that he worried about his nieces. "You'll be fine too." Your hand reached to his cheek that you stroked lovingly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Tommy nodded, pressing his lips together. He kissed your forehead and lingered, as if he was charging his batteries up and as if they were fuelled by the sweet scent of your perfume and the warmth that emanated from you and comforted him effortlessly. "It's just that—"

You shushed him with a peck on his lips. "Let's forget about it for now, alright?" You were met with a frown and a quizzical gaze. "They're gonna keep on being annoying. They're your family, it's what they do best." He agreed with a shrug. "Your father has already ruined so many things for you. Don't let that angry old man ruin Christmas."

You heard a faint chuckle coming from Tommy. "Like the Grinch?"

You laughed along with him. "Exactly like the Grinch."

He leaned forward for a kiss. He inhaled your scent again and further calmed down. He pulled back with a grin on his face. "I thought it was good that I talked about my feelings?"

"It is!" You defended yourself quickly. It was something you put a lot of emphasis on, to help Tommy better himself like he wanted. All that pent-up anger would lead nowhere if he followed the example of his brother and father. "I'm proud of you for working on that and talking about how you feel with me. You're doing so good at talking."

He mouthed the words 'thank you' but he frowned again while you caressed his arms up and down, the sleeves of his shirt awkwardly following your movements. It took a few seconds, but he caught on. "Let me guess..."

"Enough talking for now." You moved in closer and whispered at his ear. His family made enough noise to cover whatever sounds the two of you could make. You both knew it, it was not the first time you sneaked away from them. "But..." He squinted at you. "It's not a crime to find your boyfriend hot when he's lashing out at other people, right?"

He shook his head, telling you that it was not a crime either for him to think what you did earlier was even hotter. "Yeah, enough talking for now." Tommy smirked and pressed a kiss on your lips, a kiss that got deep and rough in no time. The mood shift was very much welcome.

Your hands caressed their way up to the collar of his shirt, clinging onto it. You kept making out, only taking quick breaks to catch your breath.

Meanwhile, Tommy's hands moved down to your ass and gave it a hard squeeze. He guided you towards the vanity so you could lean on the counter, not once did his lips leave yours. Instead, his tongue invaded your mouth and he swallowed your moans.

You held his face in your hands for a moment or two, enjoying the kiss to the fullest before you moved on to something else.

He pulled his head back when he felt your hand now in his short hair. Tommy smirked and, without any resistance, he let you push down on him until he got on his knees.

"You look so pretty down there." You murmured.

You thought he was too distracted to hear you by the way he hungrily peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs, but the words you spoke sent a wave of pleasure down to his cock. That's not what he wanted to focus on right now.

The main focus was you and the soft whimpers you let out when he kissed your pussy over your panties. You were glad Tommy convinced you to wear a skirt for Christmas dinner.

He grunted, displeased by how his brain reminded he did not have the luxury to take his time. He pushed your panties to the side and held the fabric out of the way with his thumb as the rest of his hand pushed your leg open for him. He buried his tongue between your folds and let out a moan louder than yours.

You covered your mouth with one hand and bunched your skirt up with the other.

Tommy’s tongue lapped at your pussy, closing his eyes blissfully at the taste of you.

You started to move your hips, disregarding the uncomfortable counter that rubbed against your ass. You humped Tommy’s face and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his nose bumped on your clit, and as his tongue teased your entrance.

With his spit and your wetness, it was like your body was begging for him to fuck you. You had to wait for that, and he was already getting impatient. He pushed his middle finger inside of you and sucked on your clit, that was as close as he would get to feeling you wrapped around him.

Luckily for you, the Christmas music coming from the living room kept your activities safe between Tommy and you. There was no way your moans, and Tommy’s, could be heard.

But, to be even more careful, Tommy’s hand on your thigh gave it a squeeze. He flicked his tongue on your clit just how you liked it, pumping his finger in and out of you quite fast.

You abandoned your skirt to put your hand on his head and hold him in place. It was the most subtle way you could think of telling him that he felt so fucking good.

And he knew it. He pulled away for a short moment, just long enough to catch his breath and to give you one of his cocky smirks. His beard was glistening, his lips were wet and his eyes were dark with lust.

You barely had enough time to admire this beautiful sight that he was back at it. His beard burned on your sensitive skin, but, in the heat of the moment, it felt too good to stop. He was making your head fall back in pleasure as you felt the familiar tension of your orgasm approach.

Tommy's finger curled up inside you, finding that sweet spot that made you whimper. His tongue met with your clit and this time, he was not stopping. He was not stopping even if you tried so had to close your legs around him. He was not stopping even if you tried to control the pace with your hand on his head. He wanted, and needed, you to cum and he knew just how much you needed it too.

"Oh, fuck!" You moaned out, immediately biting on your finger to prevent another slip up. You wanted to tell him so badly how close you were, but it was pointless.

He already knew. He sucked on your clit and pumped his middle finger in your wet pussy a few more times until he felt your walls clench tight around him. Tommy fought against your body, just carrying you over the edge until he was convinced you could no longer take it.

Your vision was blurry aside from the little stars that were spinning around Tommy's head when you looked down. You forgot how to breathe, how to move even, until Tommy slowly slid his finger out of you and let you come back to your senses.

The sloppy kiss you shared after that was heavenly. You could taste yourself on his lips and his tongue, and it only got the two of you even more eager for what would happen the second you were left actually alone.

Tommy adjusted your panties back in their place and flattened your skirt, or, well, he tried to. You looked rough and so did he with his face shiny from your wetness.

You kissed him again, quickly, before you turned the faucet on and helped him wash himself clean as best as you could get it. While the water was running, you moved closer to his ear and asked a rather important question. "So, what's the escape plan?"

Tommy's eyes widened. Right. You guys needed a plan. It was not the first time you sneaked away like that, but he always forgot how awkward it could be. "Can you fake a tummy ache?"

"You're so clever." You chuckled and patted his face dry with a tissues.

The two of you took deep breaths and tried to darken your expression, although it was hard to shake off the pure pleasure you had experienced.

They were surprisingly gullible and believed in your lame excuse, at the exception of Maggie who whispered to her sister that you were one of Santa's elves and uncle Tommy had to drive you to the toy factory. They were so caught up in their conspiracy theory that they barely let you out without a hug, but they rushed to the front door for a kiss goodbye.

Hank looked at his son disapprovingly, Elsie promised to save slices of pie and cake to be picked up when you felt better. Grace smiled and focused her attention back on her kids and her husband.

You got out of there as if nothing happened. As if there had not been a huge fight, as if that same fight had not been resolved by Tommy devouring your pussy like it was his last meal.

A last meal that needed to be followed by dessert, Tommy's hand that was on your thigh while he drove his truck home reminded you of the rest of your evening plans. You watched him drive and you played the game of whether he could be patient enough to wait for you two to be home or if he would give up halfway and take you in the back of his pick-up.

Judging by the way Tommy was smiling and beaming, one thing was for sure: the Grinch was not successful in stealing Christmas this year.

[dreamydelulu]

Yoon Jiwon

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Name: Yoon Jiwon

Stage name: Jiwon

Position: maknae, vocalist

Birthday: november 11, 2003

Zodiac sign: scorpio

Height: 1,64 cm

Weight: 54 kg

Waist: 65 cm

Mbti: infp

Representative animal: 🐼

Unit: vocalracha

He debuted with 15 years old

Aditional characteristics:

He has small hands

Big doe eyes

Cheek dimples

Small waist

In appearance he is simillar to Woozi from seventeen and Jungwon from enhypen

Personality:

He’s a very shy and introvert person when first meeting him. Yet he can be very polite, kind and sweet.

He tends to gets flustered and embarrassed easily(tending to hide his face on his small hands), and this leads onto cute and funny moments, the members can’t help it but finds endearing.

Jiwon is a easy teasing targeting, always falling for it whenever his members does it.

He can be very clumsy, specially when he’s nervous or feels pressured.

Cooking is one of his favorite hobbies, he loves cooking for familly and friends and trying new recipes, being really good at it.

He can have also his moments of sassines, usually unintentionally, but when he realizes it, he quickly apologizes if he feels he overstepped it.

Highly empathetic and sensitive, he’s one of the best members when it comes to comfort the others in difficult moments.

He loves hugs and cuddles.

Very expressive and he’s not afraid to show his emotions openly.

Known for his gentle and kind nature, always willing to help the others.

Fashion sense: he prefers soft, cute, oversized comfy clothing, often with a slight of effeminate touch.

Jiwon is forgiving, not liking to hold grudges and deeply cares about the others.

As a vocalist, he has a captivating, angelic voice, capable to reach high ranges(being almost similar to Woozi and Jimin).

Jiwon deals with social anxiety, worrying about being a burden or disleked by the others, always concerned about what they think of him.

His group feels protective over him, due his innocent nature.

Jiwon often apologizes over minors things and struggles to say no.

He’s also a scared cat.

When he’s comfortable he feels free to be himself, and less reserced.

Fun facts

He’s Yoon Jeonghan(from svt) younger brother

His favorite color is yellow

[judas-isariot]

Minor spoiler:

Everybody talk about how Rauru and Sonia just find a girl in the middle of nowhere and adopted her on the spot.

But no one talk about Zelda meeting them and being like "Oh, so this is how having a familly feel like !"

[athenacodes]

Semi-Literate/Advanced Roleplaying Guide and Application Outlines

Please keep in mind this was originally written in 2015, and is being moved as is from Caution as it closes. That said, feel free to read it below.

This is my first guide so please take everything with a grain of salt because I may not be the very best at this but I'm going to share with you how I personally go about amplifying my replies and making them into better replies than what I used to. I'm going to also add now that I have been roleplaying for over ten years and so my experience is what has shaped me into being able to give the length of replies I give now. Depending on what I am given, I usually add at least two paragraphs to what I received and aim for at least one thousand words.

Now! What is a semi-literate or advanced literate roleplayer classified as? For me, I use the paragraph rule. Semi-Literate is a roleplayer that can generate anywhere between one paragraph to four paragraphs at most on average. Sure, we all have our good days. However, really look at your writing. Is it usually between one and four? Then this would be you. This is also generally where most people are on the spectrum and it is a very good place to be. You don't ooh and aah at the advanced while also not looking down at the beginners. There is usually good quality here as well as quantity, but is not as intense as advanced literate. Which brings us to the next type of roleplayer we'll be referring to in this post, advanced or literate. This is the type of roleplayer who will give out novel-length posts, which are four paragraphs minimum for the most part, every time. They don't even break a sweat about it or need to word count on sites that call for that. Advanced roleplayers are often expected to provide a great amount of quantity as well as quality, so there can be an amount of pressure here. If this is you, you probably don't need my guide because you're A++. Go on with your bad self, Boo Boo, I have nothing left to teach you.

However, for those of you who are NOT Advanced? Maybe even a beginner? It's all gravy, I am here to help. I'm going to start off with designing a character.

For Beginners I typically will not advise a free form app without an outline. This is mostly because most people I have seen at this stage using one make an application seem incredibly bland and straight to the point without any fluff and fluff can be a huge thing. NOTICE: FLUFF IS NOT FILLING A PARAGRAPH WITH NONSENSE OR GOING OFF ON A TANGENT. Fluff can be minor details and minor details mean everything with characters just as much so with people. So, go through a list as if you were making a reply, it will usually end up with a lot more information and seem a lot less forced. Here is a link to Shadia's guide on this (from Caution, now defunct) but, just in case, I'm also going to provide my own guideline that I personally use with a few minor changes for each character on category and change of details per character.

TEN IMPORTANT FACTS

I typically add a few lines of lyrics here to make it look good because I like music to explain my characters but you can delete this

An example of this is:

Let's put me and you in an empty room and see who wins Let's talk about what you did to get here Let's talk about blood and sweat and tears Let's talk about what you wanna be, girl, and who I've always been

NAME- Character's FULL Name NICKNAMES- Nicknames listed here AGE- Current age BIRTHDAY- When were they born? GROUP- For the site you're joining TALENT- Everyone is good at something and right now let's focus on the good, weaknesses will come later. SEXUALITY- Answer HOMETOWN- You have to come from somewhere. DO NOT ANSWER ANYTHING REFERRING TO THEIR MOTHER. RELATIONS- Name only immediate familly (mother, father, siblings) OCCUPATION- People have to work. If your character is a student, put that.

NINE DEFINITIONS OF HIM/HERSELF

I typically add a few lines of lyrics here to make it look good because I like music to explain my characters but you can delete this

Here is an example of how I do this: SENSIBLE. sen·si·ble; (ˈsensəb(ə)l/); adjective possessing or displaying prudence. synonyms: practical, realistic, responsible, reasonable, commonsensical, rational, logical, sound, balanced, grounded, sober, no-nonsense, pragmatic, levelheaded, thoughtful, down-to-earth, wise, prudent, judicious, sagacious, shrewd.

However, an alternative way would be: WORD Explanation of how this word describes them goes here.

EIGHT RUMORS YOU MAY HAVE HEARD or EIGHT SONGS THEY LISTEN TO ON REPEAT

I typically add a few lines of lyrics here to make it look good because I like music to explain my characters but you can delete this

For the first, I answer: "RUMOR GOES HERE." [IS IT TRUE? ANSWER HERE] - explanation.

For the second, here's an example of how I do this: COOL KIDS. She sees them walking in a straight line, that's not really her style. / And they all got the same heartbeat, but hers is falling behind. / Nothing in this world could ever bring them down. / Yeah, they're invincible, and she's just in the background.

And yes, I do link to the song on youtube. I do this so people can really feel the character's playlist, in case they don't know certain songs. Linking to lyrics is a good idea too.

But yeah, you get the point. Here's some examples for all of the categories:

Important Facts Favorite Things Songs On Repeat Definitions Things At The Back Of Their Mind Things They're Good At Things They're Not Good At Problems In Their Life Important Conversations Things They Know That Others Don't Somethings You Should Know Things They're Aren't Things They Are Things Their Parents Can Never Find Things They Keep In A Locked Box Under Their Bed Things They'll Never Admit Important Moments/Favorite Memories Important Conversations Things They'll Never Forget (I use this for HP sites and list the acceptance letter honestly) Fears Regrets Letters They'll Never Send

You can ultimately change up the categories as you see fit or make up your own but again, having an outline really helps when you're trying to make a more advanced and in depth application and you aren't quite there yet. I usually use this when I'm trying to get the app up in less than 24 hours.

I also use this because it takes less time and it gives enough detail. Seriously, reply to each one as if you were replying to a roleplay if you are a beginner. Make it a full, detailed, to the point paragraph per answer.

Now, after you've been accepted, I am a huge supporter of developers. Think about it: what's your characters favorite color? Favorite food? Favorite family member? Favorite ice cream flavor? What makes them tick? What's their least favorite? What's their pet peeves? Tea or coffee? Pepsi or coke? Having these details outlined, especially where you can go back and check, is amazing. In your head, think about current issues. Would your character be okay with abortion? Would they be religious? I promise, thinking these things through can really help your character come to life.

Now that you know your character, let's go on to plotting. With this, don't be the person that makes everyone come to them. Plotting is fifty-fifty, Babes. You go half way, they go half way. Even if you don't really know a plot to throw at them, explain what you think the two characters would agree on and what they would disagree on. Say what you think! Seriously, no one can come up with plots all the time but just knowing the dynamic between the two can help in a thread.

REPLYING This is it, you guys. This is the big one. Pretend I'm inserting a full knuckle crack for this because I might just need it. Let me tell you something to begin with: SIMPLE WORDS DO NOT MAKE YOU SOUND STUPID. They don't. Using big words incorrectly? Now you sound stupid. You're trying too hard and need to stop.

Next thing, stop trying so hard. You don't need to describe every little detail of their outfit and their body language. Yes, doing this is nice. But don't be the person that says (and I'm actually describing a Halloween costume I can see in my room currently for a nerd so sorry) "she was wearing red six-inch platform heels with white knee-socks to match the white button up blouse that was partially unbuttoned and a red school girl skirt with black and grey plaid patterns and pleats to add to the illusion" blah blah blah. Okay. I get it. She's dressed like a school girl. A better way to say this would be how it played out (also an actual memory from Halloween): "She hadn't been walking around the house but maybe ten minutes when her feet were already hurting. She sat on top of the wood dining table, slipping the red platforms off and wiggling her toes, encased in the fabric of her white knee highs. She was still insecure in her costume choice, the wood cold against her upper thighs, unusually bare in the plaid and pleated skirt she had donned for the occasion." See how it sounds different? Describe the clothes if you want in a way that's livable, not forced.

Also when replying, ALWAYS think about their personality. I have a character I typically name Alice who is the mothering type. Because of this, she of course is going to love children and help clean the wounds of her friends. Don't say your character is mothering and then not have them try to take care of their loved ones. Alice is the type of girl who shows up with a fresh baked cake because your ex left and eats a gallon of ice cream while watching The Notebook. She isn't going to recommend going and kicking the guy's ass.

The next thing is details. A long time ago I had the issue of never knowing what to add in. To combat this, here's what I do: focus on the senses. Seriously! Especially when you're posting first. Set up the scenery. Let's say they're walking down a busy city street in July:

Sight: A little past noon, the sun was high in the sky on that bright afternoon. Alice had to shield her eyes from the rays beating down on her, hurriedly digging out sunglasses to ward off the sunlight. Having just come out of her dimly lit apartment building, her eyes were sensitive to the light and it almost hurt to look just a foot in front of her.

Hearing: The traffic was atrocious, as Alice could tell by the loud groans of stopped Taxi drivers and the honking nearby.

Taste: Popping a fresh stick of gum into her mouth as she adjusted her headphones with one hand, the sudden taste of cinnamon against what had been the old taste of her toothpaste caused her mouth to water.

Smell: Waves of smell came with every other block, a hot dog vendor here or a side cafe over there filling her nose with thick hints of relish and coffee. You'd think the smell would be atrocious, but for her it smelled a lot like being home.

Touch: The air was humid and almost sticky, making the brisk pace Alice was walking induce a slight sweat on her forehead, but not enough to be noticeable by others. She noticed it, though, when the breeze caused the moisture to chill against her skin.

By adding in these details, the scene is entirely set within a few paragraphs: She's just now leaving her home on a bright afternoon in a busy city. She's walking a few blocks in a kinda rushed manner to an undisclosed location while wearing headphones that aren't playing music and chewing gum. This is her home so she's used to it.

See the difference?

Now, another thing to think of is your characters thoughts and body language. Do they bite their lip when they're confused? Do they pick at their nails when they're nervous? Add that! Everyone has quirks and characters shouldn't be any different.

Once you have all of that figured out, your reply can easily go from one paragraph to four and with experience four paragraphs to more. It's all in how you reply. If you give one para, you're probably going to get it back. In the roleplay world, it's usually the case of what you give is what you get. You want a better quality roleplay? You have to be a better roleplayer. Everything is up to you in this crazy writing world of ours, so make it exactly what you want it to be.

If you're reading this, you probably want to be a better writer. That's the first step, and I am so grateful you are here. The next is to apply your time and effort into adding not only quantity but quality. That's what's more important. Just remember - challenge yourself! I promise you won't be disappointed.

Lastly: I'd really like to emphasize that roleplaying has the word play in it for a reason. If you are giving forced replies, people can tell. If you aren't feeling the thread, just say so. Honestly, any roleplayer needs to understand that sometimes muse is just gone. Sometimes you just aren't feeling that particular character or plot with yours. Explain yourself nicely if they ask, deem it dead, and move on. It's okay, and anyone who says it isn't you don't need to be writing with anyway. We're a community, and we should be acting like one. Anyone who doesn't is negative and you don't need negativity in your life.

Oh and for those of you reading this guide and thinking I left something out: Please do not even hesitate to respond no matter how much you end up writing. Post whatever else you think people should know, I'm down with that. Everyone throwing in to help other is a wonderful thing. The whole reason I even wrote this was to help others, so there is no issue on my part about taking over my post. Post a whole new guide here if you want, that's fine. It will save space on the board as well as make it easier for people to find all of the tips of the trade.

Good luck on all of your roleplaying endeavors!

[1917-ao3feed]

Not even the gods above [can separate the two of us]

by Cherry_trii

Blake struggles with coming into terms of everything that it's happening at war. He misses his familly, he has nightmares of everything he's seeing and doesn't know what do to with his feelings. Luckily, Schofield's cot always seems to have room for him.

Words: 2764, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 1917 (Movie 2019)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tom Blake, William Schofield, Background & Cameo Characters

Relationships: Tom Blake/William Schofield

Additional Tags: Late Night Conversations, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Men Crying, Minor Character Death, Nightmares, Feelings Realization, First Kiss, Fluff without Plot

[mihwee]

A Crazy Bitch

Fem!reader x Og!Penelope

Fandoms; Death is the only ending for the villainess

Sys; penelope groans, feeling her irritating headache come back once more. she wants to find someone, her friend. Her one and only friend in this goddamned duchy that was only visiting for a week. You, a princess of another but quite powerful Kingdom, and...someone like you? The ill mannered wench is friends with the crazy bitch of the eckharts? Seriously, some people coudnt help but wonder whats your relationship with eachother.

Tags; fluff, comfort, WLW YAAAHHH, proper representation, first love, penelope my love

WARNINGS; Cursing

Settings; Midnight, Guest room

Authors note; YAHHHH PENELOPE MY GIRLLL, nayways yeah check req list (pinned) if u need something, i also have a waiting list! Theres alot waiting to be written rn :D im gnna write reynold sucking pp next but im too lazy AGHH , just... just enjoy pls and req more unholy blood fics

Note; Reader in this fic is she/her!!

MINORS ARE ALLOWED TO READ THIS POST, MINORS UNDER 14 DO NOT CHECK OTHER POSTS!

"penelope?" You raised a brow, looking at her tightly shut eyes. "Y/n." She spoke, you gently smiled, crossing your legs as you make yourself comfortable under the soft plush of the luxurious sofa. "Is there a problem?" You replied back.

"Seriously?" She gritted her teeth, "my head hurts." She sucked the air up, her messy pink hair framing her face perfectly. As you stared with concern, penelope threw the expensive cape on the opposite seat, and sat her body on the same seat you were sitting on.

"Did that pink hair boy nag you out again?" You scoffed, you looked at her as she rambled about how shitty this whole place is. about derrick, reynold, or what so ever. you caressed her hair, fixing anything strangled. But overall, penelope was just a lonely child.

Being reincarnated here wasnt your choice, you werent even any of the main cast taking part in love project. But at least, lets hope this girl doesnt die. So you took up the courage and laughed, if im not one of the main cast. Why not just be with one of them?

being ridiculed and shamed for just not being the blood related child of the duchy is too much, even for penelope. And they wonder why she acts this way.

Penelope scrunched her brows, feeling a lump stuck in her throath. Recently, the assholes in this place have decided to fed her rotten food. And ofcourse, she threw the table making a huge fit and scolding the maid for doing such things, its just reasonable.

"Why dont i tell your father about it? Im sure he'll listen to me." You requested, but she groaned in response, "-dont, he'll make everything worse. As if he even pays attention to me." Penelope muttered. For the first, penelope felt comfortable ranting about things with someone. With, a friend.

She layed her head on the head of the sofa. trying not to burst into tears all of the sudden. "Just let me rest here." Spoke penelope. You stood quiet for awhile.

"Penelope." You finally said, with a closed smile. Your hand reached out to hers slowly. "Thank you" you closed your eyes. Penelope tilted her head slightly. "?"

"For trusting me, you know? I believe in you." Penelope raised an eyebrow. All you did was listen to her, but i guess this was a different day. "I know it must be hard, getting accused of something you didnt do just because your brothers dislike you."

"But in the end, they failed to notice how you became this way" penelope snickered. "...became like what?"

"A bitch." You replied back, smilling. As she rolled her eyes, she squeezed your hand tighter.

"So when the original daughter of this house comes back,"

"Go to me." You replied, looking at the luxurious ceilling. "If all their lives they cant accept and teach you, and me. Who only arrived a few months ago became your friend—whats the use? Of trying so hard to reconnect with your fake familly when they dont even try themselves?

"....sometimes. People who recently just arrived in your life are better than people who stayed with you for years"

She looked at you, quietly. "...you really like complimenting youreself huh."

"Im glad you noticed"

"Yeah, cause i know its true." She replied back.

for a moment, you and penelope stayed there. Without letting go of eachothers hand. She hopes you woudnt get dissapointed of her,

Her one and only "Friend"

[the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond]

Echo x Oc

Me??? Writting something?? NO WAY!

... Dunno I was just inspirited by my hyperfixation on The Clone Wars/ The Bad Batch and wanted to write something with Echo and Ishanti. It’s the first time that I have make content for them so please stay polite. (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

SO. I’m not an English language native but I’m doing the best I can. Any suggestions, tips, constructive critism are welcomed.

I get inspired by this prompt but I just get lost on showing just Echo internal conflict, simming the relationship of Echo&Ishanti, and some fluffy chaotic familly moment.

You can read my mumbling below the cut:

Ishanti is a human female, born in 45 BBY on Nar Shaddaa. Her mother was a barmaid and her father a bounty hunter, who died during her early childhood. She had to fast learning how to fight in order to survive. She later worked as mercenary. Eventually, the Clone Wars began, and she directly sign up for the Republic – a good way to flee her homeworld. She goes through a training to see her abilities, adapting to follow order and working with comrade. Then she had been added to the 501st legion, assigned on the same bunker bed than Teleri [another of my oc, ex guard of Coruscant] and Echo/Fives. The four of them getting close friends very fast. She started to develop feelings for the kind Echo, but didn’t act before the Citadel. When they got him rescued near the end of the war, she had been assigned with the Bad Batch experimentally.) It has been some month now since they used Cid’s cantina as ‘headquarter’.

The team had successfully returned from their last major mission, and the credits had flowed in. For the first time in who knows when, the team decided to take some time off. Since then, Echo had been using this time to refocus on himself, something he hadn't been able to do since coming out of stasis on Skako Minor. He stayed away from the others, trying to gather his thoughts.

 The clone stood as usual, leaning against a wall near a corner of the cantina. The background music, along with the soft light and the fact that it was almost deserted made the atmosphere acceptable to him. He was tense and had never liked crowded places. The quietness was very soothing to him.

So there he was, with a glass in his hand, sipping on his past and thinking about how much he hated his current condition... A nearby noise suddenly pulled him out of his thoughts. Ishanti placed a large plate on the table next to Echo, two glasses filled with dark liquid, and sat down on a stool. She held out her hand to invite him to join her. He must have looked incredulous, because the human was quick to explain:

"I'm sorry, I suspect that you need to be a little quiet, but it's been several days that you stay in your corner, it was necessary that I come to bother you a little!"

The man blinked, and his tension eased. Hunter had probably sent him to check on her. He knew his feelings for her, and that probably only she could break his current shell. He enjoyed the company of the young woman, it did not bother him... on the contrary. He felt a gentle warmth spread through his chest as she handed him some cutlery with a big smile.

"We cooked it with Tech." She replied. "I hope you enjoy it!" He nodded, raising an eyebrow at the name mentioned. Tech must have been very concerned if he had come to do this. Tech didn't like to participate in these "trivialities" and didn't have much of a talent for cooking. He made a mental note to thank his brother and reassure him later. His attention turned to the food, as the smell of it made his stomach growl, reminding the clone that he hadn't eaten in a while. He was hesitant at the first bite, but the flavor and his hunger overcame his manners and he gobbled up the dish faster than he would have liked.

Echo paused for a moment, noticing that this was the one he had preferred when Ishanti had made them a feast back in the days of the 501st. It had been many years ago. Had she remembered, or was it pure chance?

 His pain woke up when he thought of his former legion. Images flooded his mind. Happy memories, but now tinged with deep pain. The hours of rest he spent strategizing with Rex, while Ishanti, Teleri and Fives tried to give them suggestions and supported them with caff and encouraging words. The few evenings at 79', where he felt uncomfortable, but where his classmates helped him have a good time. That time when Fives had gently pushed him to go dancing with Ishanti... The friendly training sessions with the 212th members. That mission on a planet he couldn't remember the name of, but where they had tried to ride beasts to get back to the camp faster...of course, nothing had happened according to their plan - tamed nexu, how could they believe that? And the time when Fives, in order to impress a young senator, had fought against her guards, and crashed face down when the latter simply stepped aside as Fives charged...

 "Echo..." the mercenary called softly. She put her hand on his. The contact gave him the sensation of an electric shock and he came back to reality. He seemed confused for a moment, closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath of air. He refocused and tried to put on a convincing smile.

"Echo, are you okay? Do you... do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head and coughed. His throat was dry, and he was looking for a way to dodge the question. He took another sip and, putting his glass back down, answered her in a huskier voice than usual.

"Don't worry. There's no problem." She frowned and before she had a chance to retort, shouts rose from across the room. First, they saw a small gizka speeding through the cantina, followed by a small herd of other creatures, then Omega trying to catch up. They heard a loud "BOOM!" and then saw the imposing figure of Wrecker, jumping as fast as he could, tied up with a red ribbon, and hunter tied behind his back, grunting and waving his legs in the air. And finally, Tech appeared after them, cages in his hands. He stopped for a moment, turned to them and asked for their help. They burst out laughing at the sight of Tech with pink ribbons in his hair, pastel makeup smeared all over his face. The modified clone pouted, set several cages on the ground and walked on with determination.

Ishanti and Echo looked at each other for a moment, giggling as they tried to regain their seriousness. The woman said

"I hope Tech recorded everything. It will make a memorable video!"

Sometime after this event was resolved, the group found themselves back at the Marauder. Tech was in care of the ship's maintenance, with Echo and Ishanti sitting beside him, ready to help with any issues. As usual, the trio in the cockpit chatted. Cheerful exclamations from the other side of the ship made them stop for a moment and check what was going on.  Wrecker was playing with Omega and some stuffed animals. Hunter was watching his siblings fondly while drinking coffee. They met his gaze and nodded at each other. Echo and the young woman exchanged a knowing smile.

He let out a small sigh of contentment, the gloom of the last few days having vanished, leaving a pleasant feeling of lightness and happiness. He glanced back at his brothers, who were busy enjoying themselves together - Hunter had joined Wrecker and Omega at his request. The ship was alive, and for once, peaceful. Echo enjoyed this moment of relaxation. He let his mind drift to happier memories than before. He glanced at Ishanti and noticed that she was watching him anxiously. He couldn't blame her, having locked himself away in near mutism for the past week. He looked for a way to reassure her. The man cleared his throat.

"We've really come a long way," the clone declared, his recent thoughts racing through his head.

"Yes." She nodded, following his gaze. "We've been through some... complicated times. But this?" she pointed to the others. "A family like this is worth it."

"To go through moments like earlier? Absolutely!" He chuckled. He thought for a few moments, then asked her gently, "Do you remember when we first met?"

"You mean when you bumped into your trunk when you realized you were going to share bunk beds with two women?"

He rolled his eyes. "I was really surprised!!!"

"Fives didn't stop teasing you for days. I must admit I was a little amused by the situation."

"Yes. Kriff, I expected anything when I joined the legion, but certainly not this."

"What, the sight of two sublime creatures of the opposite sex?"

He felt his face turn red. "Yes, no ... Eeeer I mean" he lost his words and looked away.

Tech suddenly stepped out from under the console, looking embarrassed, and in a half annoyed, half playful tone, breathed, "Can you two get a room please, some of us are working, and your nuptial parade is distracting me!" before returning to maintenance. Echo and Ishanti exchanged a look, before turning away, both redder than the ribbon that held Wrecker and Hunter. However, each had a small smile at the corner of their lips.

So yeah I have “finished” this at nearly 4 am so I will probably rewrite the second part another day. But! I’m glad to have write something, it have been so long! ✺◟(∗❛ัᴗ❛ั∗)◞✺

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Moving away' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Moving away"

"When you hurt any of my friends...my family...I will make sure to burn your world...to the ground !"

Chapter Summary : After letting Song pulling the trigger to avenge an fallen friend, Yirina is having some memories back of her past.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3100

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Song was the one who needed to pull that trigger...not me. Naga needed to die by her and even if we have lost an great friend because of him, Song had to do this for him, for us & mainly for her. With Naga finally talking and giving us an location of where Adler was, our presence in Laos will be soon finished, been away to get to the place Adler probably is : an capital called Verdansk, located in the Kastovian Soviet Socialist Republic near Georgia. But before getting away from that city, an sleep was necessary as the briefing was going to happen after.

It's the first time in three days that I managed to get into bed easily. Each time, it was an pain to do, having troubles to actually close my eyes because I was like forced to see again the crash of the helicopter and Garrett's death and because of that, my nights were complicated to do but this time, after Naga was finally dead, going to bed was suddenly more easier to do for me but also for Park & Song, knowing that now, Garrett could finally rest in peace above us....avenged and free....finally for good.....

I was in my car in the middle of the night inside my own car and I was in front of where Zasha was living in their apartment complex. Instead of waiting for them actually, I was getting myself ready to get out of the car, putting on my jacket because of the weather outside. In the inside, I was still feeling sick but it was minor than before, finally able to leave my apartment and getting outside and to say that I was looking an bit nervous to be back outside, looking around my car to see if I wasn't watch by anyone.

After some few seconds to calm myself down an bit, i got my nerves back to normal before actually getting out of the car, taking an black bag with me in my hands. I locked my car before I could go inside the apartment complex, going up the stairs to reach the second floor walking normally and then, arriving in front of their door, knocking out 3 times like an signal code for them. I heard some footsteps from the inside before the door opened.

"Grigoriev ?" I was smiling an little when I saw that it was Portnova that was opening the door, she must have been staying with Zasha since an long time.

"Portnova." I whispered, trying to look inside and seeing Zasha leaned in an couch.

"I thought that you were sick." She said to me, an bit confused to see me here actually.

"Yeah, I still am." I scoffed as she moved aside to let me enter the apartment. "It's getting better but like I said, I'm still sick."

"You never said why you were sick." Portnova told me, closing the front door behind me before locking it.

"No and....it's better that you don't worry about me for that." I gestured to her with a grin and holding the black bag in my right hand. "I came here to talk about our plan." I added as she opened the way to get to the living room. "Hi, Zed." I waved at them.

"Hey, Yirina." They smiled at me, waving at me back as they moved an little to let Portnova sit on the couch as I took an seat near it.

"You could have make an call, maybe." Portnova suggested, sitting up but I shook my head to her.

"It wasn't something I would have done with the KGB." I stated, getting the bag on the ground in front of me. "I overheard an conversation between high members where some KGB agents phone lines are getting put on listening and it was better to come here if my name was on an list."

"Well, seems that you took precautions." Zasha exclaimed with an little smile, their eyes focused in the bag that I had at my feets. "What's this ?" They demanded.

"Something that will help us." I replied, opening the bag and getting my hands inside. "I managed to get my hands on some fake passports for us." I added, getting out three passports from the bag and quickly moving to give two of them to Zasha & Portnova.

"For leaving the country ?" Portnova asked.

"And for travelling safe in Western Europe." I continued, giving them answers about the usefulness of these passports. "We don't want to attract too much attention on us." I claimed, followed by an nodding from both of them.

"Nice."  Zasha breathed, checking up their own passports, Portnova doing the same thing. "We'll be going in England, right ?"  I nodded to their question.

"Like we talked about it, we will do it to get to Dedov." I responded, sounding very sure of my words. "Don't worry, Zasha, we will see him soon." I reassured them as Portnova put her left arm behind them.

"And what will happen after we got out of the country...when we will arrive in England ?" Portnova questioned me, her face looking worried about the future.

"I don't know but me & Zasha will have to....go to the MI6 to tell them of Perseus plan and trying to convince them to let us help." I answered, this time, not sure of my words. "In fact, it's better to think about it when we will be actually in England." I continued, putting my own fake passport in the bag. "Unfortunately, I didn't came here for that...I've got an bad news."

"Bad news ?" Both said in unison, looking serious towards me.

"Our escape will have to wait : me & Zasha are summoned in Ukraine, tomorrow." I told them, biting my lips to say these words to them.

"Why ?" Zasha was looking stunned and confused.

"Perseus orders, I tried everything but we will have to go there...not you, Portnova, I'm sorry."  I exclaimed, looking at her at the end of my phrase.

"I understand." She whispered, looking at Zasha.

"I'm sorry but I think it will be better that I go back home." I checked my watch before slowly getting up from my seat, taking the bag with me.

"You don't want to stay ?" Zasha proposed.

"No, I'll be fine, Zed." I winked at them with an little smile as Portnova was getting up from the couch to direct herself to the front door as I moved next to Zasha....

"Don't worry, we will do this...as an familly."

I found myself then back, leaned against the door of my apartment...must be happening after my talk with Perseus himself....I wasn't crying at all, not even having an tear falling up from my eyes despie having my head hold by my hands, sit on the ground before I decide to finally got up back on my feets. At first, I decided to clean up the table near my chair, removing the scotch bottle and the pack of cigarettes from it to get them in an better place than an table.

After doing this, I looked at my living room, seeing it well cleaned up and I removed an button on the top of my shirt, thinking that it was getting hot in here despite the terrible cold outside in the Moscow night but as I thought to be finally able to breath freely, I could hear an knock at the door, making me roll my eyes around and breath in annoyance to been disturbed again in almost 10 minutes.

"Again ?" I whispered, sounding very annoyed as I found myself uncapable to not stop myself to open that front door and to discover....

"Hi !" It was Freya herself, dressed in casual clothes & waving at me, looking at her face that was maybe urging to jump on me to kiss me deeply. "You're alright ?" She asked me, seeing my not good looking face.

"Enter." I ordered in an low voice, moving aside to let her enter my living room, wondering why I was doing this and when she fully enter, I closed the door behind, keeping my hands on it in case. "Tell me why you're here and then, you're out !"  I told her straight like that.

"I'm worried about you, Yiri." She explained with me looking away from her.

"Yeah but you send Perseus before actually coming." I stated, deciding to remove myself from the door to get next to my seat. "Are you really worried...or are you playing an act ?"

"What ? No !" She was sounding offusqued to hear me talk like that to her.

"Bullshit." I muttered to myself discreetly, making sure that she don't hear me out. "I've just threw up minutes ago before Perseus showed up in here and I'm not in the mood to talk nice." I exclaimed to her, looking at her fully.

"You still sick ?" She demanded in an low voice and I nodded.

"Don't know why and I don't want to know." I replied.

"I can help you, you know." She proposed but I shook my head, taking an deep breath.

"You're sure of your own words ?" I asked rhetorically, not even wanting to have an answer from her. "Listen, your pretty words and your gestures to keep me here, it doesn't work !" I stated, making an stand and putting my hand on my chair.

"What do you mean ?" She demanded, worried to know what I was really talking about.

"It doesn't work....I'm leaving." I responded, looking dead serious to her. "I'm going to leave for good and you can't stop me." I added to my argument.

"But...."

"There is no but !" I cut her straight in her words. "I finally opened my eyes, Freya...for good." I continued, removing my hand from the chair. "You can't fucking change my mind....I'm fucking leaving !" I raised up my voice almost loudly before looking away from her. "You can go now, you got the keys, I'm going to sleep." I said, walking straight out of the room to get to my bedroom.

Once I arrived in the bedroom, I wanted to remove my clothes before going to bed but I wasn't willing to do it anyway and then, I put myself into the bed, not even putting the sheets over me...just me, looking at the ceilling in desesperation, my hands on my chest before the door opened, revealing Freya, lighted up by the living room as I shut down the light in my bedroom. I didn't want to look her, causing me to move away in the bed from the door sight.

"Yiri !" She was sounding almost broken in her voice but I wasn't looking back to her as she was starting to walk towards the bed before going into it. "Yiri...please...say something." She pleaded me to talk as she installed herself in my bed and then, I could feel her hands wrapping itself around my chest.

"Leave." I ordered in an low voice, my voice cracking as I really wanted to be alone but now, I couldn't struggle with it.

"You know I can't." She affirmed, still using her broken voice as she moved her lips to kiss me behind my neck. "Please...forgive me." She demanded as I was looking away, resisting the urge to put my hands on top of hers but I wouldn't do it, thinking.....

"People don't forget...nothing is forgiven !"

These memories....they were like always, troubling to relive : talking about the escape plan with Zasha & Portnova at their old apartment and then, that talk I just had with Freya and this memory was an first because it was following the talk I had with Perseus minutes before she came in....people don't forget, nothing is forgiven...was I talking about what she did to me by cheating on me ? I couldn't tell, it was maybe saying an lot of things in an few words...

"Hey, Yirina !" I was suddenly interruped in my thought by an unknow voice while I was sleeping, meaning that we were in the morning but I couldn't tell who was talking...surely Park...."Yirina !" I heard again as she put her hands on my shoulder to nudge me.

"Park, let me sleep." I whispered, sounding an bit troubled but the nudging was continuing to be done. "Love...please.." I repeated again my warning.

"I'm not your love, Yirina." I heard now an male voice....that wasn't Park....that was Woods himself and hearing his voice make my eyes goes wide and making me almost jump from my bed.

"Woods !" I exclaimed, almost shouting at his sight. "You could have tell me that it was you." I added, breathing away.

"You heard my voice well, I wasn't going to say that it was me." He protested, seeing me getting sit on the edge of the bed.

"I was sleeping and your voice was like muffled." I defended myself as his voice was almost inaudible for me to perfectly hear who was talking.

"So, that's why you took me for Park." He was sounding joking right now, sitting in the bed in front of me...not even his...."She ain't going to wake you up each time, you know." He proclaimed, making me roll my eyes.

"At least, she isn't nudging me almost brutally to get me up !" I scoffed, looking at him with an funny face. "Why did you wake me up by the way ?" I asked him, checking the time on my watch : almost noon.

"Hudson had new intels about our next moves and he's making an briefing : he need everyone before we could start." He replied, looking at the door of the dorm fully opened.as I could see briefly Hudson from afar. "I heard that you let Song kill Naga." He continued, looking at him seriously.

"Yeah, I prefer that she was the one to do it." I proclaimed, my hands on my lap, thinking again of the shot that killed him. "What about Garrett ?" I demanded as Park told me that he's going to be send back to London.

"An MI6 team came in earlier this morning to transport him back to London." Woods responded to me, sounding love to be honest. "I didn't say anything but I hope you're okay." He said, worried.

"I'm better now." I breathed with an little grin on my face before slowly getting up from the bed, already fully dressed as I wasn't willing to remove my clothes and in here, that wasn't something to do. "I think we can go now."

"Wait !" Woods stopped me as I was starting to walk away to leave the room, grabbing gently my right arm. "I know that it isn't my business but...about your memories..." He started, not sure of talking about this. "Do you want to talk about them ?" He questioned me.

"Uhm...I don't know." I said, biting my lips. "I think that we should talk about this later, you know." I proposed and he slowly nodded, removing his hand from my shoulder. "I can even show my diary but it will be later." I proposed again, followed by an nodding from him.

"I understand." He whispered. "Let's go then, Hudson is going to be angry if we don't show up." He joked as we start to leave the room.

Once I was leaving the dorm with Woods that I could see that everyone was in fact awaiting for us at the space reserved for the briefing : Hudson, Park, Wolf, Sims, Rivas & Song. Hudson was the only one standing up while the others were sit down on their chairs and at their sight, I quickly moved, taking an chair that was just next to Park as Woods was also staying up, getting at the other side of the dashboard.

"Well, everyone is here now." Hudson started, looking at everyone sit through his sunglasses, always dressed in the same way. "It's been weeks that Adler has been in Stitch hands but now, it's going to change." He continued, looking now at Woods.

"As we all know, Stitch faked the Nova-6 threat in the region to get Adler in....to get everyone in..." Woods scratched the back of his head, thinking about the disaster of the mission.

"But thanks to Grigoriev, Park & Song, we were able to have an name of an location." Hudson moved, pointing his finger on an map. "Intels pointed to Verdansk." He told us, an serious look on his face, I could discover now that the dashboard was filled with new intels...something that have maybe happened in the night.

"Any exact place of where he could be ?" Wolf demanded, his head hold by his hands.

"No, it's up to us to discover where is Adler." Woods replied, looking at Wolf and taking an breath.

"We also have been alerted of an new Perseus agent by our agents already in Verdansk."  Hudson walked next to an table to grab an piece of paper and showed it to everyone : an named underligned 3 times...'Knight'. "An agent codenamed 'Knight'...does it sound anything familiar to you ?" He asked to everyone, even if it was mostly focused on me.

"No." I answered in an low voice, turning around to see everyone shook their head. "We don't have any intels to tell who is that 'Knight' ?" I questioned Hudson.

"Our agents are working on it at the moment." He responded, putting the piece back on the same table he took it. "Other thing is that this person is working with the Perseus agent codenamed 'Wraith'." He added, making my eyes go wide but I looked away from him.

"Isn't the agent that we faced two months ago ?" Sims spoke up and he was having his eyes to Woods.

"Yeah, the one that almost destroyed Yirina's throat." Woods answered to him, crossing his arms before looking back at me, his face apologizing an bit. "Anyway, we should also watch out when we will be there."

"And why that ?" Park asked, curious.

"Apparently, our agents has also seen an peak of transmissions coming from Perseus inside Verdansk and its surrounding." Hudson told her in an serious tone.

"That must be meaning that Adler is really at Verdansk." Park muttered, looking at the map of the city on the dashboard.

"Even with that, we have to watch out." Woods repeated again. "We are going to act right into the USSR and in the middle of an capital, it isn't going to be like here." He exclaimed as he was right, we wouldn't want to risk to attract too much attention on us in the middle of the USSR

"Everyone is going to the city, I presume." Song chuckled, followed by an nodding from Hudson & Woods.

"If Perseus is increasing their communications in that place, it would be more prudent to install ourselves away from their sight." Rivas suggested, also right in her words.

"That's why we're going to install ourselves at an few kilometers from the city, it will be better." Woods stated, gesturing at her before he looked back at Hudson.

"I think that it's all good then." He proclaimed, meaning that it was the end of the briefing, as he put his hands on his waist with us, getting up from our respectives chairs....

"Take your bags..bring our boy home !"

[46ten]

AH: marriage and military service should not mix

The summary of this post: A lot of historians have noted how important AH’s marriage to EH was to his future, a true before and after marker in his life. But the strangeness of it has gotten less attention - AH married while the war was going on, and even wrote of not hanging around the army at all in order to setup for his life with his new wife. Once one sees the oddity of that, a lot of other things fall into place in his 1780/81 letters.  

For the past few years, I’ve wanted to work more on the theory that although marriage was generally expected of the 18th century Anglo-American colonial man (see prior posts here and here), the elite in AH’s circle did not marry until their military obligations and other duties were complete. From their examples and a few phrases here and there, getting married seemed to have been frowned upon, perhaps because of the uncomfortable examples of general’s wives and this idea that romantic love with a woman was a weakness that interfered with duty and hindered one’s commitment to military glory. (I am familiar with the challenges faced by Martha Washington, Catharine Greene, and Lucy Knox; Philip Schuyler refused a return to military assignment and presidency of the Continental Congress after the death of a newborn, among other things, in 1778). AH is an exception among his circle, with Meade, in getting married during the war itself - nearly everyone else who is unmarried waits until after their military service is complete (and sometimes well after) to marry. Not enough is made of the oddity of his courtship and marriage, within his circle, while the war is ongoing.

Now to modern thought, the title of this post makes a lot of sense - relationships are often strained when one partner is in military service, and the hows and whys are very familiar to us. But for the 18th century, when adult manhood was tied to matrimony, avoiding matrimony seems odd, as does the length of some of the courtships of AH’s friends: two years for William Jackson, about the same for Tilghman, four years of flirtation for McHenry. At a time when engagements lasted a matter of weeks (and AH notes that his own is unusually long - it’s lasting “an age” in one of his letters to ES), the delay in taking the next step is notable. Even in the prior generation, although Philip Schuyler was sexually intimate with Catharine Van Rensselaer, he continued his military service and did not marry her until it became unavoidable by decency standards (CVR was 4 months pregnant). 

So what’s with AH and ES wanting to get married in such a hurry, comparatively, besides the obvious emotional ones? Maybe he really was 26-27 years old and time was running out! Another obvious possibility, noted then and noted by biographers since, was the benefits of their marriage on a personal and political dynastic level. @aswithasunbeam has noted a contemporary article (sourced from Mitchell) about what Philip Schuyler had to gain through the new attachment between himself and Washington’s aide-de-camp. (And look how quickly P. Schuyler had AH working to get GW to visit them.) The advantages for AH were obvious to, as the Marquis de Fleury stated outright to AH: “ I congratulate you heartyly on that conquest; for many Reasons: the first that you will get all that familly’s interest, & that a man of your abilities wants a Little influence to do good to his country. The second that you, will be in a very easy situation, & happin’s is not to be found without a Large estate.”

I also suspect part of AH’s decision to hurriedly marry was tied to getting a command and spending the rest of his time studying the law.* I agree with most biographers that he never takes the steps of leaving Washington’s family and asking for (Nov 1780) and then demanding (June 1781) a command without being Philip Schuyler’s son-in-law. (I also think the break with GW doesn’t happen without AH feeling VERY confident in his relationship with his new wife. EH should have been a better patriot - as in other times - and seemed less happy in her marriage, or at least not let AH read her letter to her sister.) I think that’s what Laurens knew while on parole in Phil. and causes the minor flurry of letters in late August/September 1780, when P. Schuyler was briefly at HQ and then sending lots of letters about Congress to GW, AH was going on about his planned six month leave, McHenry was writing a love poem about AH and ES and trying to get AH to get P. Schuyler’s help in getting him a command, etc . AH and ES likely intended to marry in October/early November, but both Meade and Harrison took leave instead, and AH had to stay, though he would leave in late November before their return (in fact, Harrison and Meade never returned.)

Take Laurens (left wife and daughter he’d never see in England) and Lafayette (absent from France from March 1777 to Feb 1779 and March 1780 to early 1782). Both of them left wife and child(ren) behind, and here AH was planning a long absence from military service and telling his fiancee that he’ll leave it entirely if that’s her wish. AND Meade is discussing doing exactly that! [So Laurens presumably wrote to AH - we don’t have that letter - that he hopes AH will get over this quickly, and AH wrote back that he won’t, but I’m getting ahead of myself.]

I offered to make a comparison of AH’s letters to Laurens vs Elizabeth Schuyler - while revealing of personal feelings, in content and expression they are more different than they are similar - but I think I first need to set up that major transition that’s occurring in AH’s life in 1780/81. To the extent Laurens may have objected to AH’s excitement about ES and their impending nuptials (and there’s only one phrase in one letter, and that from AH to Laurens, from which it can be interpreted that those were Laurens’ feelings), and AH felt embarrassed about conveying the news of his engagement, it was because it interfered with a (believed to be mutual) sense of military obligation and public duty and dismissal of marriage and its attendant obligations. I touch on it in a response here; I’ll try to elaborate on it in upcoming posts. [I will get into why this makes the most sense, and why claims of AH trying to spare any romantic feelings JL may have felt, quite frankly, do not make sense in a later post. Spoiler: AH wrote absurdly callous stuff re ES and his relationship with her in his letters to JL if he was hoping to spare JL’s feelings.]

I already put some of my thoughts on this in old posts that may have some helpful content and may spare me having to repeat myself too much, and then I’ll also provide some quotes from letters to get started, limited to 1777-1782 and then probably the most famous quote from 1799. 

Hamilton on marriage part 1 (overview)

Hamilton on marriage part 2 (feelings on marriage 1777-early 1780)

Hamilton-Schuyler engagement (early 1780-mid 1780)

Hamilton on marriage part 3 (my breakdown of the July-Oct 1780 letters to ES)

Hamilton on marriage part 4

Reynolds Pamphlet, part 2

And a post (not my own) about how much AH’s military involvement as Inspector General was affecting his family financially. 

Letter quotes [my emphases]: 

You and I, as well as our neighbours, are deeply interested to pray for victory, and its necessary attendant peace; as, among other good effects, they would remove those obstacles, which now lie in the way of that most delectable thing, called matrimony;—a state, which, with a kind of magnetic force, attracts every breast to it, in which sensibility has a place, in spite of the resistance it encounters in the dull admonitions of prudence, which is so prudish and perverse a dame, as to be at perpetual variance with it. AH to Catharine “Kitty” Livingston 11Apr1777

Do I want a wife? No—I have plagues enough without desiring to add to the number that greatest of all; and if I were silly enough to do it, I should take care how I employ a proxy. AH to John Laurens 1779 [likely from mid-April up to July - this letter is actually undated, and the April date is based on other mentions in the letter; both JCH and Lodge dated it December 1779]

The most determined adversaries of Hymen can find in [ES] no pretext for their hostility, and there are several of my friends, philosophers who railed at love as a weakness, men of the world who laughed at it as a phantasie, whom she has presumptuously and daringly compelled to acknowlege its power and surrender at discretion. I can the better assert the truth of this, as I am myself of the number. She has had the address to overset all the wise resolutions I had been framing for more than four years past, and from a rational sort of being and a professed contemner of Cupid has in a trice metamorphosed me into the veriest inamorato you perhaps ever saw. AH to Margarita Schuyler, Feb1780

I would add to this by way of consolation, or rather of countinance, that the family since your departure have given hourly proofs of a growing weakness. Example I verily believe is infectious. For such a predominancy is beauty establishing over their hearts, that should things continue to wear as sweet an aspect as they are now beheld in, I shall be the only person left, of the whole household, to support the dignity of human nature. But in good earnest, God bless both you, and your weakness, and preserve me your sincere friend James McHenry to AH, 18March1780 [this was during the time of AH’s courtship of ES]

Here we are my love in a house of great hospitality—in a country of plenty—a buxom girl under the same roof—pleasing ⟨expect⟩ations of a successful campaign—and every thing to make a soldier happy, who is not in love and absent from his mistress. ... Assure yourself my love that you are seldom a moment absent from my mind, that I think of you constantly and talk of you frequently, I am never happier than when I can engage Meade in some solitary walk to join me in reciprocating the praises of his widow and my betsey. AH to ES, 6July1780  

I hope for a decisive campaign. No one will desire it more than me; for a military life is now grown insupportable to me because it keeps me from all my soul holds dear. Adieu My love. Write to me often I entreat you, and do not suffer any part of my treasure, your sweet love, to be lost or stolen from me. AH to ES, 20Jul1780

Impatiently My Dearest have I been expecting the return of your father to bring me a letter from my charmer with the answers you have been good enough to promise me to the little questions asked in mine by him. ... Meade2 just comes in and interrupts me by sending his love to you. He tells you he has written a long letter to his widow asking her opinion of the propriety of quitting the service; and that if she does not disapprove it, he will certainly take his final leave after the campaign. You see what a fine opportunity she has to be enrolled in the catalogue of heroines, and I dare say she will set you an example of fortitude and patriotism. I know too you have so much of the Portia in you, that you will not be out done in this line by any of your sex, and that if you saw me inclined to quit the service of your country, you would dissuade me from it. I have promised you, you recollect, to conform to your wishes, and I persist in this intention. It remains with you to show whether you are a Roman or an American wife. AH to ES, Aug1780

But now my love to speak of the practicability of complying with both our wishes in this article—There is none, I am obliged to sacrifice my inclination to ⟨my public⟩ ch⟨aracter.⟩ Even though my presence shou⟨ld n⟩ot be essential here, yet my love I could not with decency or honor leave the army during the campaign. This is a military prejudice which while I am in a military station I must comply with. No person has been more severe than I have been in condemning other officers for deviating from it. I have admitted no excuse as sufficient, and I must not now evince to the army, that the moment my circumstances have changed, my maxims have changed also. This would be an inconsistency, and my Betsey would not have me guilty of an inconsistency. Besides this my Betsey, The General is peculiarly averse to the practice in question. If this campaign is to end my military services, ’tis an additional reason for a constant and punctual attendance, if it is not my leaving the army during the campaign would make it less proper to be away all the winter ’till late in the spring. In one case, my honor bids me stay, in the other my love. AH to ES, 31Aug1780

Pardon me my love for talking politics to you. What have we to do with any thing but love? Go the world as it will, in each others arms we cannot but be happy. ...I was once determined to let my existence and American liberty end together. My Betsey has given me a motive to outlive my pride, I had almost said my honor; but America must not be witness to my disgrace. AH to ES, 6Sept1780

I have told you, and I told you truly that I love you too much. You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness. ‘Tis a pretty story indeed that I am to be thus monopolized, by a little nut-brown maid like you—and from a statesman and a soldier metamorphosed into a puny lover. I believe in my soul you are an inchantress; but I have tried in vain, if not to break, at least, to weaken the charm—you maintain your empire in spite of all my efforts—and after every new one, I make to withdraw myself from my allegiance my partial heart still returns and clings to you with increased attachment. To drop figure my lovely girl you become dearer to me every moment. I am more and more unhappy and impatient under the hard necessity that keeps me from you, and yet the prospect lengthens as I advance. AH to ES, 5Oct1780

I would not have you imagine Miss that I write to you so often either to gratify your wishes or to please your vanity; but merely to indulge myself and to comply with that restless propensity of my mind, which will not allow me to be happy when I am not doing something in which you are concerned. This may seem a very idle disposition in a philosopher and a soldier; but I can plead illustrious examples in my justification. Achilles had liked to have sacrificed Greece and his glory to his passion for a female captive; and Anthony lost the world for a woman. I am sorry the times are so changed as to oblige me to summon antiquity for my apology, but I confess, to the disgrace of the present age, that I have not been able to find many who are as far gone as myself in such laudable zeal for the fair sex. AH to ES, 13Oct1780

How often have I with Eloisa exclaimed against those forms which I now revere as calculated to knit our union together by new and stronger bands...Meade already begins to recant. I have received a letter from him on the Journey2 in which he tells me he finds he must return to the army. This will be a new proof to you that I cannot leave it, as we both so ardently desire. AH to ES, 27Oct1780

You possess a heart that can feel for me; you have a female too that you love. I was reduced at one period to entreat, threat, kiss, but all to no purpose; her fears were for my safety, mine for hers. You must imagine to make out the tragedy all that I am incapable for want of words to express. After placing her with at least Twenty other females & children at a safe distance I immediately returned, & joined the Baron about the time the Enemy left Richmond in order to render him all the aid I could being intimately acquainted with the Country for many miles in the vicinity of the Enemy & on their return down the river I left him to go in pursuit of a residence for a favorite Brother who was driven from his home & obliged to attend to his Wife & a family of little children. Was it not cruel my dear fellow that my matrimonial enjoyments should have been interrupted thus soon; not more than one month had passed when the damned invasion seperated us, & we have yet to meet again, for 60 miles divides us. You know I am a Philosoper my dr fd & prepared to meet much more serious disappointments. This gives me an opening to speak of my return to the army. I have been long wishing your advice in full on the occasion; you are acquainted with the arguments I have used in favor of my stay here. I have now but one to add to them, the experience of that happiness I ever expected to enjoy with the best of Women. She loves not less than your Betsy, & I fear could not bear a seperation. I have not however as yet thrown off the uniform, but I am inclined to believe that it must be the case. Meade to AH, 13Jan1781

I was cherishing the melancholy pleasure of thinking of the sweets I had left behind and was so long to be deprived of, when a servant from Head Quarters presented me with your letters. I feasted for some time on the sweet effusions of tenderness they contained, and my heart returned every sensation of yours. Alas my Betsey you have divested it of every other pretender and placed your image there as the sole proprietor. I struggle with an excess which I cannot but deem a weakness and endeavour to bring myself back to reason and duty. I remonstrate with my heart on the impropriety of suffering itself to be engrossed by an individual of the human race when so many millions ought to participate in its affections and in its cares. But it constantly presents you under such amiable forms as seem too well to justify its meditated desertion of the cause of country humanity, and of glory I would say, if there were not something in the sound insipid and ridiculous when compared with the sacrifices by which it is to be attained.

Indeed Betsey, I am intirely changed—changed for the worse I confess—lost to all the public and splendid passions and absorbed in you. Amiable woman! nature has given you a right to be esteemed to be cherished, to be beloved; but she has given you no right to monopolize a man, whom, to you I may say, she has endowed with qualities to be extensively useful to society. Yes my Betsey, I will encourage my reason to dispute your empire and restrain it within proper bounds, to restore me to myself and to the community. Assist me in this; reproach me for an unmanly surrender of that to love and teach me that your esteem will be the price of my acting well my part as a member of society. AH to EH, 13Jul1781

Don’t think me unkind for not talking of your making a journey to the Southward. It would put us to a thousand inconveniences and would in fact be of no avail; for while there I must be engrossed in my military duties. Heaven knows how much it costs me to make the sacrifice I do. It is too much to be torn away from the wife of my bosom from a woman I love to weakness, and who feels the same ardent passion for me. I relinquish a heaven in your arms; but let me have the happiness to reflect that they ever impatiently wait my return sacred to love and me. Give your Mama, your sisters and the whole family every assurance of the warmest affection on my part. Indeed I love them all.

Yrs. with unalterable tenderness and fidelity AH to EH,  25Aug1781

Early in November, as I promised you, we shall certainly meet. Cheer yourself with this idea, and with the assurance of never more being separated. Every day confirms me in the intention of renouncing public life, and devoting myself wholly to you. AH to EH, 6Sept1781

My heart disposed to gayety is at once melted into tenderness. The idea of a smiling infant in my Betseys arms calls up all the father in it. In imagination I embrace the mother and embrace the child a thousand times. I can scarce refrain from shedding tears of joy. But I must not indulge these sensations; they are unfit for the boisterous scenes of war and whenever they intrude themselves make me but half a soldier. AH to EH, 12Oct1781

You cannot imagine how entirely domestic I am growing. I lose all taste for the pursuits of ambition, I sigh for nothing but the company of my wife and my baby. The ties of duty alone or imagined duty keep me from renouncing public life altogether. It is however probable I may not be any longer actively engaged in it.

I have explained to you the difficulties which I met with in obtaining a command last campaign. I thought it incompatible with the delicacy due to myself to make any application this campaign. I have expressed this Sentiment in a letter to the General and retaining my rank only, have relinquished the emoluments of my commission, declaring myself notwithstanding ready at all times to obey the calls of the Public.4 I do not expect to hear any of these unless the State of our Affairs, should change for the worse and lest by any unforeseen accident that should happen, I choose to keep myself in a situation again to contribute my aid. This prevents a total resignation.

You were right in supposing I neglected to prepare what I promised you at Philadelphia. The truth is, I was in such a hurry to get home that I could think of nothing else. AH to Meade, March 1782 (from a JCH transcription)

You were right, My dear General, in saying that a Soldier should have no Other wife than the service...William North to AH, 12Nov1799

AND just for amusement:

I thank you My Dear Sir for the military figures you have sent me. Tactics you know are literally or figuratively of very comprehensive signification. As people grow old they decline in some arts though they may improve in others. I will try to get Mrs. Hamilton to accompany in games of Tactics new to her. Perhaps she may get a taste for them & become better reconciled to my connection with the Trade-Militant. AH to McHenry, 21June1799

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*I broke this down in a prior post too, but I’ll repeat it here again: I think the clearest statement of his plan left to us is from the draft of the letter he sent to Philip Schuyler explaining why he wants to break with GW (18Feb1781): 

As I cannot think of quitting the army during the war, I have a project of re-entering into the artillery, by taking Lieutenant-Colonel Forrest’s10 place, who is⟩ desirous of retiring on half pay. I have not however made up my mind upon this , Start insertion,head, End,, as I should be obliged to come in the youngest Lt Col instead of the eldest, which I , Start deletion,should, End, , Start insertion,ought to, End, have been by natural succession had I remained in the corps; and , Start insertion,at the same time, End, to resume studies relative to the profession which, to avoid inferiority, must be laborious.

If a handsome command for the campaign in the , Start insertion,light, End, infantry should offer itself, I shall ballance between this and the artillery. My situation ⟨in the latter⟩ would be more , Start deletion,substantial, End, , Start insertion,solid, End, ⟨and permanent;⟩ but as I hope ⟨the war will not last long enough to make it progressive, this consideration has the less force. A command for the campaign would leave me the winter to prosecute studies relative to my future career in life. With⟩ respect to the former, I have been materially the worse for going into his family.11

I have written to you on this subject with all the freedom and confidence to which you have a right and with an assurance of the interest you take in , Start deletion,what, End, , Start insertion,all that, End, concerns me.

This letter implies 1) he had a plan post-military; 2) he had discussed with PS what that plan was, and possibly that six month leave (that never happened because of illness and unavailability) was tied to undertaking some of those studies to be a lawyer, to put himself in better shape to support a family. Being able to do so was important to AH - Philip Hamilton was born Jan 1782, and Angelica would not be born until Sept 1784.

[chellestrash]

Heyyyy queen. Congrats on 1.4k!!!!! So awesome!!!?? Could I get a Pedro ship? I’m a bilingual (Spanish/English) planning to double major history and English with a minor in Spanish. I have a shit ton of siblings and adore classic cars. I will talk for hours abt things I’m passionate for, like history or cars. I would consider my best features to be my intelligence, loyalty, and charisma. My biggest flaws are my temper, constant anxiety over little shit, and trust issues. Lmao lmk. Thank you!!!

Hello!! that’s so much for participating!

Your Pedro ship is Frankie “catfish” Morales

It was a difficult choice between Frankie and Javier but here we are!

Frankie adores your love for history and especially for classic cars. Museum trips are a frequent choice of date activity with you two. He loves listening to you talk, no matter the topic or how long you’re actually willing to talk, (sometimes he pretends to fall asleep just to mess with you a little bit) Familly gatherings are always nice, he somehow finds a way to make every single one of you siblings like him. Frankie is always there for you, no matter what, he’ll be there to make you feel better on a bad day, he’ll be there to hold on to him when you’re anxiety is bad, he’ll always have your back. He genuinely cares so much about you and he won’t rest until he knows you’re feeling better, warm bubble baths, your favorite food, just a simple cuddle session on the couch, sometimes all of the above. He just wants to make sure you’re feeling better.

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hope you’ll like this!

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Welcome to Wonderland

welcome to wonderland by urxvityyyy 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 sometimes shouto wonders if all this is a dream. all the happiness, all the love and support, all the smiles and laughs shouto had almost thought he wasn't capable of. if its a dream, he sure as hell doesn't wanna wake up.

izuku is always there to assure him he's real.

(or shouto feels undeserving sometimes and izuku is always there to tell him he isn't.)

Words: 1089, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A, theyre mentioned - Character, thats about it - Character

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Insecurity, Touch-Starved Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto is a Dork, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto is a Good Boyfriend, Cuddling & Snuggling, Forehead Kisses, Soft Todoroki Shouto, Soft Midoriya Izuku, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, seriously its disgusting, Light Angst, just bcuz its not a fic written by me w/o a lil angst, im sad ok leave me alone, Songfic, Kinda, not really - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Todoroki Shouto Tries His Best, the fact that thats a tag-, he really does tho, the todoroki familly being dysfunctional, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, my poor baby :((, Gay Disaster Todoroki Shouto

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23601523

[ladysunamireads]

Welcome to Wonderland

welcome to wonderland by urxvityyyy 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 sometimes shouto wonders if all this is a dream. all the happiness, all the love and support, all the smiles and laughs shouto had almost thought he wasn't capable of. if its a dream, he sure as hell doesn't wanna wake up.

izuku is always there to assure him he's real.

(or shouto feels undeserving sometimes and izuku is always there to tell him he isn't.)

Words: 1089, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A, theyre mentioned - Character, thats about it - Character

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Insecurity, Touch-Starved Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto is a Dork, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto is a Good Boyfriend, Cuddling & Snuggling, Forehead Kisses, Soft Todoroki Shouto, Soft Midoriya Izuku, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, seriously its disgusting, Light Angst, just bcuz its not a fic written by me w/o a lil angst, im sad ok leave me alone, Songfic, Kinda, not really - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Todoroki Shouto Tries His Best, the fact that thats a tag-, he really does tho, the todoroki familly being dysfunctional, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, my poor baby :((, Gay Disaster Todoroki Shouto

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23601523

[theironweasel]

Jormungand Review: How to ruin an amazing twist.

Spoilers!

*SSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHH*

I really wanted to like this show. 

After watching 4 different anime series I’ve realized that there is a vast ocean of difference between having a good premise and using that premise to it’s fullest potential. Jormungand has one of the most interesting premises I’ve seen in an anime let alone a tv show: A Child Soldier is hired on to be a bodyguard to an eccentric arms dealer who believes in world peace. However, even more than Black Lagoon, this show fails to take advantage of its premise.

To start with, despite the fact that Jonah and Koko are obviously the most interesting characters down to their design, and while they get more development than any of the other characters, the other characters combined get more development than they do even though they are basically pointless by the end of the show. And there are WAY too many to be able to develop most of them well.

Second, The characters backstories are not presented in a compelling way. Something I will totally give Trigun is that it understood that you need to define your characters well before delving into their backstories, leave a series of clues leading up to the reveal so that it isn’t explaining who this person is but explaining WHY they are that way. Jormungand seems to think that characters are their backstory such as: the explosives guy, the former spy, the leader who got her soldier’s killed etc. And for the most part we only really get to know a character once we get to their episode and often we don’t really see much of them afterward. Even Jonah is subject to this as we only see how he came to become a part of the team and not how he became a child soldier and his life before which could have made him even more interesting.

Third, a more minor note, the humor is pretty hit and miss. Some things are funny like Koko’s many antics such as rolling around on a table or trying to silly/cute her way out of a deal. However, there’s also things like the jokes about Jonah’s math skills which come off as wildly insensitive given the fact he’s ya know A CHILD SOLDIER!

Ok so despite all of this I was still relatively engaged going into the last 5 episodes. Then to my surprise in the 3 part episode New World, we started to see the hints about Koko come to fruition, and while I wish there had been more of them and spaced better throughout the story, when I got to the antepenultimate episode’s ending I was psyched! The Main Character of the story, not the protagonist Jonah, turns out to have also been the villain the entire time! While movies have done this, I have never even heard of a show doing this let alone one 24 episodes long. And it’s pretty damn believable given everything we’ve seen about Koko. This could have been one of the best twists I’ve ever seen if the build up and execution had been better, but as I’ve laid out the build up was rather lacking and the execution is even worse. 

First, it is rather bizarre that aside from Jonah only one other member of the crew has ANY reservations about killing probably over 1 Million people if you include those who would be killed by falling aircraft. And he is acting more like he’s voicing his concerns that a friend of his has been drinking too much lately and gives into the peer pressure of the enablers around them.

Second, the ending... WHAT THE FUCK!? Jonah decides to rejoin the crew and the whole thing comes across like this is supposed to be a touching reunion for the prodigal son returning to his loving family, yeah like if the Manson Familly went pro. I don’t know if this is supposed to be about Jonah ultimately failing to overcome the cycle of violence given how he’s given a new gun at the very end, but that wasn’t really set up well and if this is supposed to be the face value morale it gives it is morally repugnant. 

The Saddest thing is this ending could have easily been fixed! In fact, there are two different endings that could have been done with minimal changes that would have been much better. First, the straight tragic ending. Everything happens the same but after Jonah is given the gun, everyone starts to leave and Jonah guns them down by catching them by surprise. Only Koko is left alive who furiously reminds him that even if she dies, the plan will go into effect. Jonah simply says he knows and as Koko presses the button he kills her. He then walk across the road, throws down his gun and sits on the curb looking out into the distance. The camera pans up and we see a plane in the distance plummeting to the ground as we hear the horrified reactions of people all over the world and the screen goes to black. This would have been a complete arc for Jonah, allowing him to finally give up violence after ensuring that even if Koko succeeds, she won’t be able to become the dictator she is rapidly turning into and that even if this horrible thing is going to befall humanity, it will be their decision on how to react and not Koko’s. The other ending is the Ironic ending. Jonah returns and finally manages to get through to some of the crew and the two sides start killing each other. Koko engages the plan and begins ranting as everyone is dying around her as we hear a faint roar that grows louder until a shadow is cast over Koko, she turns and looks up to see a plane about to crash right down on them, cut to black. This would have also been a good ending, emphasizing how Koko is really no different from any dictator or psychopath who believes they are wise enough to decide the fate of humanity and that her hubris ultimately destroys her. 

In either case, these endings would have been far better than what we got. The most obvious sign of how bad the ending was and how underdeveloped the lead up was, comes in the penultimate episode when Koko justifies the people she is going to kill as “collateral damage.” this is galling given the fact that Jonah and his family ARE collateral damage. The fact the show didn’t address this let alone hinge the entire ending on it is absurd given how obvious this is.

Jormungand is an okay show with some good action but it sadly lets down an amazing premise with sloppy execution that makes me say that it is not worth watching because any decent build up the series has is wasted on an ending that makes the whole thing feel pointless and in some way I think the show was almost aware of this as Kasper’s final speech seems to imply. Kasper is 100% absolutely right, human beings are not going to stop killing each other because of a horrific act of violence or the loss of aerial transportation. That’s not how humanity works and it makes his speech one of my favorite moments in the show as he elegantly states how wrong Koko is. “There is ALWAYS a bigger stick.”

[sarahnogueira]

the best deceptions

i’m the strongest person i will ever know, but also i’m the biggest deception my family ever had. i can deal even with death, but lack of freedom is something i will never get used to. and that’s why i’m so proud of myself. God bless me.

i’m someone who are not afraid. if i want to do something, i will do it, and i will do with faith. i run after every dream and i fight for what i want. because of this i’m so sure of my maturity, i know i’m ready to make the best choices to my life and i trust myself and in God for that. i will make mistakes in the way, but do you know a better teacher then your own mistakes?

well, i had depression in my teenager years. no one knows that, no one understood that, no one have any idea of what that was for me. i used to have death thoughts, i cried and dreamed about death. and i’m more sure than never that those feelings are not a wish of ending my life, but of ending my pain. that was a scream for “i wanna live”. i used to say to myself “everything is going to be ok”, “you are stronger than this”, “it’s just a bad day, not a bad life”, i was pushing it hard, i was doing my best, but almost everyday, usually in the night, i was broke again (even with all my strength) and my biggest wish was to end all of that. (i’m crying while i write this)

was the hardest time of my life and i never could talk about that with anyone because i did not had anyone who would help me. my parents used to say “you have everything, stop it”, my friends would have laughed because i never showed any sign. my faith in God was almost zero at the time, because He has been introduced to me like someone who only make non-sense rules, and was like nahhh. i decided to follow and make my own path and try to be happy and free through it. i wanted to hangout with friends, have my social medias with privacy, make some cool piercings, wear pants, go to the movies, listen to justin bieber (yeah, that was forbidden!), and laugh about silly stuff till the sun rise. but what did i? i did all of that, but hidden. they told me that all of that do not belong to God and i would go to hell. with that, my faith was almost gone. how could i believe that the same God who is love will send me to hell if i go to the movies? i even looked for other God, but of course, i did not find.

there’s a day which i became free and then the free story started. was hard in the beginning, but i was happy. also i was in a new world and looking for new adventures. i learned so many things. i have been so lonely for some time in my life that this time was like being in disneyland. i was doing everything i wanted, but something was not right, i had something missing. GOD. of course! but whaaaat? well, i kept going on the church but i was there for friends and social, not for religion or love. till my friend invited me to her church and i did go to a camp in a holiday, and then everything has changed. i see and i understood what i was looking for my entire life. how could that be the same God of my childhood but so different? so lovely and no rules? i felt freedom. yes. i though my freedom was in the world, but was in Jesus Christ. i was free through Him, and because of that i had now a choice to not sin and to be a child of God. i knew that was a process and still is because i’m still being changed. but meeting and acepting The King of the universe was a milestone in my life.

i kept going and i had highs and lows in my path, but i have never said no again or turned my back to God. my relationship with Him was and still is hard, i admit, because i had such a bad image of the gospel that to undo this in my mind was really a miracle. to make me believe again was like a battle inside me. but i won this one, and i’m even stronger in my faith now. i’m pretty sure that God has a plan for me to use me and my life in ways i can not understand or see. God have said to me so many times that what i need to do is to open totally my heart and let Him in, to let Him be in the control of my life, to trust in Him. He knows how much i want to do that and how much i try it, but it is not easy at all for me, i will do that, i just do not know how to open that way after everything i have been through, but i’m giving in His hands all the control to do whatever He wants in His time. i want to be best friend with Jesus, and i will not conform with a rase relationship, i want to be like Paul, i want to preach the gospel and show people what Christ truly is because when you see the love in Him, it is impossible to not fall in love with and become a follower. i want to show people that religion is not saving anyone, religion only set people apart, and that is exactly the opposite of the plan of God. if i who was created inside the church, had this fake vision of God, can you imagine the ones who only sees the leaders spreading hate and the media saying unreal stuff? think about the vision you have about islamism and violence, now let me tell you: that is the minority! and you can not define a religion or his people by that. now you see what people have done with cristianity? they tried to turn it into a religion, but God is making a movement in Brazil to show us again the real meaning of the cross, of the gospel. this will be different.

well... lets keep the talking about the deception. a week ago my parents discovered that i have drinked sometimes and then i became the decepcion of the family. i’m going to hell, i’m not worthy of the effort that they are making and they even said that the graduation dream that they used to have for me is now over because they now think i can not do it. my father blocked me on whatsapp and just said “go to Aleppo then i want to see if you will have depression”, he said he do not want me in his house, i’m literally out of the family. all of this because of some rare drinks that did not make any difference in my life. the harder part is to hear that your depression was a joke, that you do not know what is best for you, that you are a failure and you do not have a voice. it is hard to hear that after all that i have been through, my truth does not matter because i’m wrong in so many ways that i do not even deserve their compassion. i felt unloved and now my father will not talk to me anymore (like for months if not forever) because i had a drink. my mother keep having nightmares with me, in one i’m in the mouth of a dog, another one i’m smoking and the last one i’m pregnant. my mother even said that if some “desgrace” happen to me, they will not take any responsability for that, like if a pregnancy and a baby was a desgrace and not a blessing. does not matter if it is a not wished pregnancy, God dreamed about that kid too. this hurts mostly for someone who says that is a christian role model, but you do not see Christ in the person. if you do not have compassion for your own child, how can you help the marginalized? only with Christ’s love... the question is: do you have it? i really do not know the meaning, i honestly do not know what to do. the bible do not forbid us to drink, on the contrary, it says to do it with wisdom and balance. so for this way, i do not think i’m wrong. i’m wrong in the way that i was not obeying my parents and that’s the reason i will stop it (actually i used to drink once in a lifetime, so no difference). i trully hope to someday become a familly with them again and that God makes me forget about the hard words that they said to me, because everyday i wake up and think that if i make any mistake i do not even know where i will be. i have to be perfect and be a pattern. they only forgot that this is not who i’m at all, but it is easier to pretend now than in my teenager’s years. and i pretend so many things that is even hard to remember what was not a reality. i could not have a boyfriend when all my friends are dating and enjoying their youth, and i guess that is now why i’m totally against marriage for me and i do not get to stand in any relationship. i could not wear normal clothes for my age, there was a time when i was so uppset to only wear skirts that i asked to my friend to lend me a pant, and then i changed my clothes in a public bathroom of a mall, and maybe that is why i had a time in my life when i wanted to be almost naked, with small clothes thinking that was pretty, my bad. one time my mother said God will not go along with me anymore because i was listening music that was not gospel, and that was justin bieber. dude, for real... is this rigidity that traumatized me. well, the tragedy is personal, it is engraved in the soul. we stop being happy, but we become a better person.

daddy, papaizinho, i love you with all my heart but i wish i could disappear so you do not have to see me again and feel disappointed when you look me in the eye. i wanted you to understand me, as i understood you when you spent months without looking me in the face for no reason living in the same house, but i respected you. i wanted you to trust me, as a trusted you when you took me the worst city i have ever been. i wanted you to believe me, as i believed in you every single day in my life (and still do). i wanted you to know better about forgiveness, as i already did for you when you said you do not want to know about me, but hey, even if you do not regret of that, i forgive you because lack of forgiveness causes cancer in the soul. i wanted us to be friends, as my friends are with their parents, i feel really bad for not being allowed to tell you and my mother about my mistakes, my craziness, my problems, my dates, my feelings, my wishes. our relationship will never be the same again, but what i hope the most is that you can finally be happy, and i wish you to find yourself and meaning in this life! i admire you and appreciate everything you still do for me, i will never be able to express how grateful i am and how much you have done for me. you gave me everything, thank you! 

the most strange thing is how this all happened. my parents had my facebook entirely open in their cellphones and i do not know how. but in the middle of this rejection i felt something strange: peace. as if was God saying: “that is the truth and transparency you need in your life, no more lies from now on”. like if it was a new beginning, mostly for me, because i’m in the most quite time in my life, i was in such a big peace, such a good time. people was actually seeing a change in me. and then the bomb exploded. thank God for that. my father blocked my credit card too and even that i’m seeing with good eyes and a good way to make an economy. for real, my friends are asking me if i’m normal because they would probably be dying if they was in my place right now. i can not say that i’m not uppset and desappointed that my father is capable of let me in my first “mistake”. “you will be happy, but first you will be strong” (and cold) said life. when i think the “STAY STRONG” has ended to me, God shows me that this is for a lifetime. He also showed me gratitude because today i may be falling apart but i’m much better than i was years ago, i’m not in depression again and i’m still free, without money, but free. and in this time i see what life is really about, or do you think Jesus called us for the money and material? no, he called us for FREEDOM. that’s the word, and that’s more than enough for me! i’m so grateful and i value that so much because was God who put me here in this city. if was not for Him, i would be death and without forgiveness. you may not understand that and why i have said that so many times but it is because this is the role meaning of my life. that is the reason i’m alive and more than that: living, because alive is not enough for this cause. so now on, i can do everything for the cause of Christ, i’m already free. WE ARE NO LONGER SLAVES!

all the “best deceptions” and the “clever cover story” awards go to me.

that’s why i’m my BEST DECEPTION, i can let people down but i’m strong in my soul. i’m proud of how i changed and grew up. i may be a failure for you but God says i’m not. that is the only thing that matters. i’m sorry if i hurted you, if i’m not who you think i’m supposed to be. i want to be who Christ says i’m because my identity is found in Him. and He is not religion, He is not protestant or catholic, He is King, He is the LOVE itself. stop to put your denomination and religion on this! save people, that is what the world really needs. make the difference, and most of all: have love. because you can only offer what you have, so i wish you love! pure love. 

my motive here is to bless your life with my hope and faith. and to show you that life makes you stronger, but God makes you free! there is nothing you can not do with that. do it now.

for we trust in our God and through his unfailing love, WE WILL NOT BE SHAKEN. though the battle rages we will stand in the fight, though the armies rise up against us on all sides, we will not be shaken. for in the hour of our darkest day we will not tremble, we won't be afraid. hope is rising like the light of dawn. our God is for us, he has overcome all those against him will fail. for our God is stronger, He can do all things. no higher name, we can call for Jesus is greater, WE CAN DO ALL THINGS.

with love,

S.

[jheselbraum]

have you ever planned out far in advance how eldritch AU ford and stan would interact with their niblings.

Yes! Sort of.

Okay I have two scenarios and in all honesty it depends on how the Bill thing goes.

Option 1: Ford meets Bill but Stan figures out that Bill is Bad and warns Ford, Ford listens and uses his eldritch powers to keep his mind/his familly/the portal/the Shack/etc safe from Bill. Bill never crosses into the real world and never gains a physical form.

Shermie never lost contact with Stanley and Stanford, so most of his side of the family are familiar with the twins and know that Ford is an eldritch horror. This includes: Abby (Shermie’s wife), and Sherman Jr (Shermie’s son, aka The Baby), as well as the Jersey Devil himself, who is Shermie’s roommate. (The whole AU has this sideplot with Shermie and Abby and the Jersey Devil, JD for short, working together to raise Sherman Jr, Full House style). Sherman Jr’s wife, Alexandria doesn’t find out about this until they’re engaged and she kind of has to be introduced to JD at that point, and of course Stan and Ford show up to the wedding. Rick is also at least tangentially present (he’s a very minor character but he’s there) and he doesn’t see what the big deal is so he’ll tell everyone with the last name Pines if you let him. Ford doesn’t really make an effort to hide his eldritch powers when Dipper and Mabel are babies, but when they’re older and haven’t really seen either grunkle in a few years they kind of forget. So the conversation Sherman and Alexandria have to tell them they’re staying with Stan and Ford goes something like this:

Sherm and Alexandria: Kids, do you remember your great uncles? Stanley and Stanford?

Dipper and Mabel: Not really.

Sherm and Alexandria: You’d think they’d at least remember Ford Well you’re going up to Gravity Falls to stay with them for the summer! 

Dipper and Mabel: That sounds boring

Sherm and Alexandria: ...

Ford tries to hide his eldritch powers at first (especially once it becomes clear that the kids don’t remember them) but since in this au neither twin really has a reason to keep the paranormal a secret (Stan still runs the Mystery Shack of course but Ford’s there as a scientist studying the paranormal so) when Dipper starts asking questions Ford has answers. And when Norman shows up Ford’s quick to reveal himself (because he knows the Gnomes are looking for a new queen) to scare them off. Ford’s just there and most of the summer is wacky “hide Ford from the government” situations. I haven’t decided if Bill would re-enter the equation in this plotline or not.

Option 2: Ford meets Bill but no one figures out that Bill is Bad until it’s too late, Bill actually enters the real world in 1982 and Ford goes Full Eldritch Terror to stop Bill from fucking shit up. Ford succeeds in imprisoning Bill and limiting his power and influence on the real world, but in doing so he became the Mystery Shack and the forest (like... okay imagine Monster House, and that swamp from ATLA, and that’s Ford). 

Ford kind of chills there, being the house and the forest and shit, for like 30 years until Dipper and Mabel show up to stay with their Grunkle Stanley. Everyone in the family knows about Ford except Dipper and Mabel, because they feel like “your great uncle was a sick ass demon who sort of not quite died fighting another sick ass demon also bringing this up around your Grandpa Shermie is a No No because it makes him sad” is too complicated for 12 year olds to understand? Like once they figure things out (Ford might be a house and/or forest but he still loves the kids) they’re cool with it.

Like, Dipper and Mabel realize pretty quick that the forest is Alive (Ford doesn’t spend too much time at the Shack, unless Stan asks him to, plus the forest is where the Bill Statue is so Ford has to guard it anyways) because like

They’ll get lost for a few minutes until suddenly there’s a safe path home that wasn’t there before, monsters won’t attack them as readily because they know that if they cross Dipper and Mabel then the trees they call home will wither, shit like that. They don’t realize that whatever or whoever the forest is, it’s in the shack too, until Dreamscaperers when Gideon’s dynamite just won’t work. Stan tells Dipper and Mabel the whole story after that.

Dipper and Mabel do a shit ton of research behind Stan’s back and eventually work out a way to get Ford back. They think.

They wind up causing the apocalypse but it’s cool, Ford’s back and since Stan won’t let Ford Be The Forest again they figure out a way to murder Bill for good.

Basically, Ford is an overprotective sweetheart who has no idea what “safe activities for children” are and Stan is the same reckless but loving marshmallow who has no idea what “legal activities for children” are. But they balance each other out.