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lovezbrownies · 2 months ago

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Lauren with a reader that acts similar to Julie?

Oomf... i feel like i cooked too hard in this.. not as silly as i usually do, i am also lowkey insecure with this one idk if its good or bad lesakjn ;;

Cold. (Yandere!Fem!Bully x GN!Reader)

Lauren's Masterlist - General Masterlist.

Synopsis: Lauren's mother never expressed emotion, yet she still loved Lauren. Would it be the same with you? Lauren's crush who is just as unfeeling and cold as her mother? Or maybe even worse.

Lauren McCanister x GN!Reader

Warnings: where do i start. Again, mean reader, kind of a manipulator lowkey. Lauren used to be a manipulator, she is now the manipulated.

Lauren McCanister had spent her entire life shaping herself into an intellectual force. She excelled at everything, from academics to manipulation, carefully constructing a facade of control. And yet, none of it prepared her for you. You were nothing like the others—aloof, cold, distant. Your reactions—or rather, lack of reactions—drove her to the brink of obsession. Every sharp word she threw at you slid off like raindrops on glass, and it enraged her as much as it intrigued her. How could someone like you remain so detached?

She had long since given up on eliciting anything from you verbally. Her jabs, insults, and teasing always fell flat. No matter how sharp or cruel her words, you never flinched. It only made her dig deeper, press harder, desperate for some kind of response—anything that would give her power over you. But you remained unmoved, expressionless, analyzing her words like they were data to be sorted and discarded. It was maddening.

It wasn’t until Lauren discovered a small, delightful chink in your armor that she felt a spark of triumph. When her teasing turned physical, she finally got what she wanted. The slight widening of your eyes, the furrowing of your brow, the minuscule flinch when she pinched your side or tugged your backpack—those were the moments that thrilled her. Watching you, the unflappable you, suddenly thrown off balance by a simple tickle or a light shove made her heart race in ways she couldn’t explain. The look of surprise that briefly crossed your face before you quickly masked it again was like a drug. She loved it. You hated it.

And that only made it worse. The more you recoiled from her touch, the more she sought to invade your space. It wasn’t enough to merely watch you work from afar or sit beside you in silence during class. Lauren needed to get under your skin. She needed to feel your presence bend to her will, to watch your carefully constructed walls crumble—if only for a second. But even then, after you’d jerk away or give her a startled look, you’d retreat right back into your composed bubble, as if nothing had happened.

For you, it was all so calculated. You were fully aware of her growing obsession and had long since factored it into your life. Lauren McCanister was a variable, one that you could predict with startling accuracy. Her teasing, her bullying, her constant presence—it all fit into a pattern you’d mapped out. You knew when she would approach, how she’d attempt to provoke you, and you knew how to dodge or deflect her efforts. But while you could avoid her words and resist her psychological games, her physical intrusions were more challenging. You’d caught onto her fixation, her fascination with your reactions when she touched you, and it irritated you—not because of the touch itself, but because it broke the flow of your usual, calculated responses.

The unpredictability of physical contact was something you hadn’t fully accounted for. It threw off your mental algorithms, disrupted your focus in ways that frustrated you more than you’d ever admit. But you didn’t show it. You remained the same cool, detached individual, offering her no more than the occasional blink or a calculated word, knowing full well that your lack of emotion was only feeding her obsession.

Lauren, for all her intelligence, had yet to recognize the full extent of your indifference. She misinterpreted your silence as another layer of mystery rather than the simple truth—you did not care. Not about her taunts, her presence, or her obsession. To you, Lauren was another factor in your pursuit of long-term goals, and in that equation, she was useful.

You observed her with cold detachment, analyzing the potential benefits of indulging her obsession. Her intelligence was undeniable, and her genetic lineage is impeccable. A relationship with her could yield favorable outcomes. The idea of manipulating her feelings for your own gain wasn’t off the table either. In fact, you had already begun to calculate the potential benefits of leveraging her obsession for your advantage.

For Lauren, however, the dynamic was far more chaotic. Every interaction with you left her heart pounding, her mind whirling in frustration and excitement. She couldn’t understand why she cared so much, why your calm, unfeeling demeanor pulled at something deep within her. It was like she wanted to break through your walls, not out of malice anymore, but out of a desperate need to see some emotion, to know you were human. The more she failed, the more her obsession grew. You had become a puzzle she couldn’t solve, and that terrified her as much as it thrilled her.

The moment she found out that you had invited her over for an experiment, her heart leaped in a way it never had before. It wasn’t about the science or the experiment itself—no, it was the idea of being in your space, of seeing a part of your life that wasn’t cold and distant like the walls you’d built around yourself. She spent hours planning what to wear, imagining how the evening might unfold, oscillating between fantasies of you opening up to her and the fear that you’d remain as unreadable as ever.

When the time came, and she arrived at your door, her nerves were on edge. She had rehearsed what she would say, how she would act, but all of it fell apart the moment you opened the door with your typical, expressionless gaze. Your monotone greeting sent a shiver down her spine, not because of any warmth or affection, but because of how cold and detached it was. You weren’t just cold—you were calculating, analyzing her every move even now.

“Hello, Lauren. Come in,” you said, your voice devoid of any inflection.

Lauren hesitated, her heart thudding in her chest. She stepped inside, expecting your home to reflect the same cold, sterile environment that you embodied. But instead, the warmth of the decor took her by surprise. The soft lighting, the earthy tones, the subtle scent of lavender—it was all so inviting, so… unexpected.

“You… live here?” she asked, her voice barely concealing the disbelief.

You nodded, walking ahead without turning back to face her. “Yes. I purchased it 3 years ago. A logical decision. My parents' residence did not accommodate the necessary space for my research.”

Lauren’s eyes widened, taking in the realization that you, of all people, had bought a house—at fifteen, no less. It was a shock that rippled through her carefully constructed image of you. She had always known you were brilliant, but this? This was something else entirely.

“And… the decorations?” she asked, still grappling with the contrast between you and your surroundings.

You shrugged, as if it were the most mundane detail in the world. “Warm environments stimulate brain activity. They improve efficiency and productivity.”

That response sent a jolt through Lauren. It was so you—so perfectly logical, so devoid of any personal attachment to the concept of “home.” But to her, it felt like a glimpse behind the curtain, a small window into the way you functioned. It should have made her feel closer to you, but instead, it left her feeling even more out of place. For all her brilliance, for all her attempts to get under your skin, you were always five steps ahead, unbothered by her presence.

You turned to face her, finally acknowledging her with your cold, calculating stare. “Lauren, I invited you here for two reasons,” you began, your voice steady, precise. “The experiment, of course. But also because I am aware of your feelings for me.”

Lauren froze, her entire body tensing as her heart skipped a beat. “What? What do you mean?” Her mind raced, panic bubbling up in her chest. How could you know? How much did you know? Had you seen through her all along?

You took a step closer, your gaze unwavering. “Your obsession has been noted. I’ve analyzed it thoroughly. I have concluded that engaging in a romantic relationship with you will be beneficial.”

Her heart pounded in her ears, the blood rushing to her face as your cold words hit her like a slap. “Beneficial?” she echoed, her voice shaking, a mix of hope and disbelief filling her chest.

You nodded, your tone flat. “Yes. Our combined intellect will produce offspring with a high probability of exceptional intelligence. The genetic benefits are clear.”

Lauren’s breath hitched, her entire body frozen in place as your words washed over her. Was this really happening? You weren’t rejecting her, but… this wasn’t what she had imagined. There was no warmth, no affection, just cold, hard logic. And yet, despite the lack of emotion, her heart swelled with a strange mix of joy and confusion.

You stepped closer again, this time reaching out to her with the same precision you used in everything else. “As per societal norms, I will now engage in a romantic gesture.”

Before she could respond, you leaned in, pressing a brief, mechanical kiss to her cheek. The gesture was clinical, devoid of passion or warmth, and yet, it set her skin on fire. Lauren’s breath caught in her throat, her cheeks burning as she stared at you, wide-eyed and speechless.

You pulled back, your expression unchanged. “This marks the beginning of our relationship.”

Lauren could barely breathe, her mind spinning. You—emotionless you—had just kissed her. But it wasn’t the kiss she had always imagined. It was methodical, planned, like everything else you did. And yet, it meant everything to her.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, her voice shaky, her confidence shattered.

“There is no need for further emotional response,” you replied, stepping back with your usual detachment. “This relationship will serve its purpose. That is all that matters.”

Lauren stared at you, her heart torn between elation and a deep, gnawing sadness. You had given her what she wanted—or at least, what she thought she wanted. But now that she had it, she realized that it wasn’t enough. Not like this. You were still untouchable, unreachable, wrapped in your cold logic. And even though she had won, it felt like a hollow victory.

But she wouldn’t let that stop her. If this was what it took to be with you, then she would take it. She would take whatever pieces of you she could get, even if they were cold and calculating. Because at the end of the day, Lauren McCanister wasn’t just obsessed with breaking down your walls—she was obsessed with you.

You turned away from her, heading toward the table where a complex array of scientific equipment lay waiting, a soft hum of electronics filling the air. “As for the other reason I invited you here tonight,” you said, your voice as flat and methodical as ever. “I require your assistance with an experiment. Your expertise in certain areas will improve the likelihood of success.”

Lauren blinked, her heart still pounding, but the abrupt shift in conversation caught her off guard. Of course, to you, this wasn’t a night of emotional revelations—it was a continuation of your work, and she was merely a useful tool in your grand design. It stung, but she quickly pushed that feeling aside. You needed her. That was enough for now.

Stepping closer to the table, she looked over the experiment you had prepared, her eyes scanning the intricate setup. It was a daunting task—calculations, measurements, and variables that all needed to be meticulously balanced. One wrong move, and the entire thing could fail. And the thought of disappointing you, of failing to live up to your expectations, made her palms sweat.

“I assume you’ve read the documentation I sent you,” you continued, your eyes never leaving the equipment, even when you weren’t looking at her you made her heart skip a beat. “Your role is crucial to this experiment. A miscalculation on your part could result in catastrophic failure.”

Her throat tightened at your words, and her fingers twitched nervously as she glanced down at the tools she would be using. Catastrophic failure. Those words echoed in her mind, amplifying her already racing thoughts. She had always excelled under pressure, but this was different. This was you. She couldn’t afford to make a mistake. Not here. Not now.

“Yes, of course,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady, even though her nerves were fraying at the edges. “I’ve studied it all. I know what to do. I think I also did this with my mom when I was younger.”

But in truth, her confidence was wavering. She had spent hours poring over the documentation you had sent her, but the reality of being here, in the moment, with you watching her so closely, made her doubt every decision. What if she missed something? What if she miscalculated? What if—?

“Excellent. Then begin,” you said, handing her a delicate instrument, your gaze focused and emotionless. “I will monitor the variables.”

Lauren swallowed hard and took the instrument from your hand, her fingers trembling slightly. She forced herself to focus, to push aside the swirling storm of doubt in her mind. This was her moment to prove herself to you, to show you that she could be more than just a pawn in your grand plan. She could be an equal, someone worthy of your attention—your admiration. But what if she were to disappoint you? Would you forgive her? Would you comfort her? Lauren could only wish.

As she began the delicate process of measuring and calibrating, she felt your presence beside her, your eyes watching her every move. The weight of your scrutiny only heightened her anxiety, but she forced herself to keep going, her breath coming in shallow, nervous bursts. She had to do this. She couldn’t fail. Not with you standing so close, your cold, calculating gaze bearing down on her like a spotlight.

The minutes stretched on, each one more tense than the last as Lauren carefully navigated the intricate steps of the experiment. Her hands shook slightly, and she cursed herself internally for every small tremor. She couldn’t afford any mistakes. Her entire body was wound tight with nerves, her heart racing as she made each delicate adjustment.

But then, just as she reached the final step, disaster almost struck. Her hand slipped, the instrument wobbling precariously in her grip. A small gasp escaped her lips as panic surged through her chest. She could already imagine the failure, the disappointment in your eyes, the cold dismissal that would surely follow.

But before she could spiral further, she steadied herself, forcing her hands to stop trembling. Focus, Lauren. Focus. She breathed deeply, centering herself, and carefully, painstakingly, she corrected the error. With a final, precise movement, she completed the task, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest.

“There,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the equipment. “It’s done.”

You approached the experiment, your eyes scanning the results with your usual calm detachment. You checked the readings, ran a quick calculation, and then nodded in approval. “Adequate,” you said, your voice as cold and neutral as ever. “You have performed as expected. The experiment is a success.”

Lauren felt the tension in her chest release all at once, a wave of relief crashing over her. She had done it. She hadn’t failed you. She had proven herself. I’m so awesome and sexy, they have to love me soon. But before she could fully process the moment, you stepped closer, your gaze steady and unreadable.

“Good work,” you said, and before she could react, you leaned in and pressed a quick peck on her lips—a gesture of reward, as emotionless and calculated as everything else you did.

For a split second, Lauren’s world stopped. The brief contact of your lips on hers sent a jolt of electricity through her entire body. Her heart skipped a beat, her mind went blank, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. It wasn’t the passionate, romantic kiss she had dreamed of, but it didn’t matter. You had kissed her. You had touched her. And that alone was enough to send her mind spiraling into chaos.

But as quickly as the moment came, it was over. You pulled back, your expression unchanged, your gaze still cold and detached, as though the kiss had meant nothing to you. And for you, it probably hadn’t. It was merely a gesture, a small acknowledgment of her success. Nothing more.

Lauren stood there, staring at you in stunned silence, her lips still tingling from the contact, her heart racing in her chest. Inside, she was a whirlwind of emotions—elation, confusion, hope, fear. She wanted to scream, to cry, to laugh, all at once. But outwardly, she forced herself to remain composed, to mirror your calm. She couldn’t let you see how deeply that simple kiss had affected her.

You turned back to the equipment, already moving on to the next phase of your work, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. “Prepare the next sequence,” you said, your voice as steady and emotionless as ever.

Lauren blinked, trying to regain her composure, her mind still reeling. She had to remind herself to breathe, to focus. You were already moving forward, and she needed to keep up. But as she turned to follow your instructions, her thoughts kept drifting back to that brief kiss—the first and only sign of affection you had ever given her.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the thrill of the moment lingering long after you had already dismissed it. For you, it had been nothing more than a calculated reward, a logical action in response to her performance. But for her, it was everything. That tiny, fleeting moment of contact had sent her spiraling, her mind spinning with thoughts of what it could mean, what it could lead to.

She knew, deep down, that you didn’t feel the same way she did. You never would. But she couldn’t help but hope—hope that, maybe one day, you might see her as more than just a useful tool, more than just a variable in your equation. Maybe one day, you might feel something, anything, for her.

But for now, she would take what she could get.

#yandere x reader #oc x reader #gn reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere #gender neutral #tw yandere #x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #Lauren McCanister #Love yapped on this one sorry guys :(

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emmyrosee · 2 years ago

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AHHH OKAY I’M SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT HAWKS FOR A SECOND (this one got long I’m so sorry 😭) [also idk if you’ve seen anything of season 6 yet but his ARMS???]

anyway-

I’ve just been. Having SO many thoughts about him okay? so many. The one at the front of my mind right now is him and his wings tho.

His wings. I love. And I love even more the fact that he’d definitely use them to bug you. And give you affection. And be so annoying with them. Cause he’s a little shit. But you love it and he knows.

Everyday you’ll randomly have a feather fly to you and stick with you, providing he’s not in another country. How he’d use it? If he’s feeling playful (most of the time bc have you met him) he’d run it over your skin and neck and collarbones to make you laugh a bit and then hide it in your sleeve so no one could see it and end up embarrassing you. He’d also tap you on the shoulder with it and then hide from you to annoy you.

(…back on my playfighting as the 6th love language agenda but… using his feathers during a play fight when you guys are both home. Such a cute thought!!!)

If he’s feeling romantic, he’d run it over your face all slow and gentle like he’d caress your cheek to let you know he’s missing you a lot. OR he’d wrap it around one of your fingers like a ring to let you know he’s there with you even if he’s not PHYSICALLY there.

Out with your friends? He’s flying the feather all around you to tease you and mess up your outfit a bit. Your friends laugh but they don’t miss how happy you are when you finally get hold of it and mindlessly play with it throughout the day.

If you’re particularly sad when he has to leave for a mission, you usually ask for a feather to carry with you and he’s more than happy to provide.

wrapping his wings around you after you’ve had a long day and just want to hide away. HE LOVES YOU AND WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU.

…this got so long I’m SO sorry I just had too much to write about. I love love love him and I hope you enjoyed this one!!

anon <3

DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST ON A BIKE-

God I’m… I’m so wHIPPED GOD.

As much love and warmth as his wings give you, make you feel so safe and just so secure, they’re also the baNE of your existence. Sure, it’s nice when you’re snuggling, and they close around you, and it’s amazing how beautiful they glimmer in the sunlight. They’re warm, provide you with a feeling of physical and emotional safety, you couldn’t imagine your life without them.

He knows the hold his feathers have on you, that you do adore them and the look of them, so yeah, he’ll sacrifice a few to adorn your fingers, add some oomf to whatever you’re wearing, but more than anything, he loves using said feathers against you.

What sucks, is when he goes into work, and he sends one of his feathers up to wake you if you don’t answer his texts, the plumes tickling up your foot that pokes from the covers until you finally wake up.

SENT you’re such an asshole, let me sleep

Keigo 💍 no can do, baby

I know you need your beauty sleep, but I missed you :)

SENT NEED? EXCUSE YOU?

In play fighting- which is a love language okay I don’t make the rules- when he’s got you pinned under his massive frame, he keeps his golden eyes on your writhing, giggly figure, feather flitting over your body and cheeks and all over. Your shoves at his shoulders do nothing to move him, and he’s so entranced by the sight he barely recognizes the tapping of his wrist to tell him you’re really done, coupled with the giggly whines of surrender.

“You’re such a cheater,” you snicker once he finally stops, the wings that were just torturing you now curled around you in a protective manner. “You have whole ass other weapons, why have we not banned quirks in our fights yet?”

“‘Cause you liiiiiiike it,” he teases, nipping at your neck to make you squeal.

“Shut up.”

HES JUST. GAH-

AND YOURE SO RIGHT, BECAUSE YOU DO LOVE THEM AND HE KNOWS IT, AND HE GETS SCOLDED FOR MISSING ALL OF HIS FEATHERS CONSTANTLY BECAUSE HE LEAVES THEM WITH YOU, AND You’re just like. So sad when he does leave and he has to break it to you that he does need them for this one time, and when your lip starts to wobble and eyes water, he just gnaws at his lip and lets one on each wing go because he’s fuckin’ hawks, he doesn’t need all his feathers what do they think this is?

And the feathers are juuuuust enough to comfort you while he’s gone.

That same feeling of the plumes over your feet in the morning. The way he rubs your cheek mimicked by the softness. The poke on one shoulder to dart away playfully and keeping you from boredom. Ruffling your hair when you go out and hiding away when you try to chase it. The feeling of it draping over your waist to copy his arm over your waist. Wiping your tears when you’re on the phone with him.

“I miss you,” you choke, and before you can reach up to wipe your swelling eyes, his feather does it for you with the softest touch, and you chuckle and nuzzle into the softness. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he hums. “Just don’t blow your nose into it.”

Keigo knows how to take care of you. There’s nothing you wouldn’t trust him with, he knows you and what you need like the back of his hand, and his feathers sometimes are just the best methods to show you that. Even if he’s not physically there, he’s always got something looking out for you.

But even you can’t deny how much you love when he comes home, immediately catching you in his arms when you run into them, his wings enclosing you both in a private manner.

“You’re here,” you whimper, kissing all over his face.

“I am, baby.” He fluffs his feathers out for warmth and for that familiar safe feeling as he uses his muscle memory to get through the house, not daring to think about letting you go or down.

He just loves to keep you happy. At the end of the day, that’s what it comes down to. if he has his choice, it’ll be him doing it, but on the not-so rare occasion he won’t be there to, his feathers provide just enough of his presence to keep you going and swooning.

Okay- Maybe you could live without them flying down your shirt in search of sensitive areas.

But that’s all part of the package.

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joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh · 15 days ago

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Caught up on this, woo. I think I'm leaning between mixed and still good. Borrowing this word choice from the oomf Jane, the first episode very much has a dignity to it - there's some well executed comedy in there, mainly with Takahashi's introductory scene, but the show takes itself seriously and plays itself quite straight, and even gets downright emotional in the final scene of that first episode with Machina showing off her apartment.

The second episode then was a step down in a lot of ways, turning back to a lot of your rather trite isekai staples - play up Maou's love of Veltol and even do a rivalry bit with Takahashi, wax poetic about the glory of a tracksuit, and ending with getting Veltol into streaming. I think the show has good presentation and some of these scenes have pretty good comedic chops such that I was still enjoying myself somewhat, but somewhat disappointing coming off of that first episode.

I think that the third episode however, kinda brought it back a little bit, maybe even struck a balance? Comedic chops hit a little harder this time - "let's see how much my power has been restored with my million subscribers" being quite a funny line in context - but you've got more of the actual plot and characterisation stuff coming back in stronger force, such as Veltol's meeting with the now eternally young Hero Gram. Although having said that it still sort of drags itself down a little bit with some ecchi jokes - like I'm not here to be a prude or anything but that aforementioned dignity is sort of gone here in favour of things you'd see in any other seasonal slop isekai. It's weird. I don't think as a series its abandoned its strengths or anything yet and despite occasionally somewhat wonky artwork I do think the presentation is pretty strong, although I just get the sense that like. I suppose the series I expected to be getting and enjoying isn't fully there, although what we're getting instead is still pretty good? But I wish it was closer to that initial idea as presented in the first episode. Idk. It's a whole thing.

But I mean, as you can see it's still in watching. That's not always a guarantee so. We'll take it.

#maou 2099 #29.10.24

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joesalw · 1 year ago

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The thing about taylor mimicing whoever she starts dating is so accurate. I became a stan during the folklore/evermore stage, and now i am just standing here thinking "what the fuck"

And also, stanning TS is a hell of a drug???? Like, idk what they are putting in it because ever since i stopped "stanning" her it is almost as if a veil is being lifted from my face?

Not only is it apparent that she is horrible and vile and possibly a narcissist with a teenager's emotional maturity, her music also sounds trash! Lines that I used to find oh so endearing now sound like a crime against the english language

But yeah, totally here to see even more ex-swifties realise they don't really like the "real" TS, and who they liked was who she was with Joe...

"stanning TS is a hell of a drug"

Past me would've dragged the hell out of antis because that's how obsessed I was with her. There was this emotional urge of defending my favourite artist because she was the most innocent and oppressed person to ever exist in this planet😭, never gonna forget the day when she dropped ME! with that basic ass music video and I pretended to like it because seeing bad reviews might hurt her. I also dragged anybody who said they didn’t like the song and my other oomfs were doing the same. 😭😭😭 Now that I'm not a stan anymore, I can see the black and white pattern in their behavior so clearly because I have been there once...and it's embarrassing.

#anti swifties #swifties dni

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littlefirefox · 3 months ago

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20 Writer Questions

Tagged by the amazing, the wonderful, the talented @taumoebaa (ily oomf🫶🏻)

1. Total number of AO3 works?

39 (with like double in WIPS 🫣)

2. Total AO3 word count?

230,598 👁️👄👁️

3. Fandoms I’ve written in?

oh boy. Uhhh recently (like 5 years) has been Smosh, DreamSMP and Fourth Wing, as those are the most prominent on my AO3. If I️ still had my Quotev account (the place before AO3) there was definitely Warrior Cats and One Direction back when I️ was 11-13 years old or so. There was probably a murky time in like 2014-2015 where i wrote Hetalia fanfiction on WattPad? But I️ haven’t touched wattpad with a ten-foot pole since then.

4. Top 5 Fics by Kudos

1- Would You Follow Me? (DreamSMP)

2- Family Are The Brothers We Found Along the Way (DreamSMP AU)

3- Half Past 3, How Are You? (DSMP AU)

4- Parental Advisory (DSMP AU)

5- The Hair Dye Incident (DSMP AU)

Mainly because when I️ wrote these, it was at the HEIGHT of the DSMP days and that fandom was… something… It was also the most I’ve written in forever.

5. Do I️ respond to Comments?

I️ try to! I️ respond to about 80-90% of comments as I️ do love getting them and getting that sweet sweet validation.

Gimme all the comments and validation and I️ will love you forever tbh! I️ write for myself but I️ also love to know if people are actually enjoying my work as well, helps justify it when the self-critic is being too loud.

6. What has the angstiest ending?

Parental Advisory most likely. Though Storm in the Pouring Rain is gearing up to be a heartbreaker! 🫡

7. What has the happiest ending?

Would You Follow Me! I️ have a little soft spot for this fic tbh even though I️ don’t interact with, watch or really even follow along DSMP content creators. It’s a sweet little fic!

I️ also love Quiet Day In as well, because it’s just soft and fluffy and cute! No stress, no qualms. Just love and affection and comfort 🥺

8. Have I️ received hate?

Hmm I’ve had criticism that I️ didn’t want or ask for, of which was very nicely put but was just unwarranted tbh. 99.9% of people who have read my stuff are very sweet and very kind. There’s been some comments way back in ye olden days where there was more criticism, mainly just because of how young I️ was when I️ started writing and the internet wasn’t as chill.

9. Do I️ write smut? And what kind?

Like once. I hated it and I’m so tempted to orphan that fic anyways because I️ don’t like it. I️ will probably never write it again tbh because I️ just don’t like writing it. Reading and writing it myself are two different things in my brain.

10. Do I️ write crossovers?

Nah, not really my cup of tea. It’s too much to juggle and I️ don’t really like crossover fics that I️ have read, so I️ don’t read them.

11. Have I️ ever had a fic stolen?

Probably. Honestly it would have been when way back in like 2012-2014 era of writing tbh.

12. Have I️ ever had a fic translated?

I️ think someone has offered to translate a fic of mine but it never came about from what I️ know. I️ exist in a bubble tbh.

13. Have I️ ever co-written a fic?

I️ think so?? When I️ was much much younger in my writing style, I️ think I️ co-wrote a warrior cats fanfic?? I have done a “finish the fic” story with one of my mutuals a while ago, if that counts.

14. What is my all-time favorite ship?

Besties idk! I have jumped through so many fandoms in the time I’ve been in fandom that I️ have no clue what my all time favorite ship could possibly be. I️ just love fan works and appreciate the time and effort that goes into them.

15. A WIP I️’ll never finish?

Anything critical role related. I️ was in a two year writing slump and I️ started and quit a dozen fics when I️ was neck deep into C2.

16. Writing Strengths?

Probably fluff scenes in my opinion. Anything with a lot of prose and descriptives!

I️ also love writing angst and the hurt/comfort. The tumultuous emotions with an aching want to be held softly and treated like something precious. Mmm I️ love it!

17. Writing Weaknesses?

Fight scenes or anything really action packed. It’s surprisingly hard to make them flow without seeming repetitive or monotonous in my own experience.

Also smut scenes. Can’t write them to save my life. It’s for the same reasons as fighting scenes. It’s the same repetitive words and emotions that I️ just prefer skipping over them.

18. Do I️ like foreign language dialogue?

I️ think it’s fantastic! Love the incorporation of foreign languages whether it’s translated to English or not.

19. First Fandom I️ wrote for?

Oh boy… I️ think it was either Warrior Cats way back in like 2011??? That or twilight self-insert in that same era. 👀

20. Favorite fic Ive written?

My current WIP, Storm in the Pouring Rain is one that I️ am loving right now. It’s my baby! Otherwise, I️ love the style and flow of Half Past 3, How are You.

It’s hard for me to pick favorites, because they all reflect really well on where I️ am in my life, and they are all products of myself so I️ like most of my fics. Some are silly, some are sweet and some are really in-depth character studies or angst fics. They all bring a little something to my life that I️ love and appreciate.

I’m tagging: @dostthouhavekittens @dont-fold-the-pages @mangopit if you want to! Idk any other writers who haven’t already done this tbh so Otherwise it’s open to anyone who wants to do this

#writing #tagged #writer tag game #lynn rambles

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gynandromorph · 1 year ago

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Hey Jessie question;

Does Jessie consider Samwich a prophet? I get the feeling (and correct me if I'm wrong) that Samwich was chosen to be raised up less out of deliberate choice and more they were the ant Jessie happened to choose. While I feel like Samwich considers themselves a prophet, or at least a clergyant, of Jessie, does Jessie reciprocate in the act of being the Prophets God? Or does she just continue life and Samwich watches from the sidelines? If the former, how does Jessie react to someone with the blind devotion of a prophet? If the latter, does Samwich understand they are not part of Jessie's life at all?

And;

I keep thinking about the panel from the Shiloh soda comic where Shiloh is finally commanded to get the pop. The fact it's right->left to show the uncanny nature of the act. Shiloh's withering expression. The fact they're arguing over a problem Jessie created and then had to solve. The fact the solution is disatisfactory being reflected in layout and design. It's such a good character moment for the both of them. Makes me mental. Scratches the good parts of my brain. I like it

i think jessie doesn't consider samwich a prophet, and probably doesn't think of them much outside of when they insert their presence directly in front of her. a prophet imo would need to act as a mediator between God and the masses to deliver info that God won't, for some reason, just communicate to everyone directly. to jessie, sam is probably more like a spider she sees in the corner of her room; she knows she's not supposed to want to kill it, and it's probably catching bugs she doesn't want to deal with, and also it's more effort than she wants to put forth to go kill it. later in the comic, she might see sam as vaguely friend-shaped due to their constant availability to provide unrequited and unconditional emotional support while jessie ruins her relationship. to sam, they might be closer to an apostle or missionary than a prophet. their relationship is not particularly special from jessie's point-of-view, which has always been abundantly clear to samwich.

that is to say that sam would function exactly the same regardless of whether they ever had direct contact with jessie or not, whereas a prophet would not be able to... prophesize without some form of contact from god. jessie's actions naturally insinuate her beliefs and psychology, like above, which sam has spent hundreds of hours collecting info on and poring over, then distilling the deductions and promulgating them. i definitely think they self-identify as clergy (although idk if jessie sees any of them in such an official light, they are all just oomf's to her or something even in person).

also yeah i noticed it read RTL and i just did not feel like drawing two separate panels instead. i liked shiloh's extremely subtle smirks too much to sacrifice it and try to redraw it, specifically.

#idletry spoilers #godheadcanons

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iheartsyaosaku · 1 year ago

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Clear card pros and cons (that i can remember i need to reread it again)

Pros:

SYAOSAKU DATING ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

idk more content around our fave characters (though not as much but take it as you will)

The wierd ass technology update all of a sudden everyone has iphones (minus syaoran)

It picked up from the og ending where syaoran comes back from hong kong

SYAOSAKU DATING 🥹🥹🥹

SYAOSAKU WENT ON A DATE ‼️‼️

Unlocked sakura new swag (at the cost of ending her cardcaptor retirement…)

(Anime only) english dub actors of trc syaosaku voice ccscc syaosaku i thought that was pretty cool (syaoran sounds like maybe he went through puberty a little too early but thats okay)

(Anime only) SYAORAN SPEAKS FRENCH IN THE ENGLISH DUB

cute art style

Maybe just me but sometimes i get a little emotional seeing sakura in her daily life in middle school because its like !! Wow i remember when you were in 4th grade and now you’re in 7th grade im so proud of you sakura 🥹

Momo (new mascot to make marketable plushie off of)

(Anime only) MEILING COMEBACK ‼️

THE SYAOSAKU SONG HOSHI NO TEGAMI 😭😭😭😭😭 BEST SONG EVERRRR WTF SYAORANS SINGING VOICE IS SO!:?:)/$/? THEYRE SUCH A GOOD DUET

SYAOSAKU DATING. Btw. Theyre a couple. Theyre dating and theyre in love.

Cons:

KAITO.

New characters who happen to be mediocre

Akiho is literally just a carbon copy of sakura who is just sad (they refused to touch on the different aspects of her like reading books, singing and from kong kong only very rarely)

Kaito fucking sucks literally worst ccs of all time and THATS A LOT saying theres literal PEDOS in the fucking show but theyre all background characters but they can also piss off

Tbf i got confused along the way

Too many plot holes

Syaosaku angst

Syaosaku couldnt touch for a while 😔

Anyway why did yelan do that (referring to point above)

Some shit does not make sense

Tsubasa/xxxholic references (this is for you oomf)

Syaoran???? Is part of the “im keeping things from sakura” gang???? And it sucks so bad (yes it got resolved in the later half BUT IT STILL SUCKED)

TOO MANY THINGS KEPT FROM SAKURA JUST TELL HER DAMN

pushes most characters from the og manga aside to focus on akiho and that man 🙄🙄🙄

Clamp forces us to care about them but in reality we really do not gaf

(In reference to point above) Clamp sees that and pushes the nostalgia tactics/references sometimes and its lowkey tiring

The part where the syao/saku/tomo were reminiscing that fuck ass teacher made me ill i genuinely wanted to kms

Still hasnt gotten rid of their p*do ass shit thanks clamp very cool (sarcasm)

Did i mention that the og characters were pushed back? Because they really were

Akiho felt more of the main character of this story instead of sakura

Tbh not much happened in the entirety of this manga ESPECIALLY considering time shenanigans

Im still mad that syaoran hid stuff from sakura tbh

HOW CAN I FORGET THE UGLY ASS “YUNAAKI IS SIMILAR TO SYAOSAKU” PARALLELS AND HOW BADLY IT PISSES ME OFF

syaosaku dont look but theres an ugly bitch trying to be like you (yunaaki)

Yunaaki becoming borderline canon despite it being a toxic and p*dophilic ship

Kaito still exists in this fucking story and got a somewhat happy ending (befriending syaoran dont piss me the fuck off)

COMPARING KAITO TO SYAORAN KYS @ CLAMP

Kero/tomoyo/yue/nakuru/spinnel basically everyone magically involved is pushed back basically useless until the final act (i think i mentioned the character pushback before)

Still major plotholes

Yamazaki tells the truth now

Touya got whitewashed

Akiho still has too many similarities to sakura it still pisses me off. Why cant they make her her own character

My girl sakura developed anxiety

MY BOY SYAORAN DEVELOPED DEPRESSION

angsty ass middle schoolers

Didnt like the scene where sakuras grandad was basically throwing shade at syaoran comparing his romance with sakura to … sakura’s fuckass dad grooming her mom. What

Syaoran calmed down a bit i miss when he was chaotic af but whatever #middleschoolerthings

Season 2 is taking forever to release good lord

#thats about it i can think for now #if i remember i’ll probably add more idk #clear card spoilers #thoughts

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theskyexists · 11 months ago

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The Church on Ruby Road

So I watched the first episode. RTD is a good writer. He's simply. A good writer. He puts in pieces, the pieces come together, they make sense and emotional sense.

It was very silly. I loved his classic tricks for the Doctor. Implying he's a bit more magic if you just meet him. Because he knew. He knew the glass was going to fall. Knowing the police officer's gf is going to say yes, knowing the guys going to propose at all. TIME LORD. He just shows up - he's somehow there every time.

Disdain for other time travellers. Nice. Near Instant understanding of new technologies (because he's an alien genius scientist what have you - god how I HATED the absence of that in chibs' work, the reversal of that! For the female doctor!!!!) Rope language. Very cool little worldbuilding.

The CRAZY goblin stuff lol. They looked enormously good. And the song! Lol

The setup for the gloves, Chekhov's gloves. Pieces come together.

And the whole episode about A CLASSIC CHRISTMAS THEME time story - how much worse would the world be without you in it? Alternate history. A wonderful companion introduction. And a great embedding in family. I always love RTD for that. The mundane is fully fleshed out.

Gatwa did a GREAT classic Doctor. The running through corridors, the joy at the weirdness of the world even if it wants to kill you, the crying. God I LOVE that RTD is going with the timeless child - I LOVE what he's doing with it. It's such a great idea and he's doing it justice - he's themed the companion around it - he's built in a mystery to the companion which reflects the Doctor's. And a moment which emphasises that the Doctor COULD find out about Ruby's mother - but doesn't...

Wonderful grandma running gag tea joke. Not killing the goblins but destroying them... Probably. Always an interesting ambiguity there from RTD I think - which sometimes turns into explicit hypocrisy

The companion I think is.... Generic. I mean the acting is generic the dynamic is generic. About Amy level for me personally. I really really loved it when they were bickering - that's when they really had a spark, and when Ruby got some oomf. The one braincell improvising between them also lol

Great climactic suspense,great foreshadowed solution, great emotional moment when the Doctor puts her bacK . GREAT emotional moment when we see how Carla and her mum are doing without her. So many lives... Really loved the moment when the coincidences keep mounting and thunder keeps cracking also.

I really hope Ruby wins me over because she hasn't quite yet. she's just so... Idk generic British girl I guess. The pacing was a bit weird at times... And their first meeting didn't quite do it for me...idk. but they got better

It's interesting, I did miss thirteen era a bit. There was something very... Hmmm. Close. To it. And I don't mean the shots.. very raw somehow. While this is very much a NARRATIVE. Trade-offs i guess

#my stuff #personal #vidi #ruby road #dw

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my-secret-diary-about-you · 4 days ago

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man im really typing my fingers off in here so update i got to talk to you over mahjong today and i swear i was not planning on sending pics BUT you brought up the bunny costume anddddddd my mind wandered and you also DID post that picture with your hair and i wanted to get back at you for dropping that knowing full well how id feel about it IDK.. i guess i just wanted to feel wanted by you in some way even if it isnt a romantic one…

playing valorant was fun and i was so

OKAY EMERGENCY UPDATE:

we are talking abut me visiting right now and i am just spilling my guts because i dont know how else to respond. playing valorant with you and hanging out with oomfs to support them and joking around and saying hi to each other on the map and feeling proud in front of you and seeing you get excited and pop off makes me want to yell i love you so much, can you imagine how it feels to have you say you wish it wasnt online like god damn my head is burning i am so tense from just sheer emotion god i could just die right now feeling so close to my little fantasy of someone as beautiful and genuine as you finding your own feelings for me. i dont want to think more about it i dont want to keep playing a game i want you to be in my arms i want to feel your hair i want to look you in the eyes and tell you that everything is going to be okay and that you already are such a beautiful woman and that its okay to feel the way you do right now its hard but its so worth fighting for

but we are at a point where you bring up a really valid point. what is someone supposed to do when confronted with these feelings? what do you do when someone holds so much yet you hold comparatively little for them? i tried answering as honestly as i can

i guess its sort of clear now. yeah i really do care about you so much im really glad its apparent how hard i try to be fair despite holding all these emotions for you. im also cooked. its like 8am and my parents keep asking me to go to sleep earlier. but duuuuude who gives a fuck im young dumb and in fucking love. i cant wait to visit you because i think we both know how much we want it to happen. i need to sleep badly. i will write more later. but i love you so much it makes me want to cry sometimes

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princesspastarave · 7 months ago

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dear diary for the first time in 813 days i didn’t panic call the cops on oomf or sob so hard i vommed listening 2 their thoughts on d34th instead i was able 2 have a Real convo ab it without shutting down or changing the topic which !!!!

i also ate flatbread w my mommy n told her ab 🥅’s babie :/ 4 once in her life she was not Mad n says i am Not catholic guilt eldest girlfail 4 i am “as long as u get home safe now” girlboss :”)

idk if it’s watching awsten become more comfy w himself on tour or chappell’s music but the more shit i find the easier i can accept the reality of how He took advantage of my naivety and compulsion 4 safety. it’s harrowing but comforting in knowing it isn’t a singular experience.

i’m Angry and it’s strange. a very new emotion i’ve never allowed 2 feel about anything ever and now that i can without any1 pulling the “do u rly wanna be like her” card or feigning fear i feel liberated. the rage in no way diminishes the new love in my heart i am as miserable as i am magical and i can still care for and protect my people and be livid at the scene god i am finally fucking free.

no more excuses 4 people that hurt me no more waiting around. i don’t need 2 be a bigger person or forgive or wait 4 better i don’t owe anyone shit anymore !!

i even had oomfie help me w my hair and zip my dress the other day n even though i flinched i didn’t kick her or scream this time which makes me really really happy :”>

i’m so excited 4 this weekend !! i ordered purple beads n picky comes home next week n i’m renewing my lenses finally god bless aries szn 🙏

#vent post #🥅#🐌#🪐

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applepies-and-starlight · 8 months ago

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FauSang? I'm not sure I ship it but I like their connection as the Two Smart Sinners.

Buy 1 get 1 free special!

I love the art of them tumblr has to offer, but honestly it doesn't compell me much, again with the cool bird analogy for Rodigreg, just with more bias (though this may be because i'm very tired and my emotions are dulled idk i'll update this if so)

I can see them bonding over discussing Smart Things together though so that's why they're high on the sense scale

But of course, I can't talk about this ship without talking about Fausangclair, primarily because it was technically my gateway ship to this one

Does it make sense? Absolutely not. What am I compelled by? Bias, delusion, a Dream, and oomf.

(I have an oomf who's an irl friend, we watched the Sinners get revealed one by one on twitter, and oomf immediately took to kinning/irl'ing Faust, then a few days later said that, in a bout of divine madness, he found out that Faust, Sinclair, and Yi Sang are in a polycule)

#apple asks #ship chart #faust oomf said this waaay before the promo videos btw #implying he actually saw the mirror world where kraust existed (they tend to get source mems) but didn't realize it #probably idk #i just think it's funny he shipped fauclair and then we have kraust and nclair #edit: i'd like to mention that around the time faust oomf irl'd faust they started speaking in 3rd person #for no particular reason aside from their own comfort #not exactly related i just think it's another addition to the string of funny coincidences

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lifesver · 23 days ago

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oomf did ask why i picked pisces so buckle in im about to yap-

so his canon is that he's a taurus, which is like, fine, i can see it. typically described as loyal, down-to-earth, reliable, honest and kinda hard-headed. like i can totally see that interpretation and i also think leland can be described as most of those things, but taurus are also sometimes described as jealous, aggressive, selfish, and controlling. which i simply do not vibe with for leland.

but i also kind of know that they picked taurus bc of his power. yk... bull... knocking people over... i was like don't pmo gun i know you didn't think about their personalities like that LMAOO so i will admit part of it was a spite change.

but anyway i decided to go with pisces for leland bc i think it's a little bit of a subversion from what gun sometimes seems like they're trying to do w him. i feel like they didn't really explore subverting the whole tough guy jock/Boyfriend Character Standin trope much. or they got very close to it, but can never stick the landing with what we've seen from their lore. i think that honestly the voice actor gave the potential/gave me the idea that leland is just, super sensitive and emotional. he is so sweet to everyone in a way you would maybe not expect from his character archetype normally, and he's also like. ok listen he's kind of babygirl when he sounds like he's 2 seconds from tears in every other voiceline. as a pisces myself, i am also always 2 seconds from tears-

pisces are generally loyal, intuitive, compassionate, wear their hearts on their sleeves, and throw themselves into caring for others, often at the expense of themselves. pisces can also be overthinkers, people-pleasers, self-depreciating, and pushovers to avoid inconveniencing others. forgive too easily, have a martyr complex, and are overly emotional/oversensitive. i'd say the only usual major trait he isn't so much is like creative. though he is imaginative. i hc him being into all kinds of fiction and reading. another one of those 'you might not have expected it from him' type things.

the more i explored writing him, the more i tapped into his sensitivity and idk, the idea that he has a lot of emotional intelligence. a golden popular boy, who might be sort of cringe and pathetic in reality, but also giving him the range to have this unexpected depth and idk, sympathy? i personally love when characters are empathetic and soft but also the protector, yk? to me his core character is a kindhearted boy next door, who will do anything for his friends, and who is disentangling himself from the expectations of others and his own insecurities.

ig in short i was sort of ): about how gun talked about him just, being some guy who's not even good enough at anything to do it in college and his whole thing seemed to revolve around being strung along by a pretty girl. and i just thought that was mean spirited in a way? (for both characters fwiw). so i wanted to take some of that 'just ken' type bullshit and give it a little more love. the narrative themes i look at with him are love, devotion, sacrifice, and "doing the right thing".

as for the starsign of it all, i don't think that starsigns always indicate the kind of person you are, it is in fact pseudo science LMAO but i like to select them very specifically for my muses, because it helps me build out their personalities in more depth. it's a fun little writing exercise. anyway sorry for the novel it will happen again

me every time i remember i made leland a pisces instead of a taurus: i'm so fucking right and smart

#this is long and went on a separate tangent oh god #me reading both leland and myself tbh #like yes i will project bc i knew i empathized and resonated w this silly horror game jock for a reason-

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