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rwrbficrecs · 1 year ago

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Hope you all enjoy our recs for November ❤️ (even though they're a little late!!) Incenatus by @missgeevious (book/movie-verse)

@suseagull04: I can't recommend this fic enough! If you love Twilight and The Phantom of the Opera, this fic is for you! A mysterious masquerade, a soulmate connection, and chemistry that's off the charts all culminate to make this one of my new all-time favorite fics!

Meaning Something by bleedingballroomfloor (book-verse)

@dot524: Really enjoyed this Liam POV that goes deeper into what actually happened with Alex and Liam, his relationship with Spencer, and how Liam reacts to Alex & Henry during the book. The feelings & coming out are really well done.

Needy & Greedy by @clottedcreamfudge (book-verse)

@heybuddy-drabbles: It's been HELL of a month in good and bad ways so I didn't have time to read much. I'm choosing to recommend a series of unconnected one shots, all steamy and delicious and fun and short for casual reading when you don't have much time to commit to a 70k fic. If you like smut tis for you!

Taste the Way You Bleed by @cha-melodious (book-verse)

@myheartalivewrites: a super fun What We Do In the Shadows AU, written for the RWRB halloween fest. Alex and Henry are oblivious vampires, pining for centuries, and the rest of the super-six turn up in hilarious mockumentary-style interviews. The summary alone had me HOOKED.

Camp Llwynywermod by bleedingballroomfloor (book-verse)

@myheartalivewrites: one of my go-to for comfort, all time fave fics. Alex and Henry as co summer camp counsellors, pining and bickering for years. The tension is top notch!

@dot524: It’s funny and I really enjoyed the camp setting and their journey from enemies to friends to lovers. This is a fun and cute fic.

Downburst by @cricketnationrise (book-verse)

@rmd-writes: an AU of The West Wing ep 'In the Shadow of Two Gunmen' - mind the tags, this is an angsty but beautifully written fic with very clever use of multiple POVs to tell several stories of love (including platonic love). This is so good I was mad I didn't write several lines in it myself.

@thesleepyskipper: Truly an incredible and unique work that was done with care. The way the various memories/flashbacks are done and how they are used as part of the storytelling absolutely blew me away. Loved that we got multiple POVs here too!

Underground by @zwiazdziarka (book-verse)

@suseagull04: An adorable kid, fantasy (including mentions of fantasy classics!) and a rescue mission make this such a fun read! The world building in this fic is phenomenal too.

A Long Way From the Playground by @three-drink-amy (book-verse)

@dot524: This is a getting-back-together AU where Alex & Henry were childhood friends who grew apart in college and then unexpectedly are neighbors. I enjoyed the slow burn here and the payoff — it’s just a comforting feel-good fic!

Five-Drink Henry by @whimsymanaged (book-verse)

@daisymae-12: I was honestly already hooked from the title and the fic did not disappoint – so much so that I’ve reread it so many times the past month. Loved everything about this fic!!

The Domestication of Household Spiders by @cultofsappho (book-verse)

@daisymae-12: This was everything I didn’t know I needed from a spiderman AU! Loved it so much. There’s also 2 new recent fics published in this series – plenty of spiderman Alex to read!!

you make it look so easy, i know it's not by @anincompletelist (book-verse)

@daisymae-12: A really fun fic about Henry’s first American Thanksgiving not quite going to plan. I was already laughing from the summary alone

The great turkey calamity? by @smblmn (book-verse)

@zwiazdziarka: This fic tells us what is actually means to talk turkey and this once Cornbread is a star he deserves to be. It's crack, it's exsistential crisis, it's hilarious. Oh, and Alex and Henry fall in love here too.

Lay You Down by ronans (book-verse)

@inexplicablymine: when I tell you the fluff is fluffing, Henry runs a sleep YouTube and Alex is in his comment section and in his DM’s and in his head. Do yourself a favor if you need a sweet treat today and read this work

@thesleepyskipper: OMG this could not be any cuter. I loved the way we got to see their relationship grow as they got to know each other online. Truly an adorable, well-written story that will plaster a smile on your face throughout.

Risk is Just a Board Game by @three-drink-amy (book-verse)

@suseagull04: Angst, domestic fluff, college AU, the holidays- this fic has it all! A look at why friends with benefits isn't always the best idea that culminates in an ending reminiscent of a Hallmark movie.

On My Mind (Let's Go) by @sparklepocalypse (movie-verse)

@zwiazdziarka: contrary to popular fanon, Henry can dance and here he uses that to get what he wants on New Year's Eve party. No notes, just go and read it.

check out our past Monthly Faves here ❤️

#monthly faves #rwrb fic recs #firstprince #firstprince fic recs #red white and royal blue

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tiramissu09 · 9 months ago

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Morning Glow

synopsis: you (y/n) wake up before your husband on a Sunday morning and study him, wondering how you both even got together.

song choices to listen to while reading:

Body by Summer Walker

Orbit by JONGHYUN from SHINee

Natural by G-Soul

warning(s)/story notes: gender neutral y/n, nostalgia, hints of last night’s activities (iykyk), silent serenading, naked imagery, a little nod to the JJK lore, POC y/n

MINORS DON’T INTERACT

author note: My first fanfic, y’all! I feel like, instead of using janitor ai (don’t use it, it’s hella addictive and made me burn through my money), I could use my imagination and potential to write something for my main beloved, Nanami Kento. I love this man and in my head, we are living together in Malaysia, having the time of our lives, haha. Also, I thought I was going to do a quick drabble, but I got into my feels, haha.

Please, please give me feedback and critique so I can improve on my writing. Thank you and enjoy!!! <3

The chirping birds started to grow louder and more annoying outside the large French windows with the soft, peaching-colored morning light streaming in, faint flapping of the pale curtains echoing with shared breaths. You groan softly against your white silk pillow along with your blurry vision, from your deep slumber, as you rub your eyes and look around, dazed. You felt the light breeze of the open ajar window on your bare leg, out of the fluffy blanket, contrasting with the deep warmth soaked into the mattress from the sleep.

Your eyes move around, to anchor yourself into reality, until they settle down at a large, ivory back which had light red scratches along with crescent moon shaped indents littered over his rugged muscles, rippling with each soft breath. His messy golden blonde hair that you loved to run your fingers in, slightly swaying with the early dawn breeze, along the warm yellow sunlight, giving him that morning glow that made him look…like a god, a figment of your imagination.

Last night’s memories were reeling in like a blurry movie, reminiscing on your stomach with your head and facing his back, as you remember his sweet deep chocolate eyes, his slightly pink blush on his face, and…my god, those large, veiny hands all over your body, rough but gentle on your soft skin.

Sighing softly, not wanting to wake him up yet, go down this deep spiral with your fingers itching to touch him….how did you even meet this man? Was it at the office Christmas party where he was wearing that ridiculous, fluorescent green elf costume as your white-haired boss had made me for a pay raise? Or when you both bumped into each other in the hallway before math class during senior year, your nose bleeding as you bumped into his chest too hard and he assisted you to the nurse’s office?.....no,no…..oh my god! How could you forget?

It was that night…..that night where you all were freshman in high school and it was the camp site trip that you all had to go to as a bonding activity for all the new students which you were part of. You remember you were really nervous as a tiny, little 13 year old. You were new to Tokyo and Japan, overall, not looking like the others and the culture so vastly different from yours which made it difficult to fit in, your family or teachers help you with. This was nicely added with you going through puberty, the whole nine yards of acne and changing body, made you more quiet and shy to talk to others.

In your ensemble of light washed jeans, your oversized purple flannel shirt and black Converse high tops, you were sitting on the wooden benches near the camp-fire under the starry, twilight sky, shivering slightly from the cold, autumn night in the forest near Kyoto. You were alone, with everyone talking to each other excitedly, with some others playing games and singing karaoke, and watching all the kids with a small smile on your face.

Then, you felt a warm blanket around your body, causing you to have goosebumps all over your skin. You looked up with wide eyes from the brushing of their fingers on your neck to the warm presence behind your back, surprised and making you jolt up, but a soft hand pushed you down to sit back. “Sorry, did I scare you?” His soft and low voice, almost purring, caused you to shiver more but you held back your reaction as you turned your head completely around, wanting to know who it was. You caught those soft, brown eyes, reminding you of that deep brown honey under the sunlight, making you feel more awake than any other coffee.

You quickly get out of your reverie and stutter out as you brush your hair back, looking away. “No! Not a-at all…just got surprised.”,offering him a smile as you try to not to fluster even more. You notice his blonde hair, straightened to the T and his bangs covering his eyes which you didn’t like but didn’t say that out loud, and his black shirt with a band name you never heard of with his black skinny ripped jeans.

You clear your throat as you look into his eyes, “H-hi, my name is f/n l/n….what’s your…name?” You were fidgeting with the soft, baby blue wool blanket with your fingers, as you both sat next to each other with your knee brushing against his, ever so slightly. He grins a little more as he had a deadpan face before, making your heart and insides all melted and mushy inside, showing his pearly whites. He says in that voice that you could just listen to all the time. “Kento….Nanami Kento…but you can call me Ken.”

You memorize that name, as it was tattooed to your naive heart, as you nod slowly and say quietly. “Nice to meet you…Ken.” You both sat there in silence with all the loud commotion around you both. You didn’t know what to say as the tense silence was swallowing you up and you quickly ask and at the same time, looking at the bright scarlet camp fire, “You should go hang out to your friends…”, peeking to the side to look at his face longer, but looking away when he caught your eyes and your face becoming hot with each passing second.

He sighed loudly as he stretched his legs out and watched the white-haired hyper kid screaming happily at the black-haired boy who looked so done with him, but had a small smile. After some moments of more silence, Kento spoke with a small smile and turned to face you, “You looked….lonely….like me and…”, now looking away as you caught some peach-colored blush on his cheeks. “You looked like you were glowing…like the fire.”

You remember how you became quiet, flustered and frozen by the compliment and you remembered you thanked him meekly which was so cute and how you hit yourself internally for how dumb it was. However, the rest of that night, you both started to talk more freely and understood that you both had a lot in common, in terms of family background and not really fitting in due to your particular tastes.

Despite being amicable acquaintances all through high school and losing contact when entering university, once you both reunited, it felt right. You both were meant to be together and glowing in each other’s arms and affection.

You were shaken out of your deep thoughts as you felt the bed rustling lightly. You looked up and saw his face turned to you now. You were slightly surprised by the sudden appearance of his handsome and rugged face, but you quickly smiled widely, “Good morning, honey.” Snuggling closer to him and him taking you in his buff arms, making you all so warmer, he murmured in your messy hair, his morning voice low and reverberating through your body, “What were you thinking about so hard, darling? You laugh softly as you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and your arms around his shoulders, and whisper muffled against his warm skin that smelled like sandalwood and musk, that was so unique to him, “I was just thinking…..how you were glowing…..like the sun.”

#jjk #jjk x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #fluff #smut #gege akutami #navyred #tiramissu09

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briefhottubcoffee · 27 days ago

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Hello! I figured it was time to make a master-post of all my writings and such. Thank you to all my new followers! I am always available if you'd like to talk spyxfamily theories, headcanons, fic ideas, etc., or if you'd just like someone to chat with. I am honored to be a small part of this amazing and talented fandom! I made a personal goal to write and gain confidence with it, and to make some fandom friends. So thank you for making this an enjoyable journey so far! 💛💐

My Fics:

~ For you, I can't contain my love: an ongoing multi-chapter fic centered on Loid and Yor going at it in semi-public places. I'm having a ton of fun writing it, and I keep thinking of random places they should bang at. 😅There's four chapters so far! Updated sporadically. Obviously NSFW.

~ If I kiss you now, will I come undone?: my version of events that take place after chapter 79. The one where Yor comes home drunk and tries to get a welcome home kiss.

~ Those who can't love: I think about Loid and Yor and their complicated feelings as they fall in love about, oh I'd say.. 500 times a day. So I wrote a fic about it!

~ Warm in their arms: a while ago I was sick in the hospital and a very kind person made this artwork to cheer me up. This fic tells that story, poor Anya is sick and needs her parents love and comfort.

~ Exposure: a short one-shot of Loid confessing to Yor after they find out each others secrets. It's probably my favorite fic I've written so far. Loid is very vulnerable here, and I love making my sweet boy a sensitive cry baby over his wife. 😇

~ Help me, I'm in love: I had so much fun writing this fic about Franky asking for dating advice from the Forgers. Yup! Loid, Yor, and Anya give out dating tips.

~ I'm a wallflower, watching you be: this fic is literally just Yor and Loid watching the other get ready for the day and being horny about it. I was inspired by a great fanart reminding us of Yor's affinity for sharp objects.

~ Pining: a short drabble (under 500 words) about Loid pining for Yor. And I mean PINING. Again, I love when Loid goes through it because of his wife.

~ The in-between: another short and sweet fic about how much Yor loves laying around with her husband and listening to him talk. So sweet I'm gonna barf.

~ Refrigerator Magnets: my very first fanfic ever was a silly story about Anya and Loid finding animal magnets and the family adventures linked to what they tack on the fridge.

My Meta Posts:

~ A little story about Anya and Becky taking dance classes and getting Loid's help for a recital.

~ Yor is obviously stinking rich, thanks to her assassin job.

~ My theory on the twiyor kiss agenda in the manga.

~ The manga shows us Anya's comfort level with Loid and Yor as her parents and I love it.

~ Endo hints about Project Apple in the manga, and I often wonder what that may mean.

~ "Agent Twilight is a hopeless romantic!!!" I shout from the rooftops as I reflect on a moment in the series that hints at his growing feelings for Yor.

~ Anya's stickers!

~ Here I point out all the sweet smiles Twilight saves just for his family.

~ My thoughts on the possibilities of a twiyor kiss.

~ There are a lot of loose ends and possible story hints that may tell us how the spyxfamily story is going to go.

~ My rambling feelings about Anya and her secret.

~ Twilight is the most hopeless of hopeless romantics! He loves love but never thought he would experience it for himself. But he's falling for his family. I can prove it!

~ I love Becky Blackbell! She is so supportive of Anya, and I love their friendship.

~ This isn't anything special, but I feel like it's right to end this on my thirst for Loidy-boy and the iconic shower scene.

If you've made it so far, thank you again for being here! I hope you and I can experience the best parts of our lovely spy family and their fandom for years to come!

#brie's masterpost #spy x family #twiyor #spy x family meta #my fanfic #my meta posts

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sazwritesstuff · 2 months ago

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Halloween Movie Marathon | Logan Howlett x Reader

It's Spooky Season and one of the your favourite things to do is what some 'Halloween-y' movies. Once October 1st rolled around, the two of you made yourselves comfy on your couch as you loaded up the first film on your list. Popcorn, snacks, your favourite candy and Logan’s favourite beer on the coffee table in front of you. Each night Logan had thought that he’d bought enough popcorn, candy and beer but each night he was proven wrong. He was glad that it was only this month that he was buying so much popcorn, candy and beer otherwise he feared he’d go bankrupt.

Fluff/Fictober 2024 drabble | Pairing Logan Howlett (X-Men) x Reader (You)

Tags/Warnings: swearing, alcohol, establish relationship, domestic fluff, fluff without plot

the fic on AO3

Having been born in the early 1800s Logan had been around for the start of cinema. At first, he’d largely ignored it. There were more important things to be doing. It would probably die like most fads did. Except this one had stuck around.

He could still remember the first time he ever stepped foot inside of a movie theatre. The thrill of watching a movie for the very first time, in a room full of others experiencing the same life altering experience, was something he hoped he would never forget.

Logan had watched a lot of movies over the decades, and centuries, since then.

He’d seen the popularity of cinema and the wonder of TV grow and shift over time. Streaming services, however, still baffled him.

You’d tried to get him to use them a bit more but he still struggled using a phone to text let alone search for a film on a laptop or TV.

Whenever the two of you sat down to watch something on Netflix or Prime or Disney you were in charge of the remote. Otherwise, it was getting thrown at the wall.

Many any innocent remote had lost their lives in your efforts to get Logan used to them.

Eventually you’d had enough of having to buy new ones.

Logan had known that you’d want to watch some horror or ‘spooky’ movies on the lead up to Halloween, you’d mentioned it enough times over the past few weeks, but he hadn’t quite known just what he was getting into when he agreed to watch them with you.

You had a list. A list.

A list filled with horror, or “Halloween-y” as you put it, movies. Some of them Logan had heard of but there were others he didn’t have a clue about. (Honestly, it was nearly all of them he was just a little embarrassed to say anything.)

Once October 1st rolled around, the two of you made yourselves comfy on your couch as you loaded up the first film on your list. Popcorn, snacks, your favourite candy and Logan’s favourite beer on the coffee table in front of you.

Other night you would take one of the DVDs from the stack by the TV in your bedroom and popped into the DVD player you’d bought from a charity shop a year ago.

Every night the two of you watched one of the movies on your list. With a few extras thrown in; Logan had been relieved when you hadn’t been able to find all the Scooby Doo films online – there were only so many films he could watch with a cartoon dog in them.

The next day you came home with a stack of new Scooby Doo DVDs you’d found whilst out shopping.

Each night Logan had thought that the two of you had bought enough popcorn, candy and beer to last a week, but each night he was proven wrong. He was glad that it was only for this one month otherwise he feared he’d go bankrupt.

Until you briefly mentioned that you couldn’t wait to do this again in December. With all the many, many Christmas films you loved. Plus, all the Christmas treats you loved too.

Logan feared he’d need to get a loan to feed your sweet tooth.

The List:

Twilight

“Why the fuck are those vampires sparkly? And why the fuck are they in high school? Fucking weirdos.”

Beetlejuice

Logan had looked at you like you had three heads when you’d told him not to say it three times and then laughed like a maniac!

The Witch

“What like the Roald Dahl book?” Logan had asked, taking a swig of his beer. “No. But we should watch that too.”

Zombieland

Laughing Logan had said “Sounds like school on a Monday morning!”

Halloweentown

"Well, that was… a cute film?”

Jaws

Logan remembered watching that in the cinema. He was pretty sure he enjoyed it.

Split

"Do you think that the actor looks a bit like the Professor? Like a younger him I mean.” You asked around a mouthful of popcorn. Logan shrugged as he stole a handful of popcorn from the bowl in your lap. “Can’t say I see the resemblance.”

Carrie (the original)

“Did you know they used corn syrup for the pig’s blood?” Looking at you, one eyebrow raised, Logan asked “Do you want to make some and scare Scott with it?”

The Mummy

You’d told him that Brandon Fraser had been one of your first crushes. You’d had to tell Logan (multiple times) that you found him much sexier than Rick O’Connell. (You were only lying a little.)

Child’s Play

“This just reaffirms my belief that dolls are super creepy.” “You’re the one that wanted to watch this not me. But at least wasn’t a porcelain doll. Now, those are creepy as fuck.”

The Exorcist

Hugging a cushion to your chest as you peaked over it at the screen, Logan slowly creeped his hand up behind you before suddenly grabbing your shoulder.

Screaming you wacked him in the face with the cushion.

Alien

“First time I watched this I was shitting myself thinking the cat was going to die.”

Sweeney Todd

"Why are they singing? I thought that you said that this movie was about a guy that killed people and a woman that turned them into pies?” You rolled your eyes “Yes. But they’re singing about it.” “It seems stupid. Why would you sing about killing people instead of just killing them?” Pausing the film, you moved your head off of his shoulder and turned to him and said “Logan, please shut. It’s a musical, if you aren’t enjoying it go do something else.” “I never said that I wasn’t enjoying.” He grumbled as he pulled you back to him and pushed your head back down onto his shoulder. “It just seems a bit unrealistic is all.” “It’s a musical!”

The Addams Family

As you moved the kitchen around getting a bowl of popcorn ready, you sang the Addams Family theme tune loud and a little of key. As he watched you from where he sat on the couch, Logan grumbled to himself that “This had better not be another musical.”

Sleepy Hollow

Do you have a thing for Johnny Deep too?” “I’m surprised you know who that is, babe.”

What We Do in the Shadows

“That is the weirdest vampire film I’ve ever watched.” Logan had proclaimed, laughing, as the credits rolled.

Interview with the Vampire

“Y’know I didn’t know that they’d turned this book into a movie.” “Have you read it?” you asked still watching the screen. “Yeah, it was a’right.” “I had to study it in school. I remember getting to watch this during English, the class was divided by girls that had a crush on Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise.” “Yeah? Which side were you on?” “Antonia Banderas.” “Who?” “He plays Armand.” “Oh, right, yeah. He’s pretty hot.”

Midsommar

"That’s disgusting! Why did she put her pubes in his drink?!”

Death Becomes Her

"I don’t know who’s hotter Meryl Streep or Goldie Hawn.” “I keep forgetting that that’s Bruce Willis. He looks so different with hair.”

Scooby Doo on Zombie Island

“Scooby Doo? Really darling?” “You’re right.” You’d nodded solemnly “We should watch all the Scooby Doo movies. Especially the ones with Matthew Lillard in.”

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

“Another musical? Seriously, sweetheart?”

The Craft

“I’m pretty sure that in high school every girl wanted to be a witch after watching this film.”

Fear Street Part One 1994

Fear Street Part Two 1978

Fear Street Part Three 1666

“Don’t give me that look Logan, you can’t watch just one of these, you have to watch all three!”

The Haunted Mansion

"What are we watching tonight?" Logan asked as he moved around the couch, holding the pizza in one hand and a case of beer in the other. “The Haunted Mansion. The one with Eddie Murphy, of course.” Confused and frowning Logan asked “Eddie who?”

Scream

“The first time I watched this I had no idea who the killer was.” You said once the movie was finished “I was so surprised when it was revealed it was them two.” “Huh.” Logan said picking up the empty beer bottles on the coffee table. “I thought it was pretty obvious.” “Oh, shut up! Not all of us are hyper observant ex-super soldiers.”

Dark Shadows

“Did you watch the TV show when it came out in the 60s?” “I think I was too busy in Vietnam.” “…Oh. Right.”

Ghostbusters

“Who you gonna call?” you sang shouted in unison “GHOSTBUSTERS!”

Van Helsing

“You know the main actor looks a lot like you, babe.” You’d said holding up the DVD case to show him. “No, he doesn’t.”

Halloween

"This was the first horror I ever watched." you admitted. "Yeah?" "Yeah. I refused to be in the house alone for a month."

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legobiwan · 6 months ago

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Mario and Luigi "no one is going to hurt you"?

This one...ballooned. I tried to get it out last night, but fell asleep during the endeavor. This is an attempt to explain/rationalize/make sense of some of the behaviors we see during TTYD, especially as it concerns Mario and Luigi. I'll say right now, neither brother is his best at this point, and I have a bit of a hypothesis as to where each of them may have been, emotionally, during this game. I think TTYD is a turning point for Mario, while Luigi's emotional lynchpin comes, to no surprise, after the events of SPM. Anyway, I'm not going to try and edit this any more than the perfunctory attempt I made. Here you go. A Mario-centric drabble that is most definitely not a drabble.

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My dear Mario,

I have finally learned what the legendary treasure is. It is the spirit of a demon! The X-Nauts plan to revive this thousand-year-old monster and use its power to take over the world! They’re collecting the Crystal Stars so they can open the Thousand-Year-Door..they’ll find this demon’s spirit..but the only thing that can keep it locked away is the Crystal Stars themselves! You must not let them get the Crystal Stars! Please, Mario...you must put a stop to their horrible plans!

-Princess Peach-

Mario rubbed at his eyes, scraping away a week’s work of fatigue.

Shit.

When Peach had first told him the X-Nauts (and what a stupid name that was) were planning on taking over the world, he had laughed it off. Ever since he had landed in the Mushroom Kingdom, every fifth jabroni from the castle to the Darklands had been some kind of aspiring universal tyrant, babbling on and on about taking over realms, how their new regime would be the mightiest, how they should fear me or fear my army or fear my power, all accompanied by cackling laughter suitable for Saturday morning cartoon. The threats were white noise to him now, another meaningless boast in the endless series of hopped-up, dent-headed, peas-for-brains bad guys who popped out of the brickwork like potholes on the Cross Bronx.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t been taking this whole adventure seriously before this. After all, the last time he got sent on a quest to find stars, he ended up facing off against an army of sentient weaponry bent on…well, yeah. World domination.. But those guys had actually meant business, less wanting to rule the world than reforge it, in the most literal sense, in their image. Hell, Geno wouldn’t have been sent down all the way down from Star Heaven or whatever it had been unless Smithy and his crew were the real thing.

But now Peach was kidnapped and demons were involved. And they needed the Crystal Stars to trap the demon, but those same stars would also release the demon in the first place. Mario pulled his cap close to his eyes, sagging against the public notice board in Rogueport Square, the rotten wood protesting under his added weight. Across the plaza, the gallows swayed in tandem with an oncoming breeze, the smell of spoiled fish and brine wafting over and mixing with the lingering odor of cheap booze and sweat that was the hallmark of Rogueport’s business center.

Delightful.

Vivian had remarked, once they resurfaced from that whole mess in Twilight Town, that the port city had a certain grimy charm to it. Mario huffed, kicking away a crumpled can of Banditbar Ale. Yeah, this place had charm, all right. All the charm of a Staten Island landfill.

“Why yes, Vivian, I spent close to twenty years as the premiere actress with the Mushroom Repertory Theater, although back when we first started, it was known only as “The Toad Troupe.” Flurrie laughed in her distinctive trill, her voice resonating from what Mario placed as the archway leading to the west side of Rogueport. “A silly name, but our founder was devoid of that creative spark that captures the imagination and whisks the audience away on a journey with you. Of course, he was a rather talented fundraiser.”

Mario grunted, sliding around to the backside of the noticeboard, which was covered in layers of colorful graffiti and three decades worth of dirt. One bright, recent message spelled out a rather graphic enthusiasm for certain body parts, ones Mario wasn’t even certain Goombas had. Not that he was about to ask. Half the population here would shank him for even thinking of the question. Goombella would drop a book on his head.

He slumped at the thought of the petite, boisterous grad student. Goombella, Flurrie, Koops - even Yoshnar. Not one of them had questioned it, had shown any suspicion that the Mario they were celebrating with, were feasting with in Twilight Town was not, in fact, their supposed friend. Sure, they commented here and there that Mario was acting a little strange, was a bit more bombastic than normal, but no one stood up and announced, that’s not our guy!

Granted, he had only known these people for a week. Not nearly enough time to get the measure of a person in the real world, but that had never hindered his traveling companions before. Geno and Mallow seemed to think the world of him.

Mario curled his fist. He should have interrogated Doopliss when he had the chance, should have pulled the truth right out from under his smug-faced bedsheets. Was it a mimicry of only the body, or did Doopliss’s magic also copy the whole of a man, as well?

And why did his friends believe that egotistical, grandstanding fraud had been him?

“Where is Mario?” Flurrie asked, her voice closer now than it had been a minute ago. She had a habit of elongating her vowels to the point of absurdity, so Mario became Mahrio, emphasis on the ah. He had given up trying to correct her after the first hour of their acquaintance. Some things weren’t worth the fight.

Mario snuck a careful look around the edge of the noticeboard, biting his lip as a mess of dirty splinters poked through his skin. His traveling companions were gathered near the entrance to the Toad Bros Bazaar, Koops worrying at his hands as he fretted about Mario being kidnapped, or worse, continuing to Keelhaul Key without them.

“Don’t worry, Koops,” Vivian soothed. “I’m sure he’s just gathering information or reading an electronic message from Peach.”

Goombella looked up from her notebook with a small frown. “I hope it’s not important intel. I need to write that data down so I can report back to Professor Frankly.”

“I can’t go back to Petalburg without…” The voices faded out of earshot, the door to the shop closing with a brash jingle.

Mario unclenched his teeth, letting out an unsteady breath. He’d have to come back with them at some point. Maybe Doopliss saw something in him he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge, but Mario knew he’d be in way over his head if tried to take on the X-Nauts and this demon alone. Do like you always do, Mario. Suck it up, put on a smile, and say as little as possible. It had gotten him this far, whatever that counted for. Now, as for this Flavio -

“Hey, bro!”

A hand clapped itself on his shoulder. Enemy, his mind blared, Mario grabbing at the interloper’s wrist, spinning the man around until he slammed into the announcement board with a pained “Oof!” Not one to let an advantage go to waste, Mario lunged forward, pushing his forearm into the man’s chest, close enough to his attacker’s trachea to leave no question as to the unspoken threat.

“Mario, what the hell?” A familiar voice squeaked.

Anxiety spiked in Mario’s gut. Luigi? What in the world was his brother doing in -

Mario closed his eyes, letting out a soft hiss between his teeth as the realization hit. Damnit. The Waffle Kingdom. Princess Cannoli or whatever her name was. Mario released his hold on his brother, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a step back. I don’t have time for this. Luigi shouldn’t have been in Rogueport at all, somehow making his way to the crime-infested city in the days after Mario had received the letter from Peach asking him to come investigate a treasure map.

And look where that got her. Kidnapped by aliens with crappy names. He knew Luigi could handle himself, or at least, he could in Brooklyn. Coming to the Mushroom Kingdom had done a number on his brother’s confidence, however, and whatever predilection for gangly awkwardness Luigi had had before had grown since they vanished from New York.

He didn’t have time to protect his brother and save Peach and save the world from a demon.

“Bro?” Luigi reached a tentative hand towards Mario’s shoulder.

It didn’t add up, this whole Waffle Kingdom business. Not that he didn’t believe in Luigi, but nothing over the past year had convinced him his brother was ready to set out on his own, the whole incident with the Boos aside. Now he was on a quest which, on the surface, sounded far too close to Mario’s own exploits in trying to gather the seven crystal stars. He knew his brother could be insecure, but this was really…

Mario’s eyes went wide as he slapped away his brother’s hand, planting his feet into a defensive stance, fists raised.

It was Doopliss. It had to be. Had the identity-pilfering ghost been following him from the beginning? Or were those Shadow Sirens working for him, feeding him enough tidbits about Luigi to make a convincing copy? That would account for his brother’s strange tales, the majority he didn’t have the stamina to focus through, there being too much on his mind with all the plans and kidnappings and cursed chests.

“I beat you before, you son of a bitch, and I’ll do it again,” Mario growled, pushing his sleeves up his arms. “Give him back.” He needed to get this over with now, get his brother in his own body as soon as possible so Mario could track down the last stars. Damnit, why did Luigi have to wander off like this?

“Woah!” Luigi held both his palms up at shoulder height, scrambling backwards, knocking over a trio of half-filled bottles with a bright clang as he came up against the graffiti-covered noticeboard. A pungent yellow stream seeped from one of the fallen bottles, trickling into the eroded mortar between uneven cobblestones.

“No one’s going to hurt you, Mario. There’s - “ Luigi grabbed a tuft of hair peeking out from under his cap. “There’s no one here but me. Well, me and Torque. And the rest of Rogueport.” Luigi gave an awkward laugh. “And, you know, Torque’s not here here, he’s inside the bar. But you get what I mean.” He gave his brother an uncertain smile, holding two thumbs-up in front of his chest.

“Where have you been? What were you doing before this?” Mario demanded, voice rising.

The miserable droop in his brother’s shoulders was unmistakable. “I…told you already? The volcano, the sacrifice? Blooey and Jerry and the bridal dress? I mean, I know it’s not as important as what you’re doing…” Luigi trailed off, finding sudden interest in the variety of grisly stains tattooed on the ground, tracing a disturbingly crimson outline with his foot.

Mario grit his teeth. That was something Luigi would say, right down to the shaky little inflections. Was his brother always this insecure? Had he been ignoring something deeper going on with Luigi for the past year? Something unpleasant curdled in Mario’s gut. He hadn’t wanted to face the fact that Doopliss mirrored his identity, warts and all. Was this the Luigi his brother saw in his reflection every day? Did Luigi even know how sad this looked?

Maybe it was Doopliss. Then again, from what little he remembered from his brother’s stories about his supposed Waffle Kingdom exploits, his own traveling companions were less than impressed with Luigi’s tactics, which seemed to be the literal definition of stumbling into good luck.

As much as he hated to think it, Doopliss probably had better things to do than wreak havoc on a quest that may or may not have its basis in reality. It was true Luigi had made an astonishing number of enemies in a short period, but Princess Eclair seemed like something straight out of one of those adventure books they had liked so much as kids. He wasn’t thrilled at the idea of his brother hanging around Rogueport, but as long as all this Waffle Kingdom stuff was harmless - well, it would at least keep Luigi out of the underlevels and far, far away from the Thousand Year Door and whatever evil lay behind it.

The communication square in his back pocket vibrated. It was probably Goombella demanding to know where the hell he was. Mario brought his arms to his side, stretching out his fingers. He needed to focus. Whatever happened with Doopliss was in the past and he could waste away his time navel-gazing once this entire ordeal was over.

Letting out a shuddering breath, Mario stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Luigi’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Luigi. It’s - “ Mario pursed his lips, weighing his words. “A lot has happened in the last few days.”

Luigi let out a watery chuckle, running his sleeve under his nose. “Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged, gaze still fixed to the ground.

Great, like your brother needed another kick to the ego. Way to go, asshole. Mario dug his fingers into Luigi’s shoulder. Maybe Doopliss’s replication of him hadn’t been that far off the mark, after all.

“Hey, Lou,” he gave his brother a gentle shake. “Why don’t you introduce me to your new friend? Squort or Morque, was it?”

“Torque,” his brother mumbled.

“Torque! Great! Let’s go meet him!” Mario said too brightly, taking his brother by the arm, all but dragging him towards Podley’s bar.

“Come on, Mario, you don’t have to - “ Luigi huffed, trying to pull himself out of his brother’s octopus-like grip. “I know you don’t want to - “

Mario shoved the door to the bar open, wrangling Luigi inside, depositing his brother next to a Spike Top with a wrench on his head. The little creature made a series of rapid clicks with its mouth, somehow conveying annoyance without uttering a single intelligible word or facial expression. The Spike Top glowered at his brother, if the dead, beady-eyed stare could be called that, before turning around with an exaggerated shuffle.

Six to one, that’s Torque, Mario mused, feeling a momentary pang of sympathy for his brother. Oh Luigi, we have to talk about this one of these days. But that was for later. After the crystal stars, after Peach was safe, after the world was saved. Right now, he needed a minute to collect himself, to form a plan to find Flavio and get to Keelhaul Key, and an excuse to give his companions for his sudden absence.

“Hey Lou, is that your friend?” Mario gestured at the little Spike Top. He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, “How about you tell me that story?”

Luigi eyed Torque warily, the Spike Top making a slight turn so its face was again visible. Luigi gave a sheepish wave in his direction, Torque responding with a loud click of its jaw and a series of buzzes that reminded Mario of a horde of angry cicadas.

“Heh, he’s excited to hear it again, too,” Mario pressed on, willing himself to be oblivious to the mounting tension between the odd pair.

“Well,” Luigi rubbed at the back of his neck, avoiding looking anywhere near Torque. “If you’re sure…”

“Surer than sure!” Mario exclaimed with fake enthusiasm, throwing his hands up like he was tossing two baseballs into the air.

His brother gave a small smile, slipping his thumbs behind the straps of his overalls as he uncurled his defensive hunch, voice dropping into a more comfortable storytelling baritone. “Okay, then. It all started like this. Just as our boat arrived on Circuit Island…”

Mario let his brother’s tale wash over him, making appropriate sounds of acknowledgement when necessary. He knew this lapse would come back to bite him in the ass later, but he’d rather have a world he could fight with his brother in than no world at all. He took in a long breath through his nose, holding it at the top for five seconds before releasing it in the opposite manner, careful to not make it sound as if he were sighing in annoyance at his brother’s narrative.

Finding Flavio was his first task. And messaging Goombella, although he was tempted to put the inevitable tongue-lashing off for another few minutes. Flavio first, he decided. The name was familiar, and sworn he had heard it bandied about when he first arrived in Rogueport, barreling through every shop and back-alley headquarters he could find in a blind panic. He knew he needed to find someone who worked on a ship, some sea-faring type, although in this town, that could be anybody from a pirate to a fortune teller to a criminal on the lam.

It wasn’t like he could just walk around asking if anyone had seen a man with a peg-leg and eyepatch. For as quirky as the Mushroom Kingdom could be, it rarely conformed to his Earth-bound stereotypes.

“The Skuuuuul Captaaaaaaaaain!” a boisterous voice warbled from a corner table. Mario made a perfunctory nod at his brother - yes, I’m listening - scanning each of the bar patrons until he landed on a short, well-dressed man teetering on the back two legs of his chair.

“Festiiiivaaaaal!” he bellowed in discordant tones, hugging a bright red gemstone in the shape of a skull with one atm, raising a half-full mug of Chuckola with the other.

Then again, maybe he didn’t need to go around asking about pirates, seeing as one landed in his proverbial lap. The knots in Mario’s stomach unraveled, each freed line replaced by a bit of fluttering optimism he hadn’t felt since his victories in the Glitzville Pit.

Doopliss was out of the picture. His companions were back and his brother, if not exactly happy, was at least distracted and, more importantly, safe. The man with the fluffy white cravat and maroon jacket caressed the cheekbones of the skull gemstone, singing another loud nonsense verse into its ear.

Mario let himself smile. He was going to come out on top of this, hell and high water.

#hello there #writing #mario #luigi #ttyd #i dunno guys this is what my brain came up with so here you are #this all started from an idea i had about Mario feeling super insecure after the whole doopliss incident #anyway i won't get to publish anything else today but be on the lookout tomorrow for the next edition!#thank you all for the asks it's really helping to get me bak in shape!

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iturnlemonadeintolemons · 6 months ago

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hi! i loved what you're doing with kc now, can i request something like klaus and caroline doing something mundane and human and we see them living their married couple life? can be a drabble or a full lenth, what ever you want ;p

“Maybe this one?”

“I don’t get it.”

“What’s there not to get?”

“The fabric looks so…dull.”

“It’s supposed to have a shimmering effect in the sunlight.”

“That’ll just remind me of Twilight. No.”

“They're curtains.”

“So?”

Klaus clicks his tongue. “Love—”

“No. No. Do not use that tone with me, Niklaus Mikaelson.”

Ooh. Full named. He’s on thin ice now. “Sweetheart, it’s very simple. It’s a very simple choice, this one or that one.”

“It is so not a simple choice. We’re deciding on curtains for the living room. If you think that’s a simple decision you should just leave right now.”

He reminds himself that answering that is a trap.

Oh, how he wishes he could leave. There’s a new box of paints waiting for him at home, made from shells, a gift from Elijah, and he was hoping to get done with shopping and get home before three, at most.

It’s bloody six and he’s listened to Caroline drone on about stitching patterns for two fucking hours now. One would think they’d be done with the furniture by now, but no. They're just getting started on the upholstery. Heaven forbid Caroline’s exacting tastes allow any of his antique furniture pieces into the living room.

It’s from the fifteenth century, love—

It has clawed feet, Klaus. No.

Sweetheart—

I let you keep the bathtub, but I'm drawing the line on the ottoman. No.

It’s a fine piece—

A tacky one.

Well, I happen to think that of your patio table.

That had been a terribly stupid move.

So now, he’s being punished by being forced to give his opinions on furniture he doesn’t care about. He’s this close to pulling out his hair, and if he sees one more chair with birds on it he’ll be breaking it.

“Caroline—” he whines.

She shuts him up with a glare. “If I wanted to hear whining, I would’ve brought Enzo. Now, opinion.” She holds up two squares of fabric against the light. “Which one?”

Now, see. Klaus is an artist. He prides himself on being one of the best there are, not to brag, but one’s ability is refined after a thousand years. He’s been splashing colours onto surfaces ever since he can remember, the vibrant hues and shades leaving him fascinated since he was a boy. Paints, charcoal, the paint he made from various berries and flowers when he had been human��colours have never left him frazzled.

He knows for sure Caroline’s going to rip off his head when he tells her they’re the exact same colour.

Then he remembers he doesn’t particularly care about his curtains, so he says, “The one on the left.”

Caroline smiles. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Of course not,” he grumbles.

“Hm,” she says distractedly, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and moving towards the counter. “We’ll get these, then. They’ll go great with your ottoman.”

Klaus’s eyes fly up to meet hers, and she gives him a small smile, one that never fails to leave him reeling. “I'm not a total dictator, you know. I don’t want it to only feel like my home, and not yours. I want it to be ours.”

It’s such a small gesture. In truth, Klaus hadn’t given the ottoman a second thought when they’d had that fight and she’d glared at him angrily and dragged it away to the attic, only focusing on how he could get her in a better mood if only to look at her smile again.

He loves it when she smiles, because oh, her smile is so beautiful. She’s so beautiful.

“Klaus?”

Caroline’s looking at him, her blue eyes concerned. “Are you okay? Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes,” he answers, drawing her in for a kiss. She goes forward with a surprised sound low in her throat, her hands resting on her shoulders. The saleslady clears her throat and Caroline jumps away from him, her face reddening as she turns to her and starts rambling about cushion covers and duvets.

Klaus watches her fondly, all traces of annoyance with her disappearing.

In truth, he’d let her cover the whole house in pink wallpaper if it meant he got to see her laugh every day.

He’d let her do anything, really.

Everything.

#klaus x caroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #klaroline drabbles #klaroline ask

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telomeke · 11 months ago

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✨2023: A Summary✨

Post your most popular and/or favourite edit/gifset/analysis for each month (it’s okay to skip months!)

I was tagged by:

@colourme-feral (here);

@lurkingshan (here);

@dribs-and-drabbles (here);

@ranchthoughts (here);

@chickenstrangers (here).

Thanks for tagging me, sweeties! 🥰 Hope the new year is treating you well. 😍

Apologies for being a bit late with this, but after I got back from my 2023 year-end break there was a ton of stuff to attend to, with deadlines suddenly looming much closer than they had seemed looking through eggnog goggles. 👀

But anyway I have a bit of time before the next deadline, so I'm going to use this window to try and summarize my 2023 on Tumblr. 😁 (Some of the posts referenced below may not fall into the definition of "edit/gifset/analysis" but that's just me being honest: my output on Tumblr is definitely a bit of a mixed bag! 🤣)

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✨JANUARY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – A meme summarizing Greta Thunberg's epic takedown of toxic masculizard Andrew Tate, with the help of Jerry's Pizza boxes, Elon unbanning Andrew on Twitter, and the domino effect:

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FAVORITE POST – Of course it's something to do with Bad Buddy. 🤣 I posted about my experience viewing Bad Buddy's corner at the GMMTV Exhibition in Osaka, with photos and write‑ups about actual wardrobe and props that appeared in BBS (especially Baseball Mom and the Ep.12 memory board! 🤩):

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✨FEBRUARY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – A write-up about Jim and Li Ming's confrontation in Moonlight Chicken. More than just a teen-versus-(surrogate)-parent argument, the scene was also an insight into elder/junior dynamics and the importance of self-control in Thai culture:

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FAVORITE POST – Oh don't make me choose between my kids! It's a toss-up: the more popular one is a Bad Buddy post about the pause before PatPran's second kiss on the rooftop in BBS Ep.5 (yes, THE Kiss™):

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But also sharing the Feb 2023 favorite spot in my heart is a post about GMMTV producer/director cameos (in My School President and other series) and what they might mean beyond the show:

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✨MARCH 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was written after Michelle Yeoh won a SAG Award for Best Actress and was nominated for an Oscar in the same category. I thought most of her newer fans wouldn't be aware of Tan Sri Dato' Seri Michelle's death-defying stuntwork (I'm really not exaggerating here) during her earlier years as an action hero in 80s and 90s Hong Kong moviedom, so I wrote a piece about it:

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If you've not watched the video linked therein yet, you should. And then carefully pick your jaw up off the floor (as I had to, the first time I watched this). Not to give too much away, but it involves Michelle riding a motorbike helmetless atop a rickety Malaysian train carriage with no safety measures at all. 👀

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FAVORITE POST – My favorite post for March 2023 is about the characters' names in Moonlight Chicken, and it's so long I had to break it into two parts. (Whenever it's an Aof show, you can usually expect the characters' names to carry some significance, as was the case with Last Twilight and Bad Buddy too.) So Part 1 of the Moonlight Chicken post is about the names in general, what they mean for their characters and any relevance they might have for the narrative:

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And Part 2 of my favorite post for March 2023 is about Wen's name, with a detour into political color symbolism in Moonlight Chicken:

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✨APRIL 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST AND FAVORITE POST – It's the same post doing double duty, about the prevalence of the chue len Korn as a character name in Thai dramas:

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There aren't that many actors named Korn, so I found it quite befuddling that so many characters would have that name, but there you go. And "Korn Kob" Songsit Rungnopakunsi was ultimately crowned king of the Korn harvest: 😂

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✨MAY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – Our Skyy 2 x My School President's red-hot comment on Thai politics, with Principal Ratchanee (Gun's mom) announcing a subversion of the election process:

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FAVORITE POST – My favorite post in May 2023 was a look at linguistic wordplay on some t-shirts in Moonlight Chicken, touching on the themes of generational change, eggplants, etymology and cute little weiners:

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✨JUNE 2023✨

Well! Our Skyy 2 dropped its Bad Buddy episodes beginning 31 May 2023, so June 2023 was dominated by BBS for me. 😍

MOST POPULAR POST – A (sort-of) review and analysis of the Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy x A Tale of Thousand Stars episodes:

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FAVORITE POST – Do I really have to choose? Top of my own list is the most popular post above, but I'm going to list another one that was just a Phupha-whisker away in second place, and it's the OS2 x BBS filming locations:

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I love research and analysis, and tracking down the Bad Buddy filming locations was especially fulfilling because it combined the opportunity for me to exercise my bloodhound instincts and also find out more about this show that I love so much. (The locations were not very well-credited in the original BBS, unlike later GMMTV offerings, so it was very satisfying hunting down mystery BBS locales based almost solely on visual clues.) I've got almost the whole list of BBS locations now, although I've yet to post the last few (which are minor locations only).

So I'm very proud of the work I've done on identifying the BBS filming locations – and also a little alarmed at how powerful Google plus a bit of logical deduction can be.

Stay safe on the Internet people! Don't ever reveal too much private information about yourself, because my time doing this and other location posts has shown me that online info can all be tracked down and consolidated to identify what might have seemed to be pretty well-hidden at the start. Which bodes ominously for privacy and safety, online or off. 👀

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✨JULY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – A write-up about Bad Buddy's Nong Nao, Pat's beloved comfort object. But in the unraveling of Nong Nao's significance to BBS (and this was surprising to me too) we got further insight into Pat's character as well:

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FAVORITE POST – OK, so the Nong Nao post above is quite my favorite for July 2023, but it also shares that spot atop my list of faves with this reply to a Bad Buddy Ask from @pandasmagorica about Pat and Pran's emotionally-laden verbal zingers on the Ep.5 rooftop, before they took that step forward beyond the point of no return and fell into The Kiss™:

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It's not just about how well the dialogue was written, or how well Ohm and Nanon brought the scene to life. Part of why this post is special to me is because the scene demonstrates how well-crafted BBS actually is, with an underlying logic and consistency that holds up no matter how hard you prod and poke at it (which, for the record, wasn't quite the case for OS2 x BBS). When you can analyze the characters, their actions and reactions in-depth as though they are real people with real motivations, and no inauthenticity shows through, you know there's been a whole lot of deep-rooted work sunk into it. I'm still in awe of what Khun Noppharnach has wrought. 👀

But there's another reason why this post is also one of my faves, and it's rather more personal.

It's because this Ask is the first one where @pandasmagorica lifted the Anon veil to use his own Tumblr name. And that was when I felt I'd made a new friend right here on Tumblr. 😍 I'm actually quite reticent in real-life, so I don't make friends easily – but I do treasure the friendships I have once made (even though I can be pretty bad at staying in touch; doesn't mean the feelings aren't there still – far from it). I'd learnt to recognize @pandasmagorica's voice even when his Asks were anonymous, and this particular Ask made my heart swell with happiness. So even though we haven't communicated directly in some time, dear @pandasmagorica, please know that you're still a treasured friend to me! 💖

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✨AUGUST 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was a bit of throwaway fluff, an assembling of images pointing out the visual similarity between a promotional poster for Only Friends (on the same day as the show's debut, which was 12 August 2023) and a poster for the iconic 1990s sitcom Friends:

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Image posts and zingy hot takes always garner likes and reblogs so much more easily than long, thought-driven essays on Tumblr, especially when they ride on a wave of hype (as this one did, on the absolute tsunami welling for Only Friends). Doesn't mean the post or the series are really anything of substance though! 😂

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FAVORITE POST – I have more than one in August 2023, and they were momentous for me. 🤩 The first is my analysis (loving, yet incontrovertibly loopy to the point of near-lunacy) explaining my finding why Director Aof put the incongruous Baseball Mom t-shirt on Pat in Bad Buddy Episode 5. If you've not read the explanation yet, the answer will surprise you:

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There's also a Part 2, because as usual I had so much to say, and this second part explains why PatPran's Ep.7 rooftop encounter is also a parallel with (and counterbalance for) the Epic Rooftop Kiss in Ep.5.

Anyway, my other favorite post for August 2023 is also dear to me because it points out some very clever visual rhetoric in Be My Favorite that was carefully woven into a particular scene, taking up the clarion call for marriage equality in Thailand:

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Screenwriter/director Waa Waasuthep Ketpetch really piled on the magic into this one scene. It was fun to pick it apart and look at all the different elements, within what was otherwise an only somewhat complex and not too challenging series (that still managed to be highly entertaining nonetheless). 😍

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✨SEPTEMBER 2023✨

My MOST POPULAR POST and my FAVORITE POST are one and the same, which was an apology to any legitimate Tumblr user I might have blocked (as we were facing yet another onslaught of porn bots with believable names suddenly following our Tumblr blogs):

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I then got a few snarky comments (from people whose names I didn't recognize) letting me know that people whom I've blocked can't read the post. 😮

But that's not exactly true (this is Tumblr after all). 🤣

I've since found out that if you've been blocked, you can still view the blog that blocked you, as long as you read it in blog view but not dashboard view.

If you've been blocked, here are some salient points to know:

You can't search for that blog on Tumblr (but Tumblr's search function is pretty much rubbish anyway, and you can still find the blog with a Google search).

If you know the name of the blog, then typing the URL (in the address bar) using blog view format (as opposed to dashboard view format) will still bring you there. For the difference between blog view and dashboard view (using my own Tumblr as an example) – typing telomeke.tumblr.com into the address bar will take you to my Tumblr in blog view, while typing tumblr.com/telomeke into the address bar will open my blog in dashboard view. You can still view my Archive (if I haven't hidden it) and read my posts, even if I've blocked you.

This one should be obvious – you can't like, comment on or reblog any of a blog's posts if that blog has blocked you. You can't DM that blog either. You can send Asks, but they will not be received. And that's part of the delicious irony that Tumblr bestows if you block any hater troll from your blog – you can continue posting everything that set them off in the first place, and they will still be able to see it, but they can no longer send any negativity your way. (You can also troll them back with impunity, but why waste precious time and energy like that? You won't know if they've seen your trolling, just that they can. 🤷‍♂️)

Asking to be unblocked is a bit trickier if you've been mistaken for a bot and inadvertently blocked. You'll need to ask a friend with a Tumblr account to request the unblocking on your behalf, or you'll need to set up a new Tumblr account just to send in this new Ask/message.

Anyway, the point of my post above was to let newbies know how important it is to humanize your blog, so as not to be mistaken for a bot and blocked – it would be especially rueful if the blog that blocked you (thinking you were a bot) was one you followed because you liked the content in there!

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✨OCTOBER 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was a jokey review of/(slash)/reaction to the newly-released Red Peafowl trailer:

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FAVORITE POST – @pandasmagorica sent me an Ask about PatPran's sex life in Bad Buddy, and this was a fun look at the physical side of their love (that they, and Director Aof, kept mostly hidden from view):

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Because BBS is extremely self-referential, part of me now thinks they kept so much of PatPran's sex life under wraps in order to squeak by the ratings – this is what the cookout scene with Junior in Ep.11 seems to be telling us, IMO.

And they succeeded in getting a 13+ age rating, allowing Bad Buddy's message about LGBTQ+ positivity and growing into your authentic queer self to reach exactly the audience demographic that needs it (and of course even beyond them too 😊).

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✨NOVEMBER 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was a look at the meanings of Mhok and Day's names in Last Twilight:

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FAVORITE POST – I'm cackling with fairy godfather glee because I got to inflict the warm fuzzies on people in the Bad Buddy fandom, by helping them relive their first time watching The Epic Rooftop Kiss in BBS Ep.5 (on the two-year anniversary of that event).

YouTuber "Chib" had put together an absolutely genius montage of a myriad reaction videos to The Kiss™, and my post was simply a link to it. But the ensemble of gasps and outpouring of unbridled emotion onscreen had so vividly brought back memories of my own first time watching PatPran's rooftop moment that I just knew I had to share it. I think Bad Buddy fans who watch the video will absolutely see themselves in it:

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✨DECEMBER 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – The Sign really happened in a big way when December 2023 came around, and my most popular post is testament to that. I wrote about the naga and garuda mythology underpinning the narrative (hat tip to @respectthepetty for getting the ball rolling 👍) and the subject seems to have resonated with a lot of viewers because the post is still getting notes a month later:

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But the post above really should be read in tandem with others that followed, because the series is really going all in with the naga and garuda, and there's lots to take away if you're a culture and linguistics fiend like I am. Additional info linked below: 🤩

Evil jellyfish (Tharn's pet name for Phaya, a mistranslation of the Thai แมงกะพรุนไฟ that actually means fire jellyfish, which is a nod at the flames of the garuda);

Nong Khai, naga fireballs and the dance of adversaries;

More naga and garuda references in Ep.4 (although the storytelling had become a bit muddled by then).

(above left) Post linked here; (above right, top) post linked here; (above right, bottom) post linked here

The props, lighting and wardrobe are also playing their part to add to the visual feast of naga and garuda references. I may post more about these if I can find the time. 🤩

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FAVORITE POST – All the above (Signposts? 😂) are dear to me. But tying with them for top spot on my favorites list at the end of 2023 is this one, a tongue-in-cheek look at QL objects of carnal affection:

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Not meant to be taken seriously (and maybe I shouldn't have been focusing on the actors themselves instead of the characters they play) but it's all in the name of good fun. 🤣

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And that's a wrap! 🥳

Dunno who to tag next because I'm so late with this, and I think everyone will have already played by now. So I'm just going to tag creators at random (excluding those already tagged above) – if you've already done your post, please send me a link because I'd love to read (and re-read) what you've done!

@waitmyturtles

@grapejuicegay

@neuroticbookworm

@airenyah

@absolutebl

@williamrikers

@wen-kexing-apologist

@respectthepetty

@pandasmagorica

@recentadultburnout

@visualtaehyun

@inventedfangirling

@dimplesandfierceeyes

@bengiyo

@befuddledcinnamonroll

@btwinlines

@twig-tea

@blmpff

@hereforlou

@solitaryandwandering

@brazilian-whalien52

@hughungrybear

@callipigio

@dudeyuri

@kattahj

@jemmo

@non-binarypal7

@lovelyghostv

@isaksbestpillow

@shortpplfedup

@rythyme

@squeakygeeky

@starryalpacasstuff

Apologies if I've missed anyone out – if I've ever liked and/or reblogged a post of yours, please know that you're special to me too and do feel free to play along. (And do tag me please, so I can read your post! 😍)

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P.S. This site (JetBlackCode) is super-helpful in searching for and filtering your posts: 👍

#tag game #2023: a summary #YouTube

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twig-tea · 11 months ago

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✨2023: A Summary✨

tagged by @dribs-and-drabbles and @lurkingshan 💕

I couldn't be bothered to toggle on/off privacy settings so I did this manually instead!

January to June 2023:

[I was a lurker through to July so we start there]

July

Popular: Translation note in Laws of Attraction ep 3

Favourite: My Ride rewatch (& self-reflection)

August

Popular: Be My Favourite ep 11 clown checkpoint

Favourite: : Be My Favourite ep 11 meta roundup [shocked this was less popular but it was linked in the other one so maybe people reblogged only the one]; Tonhon Chonlatee [this was a response rather than an original post; it felt good to get this this out of my head]

September

Popular: Only Friends episode 6 scene by scene [when the brainrot was real]

Favourite: Love Class 2: A Love Letter, In Defense of Dan and Yok [had to give it to two this month; the second is a response]

October

Popular: Only Friends finale reaction

Favourite: IFYLITA and found family

November

Popular: Liminality in Last Twilight

Favourite: [ditto; I had a hiatus this month so this was one of the few things I posted but I'm so glad I was able to get this out before real life took over]

December

Popular: Cigarette in the Cake from Last Twilight [by a landslide lol and thank you everyone for being as obsessed with this as I am]

Favourite: Beyond the Star rant [I wrote this entirely for me lol]; Why Phaya took the couch in The Sign [response]

[And I've added these two additional categories so that i can use this as my new pinned post lol]

2023 end of year round-up posts:

2023 Watch List

Top "5" (lol) characters I would help bury a body

Top 5 Couple fights

Top 5 Yearning scenes

Five other posts that I want to highlight because I can:

Why R U Korea mistranslation

Alternatives to Measure Your Life By

Grand Guignol review

Love in Translation review

Shadow the series squicks and scares

Ask game re: my BL start and fave shows [previous pinned post]

#2023 round-ups #fandom meta #bl meta meta #multi bl #pinned post #typed so that i can stop thinking it #tag game #thank you for tagging me

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flurrys-creativity · 8 months ago

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Ateez Yunho Masterlist

banner made by @daemour

Smiley Catalogue:

🥰 = Fluff 😁 = Slice of life 🤪 = Humour 🧜��♀️ = Fantasy

❤ = Romance ⚡ = Angst 💣 = Sensitive themes (death, etc.)

🦄 = Hybrid 🥵 = Smut 😏 = Suggestive

Last update: May 2024

Series:

nothing so far

One shots:

Resistentialism 🧜‍♀️❤🥰😁🤪

Part of the unbeleafable bingo. Things are always somehow misplaced or just vanish. Yunho doesn’t know he is the victim of a bunch of fairies that use your home as a hideout. And he definitely doesn’t know you are half fairy, enjoying the teasing more than you should.

Matching 😁🥰🤪❤

Part of the Winter Hearts event. During a holiday party the host announced an interesting game to their guests. Everyone had to pull out sweaters of a bag, searching for the matching other. To your surprise your long time crush pulls out the sweater that matches yours and of course your friends had to tease you about it.

Yuanfen 😁🥰⚡🥵

Part of the Intimacy Anthology Project. As a professional ballroom dancer you shouldn’t have fallen in love with your partner but it happened and you regretted every second of it. Once a dance partner, always a dance partner - even after a break-up. So now you had to dance with your ex while preparing for the next competition.

Nipan ⚡💣🧜‍♀️

Part of the Year of the Villain Collab. As Yunho's fate was being discussed by the council, you couldn't simply stand by. Not until he answered some desperate questions from you and hopefully helped you sorting your feelings towards your hero boyfriend San and him, the infamous villain of Utopia.

Street fighter ⚡🥰❤🥵

Yunho had more than enough running after Wooyoung and saving his petty little butt from illegal street fights. That was until you came to their rescue and Yunho just couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

Aut viam inveniam aut faciam 😁🥰❤

Part of the Pirateez Secret Admirer Event. Two professors, who couldn't be more different, fated to meet each other and slowly grow closer than they dared to hope for.

Miscellaneous:

Crazy, stupid perv (drabble) 😁😏🥵🥰

With a roommate as hot as Yunho, you weren’t surprised to fall for him eventually. Yet you still tried to ignore it, provoking some drastic measures from Yunho as he wanted you just as bad.

Black thorn (drabble) 🧜‍♀️🥰⚡

Part of the tipsy drabbles. After she - the queen - recently became a widow the royal council decided to throw a ball, hoping to find a new king for the land. Though nobody dared to approach her. Except for one young man.

Twilight (drabble) 💣⚡

In a post apocalyptic world small groups formed to ensure their survival. You stumble upon a member of one of them as you scavenge for resources in an abandoned shopping mall.

Suckday (drabble) 😁🥵❤

Part of the lemon week. Yunho rarely let you give him head due to your size differences but when you're able to convince him, it's the best time of the day.

Secretive (drabble) 😁🤪🥰

Yunho had a secret and he involved his son. Neither of them were able to lie well in order to hide it from you.

#ateez #ateez yunho #jung yunho #masterlist

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allwaswell16 · 1 year ago

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— Established Relationship Fics —

A fic rec of One Direction established relationship fics as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

🧡 We Are Only Just Beginning by @afirethatcannotdie

(E, 129k, college) A college AU featuring lots of domestic sappiness, waffles, tattoos, late nights and early mornings, and above all, Louis and Harry against the world.

🧡 Demon and Immortal (series) by delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 90k, supernatural) Harry is a demon and Louis is his eternal mate.

🧡 Peace Found With You by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(T, 34k, missing Harry) Louis was only a couple of days away from a weekend escape filled with sunshine, billowing sails, and his husband when he received a phone call that changed everything.

🧡 Swallow My Words by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(T, 32k, high school au) On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry's lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he's not sure where he's going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

🧡 True Love's Gold by @alivingfire *

(E, 27k, canon) it takes a village to arrange a proposal, but that doesn't mean it's going to go as planned.

🧡 Lover Boy by @brightgolden

(E, 27k, secret relationship) Where Louis wants to tell everyone about his relationship with Harry, but his boyfriend clearly thinks otherwise.

🧡 Adore You by @creamcoffeelou *

(E, 23k, canon) A canon-compliant fic where Harry wants nothing more than to take care of Louis.

🧡 You Were Mine by @brightlyharry

(E, 20k, angst with a happy ending) Harry has ran out of ways to try to repair their broken marriage and Louis can't be bothered to even try. When the loneliness becomes too much, he joins a new social media app.

🧡 Dance Me (to the End of Love) by @phdmama

(E, 19k, proposal au) the story of how a simple proposal becomes a competition where no one loses in the end

🧡 Everything I Do by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 16k, proposal) the one where Harry finds a book of Elizabethan courtship rituals which sets in motion a series of events that can lead to only one conclusion.

🧡 I Wanna Feel (Your Love) by @infinitelymint *

(E, 15k, canon) Five moments in Louis and Harry’s life based on five of the biggest emotions: fear, sadness, love, anger and joy.

🧡 stop the world ('cause i wanna get off with you) by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain *

(E, 12k, canon) Five times Louis and Harry get walked in on at the worst time, and one time Louis makes sure they don't.

🧡 head head heart by @turnyourankle *

(E, 11k, canon) After Dunkirk has wrapped filming, Harry struggles with his inability to reach subspace.

🧡 Do Not Disturb (kiss me beneath the milky twilight) by @sadaveniren *

(E, 7k, canon) Harry doesn't want to become a boring old married couple a year into their relationship and tries to spice up their sex life.

🧡 Take Me for a Spin by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird *

(E, 5k, canon) The night of the Pride of Britain Awards 2016. Louis goes to the ceremony and out to the club afterwards, but what is Harry up to?

🧡 For Your Eyes Only by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite *

(NR, 3k, canon) Harry and Louis had never broken the two-week rule before. When they did, we got If I Could Fly and Home.

🧡 Gonna Dress You Up In My Love by @fallinglikethis

(T, 3k, fluff) Harry decides to take up knitting. He's horrible at it.

🧡 Milk and Honey and You in the Morning by @haztobegood *

(E, 2k, canon) Louis blows the biggest, wettest raspberry across Harry's chest.

🧡 (marshmallow) fluff by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(G, 2k, kid fic) Harry and Louis spend a quiet(ish) morning at home with their kids.

—Rare Pairs—

🧡 Devoted by @nouies

(E, 5k, Louis/Alisson Becker) A collection of drabbles about Louis’ life as the housewife of a professional football player.

🧡 still, somehow by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 1k, Louis/Liam) Louis trims Liam's split ends.

#ficrec #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #trackinghome #1dsource #tracksintheam

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suitetarts · 1 year ago

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don't get too close

Astarion x Dark Urge!Tav Drabble (<500 words) | Warning: Mentions of violence

Others tell you pretty words to make you feel better. They say ‘everyone thinks terrible things, it's just up to you to not act on it’. Nonsense, Astarion had told you in the early hours of some misty morning. They don’t understand you the way I do, he blasély purred.

As Astarion drank from your neck in that late twilight, you had decided to confess the true nature of your sadistic tendencies. The messy, murderous urge of yours that bubbled up whenever conversations turned even mildly violent, which was often. Maybe it was the lack of color in your cheeks, but you looked scared of yourself in a way that made him pause.

The vampire spawn can relate to the feeling of dread from an urge you can’t help, as well as the relief that comes with giving in. After subsisting on vermin for a couple hundred years, your blood quickly became an overwhelming intoxication that Astarion couldn’t fathom living without. You were so accepting and willing to help him, he often wondered why. Was it the memory loss that made you such an easy mark? It couldn’t have been, as the amnesia clearly didn’t negatively impact any other faculties. Was it some twisted masochism? Much more likely.

Regardless, with Astarion’s past and your lack-there-of, you’ve both been reborn from the wreckage of the nautoloid. It’s pragmatic to be on your good side, for obvious reasons. Better to aim those cruel urges at others and enjoy the chaos.

One night, as Astarion generously held you underneath the shield of gloomy tree canopies, you had made another confession. Everyone else, including your other companions who you had courted to follow you, was too warm. Too fleshy, too delicate, too alive. The rivers pulsing under their skin reminded you of what new color the walls could be painted if you only unsheathed your dagger. But this was not something you needed to worry about with him, you said as you smiled into the crook of his arm. Astarion thoughtlessly dragged his fingers down along your jaw to feel the strong beating of your carotids. How hypocritical, he mused. You were doing the very same.

Again, Astarion paused. The back of his hand lingered at your chin as you held it tense. Your smile was further betrayed by a trembling grip on his forearm, as if you were holding on to a piece of driftwood. Your truth was hidden somewhere between righteous fear and a quiet joy of having someone to share your darkest desires with. Astarion surprised himself with his subconscious, immediate response to pull you closer. You are supposed to be just another easy meal, he thought, the warmth of you consuming him in comfortable darkness.

#astarion x dark urge!tav #astarion #the dark urge #i'll probably use this as the base for an actual fic when i eventually finish the game ehe #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction

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lincolndjarin · 1 year ago

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Farewell, Best Kept Secret.

with chapters 26&27 taken care of it's time for me to finally prepare to say good bye to my first ever fic. bks has been incredibly important to me for the longest time now, i've been working for over half a year to put a story that i love into words.

i want to do something special to mark the end of this story so i've planned a full week of content (rather self indulgently) to do so. Also if you're interested, send me an ask for a wrap up Q&A I'm gonna be doing that week!! I'm hoping to save up a couple to put into one big post!! anyhow... here's my plan for the release of the final chapters of bks <3

I put a lot of this in my 2023 wrap up post but this post is just for bks week stuff. schedule under the cut.

DEC 1 : BKS 28 : a place for us

this will be the 'last' chapter of bks!!

DEC 2 : BKS Q&A

once again please send me any questions you might have about bks (preferably by december 1st) so can make sure to get to them!!

DEC 3 : Bound in Beskar - 500 follower celebration

should have gotten to this sooner btw that's my bad. this will be a little drabble of the scene that bks!reader reads in chapter 20!!

DEC 4 : BKS what ifs

(i had to come up with 8 days of content ik this is lame but i needed a filler LMAO) this will be just a little post of story lines i changed during my writing process.

DEC 5 : Best Kept Secret Art

i commissioned a few artists to illustrate some of my favorite scenes for this very purpose and i'm so excited to show you guys, they're absolutely phenomenal and every artist has been a delight to work with

DEC 6 : Secrets Best Kept - 1,000 follower celebration

a one off (this is what life and death is to twilight) vaguely inspired by bks but with a role reversal, Din Djarin is the new (reluctant) leader of Mandalore, surprise surprise, he doesn't get along well with his new advisor. I hope you guys are excited about brattamer!reader because I sure am.

DEC 7 : A love letter to Best Kept Secret.

gross & mushy. that's what this is going to be.

DEC 8 : BKS 29 : the best kept secret (epilogue)

the epilogue, and final main update for best kept secret

And that's all!! I'll see you all then!! until then expect an oh honey update and possibly a one off if i finish all my prep for this!!

#lincolndjarin #fic : best kept secret

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egittae · 6 months ago

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[drabble] unfulfilled

tw: death, grieving loss of loved one, referenced child neglect

Lambert wasn’t allowed to be by her side as she reached the last stretch of twilight within her life. The fears of him contracting the already highly contagious disease and leaving Faerghus without a king was too much, and the possibility of it reaching the new prince and effectively killing off the entire royal family in one fell swoop only hardened the court’s resolve in separating the couple.

He couldn’t be by her side and hold her hand as she left, he couldn’t give her one last peck on the cheek before sending her off to the eternal end. She’d march this lonely road without hearing his voice declaring his love to her one last time.

Had this been a year prior, Lambert would’ve rebelled against the court and fought every single individual who stood between him and his wife’s deathbed. He promised her in their wedding vows that he’d be with her in life and death, and he was determined to see that promise through.

Yet the king found himself willingly in a separate wing of the palace of Fhirdiad, heavily guarded to the point it was nearly barricaded from the outside world with shields of magic layered on each other. The air was thicker there, almost choking under the weight of castings of light and passive magic from sigils and runes on every wall to the point that anyone more attuned to magic would’ve surely gotten severely disoriented. Lambert however, saw weakness turn into boon, as his naturally awful magic affinity left him unbothered by the excessive protective measures of his court’s mages.

Him, and the little bundle of life soundly asleep in his arms as the lone king stared out the window seeking for nothing in particular. Both were born with weak affinity to magic, both possessed the same pair of bright blue eyes and a mop of blond hair. And hopefully, the little one would come to possess the star that runs in his veins, as well. He was a perfect little baby, born healthy as a horse and screaming with powerful lungs, yet quickly showed himself to be quiet and docile. Lambert already had a name ready in his mind the moment that child was placed in his arms for the first time, and the middle name was decided by him and his wife, together.

Five months, perhaps even less. By five months, Lambert didn’t lose his wife and his son to the disease that now ravaged through the territory. Perhaps he should’ve considered that a blessing of the Goddess- that her watchful eye showed mercy for the child and hurried for him to be born before certain death, but at that point the king doubted even that. Born and raised to be a believer, and yet now he flirted with heresy and wondered if his prayers for his wife’s health were met with a deaf ear by the Goddess he believed was an all powerful, loving and gentle Mother who dutifully looked after her children on land.

His wife’s death wasn’t an act of mercy. Lambert knew, no matter how much Kriemhild tried to hide it, that the disease was shredding her body apart. That behind every smile and attempts at reassuring him that all was well and that she felt better by the day, that it was all a ruse- a white blanket placed atop a hemorrhaging wound and slowly getting stained by crimson iron. The moment the bells echoed through the capital and reverberated through the palace’s structure announcing the queen’s death on that sunny afternoon, that his wife had died suffering, in pain and alone, Lambert knew there was no divine mercy to be found.

If punishing deaths were meant for those who deserved it, then he was left to sit there and simply wonder what Kriemhild could’ve ever done to deserve being slowly consumed by disease, a punishment not only to herself but also to her family, forced to watch her fading helplessly.

Lambert wondered what he had ever done to deserve this.

Lambert wondered what his son, who was not even a year old, had done to deserve a life without his mother.

He had gotten used to those bells before, having heard them when his father had died, and when his mother met her end as well. For high ranked knights and nobles they too rang, yet now each low rumble felt like a violent attack on his mind and heart. But the king didn’t shed a single tear as he watched birds scatter into the sky, his hands didn’t twitch nor grasp. Lambert faced the sky as if bidding her soul goodbye from his own prison, getting up and slowly making his way towards the bed with quiet steps and a hollowing feeling in his chest, but shoulders held square and his gaze, although tired, still grasping onto meaning. The warmth in his arms was more than enough to remind him that he couldn’t fall to despair, though in this case it was for a much more selfish reason.

The Kingdom depended on him, of course. He’d see this plague through for its sake, but his will to fight for the cure lay within the infant in his arms.

The baby was placed on his back against the soft mattress as Lambert laid right next to him, one hand supporting his own head and the other holding onto a hand much smaller than his’, as azure pools watched over the young one sleep peacefully. Dimitri was too young to understand the world, too young to even understand who or what he was, but Lambert wondered if something in him knew that his mother was gone. He wondered if her spirit had given him a little kiss on the head just before walking into the Goddess’ arms. He hoped that she did.

“Mitya.” The king’s voice was but a whisper, not wishing to wake up the baby- and not wishing to find out if his voice would break if he were to speak any louder. “It’s just us now.”

Actually saying it made his throat close up as he stared reality in the eye, but he swallowed it down and kept his composure. “...I hope this pain doesn’t find you once you’re older. And yet, I hope you are able to remember her in some shape or form.” He knew he wouldn’t. Dimitri was too young for that, but he could only cope with grief by holding onto empty hopes. “At least remember that she loved you, and that she fought through blood and tears to bring you to this world. She never gave up on you.” Lambert refused to believe the medics when they stated that her body had given up- it hadn’t. She fought her battle, and even if she lost it wasn’t cheap nor easy. Lambert refused to have his son grow up thinking his mother had simply given up on fighting the disease.

Iron filled his mouth as Lambert bit his lip, him fighting a different type of battle now- one against his own self and his own tears. It was useless to self commiserate and he had been raised to refuse that kind of behavior, but it sat there as a reminder of everything he had faced so far.

Being born as a necessary resource rather than a product of love, being taught the art of blades before he had gotten to draw his first smiley sun on a paper sheet with crayons. A childhood spent behind fortified walls, groomed from boy to weapon as the Kingdom vibrated and sang prayers of gratitude to the skies the day his crest was revealed. Being resented by his only brother for something he could never even hope to change and getting showered with false love for the same reason. Being treated well by his father and mother yet never feeling like he could ever count on them for anything outside of his duties. Pushed into a throne before he had even memorized the vows for the coronation, when the crown still sagged a slight bit when placed in his head.

Forced to fit a mold that wasn’t real, seen as someone who wasn’t real, needing to act like something that wasn’t real- but that was expected, wished for, dreamed of.

Being king and yet being swiftly ignored and overlooked by everyone around him, as he soon found out that the weight of his word came at others’ convenience and that the world was much more willing to listen to the claims of a man brandishing a blade rather than extending a hand in compassion.

“Mitya, I…” The pressure of his clenched teeth was almost dizzying, but he didn’t stop. Not when it was the only thing keeping his tears from falling on that baby boy’s cheek. He swallowed down once more, took in a shaky deep breath, and stared down at the sleeping face of his son. “...I won’t leave it up to the Goddess to decide your fate. I refuse to leave it in her hands.” Her goodwill too, came at her own convenience. Lambert refused to gamble his only son’s fate on that.

Another deep breath. “I breathe for Faerghus, but my heart beats for you alone. It ends at that.” Because he knew the day he died, Faerghus wouldn’t remember him. It would remember his crown and his armor, but not the man behind them. “...yet, forgive me. That you had to be placed on a lone road with a father who still cannot even cut his own hair without help. Forgive me, Mitya.” I’m too young for this. I don’t know what to do. No one ever taught me how to face fatherhood alone.

I don't want him to end up like me.

“I’ll raise you myself, in her honor-” Another shaky breath, though one that more closely resembles a suppressed sob. “-and so that you shall never live the life that I lived. I promise you.”

Gently pressing his forehead against the sleeping baby’s, Lambert finally allowed himself to cry silently. “Please, live as yourself. Be yourself and love yourself, my child.”

“You are more than just a jewel on a crown, and much more than any weapon. Know that I will love you unconditionally for eternity and beyond."

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“Avenge us! Those who killed us…tear them apart! Destroy them all!”

The world went black and the star was extinguished. In a limbo, wedged between the folds of time, yet still holding onto the faintest thread of consciousness. It lasted merely seconds as the brain can only live for so long after losing its blood flow, but it was enough for a single, chilling thought to overstay its welcome- as if catching a glimpse of something seconds before a door is closed.

I wielded my son like a weapon.

#[ if he were to ever stray down the wrong path...] (drabbles)#[HAPPY FATHERS DAAAAAY]#[ or well early that is but posting it now bc im sure i'll forget tomorrow bc arena ]

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octoberland · 11 months ago

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Okay, so. I have the week from Christmas to New Year's off. And I have no holiday plans. So I'm thinking it could be fun to spend some time writing some drabbles because I REALLY miss writing fan fiction. So feel free to send me prompts. My fandoms haven't changed but as a refresher:

Loki MCU in general Star Wars The Walking Dead Twilight Warm Bodies Godzilla (though I've never written this one) The Strain vampires in general

Favorite pairings include but are not limited to:

Tasertricks Reylo Caryl Bella/Edward Sherlolly Kal/Clark/Lois (Snyderverse)

I'm open to writing things of all ratings and I enjoy writing dark stuff and happy stuff.

#fandom #fan fiction #writing #holidays #Loki #Reylo #Caryl #Sherlolly #Twilight

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soulnottainted · 11 months ago

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New Hire

Kelsey Anderson, childhood friend to Vanessa, goes in an unemployment office for some counseling. She doesn't expect to reunite with an old friend and soon become a part of his operation. (non-romantic)

I haven't written a drabble in like two years, but I'm finally not burnt out to write one so HERE! Safe to rb!

"Kelsey Anderson?" the intercom came on, the voice of a woman speaking from the reception desk, reading off the name for the first and last time.

Miss Anderson stood up, trying to hide her nerves and disheveled emotions internally. She wore her most business-attire fitting outfit in her wardrobe, a white blouse paired with a thin maroon cardigan. In the outfit, she looked older than she really was, the young age of her early twenties.

Carefully her small hands removed the headphones off her one ear; she only had half on in preparation to her name being called. David Bowie's Reality became faint and muffled before her fingers found the power button on her portable CD player, the vocals "Never look over reality's shoulder" finishing before it silenced with a click.

At the reception desk, the lady who had said her name politely but clearly uninterested and disassociating, stated to go to the door to the right, and that her counselor was Mr. Steve Raglan.

A pit formed in her stomach. It wasn't that she wasn't grateful for a counselor for help, it was that Kelsey felt utterly useless. She did everything she was supposed to, being an almost grade A student throughout her entire school career, even in college, and yet when it came to finding a job in her field, it all hit dead ends. It didn't help also that any jobs were customer service in places Kelsey had no passion of being in. Having sensory and traumatic issues, it was a difficult task to even enjoy her work, becoming a soulless zombie.

And when she told her parents she were to quit, after having a new job every year for the past four years, this was how she ended up in the unemployment office, feeling like an absolute failure.

"Thank you," Kelsey replied quietly, heart thudding in her chest as she made her way towards the door that would send her back to the counselors' offices. Whilst walking, she placed her CD player and headphones in her star shaped crossbody purse that displayed many pins of various interests. Her parents wanted her to bring a normal purse, but despite wanting to be professional, she wanted to be herself too. Then, after going down the hall, she took a right at the very end, the nameplate she was looking for next to the appropriate door.

Standing there for a moment, the young woman's breath became ragged, her anxieties and pressure on her shoulders getting the better of her, besides the thoughts in her head thinking about how this career counselor would judge her. She'd have to talk about herself and talk about how she truly wanted to work but there were many inside and outside factors that kept her from being successful. That morning, Kelsey even tried to rehearse certain scenarios for certain questions, just in case she'd have a mind blank.

The appointment was now. She had to knock on the door, open it, and the appointment would start. A part of her wanted nothing more than to turn and walk out of there, but she had to keep going. Courage, dear heart...

She knocked unsure but firmly on the door a couple times before a male voice answered with just enough chipper attitude that Kelsey thought it was fake, "Come in!"

Fingers grasped the cold metal door handle before pressing down, unlocking and opening the door to the room. Just taking a step into the room like she was in an episode of the Twilight Zone, going into the mouth of the void, never to be seen again. Sure this could've been blown out of proportion, but Kelsey's anxiety disorder unfortunately did this for most scenarios, denying taking any medication for it, for fear of retaliation if anyone found out she did, they'd tell her the anxiety disorder was non-existent.

"Good afternoon," the voice said warmly, Kelsey again second guessing if his warmth was true or not, that he put on the same show for 20 other clients he had that day, "Come in, come in, don't be shy, I don't bite."

He sounded familiar, but the name she couldn't place, swearing that she heard that voice as a kid. She wouldn't know, not unless she got a good look Mr. Raglan. But then she did. It didn't take perhaps five seconds for Kelsey to stop in her tracks, standing in the counselor's office like a stone statue with a confused, neutral look on its face.

"Wait....I don't mean to pry and this is gonna sound so stupid if I get this wrong," she started slowly, "But...Mr. Afton, is that you?"

This Mr. Afton she hadn't seen in more than ten years at this point. After there were five missing children tied to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the place where Kelsey spent most of her time as a child was shut down. Funnily enough, Kelsey was always playing with Mr. Afton's daughter Vanessa, alongside those five missing kids. Over her friendship with Vanessa, Kelsey honestly spent more time with the Afton family than her own, always at the pizzeria, or over at their house for sleepovers. But after the pizzeria shut down, there was an eerie radio silence and cut off communication from both William and his daughter.

As a child, Kelsey never understood. Not much was released to the public either, shrouding the Aftons in mystery. Same thing for Henry Emily and his family, but not as much as the Aftons. Every day Kelsey could walk by the shut down business and the lights would still be on in the evenings despite not being open for almost 20 years. All she could wonder was whether her best childhood friend was okay or not. But seeing Mr. Afton here, William in the flesh, in the strangest place to reunite with him was....something to say the least.

Mr. Raglan's eyes widened at the mention of this other name. The young woman never thought twice of why he changed his name, at least not yet anyway, and he intended to keep it that way. The man paused himself, looking at the girl for a few moments before settling his eyes back down to read her name on her resume. No, it couldn't be! What in the hell kind of coincidence was this?

Settling the file down on his desk with a soft landing after some airtime, the man grinned, genuinely, "Kelsey? Wow, h-hey kiddo, long time no see!"

At the confirmation, the girl's heart thudded but with different reasoning now, excited to see her friend's father for the first time in so long. Her uneasiness turned into a smile right back at him, the grip she had holding the strap to her bag loosened, "Yeah, yeah that's me. How are you, Mr. A-"

"Please, call me Steve," he interrupted abruptly, "William is my middle name." That was a lie, but Kelsey never looked into it.

"Steve," Kelsey corrected as she made her way towards the guest seat across from the desk, "How've you been? How's Vanessa? I thought you two moved or something, never heard from you again."

"Ah," Steve stood up, coming out from around his desk before giving Kelsey a couple pats on the shoulder before giving a slight side hug, "Yeah, it was a whole fiasco when the pizzeria shut down. So much so we did have to move. Still stayed in town, but it was very abrupt. I'm sorry 'Nessa couldn't contact you, it was a rough time for both of us. But she's doing well, I'm proud of her, my little bunny's an officer of the law now."

"What? No shit, that's awesome!" Kelsey grinned at hearing her friend was doing so well, then quickly back-tracked on her swear, "Oop--Sorry."

A slight warm chuckle escaped the six foot tall man, keeping his large hand on her shoulder, "It's alright. Besides we're practically family, aren't we?" A pause. "Well, enough about me, how have you been? Come on, kiddo, sit, let's see what I can do for you. You're in good hands." As he made his round back towards his own seat, he offered her coffee, which Kelsey politely declined as she sat down.

"Well...you can guess how things are going because I'm here," Kelsey noted with a nervous chuckle, going into the worst part of any therapy or counseling, alongside the worst part of job interviews.

"Well besides that," Mr. Afton rolled his eyes with a smile, taking amusement with her comment, opening her file again to peruse the resume, then commented, "You got many awards listed from high school academics, a couple of college scholarships, you graduated with an associates degree a few years ago in art and design. But...I don't see any creative jobs on here, though. Why is that? You clearly have the skills and the credentials you need."

"Yeah well that's where things go down the drain for me," her hands fidgeted in her lap. She wanted to look at Steve, but she didn't have the heart to, "I've applied to numerous jobs based off my major. Nobody wanted me, so I had to take whatever jobs I could get. Whatever I got though, I'd be instantly burned out. I'm just not...built that way."

Honestly her thoughts were just waiting for Steve to talk just as her parents did of her, ready to send her spirit plummeting to the ground, saying that her words were just excuses.

But instead he replied with a slight nod, leaning forward on his elbows, his glasses having a slight glare from the light above. "I see where you're coming from. I mean, when you were small, you always had to have earplugs in or else you'd have a sensory overload. You never really played like a normal kid either. Sure you'd draw with Vanessa and play dolls, but your focus was mostly being on your own. Being around kids being kids for the most part was too much for you, so you'd just stick to standing near the animatronics on stage or if Golden Bonnie was around."

The man smiled when he mentioned Golden Bonnie, as if thinking about an old friend. When Kelsey was little, she would stay beside the character mascot, really thinking of him as a friend. Golden Bonnie in return would make sure she trusted him, almost like a guardian. Sure he'd play around with the other children that wanted his attention, but his eyes always kept watch on the quietest child of all. The little one never figured out that Golden Bonnie was Vanessa's father, the man who would come out after Golden Bonnie would say goodbye in the evening, and then offer the two girls to go out for ice cream after closing.

Kelsey was still trying to figure out what exactly Golden Bonnie was, even to this day. This was the only child left that associated Golden Bonnie with something good, and William intended to keep it that way. She'd never know what horrible things William had done in that suit.

"You loved Golden Bonnie," he continued, "You loved all the animatronics over there. And they loved you, kiddo, and I'm sure they still do."

At the sentimental statement, the girl smiled softly, a tinge of sadness to it, although it was a bit strange to suggest the animatronics were real now, "I did. Bonnie was my favorite. All of them felt like my friends. Sure, they were robots but as a kid, my brain couldn't tell the difference. I still dunno if Golden Bonnie was a bot or a human or what, but...That bunny made me feel safe."

Typically William's pride came when he got the rush he got when he killed back in the 80s, or the pride he felt when he hired that new security guard without a hitch who was...currently indisposed. Right, he needed another one...Soon. But this pride now came from knowing that he did something that positively affected someone instead of the opposite. Whatever little left he had of his humanity, Kelsey had found it.

"I'm glad," he smiled fondly down at her shorter form, "Well I was going to keep this a secret, but from how many years I've known you and how much you've loved the place, I think I'm gonna tell you now." Mr Raglan, Mr Afton's hands clasped firmly on his desk with a grin, looking like he wasn't a 50 something year old and more like a kid in a candy store, the anticipation killing him.

"I have a job for you. And I think you're gonna like what I'm offering."

The girl sitting across from him raised an eyebrow. Really? He had a job offer? This early? He was confident in it too? Kelsey had to know.

"Yeah? What....What is it?"

The counselor had a glint in his eye, looking for a brief second like the madman he was. Sure Kels trusted him and didn't think her life was in any danger, but he looked crazed, as if something was being set in motion. His palms lay flat on the desk before his slim form stood, grinning down at the child he used to babysit, all grown up. It was time for her to return. She'd never know what really goes on, and she'd be just as happy. The animatronics would love to see her.

"Freddy's is re-opening...and I'd like you to be a part of that, Kelsey."

The girl's eyes went wide, flabbergasted by what he just said, "Are...Are you serious?"

His grin grew even wider as Kelsey questioned him. He knew she'd be interested.

"And I'd like you," he continued calmly despite his disposition, "To be assistant manager. You'd be helping run the place in all aspects, making sure all employees and customers are having a good time during operational hours. You'd be at the heart of the operation. And if someone gives you bullshit, could be anybody? I'll take care of it. You're a real special kid, Kels. You got talent, you're smart, you know how to connect with your inner child."

"Mr. Afton," she has started to say, shaking her head in disbelief of what she was hearing, but he just kept on going.

"Wages can be justified, you'll get 40 hours solid a week, you'll have to work some Saturdays because of how busy it is, but I'm sure I can find someone to cover for you every once in a while if you need to be somewhere. Also..."

One of his large hands picked up a pen and started to tap it on the table along with each word, "I need an artist's touch to get the place lively again. I'd like to get a big mural done near the entrance into the restaurant, something to welcome the new and returning customers with, something that really stirs the imagination. You think you can do that, kiddo?"

Speechless. Utterly speechless. She couldn't have imagined a better place to work. She already had felt right at home there, granted she hadn't set foot there in years, but the thought of introducing her animatronic friends to a new generation of children to take into their hearts? Kelsey was sold.

"I..." Kelsey laughed, "I don't know what to say!"

His plan was working. In turn for being his top employee, no harm would come to her. He was partial to her, just like his own daughter, although Vanessa had a few close calls...

He returned her laugh with an upbeat chuckle, opening up his arms wide, as if he was Willy Wonka, done presenting his latest and greatest candy to the world, "You don't have to say anything! I see that you're interested just by your expression. It tugs at your heart strings. I knew you'd love it. The place will be cleaned up in the meantime, but come next Monday, you and I can start brainstorming ideas for that mural, and I can reintroduce you to the building, get a sense of where everything is. It won't officially open for about a month, but I need you to know that if you accept the position, you are guaranteed it."

Kelsey couldn't believe that her favorite place in the world, filled with childhood memories, would be re-opening. Things would need to be updated for modern times but...the majority of it, including the animatronic show, would be the same one. Her heart became full.

"I-Im honored," both her dimples showed as she stood, a smaller hand reaching out to shake William...Steve's larger one, "I'll take it."

"Wonderful, Kels!" he shook it firmly before patting her hand when she let go, "I knew you'd be the right choice. Now-- You'll have to fill out paperwork and all the boring forms, but after that? You're good to set sail, my dear."

Excitedly, Mr. Raglan pulled out the necessary forms from a folder in his filing cabinet, then handed them to Kelsey, as well as the pen he had held onto. After telling her to ask him any questions at all about certain parts of the form, William Afton was awkwardly silent as Kelsey filled out the information on the papers. It made her want to start a conversation just to fill in the white noise. It was too quiet.

"So next Monday is orientation?" she asked, almost done with the stack after several minutes.

With a sharp nod, the lanky man drank a sip of his coffee before answering, putting it down afterwards next to his mug of pens, "Yes, Monday morning. I'll be expecting you by nine."

"Nine," Kelsey repeated to confirm it in her mind, "Got it. And uhh what about attire? Black pants, business shoes?"

"Oh come now, Kelsey," he gently scolded her, "Wear whatever you'd like. Its orientation. Besides, you'll be getting your own uniform when you start; I'm not worried. It'll be just you and I for the day."

The anxieties and concerns Kelsey had were diminished in just a few sentences. This was too good to be true, but she finally would be happy, she hoped. Finishing up signing the many documents, she stood up again, handing them to her family friend, her new boss.

"I can't wait to start, Mr. Afton," she beamed like a ray of light up to him, "Really, this'll be an amazing opportunity for me."

"Likewise, Miss Anderson," Steve pulled back into his professionalism a tad, placing the documents in a safe place before clapping his hands together, beaming down at her like a proud parent, "I can't wait to see what you can do for the old place, breathe some new life into it. I'm sure you'll do amazing things here with your potential."

If Vanessa was here, she'd stop Kelsey immediately, telling her that this was dangerous...but Vanessa wasn't there. Nobody could stop William Afton now. His restaurant was going to open again, he would continue his spree of killing, and his staff wouldn't know the wiser. Everything was falling into place. Kelsey would carry the illusion of happiness in the place while the truth would be hidden from her and the guest view.

"Well, that's all I need from you," he dropped his arms to his sides, "Everything is all set. You got any questions for me, squirt?"

"Oh I'll be sure to think of some over the week!"

"Absolutely, absolutely. Uhhh if you wanna give me a call with any questions, you can. Here, my card. Has my number and extension. I'm here throughout the evening, mostly night shifts."

"At a counseling office?"

"Yeah," he breathed through his teeth before continuing, "I stay after hours to catch up on the next day. So don't feel shy to call, I'm always here."

The card she took and slipped into her purse without a second thought, "Perfect, I will."

As the meeting came to a close, Mr. Raglan grinned down at his new employee. He had watched her blossom as a child and now he was going to see her succeed alongside him in his line of work. The thought made him shake his head, "Good, good...Now you rest up, because next week we are going to hit the ground running, alright?"

"I will."

"C'mere kiddo," William came around for a full hug this time, his long arms wrapping around Kelsey's small round body, squeezing reassuringly, "You're gonna do great. And it's so good to see you too. You've grown up way too fast, you have to stop doing that, okay? I don't need more reminders that I'm an old man."

She ended up laughing softly at that, "Okay, I won't. Tell Vanessa I said hi?"

He paused for a moment, abruptly, before replying, as if he was coming out of a trance, "Oh yeah, yeah, sure I will! Will do." He then looked down at his watch before patting her shoulder, letting her go finally, "Jesus--Sorry Kels, I might have to gently kick you out, my next appointment should be here any minute."

"Oh no, that's okay, totally get it," she quickly nodded, "I'll see you Monday? Nine?"

"Yep! You got it," Steve winked, "I'll see you around, kiddo. Thanks for coming in."

And with that, Kelsey gave him a partial wave before exiting the room.

William stood there, smiling to himself, not just because he just hired his daughter's childhood friend, but also because of the next candidate he had lined up right after her. He pulled out the file and read the name over and over again.

Kelsey passed a young disheveled man in a hoodie grudgingly make his way to the office she just came out of. She didn't get a good look at him, more focused on her own success of the meeting, grinning ear to ear as she exited the building. Clearly the guy didn't want to be there, he glanced up at Kelsey for a moment before going back to his route of looking at the floor. She popped her headphones back on to resume the voice of David Bowie, a triumphant end to what was supposed to be a nerve wracking assessment.

The door opened to Mr. Raglan's office. The meeting started, the tone shockingly being a complete opposite of what Kelsey went through. The counselor swiveled in his chair with the young man's file in his hands, looking over the pages. He had looked over them many times before this, unknowingly to the soulless client sitting across from him. Steve hummed a few times in fake thought, acting at his finest. Then his voice got very low, almost in a growl in fake distaste, looking up at his next victim. He was having way too much fun.

"What is your deal, Mike?"

#my writing ;;

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