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lamaenthel · 10 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you for tagging me @ahsokathegray !!<3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25!

2. What's your total A03 word count?

231k lmaoooo when did that happen I feel like I've been in a fugue state since February

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars (and technically, TECHNICALLY The Matrix but it's a Star Wars AU fusion lmao)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Porg Eyes, Princess For A Year, Ram'ser'ika, Better Than Nothing, The Contingency

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes every single one omfg I love everyone

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, Soft Dark Nothing is Ahsoka and Rex on the moon right after The Tribunal crashed so by default it's gotta be her (rip Jesse my beloved)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Not Bad ends up with Snips n Skyguy going to Biscuit Baron lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet but I live in fear every day especially since I'm dipping my toe in the Republic Commandos pond and I know the girlies are passionate

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do and it's ridiculously graphic HAHAHA no but there's a reason I haven't posted any Rexsoka smut. Makin y'all wait for it until they COMMIT, gotta keep that tension in there somewhere uwu. But wlw, mlw, mlm, aliens and cyborgs gonna work their way in there eventually (?) I have Not Out Loud, which is an mlm fic with Boba tying up Cal and facefucking him (Kesett nation rise)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Go Ask Ahsoka is the Matrix crossover that I wrote for AU August which I will eventually update lmfao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but I would cry

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not like… technically but Erika is my beta and my bestie and she comes up with amazing ideas and lets me play with her OCs so honestly she counts (ilu)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Rexsoka 💙🧡, closely followed by Anidala (burning down the galaxy for a single person is objectively WRONG but also hot)

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well Do Not Go Gentle is a huge fucking project that I HOPE I finish one day

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at action. I enjoy it which helps lmao

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get really ahead of myself laying out hints and red herrings which I then forget about (Princess For A Year especially is the worst about this, I am so sorry for all of those hints about Sylen being a pretend Mandalorian I fucked up so bad with that one but I'm going to rewrite it eventually to bring back a bunch of my dropped subplots)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I enjoy it and do so regularly. Mando'a nuhur'shya ni ru'kar'tayli. And it makes my brain work in unexpected ways, it's like a puzzle trying to figure out the wacky ass baby's-first-conlang grammar that is Karen's creation (what the fuck kind of language doesn't have a passive voice)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

OKAY OKAY TECHNICALLY, TECHNICALLY????? It was the Lion King. I was in first grade and we had to write a little storybook and illustrate the pages they gave us with crayons and my story was How Simba Lost His Mane lmfaoooo

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I have poured my whole heart, soul, brain, and pussy into Tivaevae pls read it it's longer than The Hobbit

no pressure tags: @soliloquy-of-nemo, @tangledlichen, @ink-in-books, @hannah-schooler

#tag game #LOOK MA I DO ACTUALY REMEMBERED TO DO ONE OF THESE #rexsoka #kesett #my writing

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strawberrystepmom · 10 months

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dearest stepmom of strawberries do you have any tales to tell of your three babies with satoru? ^_^

boy do I!!!!!!

satomi is our eldest daughter and she is very musically gifted! she loves to dance and the first thing she did after she started walking was that little like toddler squat dance thing and satoru has 80000000 photos of her doing it and sometimes I catch him watching them bcccc he can’t handle his little girl growing up. but when she was little I’d sing a song to her to soothe her or get her to sleep my papa sang to me as a kid it’s Portuguese it’s about a little butterfly and she sometimes hums the song to a picture of me and haibara and nanami we have in our living room

her siblings are…they are so…rambunctious. twins. we wanted one and got a bogo, yuna is older by 15 minutes and kenji is the baby of the family in every single way possible. yuna looks the most like me out of all of the kids but acts exactly like her father and will do anything to make people watch her and smile. my lil baby honk honk clown!! she steals her dad’s phone and sends voice notes to everyone she possibly can so everyone in our circle has at least one unintelligible babble message from her lmfao

kenji is a mommy’s boy and he loves to know how things work. a “why”er to his soul. loves to wave at everyone but plays shy as soon as they notice him. we can’t walk into a place without him being like “why?” baby I can’t answer that for you but we will see what we can figure out so we read a lot of books lmao he loves satoru very much and is always like 🟢 ‿ 🔵 when he sees him but he loves coming to work with me and meeting the students and fkdkdkdkdkdm he’s so good

#answered #satoken #cw children #thank you for asking I scream when ppl ask me about my kids ily

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macabrecravings · 6 months

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Cain starts using Evangeline too???

Yesss… Seeking out traumatized individuals is his favorite hobby…. mansplain manipulate malewife 💞 LMFAO JK.

But yeahh, originally my first impression of them was that he wouldn’t even bother w/ her because bc 1) She’s gross. 2) It’s clear she wouldn’t be … receptive. She doesn’t trust *anyone*, he would be no exception.

But!!! As I’ve continued thinking about her & seen how she reacts in moments of greater lucidity/low trauma… It’s got me thinking :)

TLDR: If they’re friendly, Cain could treat her like a little princess! She’s a little doll he can help and put on a better path <3 She has no faith in God but she believes in him & that makes him crazy! ^_^

In DOL, to complete the whole museum, you have to have access to the Temple. Meaning… Evangeline will eventually have to become an initiate. Aaaah uhoh she’s in Cain’s domain …..!!! Ehehe so, obviously Evangeline has her… type. [Rich older men who treat her like shit.] And, well, Cain isn’t older. But he is a monk. Which means he’s an *authority figure* or whatever ^_^ That + his looks, school status, and general reputation, = Evangeline is so very cautious in his presence. Walks on eggshells, she wants to stay in his good graces.

“Luckily” for her, Cain frequently puts himself in dangerous stations to stop bullying & assaults on the street— both of which she experiences ALL THE TIME. I could imagine that after he saves her a few times, she’d feel… indebted to him. Clearly, he’s a kind soul. Selfless and passionate, if not a bit brutish in the way he protects people. He could protect her. And she’d easily become dependent on him.

Which is absolutely perfect for him! Evangeline could make Cain’s savior complex go WIIILLDD :))

When Cain approaches Seraphina and tells her “You need help. I can help you. Trust in me <3” She’s like “??? No fuck off? I’m fine on my own, I don’t need you or God??” But Evangeline- She’s desperate for help. Usually, her go-to is Harper, but If this big popular guy who’s known for his good deeds and strength— if he wants to help her and give her lifestyle tips…? Man she’s going to listen out of intimidation if nothing else

Also there’s the whole upper-class lifestyle they’re both yearning for. Morgan tells Evangeline that she needs to be “the quintessential socialite” and tells her all about their family history and they’re from a noble house etc etc. Well, Cain’s a former rich kid who is also still striving to be high status like that too. He can tutor her, give her tips, like i’m being so fr he could absolutely shift her life— or at least the both of them think so!!

Okay one last one then I’m going to bed. Funny TV show trope. Cain = absolute top of the school reputation. Evangeline = bottom of the barrel. Rbis could result in them going omg hi!!! in the hallway and his friends being like 😟😟🤨??? is that ur little sister or smth …. (Evangeline cannot have a single relationship without incest allegations srry) /j

#really normaling about them clearly #gn it’s 3am #oc: cain #oc: evangeline #oc lore #original post🍓💌

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waffelteufel · 2 years

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Unrelated random Thelyss family headcanons i put on twitter a long time ago that I still like:

Despite Verin's golden retriever attitude at first glance he is actually a genius strategist and leader type who is able to make excellent tough decisions. He also beats Essek at chess every single time and Essek hates it.

Essek always cheats in every game he plays with Verin during family reunions so Verin wouldn't be surprised to hear of the treason lmfao.

Deirta probably figured out Essek stole the beacons almost immediately, but he is still her son whom she does love, contrary to Essek's belief. She is aware she is far from being a perfect mother despite being deemed a perfect soul, especially with how distant she's been and how much pressure she's put on her sons. There's some heavy psychological stuff going on. One of the reasons Essek went unnoticed for 3+ years? Deirta noticed where he got sloppy and secretly covered for him. On one hand she can't have her den suffer such a scandal, on the other hand she doesn't want her stupid unconsecuted son to be executed. She might think herself a terrible mother but she would never admit it out of shame. Essek refused consecution so she feels like he doomed himself with no chance of recovering. He was a difficult child but she still sees herself when she looks at him and it's killing her.

She is basically committing treason every time she keeps HIS treason a secret and it feels like she dug herself a hole even though Essek's already lying in his. Their relationship is worsening with each passing year.

The Thelyss family is actually unusually tall and lanky for drow standards and Verin is the tallest out of all of them. Someone had to compensate for Essek stealing all of the brains.

Unusually and very out of character, Essek played matchmaker for Verin and a crush of Verin's once for the hell of it, and it worked and he honest to god believes he must have peaked socially in that moment because it all went downhill ever since lmao.

Essek's father had a beautiful singing voice and Essek's most treasured memory of him is his father singing him to sleep with hauntingly beautiful (and forbidden lolthian) lullabies when he couldn't trance yet. Essek still remembers the tunes too.

Essek and Verin have dozens of siblings that aren't related to them by blood, because they are their mother's children from past lifes. The family is so big that you lose track of everything, and neither Essek nor Verin are particularly close to those other siblings because of the disconnect that consecution causes within a family.

Deirta gave birth to her sons outside the range of a beacon on purpose, because she is tired of "losing" her kids after they start remembering their past lifes. After Essek found out he became enraged, because of all the pressure it had put on him and his brother during their entire youth once it was clear they weren't old souls. In the end, we are but selfish creatures.

Deirta and Essek would forgive each other in an instant, if they just gave each other the chance. Everybody in the family still cares for each other but they are all so fucking dysfunctional that nobody believes it to be true.

#essek thelyss #deirta thelyss #verin thelyss #critical role #i talk sometimes

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doodlebugg16-blog · 1 year

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Pretty Soul

Single Dad! Mechanic! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader blurb

18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: mentions of (y/n), cursing, kind of slow but also straight to the point??, anxiety, stress, fluff, she/her pronouns, Eddie is mid 20s, reader is same age, slightly descriptive?, if i’m missing anything lemme know

Summary: You meet Eddie and find out he has a daughter

A/N: This is my first time writing on tumblr hehe so plz spare me. I’m back on my eddie phase (its not a phase, its a lifestyle). any tips with format and if I need to add to the warnings plz let me know. I used to write on wattpad lmfao. I'm also coming out of a writer's block ew ik. also, imma always put “18+ minors dni” so make sure to read the warnings before reading! I honestly didn’t know how to end this—cry—I spent two days writing this while getting out of this horrid writers block. Plz send suggestions lmfao.Hope you all enjoy! <3

You finally moved out of your parents' house. Finally. You're waitress job finally paid off. You found a trailer just far enough away from your parents to where you wouldn't run in to them often and they wouldn't bother to visit. It wasn't much but it was yours and today you were moving in.

After pulling into your makeshift driveway, you parked and sat for a second. A sigh of relief escaped as you took in your new home.

Unfortunately, you had to unload and unpack by yourself. Your parents only cared about you getting out into the world.

You huffed as you attempted to carry one of the many giant boxes out of you car. You silently thank yourself for remembering to bubble wrap almost everything. As you set down the box inside, you turn to see the sky growing darker. You furrow your brows and look at your watch.

"It's only 3..." You mumble, looking back outside. Stepping back onto the front steps, it starts to drizzle. "Shit!" You run to your car and try to assess how much you half left, just for it to start pouring. Luckily, you have the hood of your trunk for temporary cover. You had a dodge ramcharger--curtsey of your parents graduation gift. Suddenly you heard a voice approaching.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?"

You turned to find a familiar frame. The man stood tall. He had curly hair, a little below his shoulders. Big brown eyes that looked tired. You noticed his attire--dark blue coveralls. Where have I seen him before?

"I-I'm okay! I'm trying to move in my stuff. I had no idea it was going to rain." You tried to smooth out your damp hair out of your face. He gave a sweet smile and gestured towards you and your home.

“Go inside and dry off. I can get the rest for you.” His offer was hard to resist. You sighed, doing a double-take towards the car. “Are you sure?” He nodded and shooed you away.

About an hour had passed and he had finished bringing in all of your stuff. The rain had finally stopped and you had realized you hadn’t gotten his name.

“I’m (y/n) by the way.” You extended you hand towards him as he set a small box on the kitchen counter. He chewed his lip, contemplating the handshake.

“Eddie.” He replied, deciding not to leave you hanging. You smiled and nodded. “Thank you so much for helping me out. I probably would’ve drowned out there.” You giggled, letting go of his hand. They were warm and calloused.

“It’s no big deal. Can’t have a pretty lady drowning, now can we?” His cheeky smile made your ears heat up. “I do have to be getting back now. It was nice to meet you, (y/n)” You nodded and walked him to the door. “It was very nice meeting you, Eddie. Take care.” With that he left and you shut the door, making sure to lock it for the night. Now it was time to figure out dinner and unpack all the chaos.

You finally plopped on you bed after setting up your room. You turned to look at your clock on the wall. 12:00 a.m.

“Gosh it’s late..” Thinking out loud, you managed to get back up and grabbed some pajamas (a baggy t-shirt and black shorts).

You couldn’t sleep. One person kept flooding your mind. Eddie. Why was he so familiar? Why was he so nice to a stranger? Why was he so damn attractive? And why did he have to be your neighbor?

Then it dawned on you. Highschool. The freak. That damn Hellfire club. You gasped and covered your face.

You don’t remember falling asleep but now you are woken up by the sun hitting your face. “I gotta get some curtains..” You mumbled out, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. It was a Saturday. You had the weekend to get things functional around the house before going back to work Monday. Looking at the clock you noticed it was 6:30 a.m.. You needed coffee badly.

You got dressed for the day. Blue jeans and a tucked in t-shirt with chucks. You wore your hair down. You grabbed your bag and keys, heading out the door.

You locked your door and turned to notice smoke next door. You recognized the curly hair and smiled. The trailers weren’t far from each other. You walked to the end of your trailer and leaned against it. Eddie sitting on his steps maybe 5ft away.

“Good morning.” He returned the comment and took another drag from his cigarette. “Listen, I- um- I’d like to repay you for helping me out yesterday. Could I invite you over for dinner tonight? Or maybe I could bring it over since I still have boxes left?” You chewed the inside of your cheek immediately. He seemed to hesitate. “You really don’t have to repay me. I was just trying to be a decent human being.” You scoffed. “Which is exactly why I have to repay you. There aren’t many decent humans left nowadays. I have to run some errands anyways.” His lip tugged at the corned as he took a final drag and put out his cigarette. “I guess you’ve got a deal pretty lady.” You smiled and nodded in approval. “How does smothered porkchops sound?” You could see his eyes light up from a mile away. “ The pretty lady can cook?!” He exclaimed, jumping off of his steps, making it to the ground. You burst out into laughter. “Of course I can cook! And you have way too much energy this early in the morning!” You tried to stifle your laughter. He scoffed and threw his hand to his chest, pretending to be stabbed in the heart. It reminded you of how he acted in school. He never cared what people thought. He was still going to be his outgoing, weird self. “This might sound weird, but i actually remember you from high school..” He sighed and glanced back at his front door. “And you still want to offer dinner and continue talking to me?” You smiled. “I wish I had the pleasure of meeting you sooner. I would always end up in the library doing volunteer work while you guys would do your little club. It was actually quite entertaining listening to your game.” He blushed, letting a laugh slip.

That’s how it was for the next couple of weeks. You would wake up early to find him on his steps smoking. You would make coffee and join him. You noticed that on weekends he would sleep in later and work longer, later shifts. You found out that he is a mechanic and that he visits his uncle on the weekends. You felt like you were finally getting to warm up and know more about Eddie, until you woke up in the middle of the night to screaming and crying at your front door.

You jolted up and ran to the front door, yanking it open. Standing in-front of you was a little girl with dark curly hair in pink footie pajamas.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” You knelt down to her level. She sniffed and hugged you, clinging for dear life. “Daddy gone!” She whined out. You furrowed your brows and stepped onto the front step, glancing around. “You can’t find daddy? Do you know where home is?” You tried to communicate as best as you could. She immediately pointed to the trailer next to yours—Eddie’s. Your eyes widened. Did Eddie have a daughter? Why have you never seen her before? Was she confused?

You lightly bounced her and and contemplated walking over there to see. “What’s your name honey?” She rubbed her eyes and looked up to you. She had to be Eddie’s. Those big brown eyes and curly hair. “Liwwy.” She replied. She seemed to be getting tired again. You hummed and held her close, walking to the bottom of the stairs. “Alright Lilly, we’re gonna go find daddy, okay?” The little girl nodded and hugged your neck tighter. Before you started walking, Eddie’s front door swung open with him barreling down—almost missing the stairs completely. “Lilly?! Where are you?!” He yelled. He then looked in your direction and noticed the small figure in your arms. He rushed over and started spewing apologies.

“I’m so sorry—she was asleep—I—showering—“

You immediately grabbed his shoulder to calm him. “Eddie, it’s okay. She ran right over. I don’t think she went anywhere else. She’s okay.” He caught his breath and nodded. He noticed Lilly was now asleep in your arms. “I’m so sorry for waking you up. I thought the door was locked. She usually goes to my room.” You shook your head and smiled. “It’s really okay. If I would’ve known, I would’ve been more vigilant for this cute escape artist.” He smiled and ran a hand through his damp hair. “I wanted to tell you..I just—“

“Honey, you don’t have to explain. I’m just glad I could help. And if you ever need help, I’m right next door. She’s always welcome and so are you.” You spoke softly as to not wake the sleeping toddler. He nodded and gave a silent ‘thank you’. You carefully handed Lilly back and bid Eddie a goodnight.

From that point forward, you and Eddie spent a lot of time together. Lilly would spend “girls nights” with you before bed. You would often make dinner for the three of you. It was blissful. Eddie finally asked you out on an official date. The two of you became inseparable, along with Lilly.

#eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #reader #single dad eddie #eddie munson fluff #eddie x y/n #eddie stranger things

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unhingedselfships · 2 years

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So I was asked to elaborate! And here we are. Cause I'm procrastinating. Lmfao.

H. - Tool (Ænima 1996)

This one, kinda hit pinnacle of her side of the dynamic for me. I latched onto it hard.

Kadokura is an objectively "bad" man. She knows this very well. She knows he manipulates, and that she is not separate or an exception to/from that. There is darkness in him, and he brings out the darkness in others. If he can be bothered to.

He hurts people. Literally and figuratively, herself included. And she lets him. She knows, and she allows it, accepts it, at times even craves it.

It's unhealthy. She's unhealthy. She doesn't mind.

Freak - Sub Urban ft REI AMI (Thrill Seeker EP 2020)

And here we see perfectly normal totally healthy Kimi again. (/s)

As far as I can figure, Kadokura collects people. And if they weren't monsters, chances are, he'll make them into one. Kimi will do anything for the validation and praise she needs. It's almost... Pathetically desperate.

DEVIL - Shinedown (ATTENTION ATTENTION 2018)

This one is almost... Playful? On Kimi's part. And includes an unnamed and irrelevant 3rs party. But it basically comes down to Kimi telling someone to watch themselves because "the Devil", Kadokura, is aware and waiting. A warning to tread carefully, because someone much more dangerous than they're prepared for, is just in the other room.

Under the Water - The Pretty Reckless (Hit Me Like A Man 2012)

Given the background she has here, in a messy sort of way, Kimi views Kadokura as a savior. She was crying out for someone, anyone, to save her, and then there he was. Serendipity.

The Remedy (3 Kord Scissor King) - Puscifer (Money Shot - Your Re-Load 2016)

This is also almost playful. And Kimi getting a bit... Big for her britches, as my mother would say. It's a sort of, telling off anyway who dares to cross her boss. When someone she loves, is devoted to, is treated or spoken of poorly she can get. Mean. They've become "lowly" in her eyes. Unworthy.

Dance with the Devil - Breaking Benjamin (Phobia 2006)

This one's mostly self explanatory I think. I'm sure she's been warned away, by more than one person, but. She's never been very good at listening. This can only end terribly but. Oh well.

Fragile Minds - Silent Theory (Delusions 2016)

A peak into how she's doing with her devotion. Not well lmao. She is willing to give anything and everything. Her mind, her body, her soul, her life. She'll break herself for him, in any and every way. Whatever he asks. She destroy herself if asks. And she knows it isn't ok. That she isn't ok. She doesn't care. It scares her sometimes, the depth of her feelings, but she wouldn't change it. Not for anything.

There is also an element here of, what he could shape her into. She isn't much, physically speaking. But with the right guidance, I think she could be a kind of dangerous. Not to mention how easy it would be, with the right push, to make her snap.

Devil's Playground - The Rigs (Black 2015)

I feel like Kadokura has a way of making even the worst parts of society look appealing somehow. This is sort of a "welcome to my world, it's fun, I promise" kind of track.

Do Bad Well - KSHMR, Nevve (Do Bad Well Single 2019)

This one is fun. In terms of symbolism and what not, I definitely view Kadokura as something of a devilish character. If I were to assign him an arcana, that would be it. But the life he's given her, certainly isn't hell. Devil's in heaven indeed. Couple that with a healthy does of enabling. Here we are.

There is also an element of "whatever you do, do it well", a "take pride in what you do". Commit to it, basically.

(there was also an amazing conversation on his reaction to being called Daddy. Hilarious 😂)

#yakkimi #yakkimi playlist elaborations #kadokura specific edition #i had fun with these ngl #might deep dive the rest too #majimemegoro #feel free to weigh in #id love to see what you think c:#persona social like devil for Kadokura XD #i should do a silly post of what all Kimi's social links would be lmao #Kadokura feels very the devil is a gentleman to me idk

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frankbedbroken · 2 months

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frankcore june 2024 update!!

these keep coming out later and later with each month lmfao whatever. very much loaded with pop and adjacent sounds because hey, album of the year dropped, gotta rep it. some modern forms of hip hop here, some electronic stuff there, the usual stuff.

on the pop front: as i said, album of the year dropped, and while i could've chosen a lot of tracks off the regular version of the album, i ended up going with spring breakers because it works well to represent the ethos of the album and also appeals to me enjoying a mostly trashy late-00s / early-10s electropop sound. in the same vein, debut single from the collaboration of argentinian producers and singers estratosfera and qiri presents a lot of the same flare but slightly more subdued, closer to a more apathetic electroclash-esque aesthetic in a way; in regards to sounds closer to the original bubblegum bass sound, we get a revival of sorts with a few influences of hardstyle here and there from growing figure in the underground 2hollis, as well as the first of probably several posthumous sophie releases, with one of her most eagerly awaited tracks by the fans and a classic pc-music-adjacent pop sound that still works wonderfully, even after years of being in the vault. a couple of pop legends here, i actually listened to confessions on a dance floor in full for the first time and hey, it's a great record still and all of its singles are bonafide hits, and we also got robyn featuring on a single for jamie xx's upcoming album, bringing a lot of energy with a classic house beat filled with irresistible horn lines and shuffling rhythms. in a more r&b-inspired tinge, i went back to sumin's excellent "your home" album, an incredible blend of electronic idioms into classic r&b songwriting, as well as the newest single from tinashe's upcoming project, going for a more nocturnal, clubbier vibe than the surprise juggernaut hit nasty, very excited for the full album. we've also got some pop that somewhat falls under the parameters of the indie umbrella, with the charming, beautiful and comfy cámara lenta from latin-american pop legend javiera mena, some indietronica sounds from broadcast (finally getting into them proper, great album) and former hero (very much a modern take into the sound more inspired by mainstream edm tropes, in this case, taking a more midtempo prog house approach which i'm always a fan of), wonderfully jaunty jangle pop revival from fontaines d.c. and absolutely enchanting folk pop / singer-songwriter crossover sounds straight out of the 70s from jessica pratt.

on the hip hop front: keeping up to date with the modern developments of soundcloud-rap-adjacent sounds, we've got wokeups putting autotune to its limits and using that technology in an exciting and unique way, uk mcs yt and lancey foux delivering an absolute banger and contributing to the consolidation of the jerk sound, akriila and taichu bringing an industrial perreo rush of agression with maddeningly catchy hooks and lines that laps at just shy of two minutes of runtime, and iceboy violet and nueen presenting a mystifying fusion of ambient sound design and more subdued rap delivery. in somewhat less modern offerings, a surprising meetup of ed banger producer mr. flash with cities aviv, action bronson and oh no, which aren't mcs you typically see join forces very often, delivering a chipmunk-soul-esque hip hop joint, and dean blunt and dj escrow's babyfather putting their hands on lethargic r&b duo 18+'s drama, built on a mesmerizing sample and escrow's classic spoken word delivery.

on the electronic front: blood of aza and s280f delivering their signature post-club, collage-like sound in a particularly arresting manner, kamixlo presenting a surprising foray into idm and techno idioms that works very well for someone like me that isn't particularly enamored by either sound, the return of edm trap legend rustie with a track more akin to the post-trance excursions of producers like evian christ (a sound always most welcome), former noisia member thys dropping a footwork jungle banger with signature chopped up vocal lines and rolling drum lines, and closing up the list, dazegxd's take on bunny general's mek them rock, an acapella i really like and that works wonderfully with the current developments of jungle. in a semi-related note, the one outlier on the list this month, kieran hebden (aka four tet)'s incursion into jazzier sounds of rock with a particularly inviting and enveloping ten minute opus.

tube it!!

#im frank #music #frankcore 2024

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kenobster · 1 year

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For the ask game! 💫 🎉 💞 🍭 🎙️(Hope that's not too many 😅 I love your writing!)

It's never too many, it fulfills my lust for validation, as does your very kind compliment. XD Thank you for the ask! ❤️

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Unfortunately, my favorite kind of comment is one that can't be easily replicated, hahah. XD I get a sense of whether my writing is good (aka effective at what I was attempting to convey) if the comments match what I expected readers to feel. For example — since I expected people to feel horrified and anxious while Obi-Wan's shock collar was activated in chapter 7 of Five Peggats Each, the terror in almost everyone's comments was very emotionally satisfying to me. For an example of the opposite — in chapter 2 of Every Shadow, I was actually really surprised that nobody mentioned how hard Anakin was trying; thus, I started to wonder if I hadn't properly conveyed that (or if him whipping out his lightsaber had contradicted it to a greater extreme than I originally planned).

Note: I loved all the comments on chapter 2; this is just a gauge I use to understand the effectiveness of my writing and how it's being perceived. Any failure to portray Anakin correctly to my vision was mine lmao; no one can take that away from me. XD

In other words, my favorite kind of comment is the one that manages to pierce through the veil and speak to my very soul. My favorite kind of comment is written by someone who has literally read my Brainthoughts™ unfiltered via my writing alone. So, if you're aiming to regularly give me my favorite kind of feedback, good luck with that, hahaha. (Though honestly, I really appreciate knowing how people react, even if unexpected, because then it helps me improve my writing for next time! So even if a reader can't telepathically communicate with me lmao, literary analysis is still very favored.)

Also I can't be asked this question without stating my favorite comment ever lmfao which is: "Anakin, I mean this in the most understanding, empathetic way possible… You’re an ungrateful little bitch." Which, if you've read chapter 2 of Five Peggats Each, this is fucking hilarious. 🤣 I'll never forget it. ❤️

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Never lmao.

One time, when I was younger, I read a writing craft book by an author I found pretty humorous. One chapter asked the aspiring writer to consider what they fear. "Some people fear failure. Others fear success... yeah, I still haven't managed to figure that one out." Ten-year-old me found this hilarious. Joke's on me though because now, twenty years later, I am exactly the kind of writer who fears success. :') And I, too, haven't managed to figure it out.

I'm insecure; thus, I crave validation. If I don't get validation when I post something, I will cry ugly crocodile tears. (In other words, please don't think the solution to what I'm about to say is to stop commenting, lol; I'm a ho and I love you.) At the same time, I am anxious! So, if I do get validation, I will cry ugly panic-attack fears. It doesn't matter if the feedback is positive or negative — the more I get, the more the terror paralyzes me. For the life of me, I do not know why this is the case. I love comments, I want comments; I love feedback, I want feedback. For some reason, my body just immediately goes into fight-flight-freeze-fawn, without my brain's consent lol.

Luckily, after the first week or so, the anxiety fades, and I feel very proud while I remember every single kindhearted and wonderful comment I got — without feeling like my heart is gonna skyrocket into the astral plane. By then though, the celebration period has passed lmao. So yeah, I don't really do that part. Though, I guess I do have a ritual of sending my chapter to my mom and hearing her thoughts while we get ice cream after... So that's pretty nice, and I like it. :')

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

Really, I couldn't care less about things like grammar and typos lol.

For me, the most important part of a story is that it's doing something different. In some way, it has to be doing something that hasn't been done before. There are so many ways a story can do this and many times it can be done purely just by being your own unique self. In other words, this is not a contradiction to the "two cakes" logic. Unless you're literally plagiarizing someone else's writing, the way you have made the second cake will always be new and different, purely because it was made by someone who is new and different.

I do think people often shy away from their own uniqueness when they're writing. There are an unfortunate amount of jokes about fic being "too self-indulgent," and many novice writers seem to think that their oddities and quirks make them weird or unpalatable to readers. They are absolutely wrong — those oddities and quirks are actually what make their writing most appealing! Being self-indulgent should be the goal. If you're not weirding the fuck out of people by being bizarrely interested in one specific thing, then what you're actually doing is trying to fit yourself, as a triangle, into a circle mold. If there are no triangle molds in existence, that's fine — carve one out for yourself. :)

In short, be a freak. Be a weirdo. The weirder and freakier you are, the more readers you will draw, and the more passionate your writing will become. Absent of passion, stories are bland and dull and tired. For me, the most important part of a story is the way it lets me empathize with an author who is radically different from the rest.

🍭why did you start writing?

I started writing the second I knew how to hold a pencil — like "yeah they knew I was a creep, since the day I was born" lol. Maybe instead, let's say why I started writing fanfiction. I've written fic since I was a teenager but the last few years, I've grown an intense appreciation for the genre. Ursula K. LeGuin is an author whose style is so wonderful to me, mostly in that she revisits and revisits and revisits and revisits. Truly, her work was very much like fanfiction of her own past work in many ways. The freedom of fanfiction to innovate and improvise the structure of a story (even one's own story) without the approval of a publishing company (or societal expectations) is something that's really hard to find in other spaces. So I like fanfic, and, though I sometimes cycle through fandoms, I'm very much here to stay.

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

The prose in Five Peggats Each is actually something I've worked very hard at — particularly in giving a rhythm to the words. One that is easy to hear and audibly pleasing. I would love if someone was interested in doing that. :') Especially because then I could listen to the total whumpiness of chapter 7 with my own ears. It's my favorite. I've forever peaked lol.

Relevant sidenote: I sent my brother some excerpts of my writing recently (specifically the excerpt in the summary of Every Shadow and the musician/cantina paragraphs near the beginning of chapter 6 of Five Peggats Each), and he was like "dude, this would be an incredible audiobook" which made me super happy. :')

#sorry this one took me a minute anon!#kb post #kb wip #five peggats each #every shadow #game #reply #anon #tag later

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ogamagirl · 6 years

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THIS DOESN’T LOOK LIKE I WANTED IT TO EITHER I’M SO FREAKING FRUSTRATED

...I don’t know how to work CSP’s animation features that well yet so this is mostly me playing around with shit so it’s not supposed to look finished or good or anything but I’m still so frustrated orz;;;;;;;;;;

#i wanted the lineart to have that wiggle thing going on without having to redraw every single frame #couldn't figure out how to do it/find any tutorials #got too frustrated #maybe it's a good damn thing i'm not an animator lmfao #....i'm trying not to be self-deprecating/ get too distressed i swear but it's hard orz;;;;;#sigh #Erin makes art #feel the love with your soul

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The Six Realms

Okay, so I was pretty close to giving up on writing analyses but I'm back LMFAO plus I see we're close to 100 followers and I just want to thank you guys for being so very supportive <3

Alright, I'm not sure if anyone's ever written about this, but if an analysis like this exists, please do let me know because I'm kind of curious as to what other people think about this, too!

Remember that time Fukuchi spoke about bringing "about the five signs of an angel's death"?

I read a little bit more about it, and as a minor content warning: this analysis will focus on a few religious aspects (Buddhism + Hinduism). So if I get any of the facts wrong, firstly: I do not mean any disrespect to either religion, and secondly: please do correct me if I interpret anything in the wrong way.

Spoilers for BSD chapter 90 onwards + BEAST!AU under the cut!

So I'll start by talking about the Decay of Angels. As we all know, the members include Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma, and Bram Stoker, and their leader, Fukuchi Ochi. After Fyodor's arrest, the Decay of Angels came into light with Nikolai murdering four government officials in a week. These murders symbolise the Buddhist cycle of existence, or otherwise known as samsara: the cycle of life, death, and rebirth.

"We are the Decay of Angels—hiding here as terrorists, a 'murder association', five people who will announce the demise of the celestial world."

Nikolai Gogol, chapter 57

Samsara is described to be a concept beyond human understanding. According to Hinduism, samsara is the physical world where every being has its soul trapped into a physical vessel. The Hindus believe that everything has a soul, and due to a soul's attachment to desire, it is forced into a deathless cycle of being born, dying, and reincarnating into a different body. In Buddhism, the ultimate way to break free from this cycle is by obtaining nirvana.

Nirvana is a Sanskrit word for the goal of the Buddhist path: enlightenment or awakening. In Pali, the language of some of the earliest Buddhist texts, the word is nibbana; in both languages it means "extinction" (like a lamp or flame) or "cessation." It refers to the extinction of greed, ill will, and delusion in the mind, the three poisons that perpetuate suffering. Nirvana is what the Buddha achieved on the night of his enlightenment: he became completely free from the three poisons. Everything he taught for the rest of his life was aimed at helping others to arrive at that same freedom.

- TRICYCLE'S definition of nirvana

As Fukuchi mentions in the panel above, there are six different realms of existence. These realms represent every possible state of existence, but one cannot live in a specific realm forever. Depending on whether or not one's past actions were morally good or bad, an individual is born into one of these realms. Basically, the controlling factor of which realm a person is born into is dependent on their respective karma. The realms are separated into two categories: the hellish ones and the heavenly ones.

The Deva Realm: where beings are rewarded for the good deeds they have done. This realm is void of anything unpleasant. It is basically paradise— empty of unfulfilled desires, any form of suffering, and fears of every kind. Religious individuals, however, do not seek to be born into this realm since its attitude is more or less carefree.

The Asura Realm: where demigods are admitted. Asuras are driven by greed and envy, and may come in conflict with human beings since they are quite similar. They are powerful beings, but quarrel with each other quite a bit, making this realm quite undesirable to be reborn into.

The Animal Realm: where beings are given the form of an animal (you probably guessed that lol). Individuals here don't actually have good karma to take pride in, but rather, they are born into this realm to work off their bad karma (by being slaughtered, hunted, or forced to work, etc). Being born into this realm forces one to atone for their past sins by living out their life as an animal.

The Hell Realm: where one is punished for their evil actions. The most merciless of realms, where one pays for their transgressions through pure suffering, methods of which include: dismemberment, starvation, and psychological/physical torture. However, once a person's term is fulfilled in this realm, they are presumably promised to be reborn into a higher state.

The Preta Realm: similar to the hell realm, in which beings pay for their past sins (specifically: greed and stinginess) by having to survive through hunger and thirst. This realm is also known as the 'ghost realm,' because some pretas are psychologically tortured by being forced to live in places their past selves have lived in. They are invisible to human beings living at that time, which pushes them to face the depths of despair and loneliness. Your typical horror movie, really.

The Human Realm: the only realm where one's actions determine their future. The status (social ranking, physical wellbeing, and so on) of a human being in this realm is determined by their past actions, but due to the fact that a person has their own conscience to differentiate good morals from bad, the actions they commit in this realm have the power to determine which realm they are sent to next.

Okay, so now that I've got that out of the way, let's shift our focus to the Book. Very little is known about the Book, but the basic fundamentals of how it works is that whatever is written in the book will come into existence only if its contents follow the rules of karma. In addition to that, only a few sentences can be written into a single page of the Book, and it must follow the current narrative of the story.

If I'm not wrong, the first time the Book was mentioned was by Fitzgerald, who wanted it to resurrect his deceased daughter in hopes of restoring his wife's mental health. The next time the Book is brought up is when Fyodor's intentions to possess it are divulged; his goal was to decimate the global population of ability-users. And now, the current arc has the Book as its central focus, with a single page in Fukuchi's possession.

[ BEAST!AU spoilers ]

The Book acts as the central point of multiverses, with each character's lives differing from universe to universe.

Dazai committing suicide in this alternate universe stands in sharp contrast with how he decided to start up a new life in the main universe.

Oda staying alive to act as a mentor to Akutagawa in the ADA differs from how Oda uses his death to prompt Dazai to "be on the side that saves people."

And of course, the way Atsushi and Akutagawa have their positions switched in the two universes depicts how different their lives would be if they were given the chance to be mentored by different people— these are just a few examples of how the Book houses an endless amount of possibilities.

[ end of BEAST!AU spoilers ]

Hypothetically speaking, this kind of reminds me of the differing realms I mentioned before, where suffering is promised in some realms, and better things are granted in the rest, depending on one's karma, or the deeds they've done in their past lives. In this scenario, perhaps one's past life can be understood as one's current life in a different universe. That's just a personal opinion though. Take it as you will.

side note: Keep in mind that the person who is more or less impervious to the Book's effect is Dazai, with his nullification ability. I wouldn't want to propose any theories in this aspect (I don't believe I'm fully fact-checked ;_;), but I could use Dazai as a raw example of how your choices affect your future. If Dazai had decided to stay in the Port Mafia after Oda's death, or if he even decided to go through with his suicidal fixations, life would've been different for him in the root universe (obviously, ryley) I mean, you could basically understand that from how he ended up in the BEAST au, but imagine if he really did slip up in his decision-making in any of the universes.

Many analysts have proposed that he went MIA (early in his life) from the main universe for a while to figure out how the BEAST universe worked, whilst having the Book to his advantage. Perhaps his actions were guided? I'm not saying he's all-knowing, but he's sure as hell smart. I'm not sure if Kafka was trying to highlight the concept of karma when it comes to Dazai, but if he is, then I suppose you could say that Dazai is pretty much unaffected by the rules of karma, existing as the centerpiece of all the multiverses. No Longer Human is the namesake of his ability, but the book talks about disqualification from societal norms and generally, the world. I was talking about it with a friend, and they reminded me that Yozo (the main protagonist) was pretty strong in his views against society. Like he didn't speak out of total defeat, he spoke out of defense. If there was anything Dazai actually lost to, it was his guilt— "Living itself is a source of sin."

Then again, that's my personal interpretation since everyone has their unique perspective of his writings. In terms of the actual adaptation, you could translate the word 'disqualification' to 'insusceptibilty' when if it came to the Book's effects on Dazai? This side note is becoming really long lmao anyways I'll link a few theories which afflicted me with brainrot down below.

Another thing before I wrap up, the name 'Decay of Angels' stemmed from Yukio Mishima's book entitled 'The Decay of An Angel.' This is the final novel to the author's tetralogy: 'The Sea of Fertility.' The main protagonist, Honda, meets a person he believes to be a reincarnation of his friend, Kiyoaki, who takes the form of a young teenage boy named Tōru. The last novel of this series enhances Mishima's dominant themes of the series as a whole:

the decay of courtly tradition in Japan

the essence and value of Buddhist philosophy and aesthetics

Mishima’s apocalyptic vision of the modern era

Again, this could be referred to what Fukuchi goes on to say:

Some people view the concept of samsara optimistically, justifying it by saying that perhaps each individual is given a second (third, fourth, fifth, who knows) chance to refine their actions in order to be birthed into a better realm, with their karma being the independent variable.

On the other hand, other people, specifically the Hindus, view the cycle of existence as some sort of plague. To them, the flow of life and being forced to endure the suffering of mere existence in any form was somewhat frowned down upon. Some Hindus viewed samsara as a trap. Besides, having one's soul being limited to a physical body for the rest of eternity was not very appealing, especially since where they ended up at depended on the karmic value their past actions surmounted.

Even so, particular types of Buddhists don't seek nirvana, but instead, like the Hindus, they make an effort to be good people of society, building up their good deeds to increase the likelihood of being reborn into one of the better realms.

As mentioned before, the Deva Realm was the home of angels, the most carefree, gratified beings to exist. Fukuchi describes these angels as the people who don't get their hands dirty, the people who act as the puppeteers of society: politicians.

In terms of parallels, angels were the most fortunate and powerful, but they didn't have anyone ruling over them. A lack of supervision would lead to the abuse of power, which is what I believe Fukuchi was referring to. Deeming himself the Decay of Angels, he sought to prove himself as the 'sign of death that falls on the nation's greed.'

A few fun facts (okay, not really) about Yukio Mishima: he committed seppuku (ritual suicide by disembowelment) on the day he held a speech to voice out his unpopular political beliefs to the public. Mishima deeply treasured traditions and opposed the modern mindset the nation was advancing forward to adapt eventually. In his last book, The Decay of an Angel, he spoke about the five signs which complete the death of an angel:

Here are the five greater signs: the once-immaculate robes are soiled, the flowers in the flowery crown fade and fall, sweat pours from the armpits, a fetid stench envelops the body, the angel is no longer happy in its proper place.

The Decay of an Angel, p.53

The reviews about this series I've read so far describe Mishima's works to be quite complex; his writings demanded a lot of time to deconstruct and understand. They were highly symbolic, and he was pretty obsessed with death and the 'spiritual barrenness of the modern world.' I think you could attach a few strings from here to the mindsets of the DOA members. Of course, this parallel is completely abstract, but I'll go on rambling anyway:

He should have armed them with the foreknowledge that would keep them from flinging themselves after their destinies, take away their wings, keep them from soaring, make them march in step with the crowd. The world does not approve of flying. Wings are dangerous weapons. They invite self-destruction before they can be used. If he had brought Isao to terms with the fools, then he could have pretended that he knew nothing of wings.

The Decay of an Angel, p.113

I suppose you could resonate Nikolai with that excerpt. As much as Fukuchi takes the lead in this whole murder association, I'd like to believe that each member of the DOA plays an equally interesting part in whatever movement they're trying to execute. Fyodor feels it is his god-sent purpose to cleanse the world of its sins, his motto being, "Let the hand of God guide you." Sigma doesn't know where he belongs, since his origination comes from a page in the Book, and is fueled by the desperation to find a reason to live. Bram holds one of the most powerful abilities which is counted to be one of the "Top Ten Calamities to Destroy the World."

What I mean to say is that the DOA members are incredibly powerful, and they're not your ordinary antagonists (or I'm just biased). It's not just overthrowing authorities, mass genocide, and world domination— you could say that each individual is trying to utilize their purposes to their fullest expenditures, and the way they're trying to assert their plan into action is a little more passive-aggressive (framing the Agency, having a convo with a suicidal dude in jail, etc). They're the gray area between evil and good. As they framed the good guys for their own crimes, they're trying to conquer the bad guys for exploiting the innocent as they please.

This post would definitely age well if all hell breaks loose in the current arc (as if it didn't) and Kafka doesn't give us a happy ending.

That's all I have to say for now I guess! Thank you for reading, and once again, if anyone else something they wanna share, feel free to do so <3

sources (tryna follow Q's example ^_^) :

the six realms

samsara

the decay of angels

beast!au

the book

the sea of fertility

yukio mishima

theory: dazai’s emotional/mental state in beast!au

q’s theory: dazai being the protector of the book

theory: beast!dazai and the book

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katsumiiii · 3 years

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Drunk In Love

roronoa zoro x fem! poc reader

genre: fluff

warnings: consumption of alcohol

description: the strawhat crew stops on a nearby island for supplies. zoro takes a trip to the local pub only to have some interesting company join him.

It’s safe to say that Roronoa Zoro was lost. While this was not a rather surprising statement, it does get tiring to hear that the swordsman hasn’t picked up on his sense of direction since entering the New World. Again and again, every twist and turn looked similar to him, causing him to wander further and further from his desired destination. That destination of course being a pub.

The male couldn’t go too long without having at least a sip of alcohol, his mouth craving the flavor after a good while. He cursed as he traveled down another unfamiliar path, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he dragged his feet along the dirt ground.

Maybe he should’ve listened when Nami said to take someone with him. Nevermind, he would have had to take that curly browed idiot with him, and he’d rather not argue the whole way to the pub.

Zoro scanned his surrounds once more, seems as though those twists and turns led him back into the town, where the pub was apparently located. He let out a sigh of relief, tired of wondering around the dense forests, especially since all of the trees were so similar looking.

He trotted along, dirt kicking out in front of him as a result. Many different sounds flooded his ears, whether it were children whining for the cherry tarts that were on sale to the left of him — they were supposedly the best in town — or the slight ringing of laughter coming from the restaurants to his right, he reckoned that’s where Luffy was trying to go, the smell of meat too tempting for him to ignore.

About half way through the town square, Zoro encountered the very place he’d been searching for. With a snarky grin on his face he hurriedly pushed open the doors, the smell of booze greeting him ever so kindly. Walking a few feet up from the entrance way, he plopped on to a tall wooden stool, slamming his hands on the oak countertop in order to catch the bartenders attention.

“Lemme get a beer.” He bluntly demanded, obsidian irises staring boringly into the man behind the counters backside, watching as he turned around with a tight lipped smile on his face.

“Sure, coming right up!” The chubby male worked swiftly, and right as Zoro gave a long loud yawn a pint of beer was slammed on to the table, causing him to smile excitedly.

“Thanks.”

“No problem sir! Tell me if you need anything else!” He stated as he hurried off to handle another customer.

Zoro raised the mug to his chapped lips, taking large gulps as he drank the liquid. It left a satisfying burn as it traveled down the pathway of his throat, soon settling in his stomach along with whatever else was down there. He let out a sigh of relief and a belch, which caused quite a few heads to turn towards the noise.

“Oh shit, that’s Roronoa Zoro!”

“What’s he doing here alone?”

“If he’s here then that means Strawhat is most likely near by.”

The whispers grew louder as men and woman alike began to worriedly question the young males motives, discreetly scooting further and further away from him. Zoro huffed closing his only good eye, all he wanted was a peaceful drink at the bar, was that too much to ask for? Guess that’s what he gets for being a pirate.

“You looking for company?” A voice asked, the groan of wood rubbing against wood following soon after, causing Zoro to assume that they pulled out the chair beside him. He grunted, eye still not opening as his left hand gripped the handle of his mug.

“No, go away.” He replied, taking another gulp of his liquor.

“Aww don’t be like that, I promise I’m an interesting gal.”

Zoro opened his eye in annoyance, gaze traveling to your figure. “I said go away you damned wom-” he cut off suddenly, voice caught in the back of his throat as he stared at the sight in front of him.

You were beautiful, your hair was braided into a style he’d never quite seen before, but it was unique and eye catching. Your browned skin all but glowed as there was a window right behind your figure, the sun illuminating your very being. Your nails were thumping against the dull oak countertop in front of you as you softly bit your plump lip, your pearly whites slightly poking out. “You alright there mister?”

His body jolted causing a cough to rile up from the sudden movement. “Oh my god are you okay?” You asked again, this time worriedly. Your voice was damn near angelic, the sound of it bringing heat to his cheeks as he slammed his fist on to his chest to stop his wheezing.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.”

“You sure? Had a bit of a cough there.” Your eyes seemed like they were staring into his very soul as you laid a hand on his chiseled backside, rubbing light circles upon it.

“I’m fine! I can handle a little cough.” He roughly shook your hand off of his back, face becoming more crimson by the minute.

“Hm, I can see that big guy.” You chuckled, gesturing the bartender over. “Hi, may I have some booze please? I’ve been craving some for the longest!”

The male nodded, cheeks turning pink at the slight groan you let out. “Y-yes ma’am, I’ll get right to it!”

“Thank you love!”

“Oi!” Zoro quickly called out, watching as the bar man rolled his eyes before sending him a full smile and a slight nod. “I need more booze.”

“Coming right away sir.” The man grumbled, reaching upwards to retrieve two mugs.

“You seemed to have irritated the man a bit.” You quipped, letting out a small thank you as the very man you mentioned handed you your drink.

“Not my fault he hates his job.” Zoro replied back, muttering out a thank you as well as his drink was set in front of him.

“I don’t think it’s the job he hates.” You smirked, licking your lips of the residue booze.

“Yeah whatever.”

Silence overtook the both of you as you indulged in your liquor, you yourself starting to feel a slight buzz around your fifth mug. “You still drinking?” You questioned, glancing over at the green haired male beside you.

He shot you a quick look, cheeks red from what you assumed was caused from his alcohol intake. “Yeah, surprised you can keep up with me, you damned woman.”

You scoffed, leaning closer to his flushed face, the red of his cheeks increasing with the closing distance. “Oh please, I could out drink your ass in an instant.” You announced cockily, nose scrunching at the smell of alcohol coming from his breath.

He cackled at the sentence, body shaking from complete and utter shock at what he believed to be an incorrect statement, though he guessed he’d have to find out. “Oh really? Is that a challenge?”

“You bet it is moss head.”

“Oh it’s on.”

Drink after drink, you two continued to down as many mugs as you could, the burn intensifying with each gulp. You took a sharp breath as you hastily drank another one, hearing cheers from the spectators, bets circulating on which person would win the battle. After about 56 mugs, Zoro lightly tapped chipped oak countertop, causing you to whoop in victory, screams erupting from the onlookers.

“Ha! Told you I would win!”

Zoro giggled, pushing his body from the wooden stool. “Damn, never thought I’d see the day.”

“I’m surprised my damn self, you can drink your ass off.” You smiled, flipping your intricately braided hair off of your shoulder.

“Well, it was nice drinking with ya.” The male declared as he trotted out of the bar, sending a small wave your way.

“Wait! You can’t just leave!” You rushed after him, hands clammy and mouth dry as you forced your legs to work properly enough to be able to run after the male. Though Zoro did hear your outburst, he decided to continue walking, once again kicking up dust as he wandered about. Your footsteps grew heavier, the affects of the alcohol you drank just now washing over you. You began to walk sluggishly, soon tripping, sending your body tumbling into Zoro’s.

“H-hey! What the hell?!” He firmly grabbed your plush waist, unintentionally pulling you flush against his toned body.

His cheeks heated up once again as his eyes settled along your face, your eyes glazed over, bottom lip slightly red, most likely irritated from the amount of times your teeth have harshly dug into them. “You...you alright?” His fingers traced pathways along your skin, trailing lines and circles as you both continued to stare at one another.

Soon you leaned forward, capturing your lips with his, the taste of alcohol dancing along your tongues. Heat trailed throughout your body, hands settling on top of his as you continued to embrace one another. The kiss was hot and messy, teeth clashing more than once, though neither of you minded, you simply continued to take in every single bit of each other.

You eventually pulled apart, both of you heaving from the intensity of it all. You both stared at each other’s slightly dulled irises, gazing upon the possibilities of this new relationship, or whatever you’d like to call it.

“Y/N”

“Mhm?” Zoro cocked his head sideways, rubble rubbing against the back of his scalp from the movement.

“My name, it’s Y/N.” You repeated, ruffling the males hair to shake off the excess debris.

Zoro hummed in response, cheeks flushing for what seemed to be the thousandth time today. “My names Zoro.”

notes: idk wtf is going awn in this fic lmfao 💀

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kyuala · 3 years

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cravity as exes

serim

he swears he's not trying to make this harder on you but your family keeps inviting him over for dinner and he just can't say no to them

i feel like serim is gonna have trouble functioning the first few days without you because you were genuinely such a huge part of his life and now that's gone

physically restrains himself from calling you whenever he gets any news - good or bad - bc you were always the first person he'd tell. it's instinct

i feel like with serim the decision to stay friends after the breakup or not could rly make it or break it for y'all. if getting back together isn't on the table he'd rather just be gone from your life completely. if it is tho....

probably the one to suggest getting back together tbh. he'd just rather work through whatever issue it was with you by his side

allen

too nice for his own good but i say this abt allen all the time bc it's true

but like, if things ended in a particularly nasty way (ie you cheating on him), i dont think he would think twice before setting some boundaries (nicely) and putting his own well-being first

still, is nice to you should you run into each other sometime but doesn't really wanna stay friends friends in case it makes it harder for his feelings for you to go away

throws himself into work whenever he finds himself missing you too much or longing for your old relationship. the type to try to work through this stuff on his own

i feel like getting back together could be a 50/50 chance with allen. you're never gonna know until you bring it up but if it does happen i think he'll make sure you both work to change and make it work this time

jungmo

an enigma. he seems hurt but how hurt is he? does he agree with this? does he want to get back together? is he already engaged to someone else? you're never gonna know unless you straight up ask him

if y'all decide to stay friends he is going to be a little awkward but as sweet as ever

when he truly gets over it he might even encourage you to go out there and try it with someone new! jungmo would be a wonderful ex tbh

i feel like he would just deal with this a lot better and in a healthier way than most. yea he gets sad about it but that's part of it for him, you know? he's not gonna dwell on it too much

if the chance to get back together comes up i don't think he would give it a lot of thought tbh lmfao if he misses you he'll wanna do it. if he doesn't he'll politely decline simple as that

woobin

academy award for best actor in the role of "totally okay with it when, really, he's not"

ruby is actually so good at hiding his feelings in this situation it would take a rly good set of eyes from his closest friends to notice he's actually Going Through It™

he would never be anything but nice to you but i feel like he would lowkey ignore you, at least for the first few weeks, 'cause he just doesn't know how to feel and it's a lot for him to process

gets really introspective when he's alone but not in the sense that he thinks a lot about you and the good moments you both shared - more like overanalyzing every little thing to try to figure out where things went wrong

again, doesn't really know how to feel when faced with the prospect of resuming the relationship. even tho he wouldn't rly be able to determine what went wrong, i feel like ruby would probably decide against it bc he strikes me as a "what is done is done" kind of guy

wonjin

goes into shock before getting sad as hell and claiming he's "hit rock bottom" (cue hyeongjun in the background "thats a glass of MILK wonjin")

says he doesn't care anymore and then keeps tabs on you LMFAO

feel like he would have a good ass cry abt your breakup like 3 times a week at least

if u speak to any other guy and he finds out he'll go into cardiac arrest while monologuing abt having been "replaced"

suggest getting back together tho and suddenly he'll start acting brand new like he's gonna have to think about it but if ur like alright nvm he's like NO NO WAIT I'LL DO IT

minhee

the type to keep your photos and videos together in a secret folder on his phone to look at when he's alone and missing you

but like literally deleted your number a couple of days after the breakup specifically so he wouldn't feel tempted to call you

absolutely makes a point of still being polite to you when you run into each other even if it was a nasty breakup

i feel like flashes of your lips and your most intimate moments would plague his mind when he's like trying to work or something lmfao he'd be angry as hell

will NOT even consider getting back together unless he's 100% sure the issues that led to the breakup have been thoroughly resolved

hyeongjun

SO dramatic god he will annoy everyone at the dorm and every single soul who'll listen with how much he talks about you

keeps loudly sighing around the house and slamming doors and minhee has to be like dude they're not even here stop doing that

probably gets emotional a lot and has to hold back his feelings when he's around you, so he gets noticeably quieter and teary-eyed

if u still hang out with the same mutual friends he regularly comes up to you at parties and dreamily sighs about "we did have some good times didn't we" and ur like ????

honestly probably thinks the breakup is bullshit i feel like he'd try to make up and get back together like 3 minutes into it

taeyoung

will give you the option to stay friends even if you hurt him real bad

will keep hanging out with the same friends you have in common and will be upset if you refuse to 'cause he lowkey kinda expects to still see you around

i feel like for taeyoung staying friends is gonna make things a lot easier - still seeing you, still laughing with you, still having you in his life. being cut off from your life entirely and abruptly would make the whole thing harder for him

tries not to get caught up in nostalgia and missing you and honestly actually succeeds

the idea of getting back together is lowkey always in the back of his mind. like the minute you suggest it he says yes, doesn't even have to think about it

seongmin

petty ex 🗣️

but only bc your breakup hit him harder than he'd like to admit, whoever made the decision

type to block u on all socials tbh

doesn't like to talk about it and doesn't want to hear what you've been up to and how you've been, like it will take a whiiiiile for him to open up even to his closest friends

if the idea of getting back together comes up a huge weight is gonna be lifted off his shoulders but i also feel like seongmin would need to take a few days to think about it and be sure. he doesn't want to go through this again :/

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☆彡🌸 Winter’s Sun 🌸 ☆彡

Tags: fluff, romance, angst, fem!reader, rude + posessive kageyama, highschool, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, kageyama is bad at feelings.

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Kageyama’s POV

God what is actually wrong with me, I couldn’t continue staring at her glazed eyes. I just felt too guilty and too sad to actually let her feel that way. I thought for a moment if I really did love her, or if I was posing as someone who was desperate for love. I wasn’t desperate right? She made me feel things no one else did, she could tell when I was upset and would gently tug at my hand on our walk home, I could tell she used to stare at me from the corner of her eyes watching me, sometimes would even wait purposely on certain parts of the hallway she knew I would eventually walk past. I was okay with being alone, in fact I would even say I was perfect being alone so much to the point I didn’t realize how much I was missing, or what I never felt so deeply for anyone else ever before. It’s not like I didn’t like girls and have little crushes here and there, I just didn’t see the point in talking to them if they didn’t even look my way. But you, argh. You were just like everything that I was not expecting, your bright warm smile in front of me every time we talked, I couldn’t help but feel feverish almost by the way your lips turned into the sweetest smile, it almost made me so desperate to the point where I wanted to see that smile everyday and call me selfish but I wanted to be the reason why you were smiling.

I wanted to meet you outside of the school, drowsy from the long day and just knowing that I just had the chance to see you, I was helpless and you were every reason for it. My mind just captivated and enamored by your voice and face, truly I do think that my heart ached every time I watched you go down the street alone. I didn’t want to leave your side, especially in such an empty street, not in this place or this time. So in a sense, I made sure that I watched until you safely entered your home. I know you probably noticed me watching until you entered your home, but I couldn’t leave knowing you weren’t safe and sound, I wanted to protect you.

The morning of my birthday when I woke up to my phone continuously buzzing, to be honest too drained in sleep and tired to realize what was going on, my heart just sank a little when I saw all the messages you had sent me. Pictures of us together, or random food drinks we got here and there. I hadn’t noticed how long we have known each other, but it just made me grow and an even softer spot for you for remembering all these memories, now I think they were really engraved in my heart. The sweetest “Happy Birthday” I have ever heard. When you called me I didn’t know what to do, for a moment I didn't’ realize the phone was rigging.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! AWW YOU’RE SO BIG NOW!! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO FINALLY BE MY AGE”

I chuckled at your words, I wasn’t much bigger I think I was just the exact same height. I didn’t hide the smile that grew on my face because of your words, “Thank you.”

I knew you were smiling on the other end as well, I think I got used to your words and I knew when you were feeling what you were feeling. I didn’t mean to interrupt you while you explained all the things you had planned, but I admit I was letting my feelings do all the talking with no hesitation.

“I’m really happy I met you..” You quickly became silent, and I almost got worried when I didn’t hear a response.

“I’m happy I met you too, Tobio.” I did blush every time you said my name. Every. Single. Time. Many people said my name, but it was the way it sounded when you said it that made me the weakest, now that I think about it I kinda wished you said it more.

When I met you that afternoon I did almost have a heart attack at how beautiful you looked in that dress. I didn’t know you had those curves (lmfao y’all). No, but a part of me felt so soft inside just knowing that you wore this all for me. God what you could do to me with such simple things, at this point I was really thinking I would become your servant if you had asked me to. But it wasn’t the gifts, the kisses, or the many many birthday wishes that stayed with me the most that day. No. It was the words you said to me when you looked at me with your warm colored eyes, soft in nature and kind just like your soul, I had to hold in just how I was feeling.

“I love you.” You said quietly and all I could do was blink. Maybe I was too mesmerized by your beauty, the way your hair fell so perfectly on your face. You smile looking for a reaction but I, too dumb-founded to even think about what just happened let alone what you said to me. Without even thinking about it, you take my hands in yours, fumbling with my fingers just like how you did every time you were nervous about something, I guess you were nervous about this?

“Yes Kageyama, you are that easy to love.” Fuck. Shit.

I had to break away from your stare or I will literally melt away right here in front of you. I couldn’t even let the first words sink in, and now this just hit such a soft spot in my heart, I wouldn’t lie I didn’t even know that spot existed until you, how did you do it? God, no I shouldn’t think like this..Wait no I should answer you. Did I feel the same way? No of course I did.. boke.

“Mhmp..Are you sure?” I couldn’t look back into your eyes, despite how beautiful they were and how desperate I was to see you I couldn’t find it in me to even stand still.

Your hand is touched by your cheek in a soft and gentle form. “Of course I do, I love you, I love you so much..” God, why is this so hard to take? It isn’t like I don’t believe I really do but ..

I could feel you quietly wishing for the same response as you patiently waited, eyeing me closely just like how you always did when you got too nervous and couldn’t figure out my face.

“I-I love you..I do as well .. love you..” Your hands fell to grab your own in a tight tug.

“Sorry.. I don’t know how to take things very well. I’m sorry I’m not more honest..” “No. No.. I love you just the same, don’t worry it’s okay. it’s okay..I don’t expect you to always be vulnerable..” Wow you really did mean that? I didn’t even know how to react. “I’ll always love you..” you said gently, I smiled, knowing just inside that I felt the same way. “Me too... I’ll always love you, I will never stop, I won’t I promise..” So why was it that now I was looking straight at you, hands clutched quietly by my sides, while you stared at me, tears in the brim on your eyes, and clearly holding back a sob. “I don’t-I don’t think I love you. I’ve been confused..and I don’t know how else to put it..into the right words.” I don’t know why I said this, but I just did. I was truly so upset, so hurt, I just felt betrayed by everything. “When you first talked to me, I knew...I knew for some time that I would be okay with you, that there wasn’t any harm. It felt good to believe this...” It was hard to put everything into words, especially when you were standing in front of me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen.“I think knowing that you kept so much information from me... It just..it just isn’t okay. I-I really can’t explain..I just.. I can’t love the sister of someone..I can’t love you. I can’t love you y/n because I will never be happy knowing that you two are related.” A small gasp came from your lips when I said that, I expect you to fight against me, to tell me that I was in the wrong and that I was looking at things in the wrong way. But you didn’t, you broke off your stare and looked sideways, hiding the tears falling on your cheeks. “Okay.” Was all you said, you didn’t even stare back at me but I could tell how much this was hurting you. I really did feel bad, to see you cry in front of me broke me apart. “I’m sorry.” I said, hoping you would stare back at me for just a moment. “It’s fine, I should walk myself home.” I nodded, “Okay.” You walked away, not turning or facing back to me, but walking forward without another word or glance. Stupidly enough, I stood there for a few seconds watching you walk away, probably more out of habit at this point than anything else. I mentally smacked myself for being so dumb, and turned the opposite way, walking towards my home. I told myself that I should forget about it, that in the end you would be better without me. I must have been a burden to you, with all the things I always had going on, all of the issues, emotions, and thoughts you had to carry, I felt guilty knowing what I caused. I tried convincing myself, now that it was over you wouldn’t need to worry about me, I wasn’t going to be a burden to you anymore. I tried and I tried to think of it this way, but every time I did I only became more upset and sad at what I had really lost.

— Chapter Navigation 🌸 — A/N: Wooo this made me really hurt :(( I do love the little dynamic that they have together though ahhh it’s so cute but tobio why are you such a little sussy baka 😠 Also apologies if there are any gramma mistakes!! I tried proof-reading it as best as possible

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