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smallblueandloud · 11 months ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Steven Universe (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garnet/Pearl (Steven Universe), Pearl/Rose Quartz (Steven Universe) Characters: Garnet (Steven Universe), Pearl (Steven Universe), Rose Quartz (Steven Universe), Sardonyx (Steven Universe) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant, Rose Quartz is Pink Diamond Theory (Steven Universe), Gem War (Steven Universe), POV Outsider, Episode: s05e18 A Single Pale Rose Summary:
Pearl is holding herself carefully. “I am observant,” she says, slowly. “I pay attention. That’s why--”
“I know you are,” interrupts Garnet. She rarely does that, but she wants to be clear. “I’m not pushing, Pearl. You get to decide who knows what about you. I just wanted to let you know that people were noticing something you might want to keep to yourself.”
(or, Garnet figures out who Pearl used to serve. she thinks that's the whole story.)
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ladyseidr · 1 year ago
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most important headcanon of all time if that elise would LOVE the movie black swan and yes you should read into that.
especially considering, when i was originally developing her muse and thinking abt her dancing ballet, i was specifically adamant that she had been cast in swan lake in her 20s. the idea of her as odile the black swan in particular was like. sincerely the precursor to her entire character. ALSO I FORGOT HER FUCKING HEADCANON TAG IS—
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hyhkai · 9 months ago
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∾ manwhore, mansplain, manipulate | sb
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[ 🐬 ] — after having the displeasure of meeting the most annoying, son of a- nevermind, mansplaining cockalorum of your college, who you couldn't have figured to be the pervert type, and who you realize is also a dunce after he won't leave you alone though your annoyance was always written on your face, it's clear, it's obvious he'll only get shoo'ed away at one cost. or at least you think he will, since you've had enough of his bitchy attitude.
cw : PUBLIC, arguing, annoying clingy soobin, soobin's personality in this is quite the opposite from his real one, handjob, degrading crazy amounts.
a/n ; DO BLEACHERS EVEN HAVE SPACES BEHIND THEM, in this they do I couldn't care less, fuck, the title is the male version of gaslight gatekeep girlboss, and I totally made this plot on the spot while writing please.
you almost slammed the pen down onto the desk in a class so quiet that you could hear the clock ticking if paid attention to enough, looking behind after soobin poked at your back for the third time this class. "what. just what is it that you want from me?"
"nothing." he said, placing his head down on his own desk. those eyes may be doe, but they're like a siren to fucking run.
this is the kind of boy who makes you feel special, then ghosts you.
the cute kind of those, too.
"then don't poke me like that" you mumbled, turning your head ahead. you swear if it was possible for you to punch him if he even tried to talk to you during this class again, you would.
he's always been so... desperate, it's that he wants something from you but won't say it out loud, won't use his calculated words.
"y/n," to which he got no response, so he resorted to shaking your chair.
"what the f-" you looked back at him, a look of disappointment, anger and annoyance all over. "fuck you."
"I wish." he mumbled, looking into your eyes with no regret of what he just said.
"oh, wow." you said, and smiled without wanting to. "you're crazy."
"i know, right?" he shook his head in sarcastic thought. "I am kind of crazy."
"now please if you stay quiet, l could pay attention." and to your surprise, he stayed quiet throughout the entirety of what was left of the class. no poking, no chanting your name like a mantra. but it was not a reaction you'd usually get from soobin, he's always been the guy to fuck around with no remorse. and that is, very obvious, he is a dunce.
he's dunce enough to not even realize he is one.
class done, bag packed — you just wanted to get out and go back to your house, eat and sleep like you'd usually do, or like to do. but, alas, there was one thing hindering your peace and happiness — choi soobin. this one heck of a man who would fuck any object that is a good fleshlight alternative, a man who'd be happy from just fingering you.
and that, to you, is a problem.
how can a guy, with a face like that — a build like that, keep on poking and poking and poking at you until you've had enough and slap him across the face, just to get off on it? it's asinine.
so when you're walking out of the building, annoyed that your bag's strap keeps falling off your shoulder — and you spot him on the bleachers, there's one thing you make a mental note of.
change your route to the exit, please.
he almost jumped three stairs down when he saw you, lollipop clung onto his mouth's roof as he swirled it around.
"hey!" he lifted his hand in the air as a way of waving at you.
the loser's back at it again.
you didn't even look, didn't even glance at his figure that can only be described as perfect as he grabbed your bag. it got snatched right away because of just how loose you kept it on your shoulders.
"i said hey." he said again, looking at your exasperated, pretty face when you turned around.
"give that back, loser." you retorted, turning around, your head tilting forward with every word.
"sorry, what?" he said, putting a hand behind his ear to hear you better.
the fucker is now mocking your height? he is mocking your height? him?
"i said, give that back." you said, closing your eyes for a while so you can imagine smacking his face. "give me my bag back."
he laughed at your demands, looking in the direction of the building and right back at you.
"no"
you didn't realize before this that a single word can also hold so much meaning and depict just how much of an absolute motherfucker a man can be.
"no? no?! seriously?!" you looked up at his face that was only giving you realization after realization that he's a slutty bitch. "what do you want from me?"
he suckled on his candy for a while, looking as if in deep thought. but to no surprise with his next statement. "not much, really."
oh really now? not much? it's so obvious since the day he saw you, that in his mind he thought it won't be long until he's going to have you in his lap. is that not too much to ask for?
"just a bit of your time, is all." he continued, looking at the badges pinned on the front of your bag.
“You can’t for one second act like a man can you? You're such a cunt!” you feel like you could rip out your hair with how frustrating he's being. with the amount of cockiness he thinks he's so cool to be binding his personality with, you could beat him up with no regrets. "what do you want from me?! attention? tutoring? pussy?—"
"yeah."
"what?" your face contorted when he responded to the word that was merely a mockery of his wants and needs. "huh." you clicked your tongue. of course your assumptions about him only wanting to get his fill were true.
you grabbed his arm and pushed him further back, until the two of you were behind the bleachers. he didn't react to your very aggressive methods of traveling until you stopped.
"what the fuck are you doin—" he attempted at a protest as he dropped your bag to the ground, but was ultimately shut up with you pulling his head down vehemently and crashing your lips against his, and even though you're the one who initiated the kiss, his response is more enthusiastic than any guy you've ever gotten with — and it's so sloppy, it's unexpected from a boy with lips as plush as his.
maybe it's wrong to do this, maybe it's right, but it's the only way to stop this boy who's been wanting to fuck you for months now. "is this what you wanted? huh?" you asked, looking up at him, his locks of hair between your fingers as he looked at you with lips parted. you took advantage of his state, putting your thumb in his mouth, pressing against his tongue.
"hng—" his hand, as if by ultra instinct, crawled to your waist. maybe it's a form of affection, or maybe he's a desperate slut. "who told you you could touch me with your crusty hands?"
he sucks and licks on them, surprising you as you feel his tongue swirl…fuck, how badly did you misread him? he's liking it?
he couldn't respond, this wasn't the way he'd expected to end up today at all — but hey, he isn't complaining. you rubbed your knee against his crotch, pinning him against the back of the bleachers.
please, someone don't be here.
"keep your mouth open." he was holding back his urge to bite down onto your thumb, as the stiffness of his body finally gave out and he stood straight up. you fed him your index finger, pressing your knee against his crotch again, rubbing as your brain went airplane mode. this isn't the best way to stop his bullshit, no, but you like it this way. him, on the other hand? he loves it this way, the slut is just too shy to admit it.
"awh, the manwhore is too shy to talk back now?" you pulled your fingers out, bubbles and strings of saliva on the pads of your fingers when your hands slipped into his pants after unzipping them, and you felt just how horny he can get in a span of a few minutes. he's enjoying this.
"um, so— holy shit— wh—” hes stumbling over his words. his hands are limp to protest against you, and his cock is too hard for him to protest against you.
you clasp your hand over his mouth, weakly, but he stills shuts up his ramble and jumble of words, blinking at you from above, with those god damn pretty eyes.
"shut up. just shut up. i bet you jerk off your stupid dick all night thinking about me, fucking whore."
his eye twitched at the statement, but he still does. "please fuck me." he requested while being muffled and jumbled.
"I am," you said as a matter of fact, tugging at his cock slowly. "I'm touching you, soobin."
"but, not completely." and this just showed how much of a demanding brat he is, not satisfied with the bare minimum friction he's getting.
"tch, tch, such a desperate man. aren't you happy a girl like me is touching your disgusting dick?" pressing your thumb on his tip to which his eye twitched, trying to grab your wrist to stop the pressure.
You could feel his breath on your neck—hot and heavy, which makes you feel things, to your demise — makes you wet, as you moved his hand out of the way for you, and after slight resistance, he pathetically lets you, followed by a whimper following shortly after when you start to slowly palm him. The moment you feel it twitched, you halt your movement, removing your hand from his crotch all together.
"h-hah.. h-huh? yeahh... yeah— fuck, please please, touch it properly, please—" he finally broke, letting out a whine he wishes you didn't hear, but judging by the smirk on your face, you definitely did. and it was hot— fuck, it was the sexiest thing he's ever done.
"ugh, I don't have all day for this." you shook your head, stretching the waistline of his bottoms forward and shoving you hands down again.
"holy fuuccck." he whispered, marvelling at the touch of your nails on the underside of his tip.
you twisted your hand as you jerked at his tip, causing his knees to bend an inch and his hips to buckle, closing his eyes shut. "shut the fuck up, soobin. don't need any student hearing you getting your cock jerked off, do we?" to which he mindlessly nodded, his head thrown back against the harsh metal that's probably heated up from the summer rays.
"fuck, fuck, fuck," he cursed under his breath, head tilting side to side every now that then, his chest heaving up and down. you squeezed his dick with your palm, causing his eyelids to squeeze. this sight has your panties in a bunch, but you can't show him that.
you press harder, his breaths knocked out of him, a slight squeak by the end that has his ears turning red and heated. you looked down at the sight of your hands shoved down his denims. "hah, do you not know when to stop annoying a girl? when to quit with your antics, and be a good boy? do you have no shame?” you mock, feeding his desire to be degraded that you're sure he has from the way he's reacting.
"is this— fuck, h-hah, is this the way you put all annoying guys in their place?" he questioned, managing to flutter his eyes open. he looked at you from the corner of his eye, trying to hide his face that was turning pink.
you laughed at the question, still looking down, index finger nudging his balls. "maybe it is. will that stop you from being an absolute annoying slut? will it?"
he couldn't respond, of course he couldn't — he's busy marvelling at the feeling of your warm, soft hands so all he could do was shake his head vehemently in a no.
what a slut!
"of course it wouldn't, pathetic whores like you only think from their dicks. you're a shameless bitch, soobin."
he couldn't protest, couldn't respond to the insults thrown at him — he's breathing is so messed up now his back is rubbing up and down the metal. "I'm gonna— I'm—" and he came in his pants, which will surely be a disaster for him to wash out afterwards.
you pulled your hand out, disguising your arousal with disgust at the sight of cum on your fingers, which you scrubbed off on the pockets of his pants, lifting your bag off the ground and throwing it on your shoulder. "keep being annoying."
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i can write a whole fic explaining why I should give up on writing. okay goodbye. thank you for reading my garbage <3
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sinnabee · 1 year ago
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YOU ESCAPE TO ROTINI AFTER HURTING ME LIKE THIS???? PILLOW????? PILLOW WHERE IS TBE REST OF IT. WHERE IS THE REST OF THE FIC WHERE THEY LET ECLIPSE STAY AND REPAIR HIM. LIKE YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD. PILLOW???? PILLOW IM GRABBING YOU AND YOUR ROTINI AND SHAKING YOU
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NOTE: although I've now finished Ruin, this was written for fun when I had only seen the first half. Its relation is limited
(Wasn't) Worth Fixing by clutterspace
You find the Daycare Attendant of your childhood hidden behind your apartment building, severely damaged.
You... probably weren't intended to.
G | Words: 1,386 | Chapters: 1/1
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Your mother used to work as a technician at the pizza place half-way across town when you were little. It took some time for you really memorize the name—Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex—when all you did as a young child was raise your hands up high to your mother so tall and ask when you could go to pizza.
For every day she had gone to work, she brought you with her. You boundlessly scribbled in Freddy Fazbear themed colouring books with crayon on the near silent bumpy car ride there, as she had always requested the quiet before the cacophany of shouting noise the mall offered its full family guests. And much too young to be let loose among the older children, you had always been dropped off at the establishment's daycare before her shift.
The place had once held a charm to it, a brightly coloured wonder of dizzying family fun that evolved into a more thoughtful appreciation for the advanced robotics you eventually grew old enough to possess. Even the daycare had been attended to by a single machine, and to this day, you genuinely wondered sometimes if the bounciness of life its creaky frame held had really been there at all, a marvel of technological advancement, or if it was only the low standard magic that all little eyes saw the world through. Your memories were few and far between, but it had been a joyous place that looked upon you kindly, and much of that credit went to that very machine in place.
It was enough to make you feel a little bad for just how much you begged your mother to let you freely roam outside of the daycare later on, but life went on and on for little minds, and it wasn't a thought worth lingering upon.
When you blessedly just barely became old enough for it, you had gotten your wish granted to you by your exhausted mother, and stuck closely around the Glamrocks and their masses of crowds from then on. It was an endlessly exciting change from the norm, and the musical daycare of childish screams and brightly enthused words of encouragement that had welcomed you with open arms became an afterthought.
You had asked your mother one day where Bonnie went. The older kids had spoken in jokes that fell like cruelty upon your ears, and it was only your mother who might as well have been the CEO in your eyes who you could trust. Older now, you knew there was no harm in the jokes the other children had made among one another, but that a mind so easily swayed could only listen in horror.
Your mother had not sugar-coated it, much too used to the more grown-up side of her occupation to bother. You would have been fine to hear that he was on vacation, or off to bigger and better performances across the globe. You would have smiled, proud to hear of his accomplishments. But the words she told you had been without care.
He wasn't worth fixing, so they got rid of him.
It had been a nagging fear that crept over your spine for a year afterwards that the same could ever happen to you, childishly lacking in the understanding of your differences in value to the surrounding world.
And it was as you silently stared back into the wild, frozen, broken eyes dimly illuminating the dark, filthy alleyway between apartment buildings in vibrant yellow and red hues, with a right hand on your own open back door's handle and a left hand tightly gripped around a filled garbage bag at your side years later, that those very words rung back to you.
Police sirens blared in the distance, but that was the usual.
People talked, but knew little. There had been something off from the usual in town lately, police cars circling the area endlessly. They were looking for someone, or something. And your neighbours speculated, but they all speculated different topics amongst themselves, bringing all that mystery down to a he said, she said, who cares anymore. It all became naught but a backdrop with no follow-up.
Maybe no one wanted to hear a possibly dangerous animatronic was on the loose. Or- no. Maybe just no one wanted to admit to the potentially catastrophic failing, what with the previous rumours already spiralling out of control. A silent capture was in play.
The animatronic looked banged up, shattered holes all along its body. Fabric was littered with rips and tears, while not an inch of casing went uncracked. Its rays adorned with a familiar blue hat were broken, and its faceplace was almost entirely shattered in half. But despite all of the horrific damage it bore, you could recognize the animatronic for the daycare of your early childhood from anywhere, even though only an hour prior, you would not have recalled its form. It held itself still under your gaze, and you too did not move, for there was a shocked terror in the way it held itself firmly pressed against the bottom of the wall, too-thin metal fingers cracking the pavement beneath it.
It looked so scared for something (someone?) that could easily do to you what it was doing to the pavement. Though you doubted that it had any desire to do so.
You didn't know how long you two stared, until finally, you took the slowest step you could towards the garbage bin that stood only a couple feet away in the dim alleyway. The second you moved even an inch, a mechanical hum rose in volume from the wary animatronic's metal body that reminded you of the sounds your own computer makes. It didn't move, didn't talk, only watched you out of the corner of your eye as you ever so slowly made your way towards the bin. You lifted the garbage bag into it, and the clattering sound of its contents shifting within rung out much too loud for the careful silence you required. You internally recoiled from the noise, but outwardly showed not a reaction as you inched your way back towards your door as if nothing out of place had been seen at all.
Your hand fell upon the door as you stepped up across the threshold. You did not walk any further, and instead looked over your shoulder at the vulnerable state the broken, hiding animatronic you had unintentionally spotted was in. You inhaled, feeling doubtfully uncertain, but reminiscent for the sounds of shrieking laughter and the ever so foggy memory of a large sunshine grin poking into a play structure to announce that you had been found. As advanced as its facial recognition likely was, you sincerely doubted that it could connect you back to the toddler you had once been. It had no idea who you were, and therefore had no intentions of ever having been seen by you. But even if it did, would that matter at all? You couldn't be but a single file and a brief, fading memory to its systems.
(It seemed smaller like this, but you knew that you had only grown taller.)
He wasn't worth fixing, so they got rid of him.
"They check this alleyway," you whispered into the cool night air. A small clicking sound of an unknown origin sounded out from the animatronic at the sound of your voice. It did not respond, but you did not expect it to.
You turned away and walked inside of your home, intent on brushing your teeth and going to bed.
You did not close the door behind you. An unspoken invitation, because surely you would not be to blame if the ever so frightening machine found its way into your home all on its own.
You stayed in your bedroom for the rest of the night, and when the muffled sounds of police sirens finally circled back towards your street, you just barely heard the almost inaudible sound of your back door quietly clicking shut. You did not emerge, no matter what shuffling noises you heard afterwards, and instead rolled over in bed to play a song from your phone's lit screen into your newly pushed in earbuds.
If anyone asked, they had been in all night.
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wisteria-blooms · 9 months ago
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Okay, so bear with me as I type this half-asleep...
long hair & tattoos (lh&t as someone kindly abbreviated; I love it!!) is obviously my baby or my first-born child, if you will. Obviously, the tropes aren't original, but it was my fake-dating template for sunburns & dragons (let's call that sb&d). You'll see the chapters mirror each other. For example:
Chapter 1: The dinner
Chapter 2: Talking to Fred/George
Chapter 3: Meeting Bill/Charlie
Chapter 4: Making plans
Chapter 5: Meeting the parents
Chapter 6: An argument with the parents
Chapter 7: Talks about moving in together...
Okay, so I want to talk about the moving in part. I don't think I'm any sort of expert on Bill and Charlie's characters nor could I give good advice on how to write them, but I tried to make the distinct in the same situations.
Bill (lh&t) (Chapter 7):
“I don’t mind it, really,” Bill responded. It seemed like he’d been thinking about what happened at dinner, too. “If the penthouse is as big as your father says it is, then we could both live there without issue. We might not even see each other.”
“I’ll use the money to rent elsewhere,” you suggested. “It’d look suspicious if you rented under your name. Your father would find out.” You wracked your brain for another option. “Then I’ll take your flat.” “I don’t know if the owners will be so happy after I announce the termination. And even then, there’d be a place under my name and yours.”
At the end of the chapter, Bill accepts (Y/N)'s offering of the penthouse. I actually had a bout of amnesia and forgot that he offered to share it with her, and shot down her suggestions because they'd be risky. To me, it shows that he wouldn't mind living with her, and she doesn't deserve not to live there. But there's a more.... rational and refined side to him that tells him it wouldn't be a great idea. Real people having real feelings. Things could get tangled and messy. At this point of the story, he doesn't have any romantic feelings for her, but knows something could happen and someone could get hurt. That's why he stays on the down low for the next couple weeks. (Aside: he starts thinking more about (Y/N) in Chapter 8 after seeing her at the family dinner).
vs. Charlie (sb&d) (Chapter 7):
“Swimming in luxury and eating fondue on quartz countertops, indulging in vintage wines while I’m wedged in between my two loudest and most annoying brothers on a bed that can barely support my weight,” Charlie wallowed in self-pity, punctuating his remarks with a long sigh. “The universe really chooses favourites.” A crescent of sweat grazed your neck, outlining your sweater, at what you were about to say. Feeling your guilt implode, you blurted out: “You can stay over if you need."
“You have to get the unit first before dreaming about living with me,” Charlie teased, emphasising the word ‘me’ by pointing at himself, and subsequently, ricocheting your lack of faith against you.
Charlie wouldn't have cared if (Y/N) had asked him to move in with her, but since she did, he definitely doesn't mind sharing a space with her. At this point, Charlie has no romantic feelings for (Y/N), but has been extremely flirtatious. (Y/N) soon realizes she has to be careful around him (like, is what he's saying real or just something to make me feel good?). Charlie, unlike Bill, hasn't thought about the weight he's putting on (Y/N) and the repercussions. He's used to being friends with woman, flirting as he likes, and not expecting any sort of commitment. Having a roommate - someone to hang out and cook with - is just fun.
That's why I say Bill knows what he wants, Charlie "dillydallies" a lot more. But will that change? We'll find out in a couple of chapters.
Anyway, that's my director's cut. Let me know if there's anything else I can explain!!
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chillinlikeavillain811 · 7 months ago
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smallblueandloud · 9 months ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bail Organa/Breha Organa, Breha Organa & Leia Organa, Bail Organa & Leia Organa, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Bail Organa & Breha Organa & Luke Skywalker Characters: Breha Organa, Bail Organa Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Alderaan is Latino, Force Dyad (Star Wars), Force-Sensitive Leia Organa, Good Parents Bail Organa and Breha Organa Summary:
Breha frowns. “Leia is... sharing?”
“Yes,” says Bail. “She’s sharing her water. And her socks, and her hair ties, and-- the blanket she lost overnight, last year.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know the Force could do that.
(or, Bail and Breha's daughter keeps losing things -- especially, most strangely, glasses of water. it takes them several years to figure out how)
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smallblueandloud · 1 year ago
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Kermit moves his hands to look at her. “You just can’t resist slipping the Smithsonian in there, can you?”
“Yeah, well, he’s from a gringo from California,” says Ensign Gallan. “You can’t really expect much from them.”
For the second time in two hours, Harrow’s expression seems to cracks clean in half. “Oh,” she says.
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"But guess what, bitch!" she screamed. "I do know karate!"
He had Azulon's jaw, Sozin's nose, and General Iroh's sad golden eyes.
The more the Storm Lord considered it, the more determined he was that his daughter should be his next bride.
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phantomwritr · 5 months ago
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2024: SB-L Series
Hi all,
Since I'm back on my writing jam for the season, I've come to ask for your opinions once again.
I am covering the 2024 season with the Sad Boy Lewis series, and there's a lot to cover. So, here's my question:
Thank you all so much and I hope to get back to writing more regularly at some point.
Much love, Phantom.
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bluebobatea27 · 8 months ago
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One Piece SBS Questions for my OC, Lily D. Erza!
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((I'm too lazy to retype the questions, so, here's the answers lol )) ((Also, pic of OC is an edit. Will post the original AND artist cred ASAP!)) 1) October 18th 2) 27 3) Nope! Different outfits for different periods of her life! 4) American! 5) If she had to picky a number that would be considered 'lucky,' then it would be the number 18! 6) Like vanilla, with a hint of spring 7) Purple 8) Crab boils are her fav! 9) Caviar. That's one thing she'd avoid, but would eat it if she really had to. 10) 'I can't wait to finish that book when we get done here.' 11) Everyday, if she can. 12) Her blood type would probably be either O+ or O- 13) No 14) Of course. She doesn't mind to get competitive! 15) Erza can pretty much cook anything! Buuut her speciality is would probably be Cabbage Rolls (for Eustass Kid) or a special meat stew that she learned from her mother! 16) In bed by 10 pm and awake by 5am lol 17) Mother. Hands down, she would be the mother due to her personality lmao 18) Cat! 19) 5'10 and I guess she'd be at an average weight for someone her height, age, and body type. 20) D 21) She'd write the L, then the D, and then Erza all in cursive lol 22) In her 40s, she'd have shorter hair, a different outfit, and probably more scars.
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marine-indie-gal · 1 year ago
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Inspired by the Many Re-Imagined Classical Old Literature Works of Stories from a Few Others, here is my very own First Adaptational version of a Christmas Song based on a Book that has been covered many times through Radio and Parodies of Robert L. May's most famous Reindeer of them all when the Song itself is how that Indifferency among People shouldn't be meant for laughs or jokes, but for the fact that we are all build equal (no matter how if our Body parts were born either regular or different, we are all in our own Kind).
Rudolph has been at least adapted before a few times and even made it through his own way of other Christmas Media of Pop Culture References. In 1948, it was first adapted by Fleischer Studios, in 1964, it was adapted by the all-time famous Rankin/Bass (which gave their own Most Famous Adaptation its own Sequels), in 1998, GoodTimes did their own version through a 1 Hour Movie rather than a Special. Here, my version combines with all of these Elements into my own. Of course, this Fan "Adaptation" of Mine is loosely inspired by @hyzenthlayroseart's version of the Rudolph story. 😉
How would I write it in my own way if you may all ask?
Well, to put it in a little Summary; Rudolph is the Son of Dasher (whereas R/B's version, it was Donner, while in GoodTimes' version, it was Blitzen. Only in here, My Rudolph is Dasher's Son) who was born with a Red Glowing Nose. For a surprise of having a Child with a Special Gift, Rudolph tries to fit in with the Other Reindeer and even the other Townsfolks of the North Pole but he does manage to befriend a few Reindeer Yearlings who are indifferent like he is. However, one Bully Yearling who has a strong dislike for Him manipulates Rudolph into getting lost in a Cold Blizzard where the Young Reindeer goes out to find his way home. And on his Journey the way by, he befriends a Trio of Three Artic Animals (A Penguin, A Snow Owl, and even a Harp Seal).
Meanwhile, the Sub-Plot in my version is that Krampus (the Darker Counterpart, Former/Ex-Partner, and even Archenemy to Santa Claus) plans to kidnap every Child in their Town to take them to the darker pits of Yule Hell where Krampus would want to overthrow Santa. But only then, does Rudolph stop the Evil Anti-Santa from doing so.
Before anyone would dare to ask, I'd like to clarify one again that this is NOT part of my SpongeBob AU (even though I already did Another Rudolph & Krampus), this Adaptation is a separate universe of its own (meaning that SB! Rudolph & Krampus are very extremely different from My Original versions of Rudolph & Krampus, even though they might be the same people, just from different universes of different source materials of my works).
Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer (c) Robert L. May
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smallblueandloud · 6 months ago
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hiiii @emjee based on your reblogs i think you might enjoy my hanleia manifesto
what you see is not the dark, 3.5k, hanleia. set post-original trilogy. here's a snippet that i think aligns with what you're describing:
“Respect the Wookie’s wishes,” says Leia. “I’ve heard he’s prone to dismemberment.” Chewie’s croaky laughter sounds through the apartment. When Leia looks at Han, he’s staring at her a smitten expression that’s completely inappropriate for the tone of conversation. “Shut up,” she tells him, flustered. “You bought cups,” he says, consideringly, his gaze never faltering, “for the Falcon.” “Shut up,” she repeats. “Don’t look at me like that.”
it takes them the whole fic to get there (in a very predictable fashion, the whole fic is basically: han is offering his love and support with quiet patience and leia is Freaked The Fuck Out By This and also Trying To Do Too Much For Her People) but they do, eventually <3
Watching Return of the Jedi and remembering why Han/Leia was the first ship I ever wrote fic for, in my notebook instead of paying attention in class when I was fifteen like God intended
anyway drop those fic recs (I literally only care about the OG trilogy fwiw)
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beemine001 · 2 years ago
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writing rules
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just follow the rules/guidelines and choose a character or two and request away!
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NO NSFW I AM A MINOR
please only choose from fandoms I have listed, feel free to ask for characters not listed though
I write bxb, gxg, gxb, afab, amab, and will usually write in second person with they/them pronouns unless specified
I will write any AU for any fandom/character
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fandoms + characters:
hxh [ hisoka, chrollo, illumi, gon, killua, kurapika, leorio, feitan. shalnark, uvogin, ging, kite ]
bsd [ dazai, kunikida, atsushi, akutagawa, ranpo, kenji ]
tbhk [ hanako, nene, kou, mitsuba. tsuchigomori ]
twst [ riddle, ace, cater, deuce, trey, leona, ruggie, jack, kalim, jamil, floyd, jade, azul, epel, vil, rook, malleus, silver, lilla, sebek, idia, ortho, sam, crewel ]
danganronpa [ junko, makoto, kyoko, leon, sayaka, celeste, toko, byakuya. mondo, chihiro, hajime, chiaki, peko, fuyuhiko, akane, mikan, ibuki, nagito, kazuichi, sonia, gundham, shuichi, keade, kokichi, tenko, korekiyo, rantaro, miu, gonta, kaito, maki, angie ]
helluva bozz [ blitz, stolas, millie, moxxie, loona, octavia ]
hazbin hotel [ cherri bomb, angel dust ]
death note [ light, l, mello, misa, near, ryuk ]
fnaf sb [ sundrop, moondrop, monty, glamrock chica, glamrock freddy, roxy ]
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what i will write
bxb, gxg, bxg, trans, afab, amab, lgbtq
headcanons
letters
short stories (<500 words)
long stories (>500 words)
angst
fluff
+ more!! just ask!!
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agent-bash · 2 years ago
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Do you think it’s wrong for Upstead’s to hold out hope for a happy ending? The last thing I would want for a ship that has meant the world to me is for it to turn into what L*nsteads have become.
No, I don't think it's wrong to hold out hope. Especially right now when the season isn't over and everything is fresh. And it's true going into next season as well if Tracy is indeed sticking around.
Another thing that can't be denied is the situations are very different. Jesse has said that he's open to coming back. That is something that was made abundantly clear was not going to happen when SB left the show. So there's far more of an open door here.
All that being said, I don't think it's right to lump all Linsteads into the bitter camp. Yes, some have moved on and become Upstead fans. Great. Some have done that but still have a little candle for Jay and Erin. Also fine. Others still watch the show and are fine/understanding of where the story has gone because they know people, fictional or otherwise, have to move on. But they still prefer Linstead. They still write fanfics, make edits, gif sets and whatnot for them. Good for them. That's the ship that's spoken to them, and they still feel inspired by it, and there's nothing wrong with that. And others still do all that, who create that content and haven't watched the show since the season 4 finale (maybe a little into season 5). And there is nothing wrong with that, either.
Bitter fans exist in all ships. All of them. Both while a ship is alive and well and after it's over and one or both characters have moved on. Upstead is no exception to that. No ship on PD (or any other show or movie) is. Asshats being Asshats are as predictable as death and taxes. The only thing you can do is what's best for you.
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her-canine-teeth · 10 months ago
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INTRO Post YEAHG (ppl wanted this). this is LONG but there's a shorter version now!! exciting.
g e n e r a l stuff ig
(i have never made one so idk what to put here (it's way longer than i thigght though. sorry) but if u have any questions u can ask me everything! fr)
the names that i primarily go by here r mito n tomas (bc theyre the ones in my bio thing) but I have like a lot of names (bascially every word I like. more or less) so I guess u can just call me whatever??
I love music and I listen to almost EVERYTHING so it's hard to pin down a few artists. the ones i think r most underrated are flower face and aliceband though (if u ask i WILL make u a playlist. if u send me more music i will be happy). Idk i play guitar and I want to play drums which is hard bc I dont have any. also want to learn piano like this year
other than that i write pretty much (sb beta my stuff pls) oh and I have synesthesia which is fun Uhhh i love (over)interpreting things so there's a lot of that here and I csnt spell!! but I think thats obvious.
Im queer like in general
Im posting abt a lot of stuff, main interests (rn) are: tma/tmagp, starkid/sap, and yellowjackets. and discworld. we <3 discworld (sb ask me what my fav book is)
asks/dms r always open!! I love talking.
NOTE i wont be there as much the next 5 weeks, i think but u can still talk to me (pls do) ill just answer like a bit later
beneath that thing r my tags n projects it's rather long though i think. n this is long enough alr
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mitos incredible life - basically all of my original posts. whys it called that and not smth like 'my posts'? i dont fucking remember and id rlly like to know that too but im not gonna change it now. anyways it's everything from poetry stuff to edits to complaining etc
mine art tag - stuff i make, mostly edits and sometimes writing
spine - writing stuff im basically just putting somewhere when im on tumblr anyways and dont want to open the notes app. those are real life first drafts and not good
there r more i think but ig youll get them
p r o j e c t s
basically if ive planned smth for more than 1 day it's a project to me. If youre reading this I probably got multiple going on rn
the ones that are finished always have a like wrap post thingy
tag: tomas pulls thru
then I have a current wip status post which you can find here. like bascially what's finished alr and what's not n other stuff. (probably gonna forget this exists though so. might not be accurate I just love unnecessary complicated things).
tag: current wip status (if u dont wanna click the link or smth idek)
andd the post where the finished project r listed is heree
tag: project overview
IDK WHAT ELSE TO PUT HERE it will probably be updated. very sure but not the next few weeks bc as ive said i will be gone.
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llonelywater · 1 year ago
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hi everyone, thank you so much for coming down today. I thought it would be nice to just give a round of thanks to everyone, even though I think I have written almost everything I wanted to say in each individual letter, sorry my handwriting is quite atrocious so feel free to ask me if you can't understand what I have written.
first i must really thank waye, martha, and weiyun for planning this wedding dinner gathering event. they really took the wheel and handled every single thing for me with the sole task left for me to do being to just turn up for my wedding, preferably not in scrubs. I was really so out of touch that up til 1 month before this I was telling people the wrong date of the gathering and that I was getting married at some fancy restaurant I think it starts with a C. yet this happened and it was only made possible by this amazing group of friends who willingly, through no coercion at all, stepped up and planned this day for us. thank you so much for the love and generosity of your time and effort. thank you for being a hundred times more vested in my own wedding that I ever was. you all are really fricking amazing.
moving onto each friend group. martha, thanks for showering me so indulgently with your love, kindness, and empathy throughout the years. weiyun, thank you for your fourteen years of your steadfast presence and a friendship rooted in memories from back when we were wearing pinafores and writing godawful fan fiction about Korean boy bands. sorry this dedication is very short because I have written practically everything I wanted to say on your letters, and every time we try to say nice things aloud to each other we invariably end up traumatised and in tears.
waye, you are easily one of the most thoughtful and generous people that I know and I am very lucky to have been blessed by this generosity. when I think about those dark days roaming in the dungeons of SGH GS, I think about all the times you saved my ass, bought me food, did my changes for me and got scolded on my behalf when we were coHOs. beyond that, I'm glad that after all these tumultuous years that we shall not speak of, we are standing here today, in this joyous occasion, that was made possible because of you.
jingles, thank you for your quiet and understated presence. when we first crossed paths briefly in JC I thought you were this really cool and mysterious and stoic person. but I think over the years, as CG mates, and then as friends, I have noticed all the times you have let down your defences and realised that you're actually a very nice and squishy person inside. thank you for your friendship. and your dogs.
SB, I still think fondly about the times when we were nineteen and I was sleeping over at your place every other weekend and we would creep into the kitchen at 2am and eat ice cream out of the tub and stay up talking til 5am and then feel like death the next day. our friendship has evolved so much since then and so many things have happened. but fundamentally there are things that have remained the same. thank you for ten years of kindness, softness, and quiet strength.
zich, my long suffering friend in the absolute shithole that is residency. thank you for being the silver lining to some of the most painful and traumatising experiences such as SGH DMO and CGH IM, for a friendship forged through camaraderie, pain, suffering, and a strong desire to go on strike against MOHH. thanks for wanting to stand up for me when I didn't even want to do it myself. I look forward to many more years of shared suffering with you.
to the rest of leon's friends - members of the three musketeers, pehyu and melvin - thank you for being such an integral part of leon's life through his poly years and then before that. they always say that you are the company that you keep and Im really grateful that Leon has had the opportunity to meet friends like you. thanks for trying to include me during your gatherings despite our hectic schedules and I look forward to more outings and holidays together in the future.
to leon's batch mates, thank you for being such a large and important part of leon's work life and then also being so much more beyond that. whenever Leon mentions that he's meeting his batch mates, he always sounds so joyful and excited that I feel happy on his behalf. special mention to leon's work wife Clinton for bringing Leon out before this event to give him a proper haircut and pick dress shoes with him, because otherwise Leon would literally have turned up in sneakers today. while I might have taken over your job as his official wife, I am more than happy for you to remain his work concubine and continue to fuss over him during the times that I can't.
lastly to leon. in the five years we have been together, you have showered me an amount of love and care that I can only describe as surreal. I can say with confidence that nobody has ever taken care of me, like you have taken care of me. I spent a large part of my life being independent and self sufficient, and after we got together, I remember wondering to myself at the start of my relationship, 'this is so much love, way too much for me to handle. what do I do with this much love?' but as time went by I have learned to accept and understand and grow into this love. as we become husband and wife, I promise to hold onto this love, cherish it, and grow it together with you. you are easily my favourite person and butt, and I love you so, so, so much.
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