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unbridgeabledistances · 4 years ago

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hi y’all<3 here’s a new section of the gallavich as seen from alternate POVs fic, this time featuring lip!!!! (i wanted to wait til after the ✨lickey drama✨ in the new ep before posting, but then i decided against it bc i didn’t want to re-write this lol)

i started to have way too many feelings while writing this so it’s a little lengthy and contemplative, but rest assured it features some domestic fluff/ian and mickey being disgustingly in love- i hope u enjoy<3

Lip shuffled into the kitchen of the Gallagher house, opening the fridge door and reaching past the clanging beer bottles to grab a metal soda can on the way back of the shelf, hearing a faint fizz escape as he popped the tab. It was late, the moonlight streaming in across the kitchen through the worn curtains and pooling on the kitchen floor— after Tami had crashed in their bed at the apartment after a long day at work and Freddie was sleeping soundly in his crib, Lip had come by the Gallagher house, without really knowing why. He just needed to clear his head, to get some distance from Tami and all her relentless nagging about moving and apartment hunting and his colossally obvious fuck-up with the bikes— he just needed some space, some less stifling air to breathe outside of their half-packed apartment crammed with boxes lining the walls.

It was funny; no matter how much energy Lip had poured into he and Tami’s first apartment, into painting the walls and agonizing over their kitchen backsplash like it was his first-born son, whenever Lip thought about home, whenever he felt that pit of uneasiness growing in his stomach and he just needed a place where he could lie back on a couch and loosen the knots in his shoulders and breathe in familiar air that would fill him up, instead of the too-clean smell of Tami’s flowery potpourri that she’d placed on the expensive coffee table in their living room— Lip always found his feet leading him across the slabs of sidewalk and past the chain link fences towards the Gallagher house, no matter the time of night. He had only been in the house for a few minutes before he felt the tight-knit something in his chest begin to unfurl— he didn’t even want to start to think about what was lodged there. This had been a crazy fucking couple of months, and he wasn’t going to start getting sappy about selling the house now, not when they were so close. He’d dug a hole too deep this time, and he needed the money. He couldn’t fuck up again— not with Freddie to take care of. No matter what it cost him.

So that’s how Lip ended up sitting at the Gallagher kitchen table at 2 a.m. on a Thursday night, sipping at an overly-sugary pop that was no substitute for what he really wanted to be drinking right now—he could imagine how it would warm the insides of his stomach, how it would cushion whatever weird fucking ache was in his chest right now. But— no. Fuck no. He wasn’t going to do that now. Everything about selling the house, about moving on, was about getting his shit straight— about leaving the bad parts of this sagging roof and these stained floorboards behind him.

Lip slouched in the wooden kitchen chair, scrolling on his phone and finally letting out a breath he didn’t really know he had been holding in all day, when he heard a creaking of footsteps padding at the top of the stairs— too heavy to be Liam or Debbie, too careful and unfumbling to be Frank dragging himself through the house. Lip flickered a glance up from where he was sitting and met Ian’s eyes as he turned the corner of the stairs, his skin looking translucent and overly pale in the moonlight like the ginger motherfucker he was.

Ian nodded his head towards Lip in acknowledgement, like he wasn’t surprised in the slightest that his older brother with a whole ass family and apartment of his own was decidedly squatting in the kitchen of his childhood home, drinking a pathetic-looking can of Dr. Pepper. Ian slid open the fridge door, grabbing a beer and swiftly popping the cap off by knocking the bottle on the side of the counter—and then in an instant it became one of those quiet, familiar nights when it was just Lip and Ian in the kitchen, sometimes letting easy conversations flow between them, but other times, just like this— just sinking into each other’s presence in the silence. Ian’s shadow mingling with the moonlight on the kitchen floor immediately snapped the atmosphere from lonely and self-pitying and stale to something lighter, something familiar—like the worn, buttery leather of a baseball glove that fits just right.

Instantly Lip was brought back to so many nights before this, of he and Ian orbiting each other in the kitchen at night— when they were kids and would creep down the stairs and eat fistfuls of junk food that Fiona had forbidden, or steal warm sips of the open beers Frank had left on the counter. This was where they’d processed Monica’s return, late at night while they passed a cigarette between them and Ian hadn’t tried to hide the tears that were freely rolling down his freckled cheeks, back when they were both just confused kids who clung to each other— this was where they’d processed Frank’s alcoholic meltdowns, too many to count, and all the love and loss and confusion that had passed between these walls, all the collateral damage of living in this fucking neighborhood. And Lip felt a sudden pang in his gut, sharp and present, when he realized that it might be one of the last nights that he and Ian got to spend in the kitchen like this.

Lip immediately shoved the thought down with all his might, a hydraulic press squeezing out any sentimentality. He had to do this— for Freddie, for Tami. He had to man up and move on, even if it meant physically wounding the crumbling walls to ease the pain of the parallel jagged wounds somewhere deep in his chest, or screaming and shouting until veins popped in his neck, so loud that he knew he was radiating his pain outwards like a fucking atomic bomb.

But tonight, Lip had no more fight left to give. He just wanted to let these four walls hold him one last time, without even realizing that was what he had needed until this moment. Ian slid a chair out from the kitchen table and sat beside him, leaning back and dragging out a slow, sleepy breath.

Lip cleared his throat, softly. “Where’s Mick?”

“Passed out upstairs.” Ian scrubbed a hand over his face. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Lip raised his eyebrow, almost involuntarily, and Ian immediately jutted his chin up in a half-nod, an affirmation, as he leaned back even farther and took the first sip of his beer. No, he wasn’t manic and yes, he was fine. After all the years that had passed since Ian was still figuring this shit out, Lip sometimes forgot that checking in on him wasn’t really his job, not anymore.

Lip took another sip from his soda can, a movement to fill the easy silence. “How was your guys’ night?”

Ian shrugged non-committally, his shoulders still slumped back in the chair, his lips puckered around the mouth of the bottle as he stared off into the distance at the peeling kitchen wallpaper. “Eh. It was fine. I dragged Mickey out to try and make more gay friends. Ended up being a mistake.”

Lip held back a laugh, taking a sip from his own drink to mask his smirk. He had ample auditory evidence that Mickey was plenty as gay as Ian, but it was still hard to imagine Mickey leaning into all of this shit— Ian used to wear golden underwear and frequent gay clubs and go to social justice brunches, but none of that really seemed like it was Mickey’s scene.

“Oh yeah? Mickey not the easiest person to befriend?” Lip said it with his eyebrows raised, like the joke was obvious.

Ian looked up at him, like he’d been snapped out of a sleepy train of thought, staring earnestly like Lip’s jab had flown right over his head. “Actually, it was kind of my fault. I was the one who made us leave this dinner party thing we got invited to. They were all talking shit about the Southside, about how they hated their families, and I couldn’t really… connect with them, I guess.”

Lip pondered that, taking a breath and stretching his arms above his head. God, he was sore— he hadn’t even been fucking working, aside from hauling those bikes from place to place to avoid the cops, but all the pent up stress and tension was starting to linger in his bones.

“Yeah, it was the same for me. In college, or whatever. Joaquin was the only person I really talked to, because he got all the shit I was always going through.”

Ian nodded contemplatively—but he was staring off into space again, almost like he was half asleep. Lip took another sip of his soda. He could bring up the house shit again right now—it was all that they’d been talking about for the past few weeks—but for some reason it felt too raw, too intense to bring up right now, like it would cut through this peaceful moment, this island in the vast sea of uncertainty Lip knew he was bringing down on all of their heads. So in this moment, he opted for smoother waters.

“Why’d you guys go looking for new friends, anyways?”

Ian finally broke out of whatever drowsy, pensive trance he’d been in, his lips sloping into a smile. “Mickey kept giving me shit for always doing what you do, after breakfast today. I figured… I don’t know, I just got all pissy and tried to prove him wrong.”

Lip felt the corner of his mouth tick upward at that. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

Ian grinned, and held out his beer bottle, stretching his arm across the table. Lip tapped it with his soda can with a light “Cheers,” then took the final sip. He crushed the can to a disk on the table, pressing it down firmly with the heel of his palm and watching the sides compress. Ian’s eyes were cast downward at the table, watching his movements.

“How’s stuff with you and Tami going, all the packing and shit?”

Lip turned the flattened can on its side, contemplatively spinning it like a top on the table and fidgeting with it between his fingers.

“Honestly? I’m fucking exhausted.”

He could hear the breathiness as he said it, how deflated his own voice sounded. And Lip knew could make himself say more— he knew if anyone would get it, Ian would.

“It’s just… fuck, man.”

He looked up and Ian was staring directly at him now, his expression unguarded— listening. Listening like he always did in these moments. Lip let out a low chuckle, trying to shield his own vulnerability.

“How’d we get so fucking old? How is this… it, y’know? Finally leaving the fucking nest, or whatever.”

Ian smiled, placing his beer on the table. “I think you already left the nest when you had a baby and moved into an apartment with your girlfriend.”

Lip shrugged, fiddling with the crushed can again between his fingertips. “Yeah. Guess you’re right.”

“And you are the one making us do this, for the record.”

If Ian’s tone wasn’t as playful or as tentative as it was, Lip would have worried that he was upset— but judging by Ian’s still-comfortable slouch and his steady expression, Lip knew he was fine— he was weathering the storm, just like Lip was.

Ian leaned forward.

“Hey. Mickey was giving me shit—but it is true. You’re my best friend, even though you can be a fucking asshole sometimes.” Ian’s lips curved into a crooked smile. “Nothing’s gonna change that.”

Ian’s eyes flickered around the kitchen as he spoke, and Lip heard everything that was unsaid. Even though you’re kicking us out of the house. Even though you’re changing everything. Even though there isn’t a focal point to our lives anymore.

You’re my best friend.

And Lip felt that pang in his gut again, sharp like a dagger.

He’d said it before, and he’d had no problem saying it over and over again in Mickey’s absence, up until the months before the wedding— Ian did always go a little bit “loco” when Mickey was around.

Which, fuck him, I guess, for caring about his little brother with an undiagnosed mental illness who was off living in the Milkovich House of Horrors slash meth lab with Mickey fucking Milkovich, the bully with greasy hair who Lip wrote papers for in high school and who now was a literal, actual, godforsaken pimp. Lip had seen a teenage Ian bruised and drunk and curled into himself crying over Mickey too many times to ever think that this shit was a good idea— and years later, when Ian almost threw away everything, almost threw away stability and sanity and his fucking family to follow Mickey Milkovich across the Mexican border, Lip knew he had to say something, even though it was an unspoken rule that he and Ian didn’t really critique each other’s love lives since the Mandy-and-Karen fiascos of years past.

So he’d said it, that day in the kitchen, after Ian had returned on a Greyhound bus and they were still processing the dull pain of Monica’s loss— and Ian had taken the feedback with a closed-lip smile, like his head was somewhere else, as he picked at the corner of the beer bottle label with his thumb.

And then less than a year later Mickey was released anyways, and ended up standing in a tank top and boxers in the middle of the Gallagher living room, when the house was crawling with strangers and Freddie was barely two weeks old— and Lip had taken in a sharp breath, a bundle of hesitant nerves sprouting for whatever the fuck this situation was going to become; but not one that he could really give attention to, with all the other bullshit that was pulling at his focus, like the desperate screeching of his newborn kid and the mascara running down Tami’s face.

Later that night, when he’d had a spare moment to breathe and Tami was finally calmed down and sleeping in their cramped bedroom, he’d run into Ian in the moonlit hallway as he was stumbling his way out of the bathroom, drowsily rubbing his eyes with his hair sticking up. And Lip had stopped him with a whisper, placing a hand to tap Ian’s shoulder as Ian blinked the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey. So uh… I see Mickey’s out.”

He’d seen the defenses immediately raise in Ian’s eyes, like he knew what Lip was going to say next.

“Yeah.” Ian had said it soft, quietly, like he was afraid of someone waking.

You sure that’s a good idea? Lip could feel the words itching on the tip of his tongue, and he was aching to say them again, all these years later— and yes, maybe his head was so wrapped up in his own shit that he didn’t really have the authority to be doling out relationship advice to his little brother right now, but so much of this reminded him of things that had happened in the past, of Mickey Milkovich crashing on Ian’s bedroom floor until he inevitably couldn’t anymore, until the pressure cooker of his presence mingled with Ian’s inevitably exploded— or at least that was how Lip saw it. There were too many wounds, and they were bound to leave scars— Lip was honestly surprised as fuck that the Gallagher house was Mickey’s first stop out of prison, after everything that had gone down between the two of them.

But, for Ian’s sake, Lip tried to reign it in—despite the fact that they’d just been commiserating about “being in love with crazy people” as they crouched on the living room stairs the night before as Ian sipped on a beer, sputtering out a “fuck no” when Lip asked if he was going to marry Mickey (which was an equally as batshit question as if Lip was going to marry Tami). Despite all of this— now that Mickey was back, Lip could see that this was something Ian wanted, that this was something Ian was treading carefully into, one more time. He was definitely stronger now; even Lip could see that.

“He gonna be hanging around here a while?”

Ian had given a gentle, sleepy smile. “Yeah. Think so.”

And Lip had just reached out, and clapped Ian’s sleep-warmed body on the shoulder. “Sounds good, man.”

Ian had walked the remaining length of the hallway, opening the bedroom door— and in the shadows, Lip could see that Mickey was curled on the old, concave mattress of Ian’s single bed that he’d slept on since they were kids— and Ian had lifted the thin blanket and pressed up next to him, the mattress sinking beneath their collective weight, settling in and pressing a kiss to the top of a snoring Mickey’s head without a second thought. Huh.

That was the beginning of Lip starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, this time with Mickey would be different— and it was. As Mickey started to become a daily fixture in the Gallagher house, constantly pinned to Ian’s side, Lip had noticed how something solid had shifted—they weren’t reckless kids anymore, for starters. He hadn’t really seen Mick and Ian physically together since Ian was catapulting off the deep end, in the weeks after Ian had gotten dragged away by the P.I.s and Mickey had gotten locked up for some crazy fucking stunt trying to murder Sammy. Things were too intense then, too technicolor—for some reason, Lip thought Mickey being back meant that they’d return to being that way.

But now here was this guy, placing a gentle hand on Ian’s chest and saying “Woah, wait a minute” to protect Ian from the batshit P.O. that had just barged through the door—and Lip couldn’t help but realize that was something that he would have done to protect Ian, in a universe where Mickey was still behind bars.

After then, Lip just kept seeing it— the ways that Mickey showed up for Ian. Not even in the ways that he used to, like forcing Ian to take his meds back when everything was uncertain and Ian was slipping through their fingers like sand in a sieve; but in a more solid, adult way, in a way that made Ian buzz whenever he was around him, in a way that made Ian happier and lighter. And maybe it was just the sex—part of it had to be the fucking sex, considering how loud they always were— but Lip realized, after a couple of weeks of Mickey’s presence in the house before their whole eventual engagement fiasco, that Mickey was Ian’s friend, in addition to all the other things he was. After all the years of uncertainty, they’d finally grown the fuck up— Mickey was someone who brought out the best in Ian, and it was like Ian had been waiting for this moment, for Mickey by his side, before he could fully and totally bloom.

And it was weird how emotional that made Lip— after seeing Ian as a hollow shell in a jumpsuit pushing garbage cans around a college campus, or pretending to be someone he wasn’t who wore patterned button-up shirts and threw around fucking useless five-dollar words that Lip didn’t understand like “gender identity” and “intersectionality”— Ian had finally made it, beyond being the bruised, scrawny kid getting sexually abused by a creepy 30 year old man in the back room of a mini-mart, or getting high off his ass every night and starving himself to fit into a golden thong, or wearing a baggy janitor suit with dark circles under his eyes and pallid skin. Ian had done that shit on his own, and made himself into something in Mickey’s absence, sure— but so much of him being the full, happy person he was in this moment was because of Mickey, and Lip could see that now.

Ian was himself— he wasn’t a shadow anymore.

And that was why Lip had said he thought he should marry Mickey, in the end— because there was no doubt in his mind that Mickey Milkovich wasn’t going anywhere, not anytime soon.

Lip could still see it now, in the way that Ian was lounging comfortably in the living room, like he had his whole life— but now Mickey was resting just as comfortably beside him. It was a few weeks after that night in the kitchen, and Lip had just pitched the FOR SALE sign in the Gallagher front yard— now everyone was huddled in the living room, for what they now knew was one of their last lingering nights in this space. Liam was sitting next to Lip, pressed into his side, seeking the comfort that Lip knew he needed through all of these massive fucking changes— Franny was playing on the floor and Debbie was sitting beside her, and across the room Ian and Mickey were pressed side-by-side on the fraying loveseat, scrolling through the lease document for their new apartment on the battered laptop. They were murmuring things to each other that Lip couldn’t really make out— but Mickey was pressed against Ian, slouching into him slightly, and Ian’s eyes were light. In his flicker of a glance towards them, Lip noticed that Mickey was playing with Ian’s hand, swiping a finger over his wedding ring, as Ian scrolled through the paperwork and started to read all the contract information out loud— and Lip smiled to himself as he tried to tune out all the sappy bullshit that was going on in that corner of the room.

Ian was going to be just fine.

Hour later Lip strode out the door to the front porch, a cigarette he’d bummed off of Ian wrapped in his fist— he didn’t smoke anymore, especially not under the same roof as Tami, but there was something about the gravity of this night, of the flimsy red and white sign rooted in the front yard, that made Lip’s fingertips itch for a cigarette and made his brain buzz with the want of nicotine to dull the sharp edges of everything he was feeling—for smoke to float in front of his face while he sat on the front steps just one more time.

He perched on the front steps as the sun was just starting to set, the fish-scale shadows of the chain link fence encroaching further and further into the yard as he flicked at his lighter.

He heard a light cough from somewhere in front of him— and saw that Mickey was outside too, blowing smoke out of his mouth and leaning against the fence in the front yard facing the house. Lip nodded at him in acknowledgement, then took the first drag. Fuck, he’d needed this.

“You gonna miss this place?”

Mickey said it into the open air, like he isn’t really talking to Lip— his eyes were off in the distance, staring at the paint-chipped front façade of the house. Which was fucking bullshit—why would Mickey be staring absentmindedly, almost fucking wistfully, at the Gallagher house?

It’s not like he and Mickey didn’t talk— they definitely did, pragmatically flinging banter across the kitchen to each other at breakfast when coordinating rides for Liam or grocery list items when Debbie was off at work, existing in the same space every morning— and Mickey helped him haul literal tons of iron when he’d helped him steal the bikes, had haggled over his cut. But never like this—never with any weight, never in a way that was this casual, or this familial, about fucking feelings.

Part of that was probably because it was hard as fuck to worm your way into the Gallagher family—as wide open as their door always seemed to be, with people filtering in and out and crashing on hallway floors or the lumpy couch, this house only continued to function because of its nucleus— because of Lip and Ian and Carl and Debbie and Fiona and Liam and yes, even Frank. Everyone else was a passerby, an impermanent blip crossing through the way station; Jimmy-Steve, Sean, Carl’s slew of girls, Mandy and Karen.

Monica.

None of them were Gallaghers— none of them considered this place to be home, or got all the privileges that came with that. The Gallaghers, the real Gallaghers, had seen every one of these people come and go— and something slippery suddenly crept into Lip’s realization that despite all the odds, despite all of his doubts about him—Mickey had chosen to stay close to these four walls just as much as Lip had.

“Mickey’s family.” Ian had said it over a mouthful of bacon at breakfast a few weeks ago, and Lip had immediately shot him down; but maybe there was some truth to what Ian had said, some truth to the oddly unfailing consistency to Mickey’s ten years. Which meant that maybe…

Maybe it was time to make a fucking peace offering, or whatever.

Lip hummed in acknowledgement to Mickey’s question, pulling himself out of his train of thought.

“Hey. Mick.”

Mickey looked up at where Lip was leaning on the porch, his brows furrowing like he was bracing himself for a confrontation. “Yeah?”

“My head’s been too far up my ass the past couple of months to say it, but, uh. I’m glad you’re family, y’know?”

He’d been passively thinking it for months— but he’d never said it to Mickey, never this directly. He hoped Mickey got it, without brushing it off or shooting him down with some snarky fucking comment like he always did. Lip meant it— he was glad, he was grateful, he was ready to let Mickey Milkovich keep being a part of his fucked up familial life. And he hoped that Mickey saw that.

Mickey just rolled his eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette—but he didn’t say anything in reply, not for a moment. And then:

“You’re as sappy as your fucking brother, Phillip.”

#i’ve said it once and ill say it again nothing makes me more emo than ian and mickey sharing ian’s old bed #also sorry this was kinda ANGSTY what can i say #lip is Too Much #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #gallavich fanfiction #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #lip gallagher #ian and mickey #ian x mickey #ixm

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kaydeefalls · 4 years ago

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Askmeme 2 and 12!

Sweet!

2. What is your favorite snippet of dialogue?

Noooo don't make me play favorites. I've written a lot of fic at this point, and most of them have bits of dialogue that I'm particularly fond of.

Um, okay, normally I pick snarky snippets because those are most fun for me to write, but I'm gonna go unbearably sappy this time instead (from lessons exquisitely crafted):

"I love him," Yusuf admits quietly. "I am so in love with him that I no longer know anything but that. I think perhaps what happened yesterday simply cracked my heart open, and all the love that I'd kept hidden there, even from myself, just spilled out at last. Quỳnh, I promise you, if I am sure of anything in this immortal life, it is him."

Normally, if I'm gonna write a love confession, it'll be kind of backhanded or subtextual, but Joe is Joe, and I'm still not sure where that particular little monologue came from -- I was racing HARD for the finish to meet the Bang deadline -- but I like it in spite of myself. So.

12. What’s the hardest thing to write for you?

FIGHT SCENES MY NEMESES. Oh god I hate them. I hate writing them SO MUCH, and yet I include them in fics SO OFTEN. Why must I be drawn to action-based fandoms over and over again?

Part of my problem is that action is one of those genres where a picture really is worth a thousand words, and I am...not a visual thinker. So it just feels back-ass-wards to me to try to describe a visual that I can't really visualize in the first place. And I'm not a goddamn fight choreographer. (I also tend to find those scenes uninteresting as a reader -- I'll sometimes skim through them to get to the next line of dialogue.)

I use pretty much every trick in the book to bypass detailed descriptions of fight sequences, when I can. And focus on how the characters are FEELING about it rather than the specifics of what they're physically DOING. It helps a little. Sort of.

(GUESS WHAT SCENE I'M CURRENTLY PROCRASTINATING WRITING. JUST GUESS.)

...lol I wrote all that out and completely overlooked the fact that even harder for me to write than fights is smut (pun not intended but it’s out there now and I can’t take it back). Which is why I almost never write explicit sex. But that’s just action in a different guise, really, so they go together. (It’s...figuring out the specific mechanics of what bodies do together is just not my jam, whether fighting or fucking; I get so hung up on getting the details accurate that I find it boring to read.)

#ask me anything #fadagaski

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a-second-hand-sorrow · 6 years ago

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You’re Killing Me, Woman (Klaus Hargreeves X Reader)

WC: 1141

Warnings: Swearing, making out, lots of talk about sex but nothing actually happens lol

Summary: Y/N and Klaus are enjoying having the house to themselves, or at least they think they have it to themselves

A/N: First time writing for the Umbrella Academy! I love Klaus with my whole heart so hopefully you guys like this! (also Klaus wearing the reader’s robe was inspired by that scene with Nathan in S1E2 of Misfits)

Y/N grimaced as the harsh sunlight hit her eyes, prompting her to rub them, attempting to wake herself up further. She’d have to remind Klaus to put some curtains up in his room at the academy.

Y/N smiled at the thought of her boyfriend, rolling over to give him a morning kiss only to realise he wasn’t there. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, but when she heard the distinct sound of Klaus’ off-key singing coming from somewhere in the enormous house, she felt relief wash over her.

As she stepped out of bed, she picked up one of Klaus’ long coats, throwing it on over her underwear before walking down the hallways. Klaus’ singing grew louder as she approached the kitchen, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the sight that greeted her there.

Klaus, wearing nothing but one of Y/N’s rather short silk robes, was prancing around the kitchen singing a very poor medley of ABBA songs while pancakes were cooking on the stove. Y/N cleared her throat and Klaus turned around, grinning upon seeing her.

“Y/N! My love, my dearest, how are you?” Klaus exclaimed, rushing up to Y/N and pecking her lips before turning back to the pancakes.

“A bit sore but I’m sure you already know that.” Y/N said, wrapping her arms around Klaus’ waist as he chuckled.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now, do you want chocolate chips in your pancakes or not?” He asked and Y/N nodded, pressing a kiss to his shoulder in affirmation.

”I’ll make some coffee, yeah?” Y/N said, kissing Klaus’ neck before moving to get some mugs. While she poured the coffee Klaus’ singing had subsided to humming, but he was still incredibly passionate about it. As much as Y/N loved the scene in front of her, she couldn’t help but wonder if Klaus had taken something because he usually wasn’t such a cheerful morning person.

“Klaus, I hate to ask this but are you… high?” Y/N asked, taking a sip of her coffee as Klaus turned around to face her, a more serious air about him all of a sudden.

“Y/N, I know I haven’t exactly been the most reliable person in terms of my sobriety, but I can promise you that I am one hundred per cent clean right now. I love you more than I love myself, Y/N Y/L/N, and I would never put you through that no matter how badly I want to sometimes.” Klaus said, leaning over the table and clutching Y/N’s hands in his.

Y/N smiled so widely and genuinely at Klaus that he felt himself smile, rubbing his thumbs along the backs of her hands. “Sobriety’s made you sappy, Klaus.” Y/N said cheekily, giggling as Klaus’ expression morphed into one of mock offence.

“I pour my heart and soul out to you, and this is how you treat me? God, you are killing me, woman!” Klaus said, watching as Y/N moved from her side of the table to right in front of him.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Klaus’ neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss, his hands on her waist as hers slowly crept up into his hair. When they parted, they were both smiling, and Y/N trailed her hands down to Klaus’ chest. “What do you say about a repeat of last night after the pancakes?” Y/N said, toying with the edges of the robe Klaus wore.

“I say we have an empty house and we should take advantage of it. Fuck the pancakes.” Klaus said, a smirk on his face as he undid the belt of Y/N’s coat, groaning as it opened up.

“Like the view?” Y/N said teasingly, dropping the coat to the floor causing a moan to spill from Klaus’ lips.

“Oh you know I do.” Klaus almost growled his response, quickly hoisting Y/N up onto the kitchen table before pulling her into a heated kiss. The pair were so caught up in the kiss that unfortunately they didn’t hear the sudden footsteps of Klaus’ (technically speaking) youngest sibling.

“Hey, do you think I could… Jesus Christ!” Five exclaimed, his eyes widening as Klaus and Y/N separated, hair ruffled and cheeks red.

“Good morning brother.” Klaus said, as if he wasn’t just caught in the act by his brother. Five scoffed, shaking his head in disdain as he poured himself a cup of coffee

“I can’t trust you two to be left alone. Did either of you consider the fact that we eat off that table before you decided to go at it?” Five said, and Klaus let out an overdramatic sigh, lightly punching his brother’s shoulder.

“In our defence, we thought we had the house to ourselves and in the heat of the moment we forgot about you, the little teleporter.” Klaus said, causing Five to roll his eyes and take in a deep breath.

“Why don’t you two go put some clothes on while I salvage breakfast and try and bleach my eyes, hmm?” Five said, and both Y/N and Klaus nodded quickly, picking up their discarded clothes before rushing back to Klaus’ room.

By the time they reached the room they collapsed on Klaus’ bed in a fit of laughter, wiping tears from their eyes. “God that was hilarious! He wasn’t even shocked, he was just done.” Y/N said, resting her head against Klaus’ chest once they’d calmed down a bit.

“Wait, how many siblings have we been caught by? Let’s do a count, shall we?” Klaus said, and Y/N nodded, intertwining her hand with Klaus’.

“Obviously Five, then there was that time at the gym where Diego caught us, boy he was pissed. Started ranting about how we were going to ‘dirty the floor’ or whatever.” Y/N said, and Klaus chuckled at the memory.

“God it was so awkward when Luther caught us, and I think Vanya wanted to curl up and die, I felt so sorry for her.” Klaus said, and Y/N nodded in agreement.

“Maybe the moral of all these stories are that we should stop fucking in places your siblings can find us?” Y/N suggested, looking up at Klaus who simply smirked, shaking his head.

“That is a preposterous suggestion. I think the moral is that we should just be more careful.” Klaus said cheekily and Y/N chuckled, whacking his chest lightly.

“Breakfast is ready, rabbits!” Five shouted, and the pair rolled their eyes at the nickname gifted to them by the time traveller.

“He’s so mean to us, but I do feel like pancakes.” Y/N said, reluctantly standing up and pulling on some bike shorts and one of Klaus’ old shirts.

“Right you are. Now, lead the way my lovely lady.” Klaus said, smacking Y/N’s ass as she started walking, eliciting a short squeak from the girl.

As chaotic as life with Klaus was, Y/N wouldn’t swap it for anything else.

#tua #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves imagine #robert sheehan #netflix #number four

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izzy-b-hands · 5 years ago

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20-30!

Thank you so much for asking!!!!

20. Favorite character to write?

Already answered, but I don’t mind re-answering cuz I thought maybe I’d narrow my three way tie, but alas, no lol. Still a tie between Ahkmenrah, Snafu, and Skwisgaar.

21. Least favorite character to write?

Ooh-tbh, Larry from NATM just because I feel like I always make him an asshole? Like, I haven’t published all my fic ideas for NATM because I keep making him really mean? And in some it works but in others I’m like ‘jesus chill Lee he’s just a Dude trying his best’ but also at the same time I feel the way Stiller played him and his character arc means he’s got some major ego to him as the films go on? Idk that isn’t a hot take or anything just me being frustrated with Ben Stiller lol

22. Favorite story you’ve ever written?

Hard choice, because I love all my kids, but I cried after writing this one lol: https://aboutthatmelancholystorm.tumblr.com/post/186781309036/you-know-that-i-love-you

It hit some personal stuff for me, so to be able to have it work organically in a fic so I could also like, mini therapy session myself? Cool af. Also, ppl seemed to like this a lot too, and while that validation isn’t the only reason I write, it’s always cool when my writing makes ppl happy.

23. Least favorite story you’ve ever written?

I don’t really have a least favorite, but I do have some I’m more frustrated with, due to how long they took me to write, etc. Currently? The answer to this is my Mark the Date series because A. it is taking me a day and an age to finish it and B. I feel like it kinda flopped, so it’s hard to pull up any energy to finish it, but like...I may as well now lol. I’ll get it done eventually.

24. Favorite scene you’ve written?

Oh god tbh I have too many I love just cuz like

I can go back to how I felt writing them and yeah

But as of most recent fics, I really this bit:

-Snafu patted the blanket near his head, and waited for Eugene to put out his pipe and lay back beside him before snuggling close to him. “You could be right. Could be God. Could just be love.” “How’s that?” “I think love has its own way. Even before you meet someone, even before you know you’re fallin’ for ‘em. Love’s just…out there, like the air or somethin’. Finds you when the time is right, and finds who you click with. You gotta do the rest, the stayin’ in love part, but that bringing together, that first spark…that’s love just existing, and doin’ what it needs to so the world keeps spinnin’, so people make it through tough shit,” Snafu replied. “I like that,” Eugene said. “Think love did a good job with us. Makin’ sure we found each other.” Snafu pressed a kiss softly to the corner of Eugene’s mouth. “Sure did. Wouldn’t ever want to be with anyone else. I don’t even know what that looks like, and I don’t want to.” “Same here,” Eugene’s mouth was warm as he kissed him back. “Here’s to love for making sure you found me.” -

from this fic: https://aboutthatmelancholystorm.tumblr.com/post/186926226531/absolution-is-the-taste-of-your-lips

Because I’m sappy af more than I let on, and also this was a chance to like, write out my own feelings via Snafu. And that was a pretty cool and fulfilling thing for me, ya know?

25. Favorite line you’ve ever written?

oh god this is another hard one to narrow down but

I always come back to this line and go ‘oh shit did I really write that. Nah, someone better than me at this had to have. They briefly possessed me or something”:

-Music and talking and shouting and footsteps collide kaleidoscopic in his ears, but none bearing the one sound that he’d run to if he heard it.-

from this fic, mentioned twice now in this post lol: https://aboutthatmelancholystorm.tumblr.com/post/186781309036/you-know-that-i-love-you

I really love alliteration, and for me this line just sums up how it feels to walk thru a city when you aren’t just wandering really, but are looking or waiting for someone, and have that awful yet sometimes good feeling of expecting to hear or see them but it feels like you’re waiting or searching forever and in the meantime the city just lives on around you, a stopped platelet stuck in a vein full of vitality. Like, idk if it hit any of my readers that way, but that’s what I was trying to get across lol, so the line always hits me hard in a good way when I scroll thru my writing tag and see it.

26. Story you’re most proud of?

Gosh

I gotta choose just one kid for this aldsfkja I’m bad at choosing I love my gaggle of ragtag goofballs. I have an original piece I’d choose for this, but I’ve never posted it on here, so I’m gonna choose out of my fanfic on here instead.

One I am really proud of is this one: https://aboutthatmelancholystorm.tumblr.com/post/186781309036/you-know-that-i-love-you

and I know it’s the third time it’s been part of an answer on here but

I really love this one idk. Thinking back to how I felt while writing it, how it all flowed in a certain way. The whole experience was just something else, and I’m proud of this one in a certain way I find myself, funnily enough, unable to describe.

27. Best review you ever got?

Okay this sounds cheesy but like

I really do love and appreciate every review or review-like thing I’ve ever gotten so I can’t choose just one for this

Like, y’all gotta understand, I’ve deleted some of it and erased traces of it from my blog, but I’ve written for years on here, I have some stuff on my ao3, and for the longest time I got nothing back, or very nearly nothing. Maybe a few likes, but no comments and not much else. I always just rolled with it and assumed I just wasn’t writing anything good enough to inspire reviews. Idk if that’s true or not, but in any case it means I cherish every comment, like, reblog, and anything review-like in nature because I’m so grateful to have it now, and I know it could well be pure luck that I stumbled up on a really supportive bunch of fandoms with great readers.

In other words, thank y’all for every kind word and like and reblog and also I may be an immortal feeding off of validation of my art, but we’ll see on that last bit, because I haven’t tested it.

28. Worst review you ever got?

One from middle school. I’d just finished my very first novel, gave it to a friend to read, and he said it ‘smacked of being too fanciful and childish, something only kids and women would read’ (it was a YA fantasy novel so I mean... what exactly he expected, idk cuz he knew what it was before I gave it to him, like it’s supposed to have those elements as a lot of these sorts of novels/stories do, and that isn’t a bad thing about them at all, so like...what his damage was idek.)

Also this is the same dude who texts me randomly and is really weird abt his friendship with me and happens to be an English teacher now (RIP to his students.)

Anyway, after he said that I tossed a review right back, because well, middle school and also I was very upset with him because I’d not asked for anything other than a general ‘if you picked this up randomly and started it, would it suck you in enough to keep reading or would you put it down’ like that was literally all I needed him to answer for me. So I told him his latest novel (his second at that point) was essentially just him masturbating to his own opinions (because he’s an arguer, who loves to tell ppl they’re always wrong, and that’s by his own admission) for one hundred pages, and not in a way that anyone else would care to read. He was pissed, but so was I. We didn’t talk for a good week, and we had almost all our classes together lol.

Like, getting nothing back in review sucks too, but this one has stuck with me forever. Best part? I mentioned it to him a few years back, and he only vaguely remembered it, and followed it with “but I’ve said a lot of rough stuff about your work. I mean, it deserved it at the time, but you might be good at this someday!”

I didn’t smack him, but I really, really wanted to.

29. Favorite story/poem of another author

This doesn’t specify on Tumblr or not, so I’ve got two: one from outside tumblr, and one from on here.

A. When I have Fears That I May Cease to Be by John Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more,Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love—then on the shoreOf the wide world I stand alone, and thinkTill love and fame to nothingness do sink.

B. Again, this Tumblr one could be a huge ass list because y’all on here are amazing, but one I’ve been rereading over and over again recently is @xmxisxforxmaybe ‘s Remnants series, which can be found here: https://xmxisxforxmaybe.tumblr.com/post/186702235396/remnants-complete-work

Like, Ahk as a character is captured so well, and I love the way the plot twines and also when the smut comes up? Very good A+ smut, something I value pretty highly on and off Tumblr because man, sometimes smut is just work to write, so I appreciate it when it’s really good. All around, this series has captured my heart and I legit have a link to it saved on multiple devices so if I need something to read, I can just pull it up right away.

30. Hardest part of writing?

Self-doubt. It’s the biggest hurdle for any artist, regardless of the art in question I think, but with writing it seems to double down a lot. Like, you have to really get out of your own head, even as you spend all your time there with your writing ideas. Shit gets weird and twisted, man.

For the longest time, I really let self-doubt defeat me too, and I regret the time I lost to that. I still get hit with it randomly, cause I don’t think it every really goes away for any writer, not even the big names like Stephen King or Neil Gaiman (who I’m half tempted to @ on here purely because I wanna know his feelings on this stuff because I respect and admire him as an artist and his thoughts very much, but also he’s a very busy man so I’m not gonna bug him by doing that lol.)

All there is to do is to work with it, push past it, and most importantly keep writing. I have days where that feels like the hardest thing, but each day I manage to get past it and get the words down? I let myself feel proud of that, and mark it as an achievement in my Big Book of Stuff I’ve Done in This Life.

#text post #ask box things #these answers got long and wordy but I doubt that surprises anyone lol #this helped to answer a bunch of these too #finally got me to a point where I feel ready to try and sleep even if I'm not tired #so thank you to everyone who asked me stuff!!!!#apineappleheart

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flower-of-the-desert · 7 years ago

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2x10 Thoughts

That should have been the title of the episode tbh. It would have been a really solid good ending to this part of the season if they’d paid a bit more attention and didnt take the easy way out of every tricky situation.

Sidenote: dispite the beginning, this is not a total hate post. In fact, I dont think it’s hate at all but more so discussing the writing issues that I think exist in the show. I’ve also included some more of my thoughts and an explanation of why I’m perhaps being a bit harsher on the show and certain characters (yes, I mean Alec) than might be strictly necessary and where exactly my problems with them stem from. So if you wanna read about silly old me and my thoughts, give it a try.

We need the vampires to attack Clary but Magnus is there too? No problem, just have someone hold his hand because apparently he cant do magic without waving his hands around??????

We need a dramatic reveal of Dot in the cage but Luke just said everyone there was either dead or gone? Lol, what werewolf senses???

Maia needs to confront Luke but she doesnt know where he is? Just have her wait in a random sreet in the hopes he might pass by!

Have Simon knock Valentine unconscious but we still need him to go be the Big Bad Guy? No worries, Jace and Simon are just gonna leave him there on the ground because... reasons.

Then we need someone to steal the soul sword? Pff, Clary can just drop it onto the ground and leave it there, no biggie.

And so on. I think the thing that really gets to me is not exactly that there are plot holes, I mean every story has them but it’s just... because I think the writers are in fact capable of creating good solid storytelling. When they decide to do it right, they do and the result is great! I havent shied away from praising the things that I think were done well. So they proved that they CAN do it but apparently sometimes they just... dont want to? Dont care enough? And that pisses me off. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I think the show has amazing potential, the idea at the core of the worldbuilding is hella interesting, the characters could be well-rounded and appealing, the plots could really suck you in with interesting action scenes and emotional confrontations and just... it could be so much MORE than what it is and I WANT it to be that. Instead I get episodes like this one and I want to flip a table or two.

Anyway, moving on to the rest of the ep. I love Maia continuously calling out Luke for his clear favourism of Clary and shadowhunters in general over his own pack. And I hate how Luke is treating her like some naughty child that needs a time out. Honestly, I’m even surprised he didnt just leave her on the street there.

And Aldertree’s sob story... man, you finally got me. Look at the tears streaming down my face. *sarcasm font* His story was tatal bullshit as much as his claim that he had warned Izzy of the risks. Dont make me laugh, pal. When exactly did you warn her? When you were trying to get her to spy on Clary? Or when you came onto her? Yeah, didnt think so. And frankly, this would have been the PERFECT chance for Alec to stand up for downworders and show he’s slowly but surely changing - have him defend Aldertree’s poor dead girlfriend and say something like it wasnt her nature, you dumb asshole, anyone in her situation would have reacted like that, you just killed the woman you claimed to love to save your own ass (which is true).

This is why I’m harsh on him (and shadowhunters in general). Because yeah, maybe it’s a small thing in the grand scheme of things, maybe it seems like I’m nitpicking. And both the narrative and some fans seems intend on ignoring those small things like they never happen (or are totally acceptable). But they matter to me. Because it’s those small things that make up the bigger picture. It’s those small things that pile up and shape a character who doesnt come across to me as what I’ve been told he is. So here I am being harsh on poor Alec because someone needs to. Someone needs to point out his mistakes, big and small, because otherwise it seems like it’s tots ok for him to an ass and casually racist, it’s only an issue when the “bad” shadowhunters do it.

This is especially true within the canon itself because if someone doesnt sit him down and explain to him what he did/said wrong and WHY it’s wrong, how is he supposed to learn to be better? How am I supposed to believe he really doesnt view DWs (Magnus included) as either soulless demons or children in need of his management when we dont get to see him work though these things and come to the conclusions that he needs to come to in order to improve. And the same goes for Jace and Clary and Izzy and all the others. This is what I want for him. I want him to get better. I want to cheer for him and be ridiculously sappy about his love life. But I need to see him changing and getting better, not just have someone tell me he is from one episode to the next. I dont think he’s some evil bastard that needs to die but he’s not as innocent and “woke” as people think either. His casual racist remarks and actions show that clearly enough and I want that addressed beyond a simple I’m sorry (do you even know why you should be sorry or why you acted like that in the first place?) and I forgive you

And since we are on the subject, the I love you scene was actually... quite nice? I mean I thought I’d have a issue with it but it was really good, all things considered. I liked the display of emotions and affection Alec portrayed and the whole omg, I thought you were dead so now I just need to tell you how I feel is a true and tested romance cliche but damn if I dont fucking love it to bits so yeah. I think the thing that bothers me more is the overall context rather than the scene itself. The last time Magnus and Alec saw each other was when Alec confronted Raphael and was rightfully pissed at Magnus for keeping it a secret. And then they dont interact at all after that (and I dont believe it’s mentioned that they’ve seen each other off screen either) till the love confession scene. So it just feels a bit disjoined. Plus I think there really needed to be some kind of closure on that. I mean Alec beat the crap out of Magnus’s son and Magnus didnt tell Alec his sister was off getting high all this time. I’m pretty sure this classifies as something that needs talking about.

I still feel so bad for Jace. I honestly cannot believe the show has managed to take this character I was so annoyed with at best and couldnt stand at worst in s01 and turn him around so much that I can honestly say I like him now. See what I mean about the writers being capable of good storytelling when they want to? I wish they’d do the same with Simon because as much as I’ve come to enjoy Jace, my annoyance with Simon has been raised to the same level. And this whole daywalker thing isnt helping because I still think it’s stupid as hell. What has Simon deserved to be given his special ability anyway? And why should he not have to deal with any consequences of being a vampire? I wouldnt be surprised if next season he finds a way to stop drinking blood too. If you’re gonna have a vampire character, then why remove all his limitations and characteristics of being one???

#my SHS02 posts

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penitentprodigy · 7 years ago

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OOC QUESTIONS ;

RULES: Answer the questions you’ve been given, then write your own and tag 11 people.

1. what is your favorite thing to write when it comes to rping?

i’d say it’s definitely fluff omg i feel like i write that most and it always makes me feel good. in the same vein i like writing silly stuff too! most of the time fluff and silliness go hand in hand in my responses. i’ve found i’ve been doing silly stuff a lot recently and i’m not sure if it’s just bc i don’t have much inspiration for longer responses so i default to short lighthearted stuff?? lmao that’s probably part of it but i also do really enjoy writing fun lighthearted scenarios.

2. what do you struggle with the most when it comes to rping?

ACTION i feel like i’m so terrible at writing action. which sucks bc i’m always wanting to write scary dangerous scenarios but i don’t think i do a good job at describing them. i do try to keep in mind though that it’s so easy to be hyper-critical of your own writing so what i think is poorly written might not come across that way to others.

3. do you remember the first character you ever rped ? if so, who were they?

haruka was my first muse so it’s him! but i guess if you want to be really technical then it was hisoka kurosaki. i “role played” him on gaia for a brief time and i’m using quotations bc i’m so sure he was the most ooc portrayal ever lfhgisj i was really only rping him for fun with my friend and it was solely for the sake of us wanting to indulge in some tsuzuki/hisoka nonsense.

but hey what came out of it was tsuzuki banging hisoka against a kitchen counter so that was fun.

4. if there was one thing you could change about your writing, what would it be and why?

i definitely wish i could be better at describing settings. i just really wish i could create the perfect setting/atmosphere that i envision in my head. but every time i try to do that i feel like i write way too much about the setting that it just doesn’t work well. it either comes across as too “wordy” or it doesn’t make much sense and i feel like i need to focus more on the dialogue instead.

i think in general i want to be able to have a clever, impactful way with words. i want to be able to use phrasing and dialogue that creates a feeling when you read it if that makes sense? i’ve seen some people who write such amazing one-liners that punch you in the face like “WOAH” and i wish i could do that lol

5. what personality type do you favor the most when it comes to characters you rp?

i’m such a sucker for tall rowdy tough girls who steal other girls’ hearts and soft gentle boys who are clumsy ass fools 👀👌 i think i just really love characters who defy gender norms? like i love lady characters who are more masculine and loud and outspoken. i love ladies who don’t take any shit and they aren’t “delicate fragile creatures” and they’re ready to fight everyone lmao i really love a lot of different personality types but in general i’ll either go for the “rough tough character who’s kind of an asshole but also lovable and loyal” or the “sweet kind character who wants to help everyone way too much and is the backbone of the group that keeps everyone else going”

6. what do you do to help yourself get over writers block?

generally listening to music seems to be a good way to get my inspiration back. i sort of just need to turn up the volume and really focus and get back into the mood of writing for a character. i also find that it helps to listen to music while i’m doing other things and play out a scenario in my head to “prepare” for a response. if i’m totally stuck on how to answer an ask then i’ll daydream and imagine a scene playing out in my head and maybe i’ll be like “oh that might be a good line to use!” or “i like that part i’ll write that down on the ask so i can incorporate it as i add the other details leading up to it”

7. who is an author you look up to the most and who inspires you when it comes to your writing? if you do not have a favorite author, is there another roleplayer who inspires you?

i’ve read like a total of 6 books in my lifetime but i feel obligated to say that n.eil g.aiman is my favorite author bc i absolutely love c.oraline and i started reading a bit of his book t.rigger w.arning and i barely got into it but i already fell in love. i don’t know if he’s really “inspiration” for me but i do admire the way he writes and how he’s able to paint such a clear picture of a scene which is exactly what i aspire to do.

honestly both @sorrowscars and @daturida inspire me and i’m so in love with their writing. they don’t use overly flowery language that’s almost impossible to understand and they don’t really focus on “romanticizing” their character themselves so much as focusing more on their character’s feelings which i find all the more impactful. also i just admire the hell out of how they keep their writing styles fairly simple and completely understandable but still so beautiful?? they write so incredibly without needing to use purple prose or any of that nonsense and i’m always blown away by their writing and just!!! maddie and equinox are huge writing inspiration for me and it’s such a joy to read their stuff ;u;

8. do you rp characters who are similar to you in personality or complete opposites?

this is a good question bc i feel like i relate to haruka in a lot of ways but also not at all. i relate to him in the sense of being distant and quiet and pretty detached emotionally. but i don’t relate to him at all in terms of intelligence and thoughts. on my multi-muse @wovencircle i’ve put some of my own personal traits in each of my ocs. sakuya is sort of the confident person i wish i could be, chiaki is the shy person i am, hiroto is the gentle person who wants to make everyone feel included, etc. overall i’d say i’m probably drawn to characters who are opposite to me in personality but they have personalities that i wish i had.

9. what is your biggest pet peeve rp-wise?

i guess the lack of lesbian muses?? i don’t even know if that counts as a pet peeve lmao but i’m always really disheartened by how lesbian muses almost seem non-existent. ofc it makes me so happy that there’s wlw muses in general but there really is a lack of lesbian muses. just muses who love women and only women. as a lesbian it’s always so difficult to find lesbian material esp since tumblr absolutely hates lesbians. don’t get me started on how they treat masculine/butch lesbians in particular like HOOO BOY

i don’t know i’m sure i’m being selfish and whiny but i would just truly, truly love to see more lesbian muses who are only attracted to women and being domestic with women and all that sappy stuff. i guess esp since 90% of the time when i find wlw muses they’re already in a relationship with a male muse or all their ships are only with male muses. i totally get that part of that is likely bc there’s just more male muses that exist in general in the rpc so it’s much easier to ship with them. but still i’m a whiner and i’m always hoping for the day when more lesbian muses suddenly sprout up out of nowhere like daisies in all their gay glory sifhgks

10. what is one of the best experiences you’ve had in the rpc?

my best experiences have always been with my love my light @kessaichi and one of them by far was souta and haruka confessing that they believe they’re soulmates. it wasn’t even in a huge emotional thread or anything and it only happened in an ask but it was still one of the happiest moments for me bc seeing them openly admit that they think they’re soulmates and getting so so happy was just the most heartwarming thing omfg /w\ honestly everything souta and haruka do is one of my best experiences lol but them just loving each other more than anything in the world is always beyond incredible and i love them so much.

11. what advice would you give to mutuals who are afraid or too shy to reach out to you?

please never aver be afraid to reach out!! i completely understand feeling way too shy and nervous to talk to someone since i used to feel that way all the time (sometimes i still get it a little) but you have to remember that no matter how popular someone might seem or how intimidated you might feel, they’re simply another person. they’re just like you and frankly more often than not, they’ll be more than happy to talk with you. we’re all a bunch of losers writing fictional characters online okay we’re just here to have a good time <3

tagged by: @porcelainghosts (HUGS YOU!!! thank you so much ghostie!!)

tagging: @kessaichi | @cutiepire | @sorrowscars | @cursemarked | @ardenssolis | @necrophagic aaaand i think most people have been tagged so if you already were or you don’t want to do this that’s perfectly fine!! and if anybody wants to fill this out go ahead and say i tagged you!

my questions:

1. do you have a preference when it comes to threads? short, long, etc.?

2. do you like using icons? do you find that they help your writing? do you find them unnecessary?

3. is there a certain trait that you would want to take away from your muse(s)? either for the better or the worse?

4. what genre do you enjoy writing the most? what do you enjoy writing the least?

5. are there any plots/scenarios that you’re absolutely dying to write?

6. do you listen to music as inspiration for your muse(s)? any songs in particular?

7. do you like reblogging aesthetic posts/pictures for your muse(s)? do you prefer quotes/poems instead?

8. do you and your muse(s) have any shared interests? likes/dislikes?

9. what is your muse(s) biggest flaw? are they aware of it? do they choose to ignore it?

10. does your muse(s) have a trait that you wish you had? or one that you’re glad you don’t have?

11. positivity time! what is one thing (or multiple!) that you can say you’re proud of about your writing?

#tagged meme #( about the mun )#this took so long but it was so worth it omg it was so fun #you had such great questions ghostie thanks so much again!!

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nothing-but-kpop-dreams · 7 years ago

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A bit about us ^-^

Hello! We are Wishes In Writing! This blog has been around for about 7 months now.We all thought it was time to more or less introduce ourselves to you all that way there is a sense of a person behind the post.

Just because we are posting this, doesn’t mean we aren’t looking for new admins to join. If you would like to apply and try to be apart of this blog with us. Just go to this link and read up on how you can apply. :)

Admin Boat:

Hi! I am Admin Boat. I am the one who created this blog and I kinda worked solo on it until Satellite and Cloud joined me. Writing is a very new hobby to me. I never really wrote much until about two years ago. I decided to make this blog because with the new found love of writing. I wanted to make kpop scenarios and all that without congesting my already spam like main blog.

Now for the hard part… A bit about me: I am very much a plain Jane, vanilla flavored person . I am from Texas… I like to write (obviously) , i like watching tv and listening to music. So you know, i’m just like super basic in that sense. I love dogs. I am a pretty big nerd. A highlight of this was back in high school when a few acquaintances and I had a huge talk about different types of calculators…yeah that actually happened. ( i won’t say how long that conversation was because that will make it more embarrassing).

A more obvious thing about me is that i love kpop. I am a huge multifandom person. I have been into kpop for about 5 or 6 years now. I love groups like super junior, girls generation, f(x), big bang, bts, got7, shinee, block b, monsta x ,astro, exo, nuest, red velvet. …it would probably be easier for me to list the groups i am not a huge fan of. I just love all kpop. I try to support anyone and everyone as much as i can because all idols work so hard to do something they love. The only cool part about me is probably the concerts i have been to. I was so darn lucky to have gone to the GOT7 fan meet in Houston, to see Shinee in Dallas and to G-dragon’s concert in Houston (No i am not from that area of texas btw. I live in deep Texas at least 4 hours away from San Anotino. A more accurate description is that i am like 10-20 minutes from the Mexican border… Yes, i happen to be Latina as well.)

When it comes to my writing style I like to keep things as real as possible. I tend to include alot of foul language or try not to stray away from sensitive/more serious topics ( this being the reason as to why to I gladly took in the alopecia request and the infertility request). My favorite type of genre to writing is angst. Don’t get me wrong though i am a sucker for fluffy stuff, but i do try to hold back on the cringe. Smut is something i can’t write though. I have yet to become comfortable with writing (even reading) smut.

Admin Satellite:

Yo readers, Satellite here! I was the second admin that joined the blog. Me and Boat got to know each other through her previous work and I just kind of wanted to try writing too.

So, now over to me and my narcissistic ass; I’m kind of a weird turd from the northern parts of Sweden. If you hadn’t already noticed I’m quite weird… But hey, normal is boring! Anyways, I am mixed-race (Thai-Swedish) so I can speak both languages and English pretty fluently - I love languages and I’m currently learning more Asian languages since I find them more interesting.

When it comes to hobbies, I have a lot of them. Usually people ask me how many hours I have in a week since I do so much. I don’t think it’s that much… But it does get to me sometimes and causes stress. My main hobbies however include; travelling, dancing, everything music (singing, playing instruments etc.), learning languages, science (I go the science program at school and I’ll graduate this summer thank god), writing, painting, drawing, memes… and the list goes on.

As for writing style I love keeping it real, just like Boat. I also don’t really censor anything so swearwords and triggering content might usually occur (I do put warnings before though so don’t worry). Recently I have been quite busy though so I haven’t had the time to be active. But I’ll try my best as soon as my senior project is over and school starts to calm down.

Admin Cloud:

Hey Guys! I’m Admin Cloud and I am the third admin of this fantabulous blog. I was (still am) a big fan of Admin Boat and Satellite’s writing (I even requested some of their scenarios), so as I was going through their blog, I saw the admin wanted post and thought. Hmmm why not? So here I am!

Anyways, about me. Welllllllllllll…….I’m a military brat, and I’m currently living in Japan, sadly not in Tokyo, but close enough (only an hour train ride). Sadly I don’t speak Japanese nor do I know how to read, I know a few words and phrases but nothing that could hold a conversation. BUT I am Filipino and I could understand and somewhat speak Tagalog.

As far as hobbies go, singing is always the first thing that comes to mind. I love singing and honestly, you’d probably get tired of me singing or humming if you were around me for so long. BUTTT other than singing and obsessing over k-idols, I also enjoy a little photography, doing makeup, reading, writing, playing (and winning prizes) from claw machines, and most importantly…..collecting CD albums. I know collecting albums is “so outdated” but I love it! I have an entire box filled to the top with albums, and not just kpop albums (although the kpop industry takes CD albums to another freaking level) but also western artist’s albums. I hope that my album collections continues to grow so I could potentially have an entire room dedicated to them ^.^

Finally, a little bit about my writing style. I’ve been writing stories since I was in probably 6th or 7th grade. Ever since I stumbled upon Quizazz (now Quotev) and Wattpad, I’ve been inspired to write sappy love stories to make up for my lack of love live…JOKEEEE lol not really. Anywayssss I’m more comfortable with 1st person writing but I’m willing to challenge myself in order to grow as a writer. As for censorship, I do use curse words for dramatic purposes but if I feel that the scene could move on without any foul language, then I try my best to keep it clean. Just like Admin Boat, I also like to write angst, just because I feel like I could make it more realistic than if I were to write some fluffy stuff. But smut I’m a little uncomfortable with writing. I mean sometimes I read some smut but reading it is wayyyyy different than writing it. BUT if someone were to request it, I won’t shy away from the challenge ;)))

Again, we are still up to a new admin joining us. If you are interested, please take a look at this post

#about us

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hunterlockwood-blog1 · 8 years ago

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hey lovelys !! it’s ya girl rachel here sliding in to the game completely unorganized despite the fact i’m an admin? tbh, sounds about right !! anyway, i’m SO glad that you all decided to join our little roleplay and make our efforts worth while. now, before i get TOO sappy i’m going to proceed to introduce my two little shitbags. you know the drill, under the read more is all the infos !!

i’m gonna try to keep this short and sweet, but the likelyhood is i’m going to excessively ramble because i have a tenancy to do that.

TROIAN BELLISARIO? oh wait, that’s HUNTER LOCKWOOD from room #A110, the FEMALE TWENTY-TWO year old FLORIST. haven’t they been a resident for SIX MONTHS now? I’ve heard that they are COMPASSIONATE & INTELLIGENT, although resident whispers say they can also be NAIVE & EASILY MANIPULATED. i swear everytime i hear MEDICINE by DAUGHTER they always seem to come to mind!

TRIGGER WARNING: CAR ACCIDENT

grew up in a VERY sheltered household, her dad is a cop so she basically grew up hearing him complain about all the kids her age and all the petty little crimes or things they did and basically it made her terrified of being that kind of person bc she didn’t wanna make her dad annoyed with her like he was w/these people

she had an older sister who legit was like ?? light of her life tbh she aspired to be her so so sOoo much because she thought the literal world of her

her sister was a writer n started up a website when she was in highschool that was basically like.. different columns with different themes like ‘whats in right now’ or what events were happening in their neighborhood/school or study tips ya get?

so smol hunter was also a writer n a pretty good one like a journalist n whatever

and so one day big sis invited her to collab and basically they ran the site together

tbh i like to think it’s was probs pretty popular bc her sister would of been outgoing asf and probably had a lot of friends

fast forward a couple of years and welp

basically her sister got killed by a drunk driver and lmao bc i hate myself her dad is a cop aka...... he was called to the scene fuck me up why do people let me do this

but the death kind of majorly fucked up her family a lot? like u think her dad was overprotective before?? it got ten million times worse because the last thing he was gonna do was lose another kid

but like, minus all of that like the house just became really quiet and her family weren’t as close anymore

hunter is legit such a compassionate person, so seeing her parents in pain she bottled all her own emotions up and put them on a shelf for another day and rather than mourning she took care of her broken parents

which is honestly the worst thing she could’ve done because she still to this day has never fully mourned the loss of someone that legit meant the world to her and it’s just ?? kinda fucked her up a lot

after it happened she pushed kinda everyone away? like she had a friendship group and a boyfriend and she just kinda shoved them out of her life because she was like nope lol

instead she took it upon herself to try and fill the role of being the ‘star child’ like her older sister was. she has a tenancy to completely overwork herself tbh, or will literally say yes to anything?

wHICH TBH YEAH OKAY she’s a literal doormat and while her family aren’t like super toxic her dad is kinda..... a dick? but in a way you can’t really notice it

but he pretty much uses her as a doormat and she’s completely wrapped around his little finger like he still treats her like a little kid and she’s not allowed to break his rules and she’s just very very terrified of disappointing him so she isn’t really living her life to the fullest because she’s too focused on being this pristine little good girl

she lived at home til recently and tbh her dad highkey hates where she’s living because it’s not the nicest place and he’s always trying to get her to move and offers to pay for it if she does

her mom owns a couple of florists, which is how hunter got the job; she’s been working there for a long ass time and tbh she actually enjoys it? she’s basically head of the store she works in tbh.

oh also she refuses to write anymore bc it reminds her of her sister

also has a long haired german shepard who is love of her life she’d die for that dog

this got so long i’m sorry i’m trying to fit everything in rip

oH I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION LEGIT THE REASON WHY I EVEN PICKED THIS SONG WTF

okay so, hunter is 100% a person who overthinks literally EVERYTHING and after tisby died it kind of became impossible for her to sleep? i mean tbh she’s probs lowkey an insomniac, she would go days without sleeping and just be a general zombie

but her doctor gave her like.. sedatives? basically a medication that would help her sleep but sleeping is so much easier than being awake when you’re legit despressed asf despite the fact you don’t show it so she kinda... got... addicted???

lowkey still takes them sometimes because she’s a rly bad sleeper tbh she thinks to much idk

also hates cars now and tries to avoid them like the fucking plague

VICTORIA JUSTICE ? oh wait, that’s CARTER HASTINGS from room #A210, the TWENTY-THREE year old BAKER. haven’t they been a resident for THREE MONTHS now? I’ve heard that they are AUDACIOUS & ALLURING, although resident whispers say they can also be OBDURATE & FIERY. i swear everytime i hear WREAK HAVOC by SKYLAR GREY they always seem to come to mind!

ima try make this one considerably shorter okay

sHE IS A PIECE OF SHIT

ya’ll don’t udnerstand i almost just left it as that tbh

okay so basically homelife growing up was lit she had a mommy n daddy who loved her v much and loved eachother until one day they didnt

which by that i mean mommy dearest found daddy-o fucking her bestie in their bed and it messed her up as fuCK

things just went super downhill from there basically carter just kinda raised herself bc her mom was kinda just ?? gone in the head a lil ?? like she doped herself up so much she just wasn’t entirely herself at all anymore

carter just got into bad crowds because she was viewed as that kind of person tbh dirtbag aesthetic asf

she’s on parole rn and has an ankle monitor on for the next like six months bc she’s a bad human and got caught up in this drug scheme that was going on and they all got caught for it

literally tried to flirt her way out of the situation tbh like she does with everything

if she can bat her eyelashes and dirty talk her way outta something she’s sure as fuck gonna try

probs doesn’t give a shit about ur opinion of her

has a shitty temper and will literally fight anyone at any time about anything

idk man she’s just super problematic and i hate her fucking guts

oH BUT OKAY SHE BAKES ???

i mean both herself and actual baked goods

it just kinda happened on accident like she got hired in this place after she got put on parole bc it was part of the deal she got a good job n wahtever but it turns out?? she lowkey had an undiscovered talent

is the type to bake at 4am and will probs knock on ur door asking for flour or to use your oven or something

makes lit pot brownies js js

ya’ll this is a tOTAL trainwreck, but i’m too excited to just post it and get to plot with you all !! so on that note, please please lets plot? i plan on shooting everyone a message about plotting but if you wanna beat me to it be my guest tbh.

#THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG #I'M SO EXTRA WTF #but love?? ME ?/ anywyay??#( *･˙˖ — ooc ! )#hazelwood:intro

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thelifetimechannel · 8 years ago

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#tlc upd8 #tlc a6a6a6

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pokeallthelawyers · 8 years ago

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Outlines for the olwy spinoffs

Lydia and Sarah present: What Could Have Been

[or: our more or less verbatim notes on the stories for olwyverse we were planning, listed more or less in the order we were going to write them]

Our doubts are traitors - Peter’s tumblr

Chapter 5: 9 - 14

Balth and peter ignoring ea/o, repairing relationship, all those cute moments where peter is freaking out internally but just Really Really cares about balth

Co Drunk AMA with Jaquie

Missing moment = Jaquie and Peter getting drunk together

Post movie night -- talk about how ridiculous flatmates are--Talk about magic?

“Denying something isn’t going to magically make the problem go away” - “stfu i don’t want to talk about this” - change of subject but elephant in room, setting up for faustus character development

Chapter 6: Faustus

Talking about play, hyping up play

Missing moment = after party with Jaquie and Costa

Chapter 7: Faustus - 15 (clusterfuck around magic thing)

Missing moment = conversation with Rosa

Trying to get him to understand balth’s situation

Coming to terms with the whole magic thing

Chapter 8: 15 - end of the fic

Peter missing balth

Missing moment = when Balthazar gets back from Auckland, conversation, fluff

Can’t be sure it’s going to work out but it’s worth trying anyway

Talking about rosa leaving: “i’m sorry you had to leave her but i’m glad you could stay”, dealing with the grief of losing his entire people

Talk about the whole elf thing, peter’s opinions about magic (has a lot of work to do, needs to come to terms with accidentally hurting balth/dealing with that)

Relationship, if they want to try a long term relationship, not sure if it’s the best/smartest thing but they want to try anyway (addressing insecurities?)

Not with the eyes but with the mind - Chelsaige

Both povs

When they met + the beginnings of their relationship

Lock eyes across the crowd at one of the gatherings

C: “can i buy you a drink?” P: “i don’t drink” C: “great, me neither!”

Chelsey shows paige her tree, first time paige shows chelsey her music

Melancholy convo about lifespans, “i want a future with you, no matter how long that’s going to be”

Talking about having their own place and starting a garden together one day

Flower imagery

Sweet are the uses of adversity - Manderking

Text fic! + six irl scenes where they meet (Jaquie POV)

Jaquie slips number into freddie’s purse at faustus, freddie almost doesn’t text her but then decides to on a whim (like how often is she spontaneous and just does things because they fall into her lap?? Like why the fuck not, let’s do something for HER for a change)

Neither of them really expect it to go anywhere except when it does start jaquie is charmed by how easily flustered Freddie gets [honestly how can she not, it’s kind of adorable] and Freddie thinks jaquie is… one of the funniest people she’s ever talked to?

Plus their differing views on magic result in some interesting debates. Mostly it ends up in jaquie gently pushing her toward her side though because jaquie is very persuasive when she wants to be

Both of them find this new acquaintanceship… refreshing

They start texting hardcore, as in, like, every single day

Jaquie flirts bc jaquie has no chill; Freddie tries to be chill that cute girl is flirting with her but very clearly isn’t

1st IRL scene - Jaquie hangs with peter at the flat, freddie runs into them by accident

Freddie lowkey pretends she hasn’t been texting her nonstop for a week but jaquie ruins that by making eyes at her

Afterward Peter is like “doth mine eyes deceive me?? Does Jaquie have a crush on one of my flatmates????”

“Oh my fucking god shut up”

Pete is just delighted that he finally has ammunition against Jaquie for teasing him about Balth

2nd IRL scene - study date

Set up - j texting about being bored, f is studying, jaquie’s like “ooh that’s better than nothing i can totally help you study” and fred’s like “I really doubt you’d be of much help” but she also tells her she’s at the library so jaquie just takes it as confirmation that she can come

Freddie’s freaking out over an exam or essay or something and jaquie actually does help her calm down

Maybe there’s some very platonic and soothing hand holding i dunno. At some point jaquie says, quietly, “you’ve got this,” and Freddie nods and steels herself and crushes this thing she has to work on

Jaquie is absolutely not a proud girlfriend. She is a proud platonic friend at best

3rd IRL scene - Jaquie complains about work, freddie decides to surprise visit her at the bar to cheer her up

“How do you know where I work???” “Um you work with Peter right? I just asked him”

Jaquie is, like, knocked on her ass

Cute girl asked about her workplace and came all this way just to cheer her up? Fuuuuuuuck

The moment where Jaquie is like “holy shit i like her”

4th IRL scene - watching/shit-talking shitty movies together

Basically their first hang out that is planned and not spontaneous

Their one scene in the show is watching a movie; freddie’s thing is shitty movies; jaquie’s thing is shit-talking; could we make it more obvious

It’s in Freddie’s room and it’s TOTALLY NOT A DATE

But it’s dark and jaquie is sitting really close to Freddie and at some point she puts her arm around Freddie and Freddie doesn’t push it off and then they’re kind of cuddling and jaquie is slowly dying a little

Probably at some point the movie ends and they lock eyes and just kind of stare at each other for a while in the dark silence and they can kind of tell that there’s something there but neither of them are brave enough to make that next step so jaquie’s like “... i should go home” and Freddie just says “okay” and… that’s that

Freddie fucks up [chapter 15], doesn’t text jaquie for like a day after which really worries Jaquie because they’ve been texting constantly every day for the last like month

Finally Freddie texts her like “I fucked up”

5th IRL scene - jaquie comes over and comforts her

Afterward, texting w increasing romantic tension that both of them can feel but neither of them really call out [especially since neither of them are really talking about the Clusterfuck] so they’re both just like Hardcore Suffering

Finally freddie is about leave for her parents house, doesn’t know if she’ll return to Wellington, texts jaquie her good byes but jaquie doesn’t reply bc she is hauling ass to freddie’s house

Fred is all busy being sad that jaquie won’t answer and then she opens the door and is totally rendered speechless because cute girl on doorstep?

Breathlessly, jaquie says “i think we should date!”

Freddie: “?!?!?!?!?!?!” Still incapable of human speech

Jaquie says in a rush something to the effect of “listen like i know i’m sort of an asshole sometimes and i know you get easily freaked out but you’re really sweet and funny and beautiful and we work really well together and i wasn’t going to say anything because i want to respect your boundaries but you’re going and i don’t know when the next time i’ll get to see you is and i don’t want you to leave without knowing that I - “

Freddie still can’t speak lol she just repeats kind of dumbly “knowing that you what?” Her heart is beating so fucking fast

Jaquie’s like “can i - can i kiss you?”

Commence literally the gayest kiss the world has ever seen

And jaquie whispers, “Will you be my girlfriend?” And Freddie just smiles and says, “I thought you’d never ask” or something equally sappy and terrible and it’s super gay and then they ride off into a gay sunset

What fools these mortals be - Kit (aka the loss highlights reel)

Significant years in his life

Bad experience with a family--warded against fae w/o knowing he was one

Confirmation of being aroace

Exploration of beginnings and being banished from the fae

Background to kit’s motivation in ch15

“Oh brother” background

Background to convo with balth in ch14

“In my vast experience,” Kit adds, “it doesn’t always matter when you leave. Sometimes, it feels like seeing them die kills you, too. Sometimes every last moment you have with them is worth all the ones you don’t. Sometimes it takes a year to smile again. Sometimes it takes three hundred. But if you leave now, or if you stay watch them fade over the course of the century, it doesn’t matter. It hurts, you cry, you mend, you smile. That’s just the way it is, man.”

All of our secrets are out now oops. If there’s anything about this verse that you’re curious about, feel free to send us an ask. -L+S

#lolilo #nmtd #pedrazar #the magical au of angst

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1000-rat-corpses · 4 years ago

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here's a little behind the scenes on my toreba addiction in the form of a little baring the ugly, and a little bit of '2020 the year of the pandemic in review' loool

i post my wins on toreba in those big ol walls of shit, right

WELLLL, it aint all sunshine and rainbows...

first the depressing part.

you should SEE the level of fails i go through to get to the point where i can post those compilations. just now i spent what would have been like... 42 dollars of points (23 plays) and didn't win the fucking thing, bailed bc i wasnt sure what to do and had like idk 2 plays left of points, then someone fixed the prize's position in one shot, passed it to another person, and that person won it in 2 plays. i was right behind the winner bc i had requeued hoping my two plays could do it.

the kicker is that if i hadn't fucked it up in the beginning part by bringing it just like idk a half inch too far right, it could have been won in 5-6 plays.

5-6 versus 23, and no win. lol that shit does get to you, bc tho it's not real money im spending it's a lot of time and effort goes into earning free points so the sting is sharp and biting, and it sits on you for the rest of the day, and sometimes days after bc you no longer have that stash of points you were working for and stockpiling for so long.

i earned a lot of points for my brother's account by doing some shitty mobile game offer. i won about 3 things with something like 240 dollars of points bc i was impatient, and he wanted this goku figure. i really wanted to win it for him bc like, thats a nice thing to do right? im winning all these other things for myself so surely i can get him the one thing he really wants (ftr i have won him like at least 6 things he likes/wanted so there is that) butttttt i stupidly got all sunk cost fallacy on that machine. i won the goku with my VERY last available play. in total costing me something like 100+ dollars of points. i whaled on a miku figure i already won 3 of bc i got baited on a machine that looked 'good', and spent 90 in points on her. i whaled on a similar machine for a shitty ugly looking edward elric figure: 74 dollars worth. 72 on some stupid pocaccho plush. and these are just a few.

my worst offense was a 3am depression whale. 125k tp (125 dollars worth) gone down the drain for this lil dude. and i did not win him. ever.

because i love persona 3. and i had won THREE of the persona 4 version of this, but minato who i like way more eluded me....and the night before i passed off a one shot win to another person thinking it wasn't good. LOL. the machine i played on was total ass, and my skill wasn't up to par i guess bc it got close so many times only to be reset. i kept whaling until i reset it for the millionth time and decided to let go bc there was no progress. my friends in discord were like bro you gotta let go but even tho you've got people telling you to stop sometimes it's really really hard. the hatred i had for myself for that stupid ass whale session for probably like a week was *chef's kiss* IMMACULATE. for the record, i could have just bought him for like, 23 dollars including shipping from a website doing preorders. OR i could have just sold one of my p4 spares to make money to buy him. but no it was like, you gotta win it. i would have been 100% satisfied if i had just won him after 125k tp spent. at least i told myself that. honestly i think i would have.

now here's the sappy part.

probably what is surprising to most people is that the social aspect of this game is phenomenally rewarding. i've made sooo many new friends during quarantine. we've had so much fun across all types of media even outside of getting in voice to help each other win prizes or just give someone company while they whale a bunch of free points (these are fun nights!!). we also host movie streams together, play games together, fuck around with the mudae bot with waifu gacha and waifu wars, bitch about low ball offers on mercari lol, and try to console and help each other out in our channel called 'gamblers hotline' lol. we've seen the rise and fall of the main, singular toreba discord at the time and witnessed it get nuked for no reason bc the owner hd a meltdown lol, then watched our tiny group refrom TWICE until we got it right, then watched on the side eatin popcorn while two new 'main' discords began to fight for dominance.

we change our nicknames in discord on the fly bc it's fucking funny, and to hold ourselves accountable. I was [Punished Lycoris] after that 125k p3 whale and fail, and for a while stuff like [Lyco - FREE PLAY ONLY DAY 3] to show we're keeping our responsible streak up XD

this all sounds pretty insane i guess bc 'gambling addict found family' doesn't really sound too...normal LOL. but i can't imagine what my 2020 would have been without them. it's kinda sappy i guess. it's nice to make friends you can talk to until 3am night after night with actual voices when the pandemic had you feeling some type of way.

the days of tons of points we had back in the fall-winter of 2020 is pretty much over though - the nature of our free point offers has kinda changed so we dont hold those fun night time streams of others playing, but we're hanging in there i guess.

sooo yeeah. i could write so much more, but ill stop there lol

this is what us fucked up addicts go through lmfao

#toreba

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