#sry I’m so lame

[solargeist]

If Xelquas in grians house, does that mean the other watchers know where he is?

Well. Uh. 🤔 thinking abt this more than I should, for a silly drawing hahaha

See within the EvoAU timeline I like to think the Watchers find Grian in s8, bc the void messes with him and he starts breaking shit, I think this is how Xelqua finds him too, like ‘oh you’re a grian in extreme distress I help those !!!!!!!’ something abt possession, just Grian things, get possessed. Cracks the world’s code just enough for Watchers to notice, like what the Hell did you players DO (moon big)

But I haven’t fully thought that idea through or around so I haven’t posted abt it much.

So (Grian’s) Watchers are aware of him and Xelqua, but they’re not in the future HC servers. It’s on their radar tho, but Watchers don’t monitor it like they did Evo.

(Extra context->)

Xelqua’s considered almost a mythological figure to Watchers in every other timeline except his own. Probably Really Weird seeing him.

I think Xelqua buckles when he sees Grian’s Watchers that resemble His own that he no longer has connection to, mix of anger and sadness and misery and childhood aching. There’s still a fight, but y’know.

After Grian and Xelqua are separated, i think Grian manages to make amends with Aether. Even tho Other Watchers rly wanna kill him, they’re not gonna if She says not to. (Flora definitely holds a grunge, plenty others do, Grians definitely never going to be accepted back into Watcher society and is exiled, but as long as he’s alive and safe that’s Fine.) (Aether and Grian do have a long conversation, that’s still her son despite everything)

Xelqua goes in and out as he pleases tho so he’s not always in HC and Watchers can’t keep up with him if he jumps other timelines.

(The kid Xelqua stuff isn’t technically connected to this..)

[okaratauri]

Re: the WIP ask game

Stranded and Scales!

Oh dear XD okay sry I’ve been a bit busy today it’s mah bday

okay so please please don’t judge me, but Stranded is based on a dream I had a long time ago.

so stranded is set sometime after Valkyrie and before Failure mode, except things have calmed down enough for the governments on earth to form a sort of internship program for college students to shadow the crew on Valkyrie. Don’t ask questions if somethings doesn’t add up, it’s a dream. So in the dream, I was a part of the internship program and was shadowing one of the engineers.

We were on a sort of routine check in with a Kristang relay station a couple light years away from a planet habited by a Kristang training facility for young warriors. Skippy had a mircorwormhole set up to monitor that planet. I had befriended Skippy and quickly became his favorite intern, bc well I mean I sung with him voluntarily. I was walking to his man cave to show him a new painting I had made, when something attacked the ship. We were just floating about in space while Skippy ransacked the relay station. The ship was sliced apart, like they were trying to cut Skippy out of the ship. Skippy, panicking and trying to save who he could on this side of Valkyrie, focused on the microwormhole and dumped a shit ton of his own power into it, managing to expand it into an unstable wormhole that connected to the atmosphere of the planet, a couple people were sheared to bits by the micro wormhole, but the parts of the ship that was cut off nearest to Skippy passed through and was dumped into the sky of the planet. The rest of the ship was being bombarded by whoever attacked and Valkyrie managed a chaotic jump away while the couple of us on the little piece with Skippy plummeted down. Skippy cut that microwormhole off and opened a new one to dump us lower near the ground into a tumble. Effectively stranding us on the planet. It was me, one other person and Skippy, but the other person got shot later on, so it was just me and Skippy on the planet being hunted by fanatic, young, moronic lizards. Don’t judge me. It was a dream. I thought it was cool 😭

Okay Scales dang it’s been a long while. It’s a bit incoherent but the basic gist is the main character is some sort of hybrid of an Angel (a Kellkie) and a human. And each human has a guardian angel and a demon that watches and influences their circumstances, but the main character (Opal’s) Kellkie died when she was young, leaving the demon (a Kellus named Amon) to become her “guardian angel” of sorts. It’s a bit lame but I thought it was cool a couple years ago XD I’m sure it’s been done before so I didn’t really flesh it out too much.

anywho, there u go :3

[galos-writing]

REQUEST - Crazy Abbé x Director!Reader (pt. 2)

Summary: You're the new Director in the renowed asylum of Charenton, and one particular patient fills your thoughts. You never expected your life to take such a twist...

Word count: 1431 

TWs: Mention of death, gory description, mention of mental illness (sry im bad at adding tws)

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Your role as Director in the asylum of Charenton had caught you pretty quickly, you had to admit: the chambermaids were exquisite, most of the patients were so well-behaved and friendly – even those who couldn’t properly speak – and the nuns were so helpful and caring towards you and the patients.

Yes, Doctor Royer-Collard was a real pain...most of the time, and your reputation was stained forever now that you worked there. You stopped receiving letters from your former friends and your family was deadly worried for you and your social life…

However, you surprisingly didn’t care much about all of this. You had a new life to think about; a new, true friend awaiting you every day. And your heart hadn’t been happier than now.

You were tired of those lame and sickeningly lavish gatherings with your former girlfriends, all of them – including you – from high nobleness, doing nothing but giggling and gossiping about everyone and everything; and you were tired of workplaces where men kept treating you so poorly, with no dignity, almost as if you had no intelligence in your brain.

Finally, you had someone who treated you like a decent person to have intense and lively discussions with, about everything your nous was willing to deepen: François de Coulmier, the former Director of Charenton.

When you first met him, you had almost forgotten who he used to be, his reputation of a dreamer young man, but whose mind was filled with knowledge and his heart swelling with kindness and compassion for every child of God. And you were surprised by discovering his qualities were still buried, engraved in his spirit, despite being severely damaged by the anguish events. But his manners had captured your attention, and being in his company filled your soul with such a pleasant warmth, especially your cheeks and belly.

“Monsieur Coulmier?”, you kindly called the former priest, your voice showing a hint of impatience as you held a warm bread roll in your hands. You saw him peeking through the peephole, severely malnourished; those full, sweet and round cheeks were now pretty thin, his cheekbones were becoming more visible, and purple eye bags were starting to form under his beautiful eyes. That sight broke your heart, but in that moment you couldn’t help but swallow that sour bite down and endure that psychological torture.

His gloomy face lightened up when he saw you and a weak smile formed on his thin and scarred lips, which soothed your aching soul within the second. You warmly smiled back at him and waved.

“Hello...was I interrupting something? You weren’t sleeping, were you?”, you asked, afraid you could have bothered him somehow; your hands showed him the bread roll, which immediately caught François’s interest.

“Oh… no… not at all, you’re always so welcome in my humble… empty cell… I am just concerned I am not able to give you… the welcome an angel like you deserves…”, he let out a tired breath, really struggling to keep his strengths. Your kind smile turned into a face of compassion, and then you quickly pulled the key out of your pocket to open his cell door.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll find yourself out of here, sooner or later. And I’m sure you will succeed in building yourself a new fresh life. You’ll see, you will have a big and luminous house with a scented garden full of plants and flowers, and…”, you started saying happily as you got inside, but your words got interrupted by an exhausted wheeze and a creepy laugh from him.

“Ah~, you read too many books! You… you truly have a fervid imagination, my darling…!”, he exclaimed with a giggly voice. His mocking slightly offended you, making you frown and look away.

“I don’t find it funny.”, you grumpily muttered. However, an odd detail caught your attention blurring his protests and apologies: one of the walls that surrounded François’s cell presented a vast and dark stain; was it mold? You didn’t doubt that the Doctor’s management skills didn’t include building renovations when needed; you were sure the Abbé would have, though.

This thought, added to a sudden putrid smell that reached your nostrils, made you realize it wasn’t just plain mold…

“Y/N.”.

 You heard your name being called by the former priest, not in a happy tone, nor the usual trembling, unsure and unstable tone he always had with the Doctor. His tone was dark, low, and threatening, it sent shivers down your spine; yet, you weren’t sure if they were shivers of fear or excitement, you only knew that tone wasn’t normal. So you turned around to look at him, flinching at what you saw.

“What are you doing, Y/N?”, François asked again with a creepily calm tone now, deeply looking into your eyes, his own wide eyes and his trembling pupils were giving you chills down your spine. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your skin, his presence was menacing you, making you instinctively step back, your back soon bumped against a wall.

You took a deep breath, trying to collect some guts to face him, despite he was scaring the living hell out of you. Your hands were shaking and sweating, yet they managed to reach his shoulders to push him back. 

“François… you can tell me if something’s wrong…”, you told him with a tender gaze, trying to bring him back to that little spark of sanity left in his mind, and your hands moved from his shoulders to his cheeks, suddenly removing the barrier you created to keep him away, instead gently leading him closer. Your faces got closer and closer, and your fear faded, replaced by butterflies in your stomach. 

“I…”, he started speaking with a thin voice, his eyes filled with tears as he pulled away from you,  making your heart sink. “I did something terrible… I deserve to stay here.”, he murmured, staring at the floor while his face flushed a deep red, red in shame. You tilted your head, deeply puzzled, what was he talking about?

You noticed his gaze moved to the molded wall, and approached it. Your eyes widened when the patient’s fingers sunk into the wall as if it was made of some soft, gooey substance. François was peering straight into your eyes as he started pulling off fistfuls of that dark and smelly mystery material from the rest of the wall, soon revealing a potato sack falling out of it. 

“No, you didn’t…”, you let out without even noticing, your mind was struggling, not wanting to believe in the most obvious of scenarios. You didn’t even let him answer you and threw yourself over the sack to open it, fighting against the urge to throw up due to the unbearable smell. 

A grey and purplish man had been trapped in there, dark brown stains were all over his face, clotted blood… He was dressed in a black cassock, with a black cape that was covering his – once – golden hair. You immediately knew who that man was, and you immediately realized who had murdered him. 

You raised your gaze on François, who started sobbing in the meanwhile, his crying was loud and messy like a kid’s one. 

“You’ll go call Royer-Collard now…right…? I deserve a lobotomy…!”, he whimpered, his chipped nails leaving bloody scratches on his arms due to the strong stress. He startled you when he started shouting: “I’m a failure! I was meant to guide my patients, my asylum to light! Look at us all! That man didn’t deserve to live in this pit with us all! He wasn’t fit to handle Hell!”. 

His crying and shouting caused a drop in his blood pressure, making him collapse on the floor within seconds; he curled himself into a ball and started whispering, reciting verses from the Holy Bible. That scene made your heart ache even more, that poor man deserved better. 

You approached the corpse and closed it back into the sack, paying attention to not leaving maggots around, they could have raised suspects. 

“Ask Madame LeClerc to prepare you a little bag with your belongings inside, I’ll come and make you get out. We’re leaving at midnight, going to live in a big and luminous house with a scented garden full of plants and flowers.”, you smiled at him before leaving the cell to get rid of the corpse. The former priest was flabbergasted by your words, his face turning red, and his heart swelled with hopes for a brighter future.

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[toloveamonster]

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

[stinkrascal]

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[doctorofmagic]

1/2 - sry: I wonder your take on this. As you've shown you're upset at the idea of Stephen being a "cheater" in regards to his relationship with Clea. but since a fair amount of stories have had Stephen in a relationship of some sort or another with another woman other that Clea since their long distance relationship was established (obviously mostly because comic book writers basically forgot about Clea's existence) but those stories exist. and its more than just the Fearless Defenders story.

Well, my apologies if this entails an essay but... It's really complicated as you pointed out. Unlike other couples, they never had closure (there's a vague dialogue in Sorcerer Supreme and then a pathetic showdown in Defenders/The Order).

My personal interpretation is that, at some point, Stephen and Clea took a break and decided to walk their own paths respectively.

The thing is, if their relationship was open, Stephen wouldn't suffer that much thinking about what he had lost in Clea like he does in canon. So the flings make sense in this context, as well as his struggle to create a new relationship with Linda.

Which means that I'm pretty much okay with Stephen dating other people while Clea was gone because, to me, they were not together at that given point in time. What Cullen Bunn did was worse because it ratifies that they didn't break up. Therefore, Stephen had no right to throw orgies while still being with her. And that is a terrible portrayal of him and their relationship.

I wouldn't mind the idea of an open relationship, but I don't think it's the case precisely because of how much Stephen yearns for Clea during the time they spent apart. And I strongly believe they brought third parties to bed (and I'm also poly so this is not an issue here), but the way it was made is very conflicting.

So this is how I try to conciliate this matter in my head. They broke up (but still remained connected by the rings - v4 Annual is a good way to help me with that theory), and that granted them the chance to meet new people (I'm a sucker for Cleaphen but I don't think it's fair for Clea to have only one romantic experience in her entire Faltine life). Besides, in my headcanons, there's plenty of room for them to rekindle and yet be open to new experiences with other people (and this is when I agree with open relationships/polycules).

In short? I don’t mind if Stephen had flings or even tried to get into solid relationships with other people because, to me, he and Clea were not together. Personally, having flings is not an issue (my culture adds some weight to it because it’s really common around here, which means I’m not judging his actions based on morality or anything like that). Of course, the orgy is something that goes too far in my pov, but it has happened in Into Shamballa as well. But the point is, Stephen would be free to be with whoever he wanted to, even though his heart belongs to Clea.

Of course, this is all my interpretation to this matter. There's no correct answer, mostly because they’re all fix-it headcanons. Overall, I'm just glad that Jed decided to ignore FD entirely. Because yeah, that was really lame.

In any case, I’m a multi-shipper, so canon doesn’t affect that much when it comes to ships, except when they go for a really bad portrayal in a way that paints the character in all the wrong colors, which was what happened in FD. Aaaand that’s it!

[the-al-chemist]

hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a question for you: while writing about artemis, and her decisions and pov, has it changed the way you think about certain things, or do you think about anything now that you hadn’t noticed before writing? sry, rereading that it’s a bit of a strange question, counting on our esp to get the point i meant across to u rn.

also, fav song from red (taylor’s version)?

:) thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!

HEEEEEYYYYYYY!!!!! 🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛 count on you to ask the questions that make me need to think (not a complaint, I love you, never change)

Artemis started out like all our MCs, very similar to ourselves. The problem with this is, of course, that I personally would never do half the crap MC does, so Artemis had to change to actually get the story to work. Once I gave her an inch, though, she started taking miles and miles. It’s a good thing, tbh.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say here is that Artemis has developed over the course of writing her, and I suppose that I possibly have as well. I’m naturally a very cautious and self-conscious person, which Artemis generally isn’t (I mean, she is at the moment, but she’s fifteen, and we are all self-conscious at fifteen). I try to get a little more out of my comfort zone from time to time because I don’t want her to think I’m lame. I am lame, but she doesn’t need to know that.

For example, two weeks ago it was my friend’s birthday. She wanted to have a little soirée in the evening, and texted me to tell me to meet her at the beach wearing lots of warm clothes with a bikini and a bobble hat. When I arrived at the beach, she informed me that what she wanted to do for her birthday was a night time swim. In the sea. In England. In November. I, like any sane person, refused on the basis that this sounded like the worst possible thing I could ever do.

Artemis disagreed. So, in order to not let her down, I gave it a try. It was awful and I hated it. But I did it. I tried it, and the next time anyone asks me if I’d like to go for a nighttime swim in the winter, I can say “no thanks, I have tried that before, and it wasn’t my cup of tea”. The moral of the story here is Be More Artemis. But don’t be TOO Artemis, because she’s almost died more times than I’d like to count, and she’s also kind of a dick.

The reason I’m using this story as an example is because it gave me a short story idea, which in the space of a fortnight has spiralled into an idea for a series of short stories. Since writing, sometimes I see little things that make me go “huh”, and that makes a little lightbulb go off in my head. This always has been the case, it just happens more frequently now, and when I get the idea, it turns more logically into a story or scene rather than a just “this would be a cool setting for something but I don’t actually know what”.

Right, this is getting too long already, so onto Red (Taylor’s Version). Red is my favourite Taylor album, because I’m a nostalgic bean, and this was the first album of hers that really made me like her. Up until then, I was pretty lukewarm to Taylor, but since the song 22 came out, Everything Has Changed. I listened to the album countless numbers of times during the summer of my first year at uni, and it brings back a lot of memories that will Stay, Stay, Stay with me forever.

Another example: I was young and careless, but my housemate was sad and lonely. Her boyfriend of two years had broken up with her a few weeks before, and she had just heard that day that he had started seeing someone else already. She had a cry, and then decided that she wasn’t sad anymore; she was angry. So, we took a bottle of wine and a set of speakers, and in a moment of true female solidarity broke out onto the fire escape, and sang along to We Are Never Getting Back Together at the top of our voices, drinking wine and dancing in the light of the sunset on the roof of a student accommodation block in North London.

In terms of songs from the album, I’ve not been able to pick a favourite of those four. It’s a cop out, I know that All Too Well. An honourable mention goes to this one because I never really liked it before, but Taylor’s Version has made me seem the light. Lyrically, it’s spectacular, and the video just drove home the story of the song like nothing else. Unsuspected favourite from the re-recording.

[1oserjk]

— full stop | 04 

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a series.

a messy divorce, unrequited feelings, and a five year old.

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+ this isn’t a big update, it wasn’t even supposed to be a main part since i wrote this today n it’s literally 2k n i was going to put this in memories n moments but since this an event that had just happened a day later .. sry i’m putting it with the chronological list bc smthg happens at the end.

this is also the jk i talk about bc i cant get him out of my head, frankly

03 ⇋ 05

x full stop masterlist | x masterlist

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full stop | 04: over the fence

Shutting the car door after helping Yeona out, you skeptically glance at her before asking, “Do you need any help?”

Her head stubbornly shakes in between the colored plastic wrap of the flowers and the wide poster she holds close to her chest and a determined pout set on her lips. “No Mommy! I’m okay,” she says, even when she stumbles slightly on the sidewalk’s pavement. 

Your fingers ghost against her back just in case, observing her nervously before you both reach the entrance of the studio. “Alright. Just be careful, okay?”

The plastic and paper rustle and it simply tells you she’s nodding back. 

You reach for the door and nudge her in the right direction, finally setting your eyes forward and at the front desk where Seol is sat at. “Hi, miss!” Yeona greets, voice muffled and fully unaware of who exactly the person was behind the desk. She’s seen her a few times when you both visited through the years, but not enough to be introduced as Jungkook’s new girlfriend — which has only happened recently. 

And as if that was even a thing to her yet. 

Seol’s eyes widen before timidly waving at your daughter.

You offer a curt smile and a short greeting before asking, “Is Jungkook busy?” 

She doesn’t seem as surprised by your sudden visit, clearly aware of the date on the calendar set out and taped down in front of her as she offers a polite smile back. “I can check for you.”

Her pointer lands on a specific paper, dragging down towards the time slots until it reaches a point. She looks back up. “He’s free for the next thirty minutes before his lunch break.”

Gently patting your hands on Yeona’s shoulder, you begin walking forward, pushing at the small gate that separates the employees from the clients and out of Yeona’s way when she walks through it. 

“Thank you, miss!” She throws out, rushing towards his office without even waiting for a reply back. 

“Careful, baby,” you remind, wincing at some of the reflective glitter that falls onto the black flooring. 

She simply ignores it, greedy hands reaching for the doorknob, unfortunately too short and weak to properly turn it. With her struggling like this, you’re a hundred percent sure Jungkook can hear the wiggling and disruptive noises from the opposite side of the door. 

It only reminds you to work on her patience some more when you get back home. 

Finally reaching her, you’re the one to open the door and allow her to rush in with the abundance of gifts she’s been too excited to get the past few weeks. 

“Daddy!” Yeona squeals, finding him already standing up, most likely preparing to confront the ruckus that was happening behind the door a few moments ago. 

With wide eyes behind the lenses he wears today, he immediately crouches down and accepts the ecstatic little girl that sprints towards him. 

You stay close by the door after gently closing it. 

“Yeonie,” he chuckles after the embrace, fingers supporting the back of her head as he envelopes her further into his chest. 

Yeona gasps, wiggling away all of a sudden. “Your gifts — You’re crushing them!” 

“Ah,” he sheepishly replies then apologises soon after. “You got me something?”

Yeona eagerly nods. “It’s Daddy’s Day, remember?” 

He holds a blank expression and you’re already assuming he has forgotten all about today and that it was just another work day with his schedule full as it always was. “Oh,” he realizes. “It is, huh.”

At this point, it doesn’t even come as a surprise with how little Jungkook truly thought about himself. It reads well when you take a solid look around at the place, his corner lamp turned on and dozens of notebooks stacked up on the table beside his tiny sofa in the corner. 

Thankfully, most of his clients don’t go through this way and only reserve the open space in the minimalistic studio, where the divided black curtains are the only thing that separates them from the rest of the shop. This was just a place to plan and clutter most of Jungkook’s things before the next person would show up again, maybe even squeeze in a nap when it was needed. 

His eyes finally meet yours and his lips quirk up with a certain gratefulness that fills up his eyes, and you send him a small nod. 

Though, your short interaction suddenly gets disrupted when flowers get shoved at his face. 

It’s too difficult to hold back a small laugh when he flinches, an eye squeezed shut as the thin veil of plastic comes dangerously close. “We got you flowers!”

“O-Oh,” he coughs out when he drowns in the scent of them, “Thank you, sweetheart.” When he can finally make a grab at them, he takes a look at the kind and softens at the sight. “Tiger Lily’s.” 

“Mommy said they’re your favorite,” Yeona enthusiastically explains before pausing to double-check, “They are, aren’t they?” Her doe eyes search for his, head coming closer to observe the flowers with him. 

He nods and pecks her cheek to reassure. “They are and I love them. I think I’ll draw some of them later.” He directs his eyes at you when he says, “Thank you.” 

You quickly turn away, eyeing the sketches to the left of you, exactly where his messy desk is. 

“And this is my card for you!” 

She holds it up and even more glitter falls to the floor, but he doesn’t even seem fazed by it, eyes brightening at his little girl’s artwork. 

She impatiently hops and the writing seems to be hard to read when he squints through his glasses. You slowly walk over to the both of them and hold onto Yeona’s shoulders again to make her stay still. “Baby,” you warn. “He can’t even read it with you shaking like this.” 

She sheepishly smiles and giggles, looking up at you. “Sorry Mommy. Too excited.”

You hum and find Jungkook silent through all of this, eyes glassy from her small fingertips that are seen all throughout the poster. Knees bending, you hold her close as you both watch over him silently. He’s touched, and it shows when he chokes up a little and hides it with a lame cough. 

Yeona eyes him worriedly, whirling towards you unsurely before you shush her with a small nod, silently letting her know that it was all okay. “Happy tears,” you whisper to her, your own eyes glossing over slightly. “He’s okay.”

“Daddy,” she timidly calls, “Do you like it?”

He looks up and nods with a smile, arms stretching out so that she can fall back into them, “I do, baby. I love it — I always love the stuff you make for me.”

She giggles into his neck and grapples on tighter. 

They exchange kisses and hugs for a few more minutes and you’ve luckily snapped a few photos to send to Jungkook’s mother when you would get home. 

When your knees give in eventually, you stand up, mindlessly folding a few of the blankets that were messily sprawled out onto his daybed just to keep your hands busy. 

Jungkook notices. 

“Uncle Jimin and Tae have been saving up some candy for the next time you would come over,” he whispers and offers to Yeona, “Want to go visit them for a minute?”

She eagerly nods, already squirming out of his arms and rushing out of the room. You barely even have the opportunity to yell at her to knock before going into any of their offices and not to disrupt if they had a client over. 

“_____.”

Your head tips at your name only to find Jungkook with a fond smile. He scratches at the back of his head before standing up and thanking you again.

You nod with an awkward smile of your own and explain further, “Yeona had been keen on visiting. Sorry if you had other plans.” 

He shakes his head rapidly to decline. “N-No, I didn’t.” Holding up the poster, he glances at it again. “I really needed this..” 

You nod thoughtfully. “I’m glad we came by at the right time then.” 

He nods and it continues to stay silent for a while. “What are you doing after this?” He suddenly asks, “M-My lunch.. It’s—“ 

“I’m probably going back home to call up my dad,” you quickly turn down and excuse, fingers playing with themselves. 

“Oh.” 

“But you’re welcome to take Yeona out,” you offer. “It’s your day after all.” But you grow weary at the thought of Seol tagging along for it. It’s why your fingers suddenly stop and land by your sides to curl against the material of your jeans. 

“I would,” he starts, “But I have one last client visiting right after and I’m not sure Yeona would be patient to stay here for it. It’ll take a few hours..” 

“Oh.”

“But I can visit when I’m done here?” He rushes. 

You rub your arms at the brisk air that suddenly travels downwards and you blame the air conditioning he always puts at too much of a low temperature. You’ve scolded him so many times for it, completely sure he’d get a cold one of these days for being so careless. If you were to call for it, the discourse would go on and on as if it was only a few years back and you were suddenly married again. He would reason he sweats too much and you would go on to say that it was from his heavy and bulky clothes he refuses to switch up every other season. 

“That’s—yeah, that’s great,” you weakly smile, completely erasing the foreboding thought before it would turn into a reminiscent den full of memories just like it. 

You would have turned him down. You should have, but it would hurt you even more if he would be left alone for the rest of the day, which is why you offer something Hyejin would smack you for the next playdate you planned for the kids, “I can cook dinner.”

His head shakes. “You don’t have to..”

“No, it’s okay. Just come by when you’re finished, okay? That way you can spend time with her properly.”

He doesn’t decline. “Thank you..” 

You step away before turning back and grabbing your belongings. “Happy Father’s Day, Jungkook. You should call up your dad and tell him the same,” you can’t help but add, but when you lift your head towards him, he seems thankful for the reminder. 

“I will,” he affirms, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his cargo bottoms. You notice for a short while how good he looks like this. Hair washed without styling as if he just rolled around before waking up from a nap and the specks he wears every now and then like he had just thrown them on before getting up. And knowing Jungkook well — that’s probably the case. “I’ll see you later?” 

Swallowing harshly, you nod. “Yeah.”

The door opens and you bite at your tongue, though it fails when you can’t help but call for him again with a small laugh weighing at the tip of your tongue, eyes pinned down at his bottom half. 

“Hm?”

“Your shirt.. There’s glitter all over it.”

Looking down, he immediately notices and curses, beginning to brush off the stubborn flakes that reflect all over his black short-sleeve. 

You shut the door before he can really say anything, and you quickly search for your daughter and her chocolate-smeared mouth you can already predict. 

-

Seol hums from her seat beside Jungkook and smiles at him. “Lunch was fun.”

Jungkook’s too focused on the sketch below him, a few of the lilies taken and laid out. He thinks he’ll be able to finish tonight and give it to Yeona after dinner. “It was,” he agrees. 

Her hand snakes onto his shoulder and rubs comfortingly before asking, “What are you planning to do tonight?” She’s already getting too excited at the offer she has ready, sitting at the tip of her tongue and ready to unravel. 

“Ah, I’m having dinner with Yeona.” 

Faltering slightly, she turns back to the same grin a second later. She should have known. It was Father’s Day after all. He has a daughter. He has a family — more or less. “Oh.” 

“Yeah.” He smiles. And it’s wide and genuine, not at all directed towards her but at the paper he carefully shades at. 

She nods carefully and slowly. “You seem excited.” 

He finally looks up at her and he smiles again. “Yeah,” he hums thoughtfully before agreeing, “I guess I am.” 

“_____ invited?” She pokes, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“Kind’ve? I asked to visit after work and she said she would cook dinner.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” He returns back to his sketching all too quickly. 

Seol bites her lip, hand going up to support her jaw and head as she observes closely, the man she’s been dating for over two months and pining for way longer — the glint in his eye and all. 

She only wonders if it was the aspect from spending time with his daughter, or having his ex-wife present in all of it too. 

Either way, from the short time in dating him, she’s only seen this particular look on him once. 

And that was only when he was married. 

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[someonewhowannadielol]

What is Love?

Requested by @sassysaxsolo​

Pairing: BadBoy!JK x Innocent!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warning: Dirty talk, degrading, oral sex (m and f receiving), pussy slapping, exhibitionism (??). Oh god this has like 4 smut scenes in it, it's nothing but porn bye

Summary: Jungkook has a degrading kink. Y/N doesn’t seem to like it. Also, JK is bad at this entire love thing but totally whipped for the girl of his dreams.

WordCount: 3.6k

A/N: The first scene is inspired by Hunter and Amy from “Hot Summer Night,” because it’s such a cute couple! P.S this might not be my best work because I wrote it at 3AM, so :( sry

You wouldn’t exactly call your boyfriend mean by any chances, but it doesn’t mean he was the nicest person you’ve ever met either. Sometimes you look at other people, like Hoseok, or Jimin, they could most definitely keep you happy – and speak to you like you’re an actual human when you both fuck.

You still remember the first time Jeon Jungkook had ever well, noticed you.

“-and then they both crashed into each other!” your friend was telling this story for the nth time, and you paying your 101% undivided attention to your fries sitting in front of you, basically drowning in ketchup, while trying to ignore the eyes that bore in the back of your head.

It was the last day of your exams as a sophomore in high school, and just like everyone else in town, you’d gone to the diner you always went to, at the end of 15thStreet Avn. Everyone and their mom had decided to come, so it was really busy, you literally had to speak loud to your friends, sitting just across you.

Fifteen minutes ago, Jeon Jungkook had walked into a diner and chose the place that gave the perfect view of you from the back.

Seven minutes ago, your friends had noticed that he was – shamelessly – staring at you, strawberry milkshake in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other. When you tried to look back, his eyes didn’t even flinch when they made contact with yours. On top of it, he winked at you. It was weirdly strange, yet made you feel all giddy inside.

What. The. Fuck. It was a well-known fact that girls would actually die to have one date with Jungkook, willing to get plastic surgeries, buying the most expensive clothes, and even leaving gifts in his locker at school. So why was here he here, in this lame-ass diner? And that too, wasting time while staring at you? He clearly didn’t even take a sip of his beverage.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, he’s so totally staring at you,” your best friend from across the booth said, while pretending to look at her nails.

“He’s so hot, I would totally take a bite,” your other friend says while taking a bite of her burger.

“Yuck!” you exclaim, as you can’t help but laugh at the thought of it. You had a certain laugh, especially when you were sitting around with your friends – it wasn’t that loud, but your eyes would bunch up as you would unconsciously bring your hand up to your mouth, and would throw your head back.

You dare to look back at him again, but this time you see his coming towards you, while taking a puff from his half smoked cigarette. You immediately turn your head back, so quick that you feared you’d broken your neck.

You look at your friends adjust their hair and posture when they see him coming towards your booth, and you can’t help but play with the hem of your sleeve, biting your lip. He stands across you, leaning on the booth in front of yours, swirling his straw so the whipped cream becomes one with the milkshake.

As soon as he makes eye contact with you, you just freak out and amidst that panic, you blurt out, “I have a boyfriend.”

He looks back at you and smirks, oh God, he looks so, so amazing. This year, he’s grown out his hair, so the waves were sprawled against his forehead, and he pushed it back with his hand after placing the milkshake next to you. He’s the pitch perfect image of a fuckboy; leather jacket, a motorbike, tattoos (even though he’s totally not 18 years old yet), and the lingering scent of cigarettes.

“Nah, no, you don’t,” he takes another puff of his cigarette, “but if you don’t stop being so fucking cute, you will,”

You chuckle, thinking he’s pranking you, thinking it’s just a joke him and his stupid friends had planned out to humiliate you publicly, “You don’t know the first thing about me,” you say as you dip a fry in ketchup.

“I know you like ketchup,” he says, before taking a sip from his milkshake.

That was also the day when Jeon Jungkook had officially asked you out.

-

When you’d spent the entire summer with him, you got to realize one thing about him, he loved to degrade you while having sex. Sure, it was fun the first few times – but after that, words like “slut,” and “whore,” had started making you feel like one.

It was obvious that to you that you weren’t his first priority; football and his friends were always going to be before you. You still remember he was less than enthusiastic when you told him about the art gallery you’d host after working on your still life pieces for two years.

But in reality, everyone on the team knew he was head over heels for Y/N, he had quitted smoking right after he heard you cough, he’s started wearing a helmet whenever he rode his bike, and even let you decorate it with your frilly stickers. He would always, always go out of his way to get a fresh pack of chocolate milk for you, because you once mentioned that your dad doesn’t let you drink it because it’s unhealthy.

“Here, babe,” he says tossing you your daily supply of chocolate milk.

“Hey, remember when I told you about the art gallery I was preparing for?” you said, but it seemed like he was more interesting in scrolling Instagram on his iPhone, “um, because I have to go to art school,”

“Yeah, what about it?” he said, pecking your cheek as he got up for class.

“Well, it’s on the 28thof October, that’s next week,” you say before taking a sip of the milk he got you.

He waited a minute before speaking anything, and you wished, you wished deep in your heart so sincerely that he wouldn’t come up with an excuse.

“You know Jake’s birthday is that day, right? Can’t you reschedule it?” he said, looking down, adjusting his leather jacket.

You felt as if someone was stomping on your chest, it was getting harder to swallow the milk in your mouth, and it didn’t taste like the too sugary drink it was – instead it felt like you were swallowing poison. He surely remembered your rants about how it was so hard to rent a place in that gallery right? Or how it took you three months to manage to snag it for a couple of hours? Or how it took you two years to compile your best art pieces?

“B-but I don’t think I can do that, I barely got to rent the place an-and I- “

“Babe, I don’t think I can make it. The boys and I are going out to the city,” he said, tilting his head.

He didn’t wait for your reply, already walking down the hallway, leaving you heartbroken.

On 28thOctober, you met all the professional people you had dreamed of meeting, it was an honor, especially since you were just a Junior in high school. But, you never saw the face you wanted to see. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when the exhibition finally finished, and you had to close the gallery.

That night, around 1AM, Jungkook broke into your room through your window how he usually did, only this time he had a bouquet of roses in his right hand, and red eyes.  When he noticed your tear stricken eyes and smudged mascara, he didn’t think twice before throwing the flowers on your bed and hugging you hard. Then, when he was so close, you noticed that he reeked of alcohol and weed. But it was fine.

He spent the night trying to make you laugh by reciting jokes he was forced to listen from Seokjin, and trying to make up for not being there. He cuddled you, putting your head under his chin, your body resting on his chest. It felt like home, when you would be with him, alone.

“How did it go?” he asks, nuzzling his face in your neck, peppering kisses there.

“It went amazing, I got a lot of good critique from artists and college professors,” you say, running your hands through his hair, you still missed his long hair that he cut last week, but it was way softer now,

“I missed you,” you say as he hummed.

He loved how you were like an open book, not like the girls he had been with before. You wore dresses – which he loved, because easier access – and you had long, virgin hair. He loved how untouched you were, innocent, pure and uncorrupted. He loved the little chub on your cheeks, he loved your pillow soft breasts, he loved how you always tasted like strawberries because of your chap stick. He loved virtuous you were. His to taint.

“I’m here, baby, and to make up for it, we’ll go to that café you always wanted to go to, my treat for being the best girlfriend,” he mumbled in your ear before taking off your dress and peppering kisses all over your body.

Of course, your mood had evidently changed, “Okay, you goofball,” you laugh as he tickles you.

“Baby, even if everything is wrong, it’s always going to be alright, and you know why?” he says as he kisses you on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, a huge contrast from his usual drunk kisses, they seem to be more chaste, more genuine, “you’re the only good thing in my life,”

You forgive him, like every other time.

You also toss him out the window before 6AM, before your father catches you with a boy. And that too, Jeon Jungkook. He’d probably kill you. It reminded you of the time when Jungkook decided to eat you out, on a weekday, on your bed, with your room unlocked.

It was no surprise when you found out that he was especially skilled with his tongue, not that any boy had ever even touched you there. You fought your moans, because your dad was literally downstairs watching his daily 9pm news. You knew he’d check up on you at 9.30 PM to ensure that you were studying for the SAT.

But here you were, your face stuffed with your own panties as the taste of your cum took over your tongue, it was a little embarrassing for you to taste yourself, but you paid more attention to the brown haired man between your legs. He’d mutter the same obscene words that used to give you the pleasure you needed at first, but soon became insecure of.

“You like that, dirty slut?” you mewled as he worked his tongue on your clit, adding another finger to the previous one inside of you. His two fingers did more than what you could do with your entire hand, the long slender fingers were now knuckle deep inside of you, doing wonders to your body.

“You’re such a whore, moaning here like a bitch in heat, when everyone thinking you’re an angel, huh,” he says as his fingers thrust in and out of you, lewd noises filling your small room.

You felt your blood run cold, when you could hear your dad’s footsteps on the stairs. Fuck.

“Three. You have three seconds to cum, or forget about it,” he said looking your straight in the eye, his fingers working faster than ever.

You could feel yourself pent up, your walls clenching down on his fingers.

“Two,” he said, attacking your bud with his tongue, a circling pattern, making you shake.

Before he could say ‘one,’ you were cumming, all over his fingers, your thighs and your sheets.

Jungkook chuckled, “Fucking whore,” before jumping out of your window in time, just a second before your dad came in your room. You were under the blanket, your panties under the bed, and your pride out of the window.

As you excused your flush face as a small fever, you couldn’t help but feel a weird twist in your stomach. You didn’t exactly like the way you felt.

You had avoided Jungkook as much as you could the next week, but he didn’t exactly notice because recently the football team had been putting in more hours to prepare for the nationals. He’d still slipped loving notes in your locker, and strapped a red rose on Thursday as well, that made your heart flutter.

The next time you met him was on the bus, on your way home.  

He could’ve rode his bike to his home, but he wasn’t born yesterday, he knew something was up with you when you didn’t respond to any of his messages, and didn’t even acknowledge him in your English class.

The was bus was packed, to say the least, as he followed you as you went to the tail of the vehicle, excusing people. The next stop had more people stepping in here, and he was even more pressed towards you.

You instantly regretted wearing the tennis skirt you wore yesterday, because it was short short, and also thin. You no longer had an excuse to avoid your boyfriend as you felt him press up against your back, you could feel his bulge on your butt.

You tried to look back up at him, but whimpered when you saw the animalistic look in his eyes, and the way he towered over you wasn’t helping either. You sucked in a breath when you felt his finger hitch up, and up, and up, until it was so, so near your panties as he circled your inner thigh with his thumb. He could notice how you were hyper-aware of the surroundings, as if people could see everything that was happening, everyone could see how your boyfriend was basically fingering you on the bus.

“Do you wanna do this?” you heard Jungkook whisper in your ear, and truth be told, you had missed him, the feeling of his dick, his fingers, that you needed him, and you needed him now.

You nodded, and just as soon, you heard him chuckle, “You really are a dirty slut huh?” he said as he slapped between your thighs, making your knees buckle.

With one hand, he held the handle above so he would stay balanced, but with the other one, he steadied your hips, grinding his hips against you. You almost felt embarrassed by how aroused you were, and how quick you were wet. Seconds later, you could feel his fingers separate your folds, “Spread your legs, whore.”

As you spread them, you finally noticed how many people were actually here, and how to the untrained eye it just looked like he was hugging you, but his fingers were now scissoring inside you, stretching you.

You could feel him taking his cock out of his sweatpants, brush it in your folds. You were always so sensitive, the smallest of touches against your clit would make you cry out and moan, so it was no surprise that you let out some noises as his cock entered in you.

“Make one more noise, and I won’t be scared to fuck you senseless in front of all these people,” he whispered in your ear again, this time rocking his hips into you.

“Such a slut, huh? Tell me you’re a slut,” he said, and when he noticed that you didn’t do as he said, he completely stopped all movements. You couldn’t thin straight with his dick sitting inside of you, you needed to get off, and this neediness of yours made you want to crawl into a grave and die.

“I- I’m a slut,” you whispered, and Jungkook wouldn’t have been able to heard that, if he wasn’t basically glued to you.

“S-say it again,” he stuttered and you could feel the both of you coming closer.

“I’m a slut! I’m a whore for you, Jungkook,” you whispered, as you felt yourself cum. As for him, instead of cumming in you, like you thought he would, he took himself out, and jerked off in your panties. The feeling of his cum against your soaked panties was lecherous to say the least, you could feel your panties stick to your clit, almost as a reminder of the disgusting deed you’d just done.

“Keep those on until you get home, such a fucking bitch, fucking her boyfriend in a bus,” Jungkook whispered in your ear, and stepped off the bus after slapping your ass.

And you were left alone again, thinking if you really were the slut he made you out to be.

Your next interaction with Jungkook had been next week, when you both had decided to do the English homework together, at his house. While you spent at least two hours, researching on the topic, Jungkook had simply bullshitted the entire essay in half an hour. Sigh, this is why he was failing. As you were left on his bed, completing the essay, he sat on the other end, gaming with Taehyung and some random boy through his PlayStation party.

Finally, another two hours later, you were done with the horrid essay and were desperately craving your loving and adoring boyfriend’s attention.

“Jungkook,” you tried to get his attention, but didn’t even turn around to look at you. You continued to annoy him, “Kookieee,”

Suddenly, you saw a blast on the screen, as Jungkook slammed his controller on the floor.

He muted his mic before speaking, “You just don’t wanna be a good girl for me today, huh?” At this point, you straddled his lap. He picked you up without a glimpse of hesitation, settling you between his legs, as he took out his cock.

“Suck me, and be quiet about it, unless you want Tae to hear what a desperate bitch you are,” he says, and you’re left to suck him. Jungkook definitely wasn’t small, not even close. In fact, when hard, he was bigger than you had expected dicks to be. So, 4 rounds of battle later, your jaw had started to ache, and you couldn’t help but cry out an elicit moan, forgetting Tae could hear everything.

Jungkook turns off his gaming station as soon as he hears you, “I think I told you to shut the fuck up, but you’re just too fucking stupid to understand,” he says as he harshly picks you up by your ponytail.

“I’m gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be nothing but a dumb bitch hungry for cock,” he says as he thrashes you on the bed, stretching you out with his fingers.

Before adjusting his dick, and putting it in front of your entrance, he slaps your cunt, “that’s for fucking my game night, you bitch,” and he enters you, rough and fast.

He pushed his hair back, it’s been growing again, as he looks at you with his doe eyes again, this time they’re a shade darker. This turns you on, as you let out a whimper, “Jungkook c-close,”

“Cream yourself on my dick, go on, my dumb baby,” he chuckles, before increasing his speed, the sound of skin slapping filling the silence of the room, “Such a desperate cock slut, you can’t get off with me, huh?”

Moments later, when you both cum simultaneously, he lays down next to you and stares at the ceiling.

“What are you thinking of?” he asks, minutes after your silence. This time, he’s not harsh, but instead you’re surprised by his loving tone.

“Just thinking if you love me or not,” you mumble, closing your eyes, missing the surprised look on his face, eyes wide open, jaw ajar.

“Wha- Baby, of course I love you,” he stutters on his words, not knowing what to say. What had made you believe that he wasn’t head over heels in love with you?

“I just… I don’t know, I don’t like it when you call me names,” you explain already feeling embarrassed at being such a prude.

“Baby girl,” he sits up, and kisses your cheek, “you should’ve told me, I- I’m sorry,”

Jungkook looked like a hurt puppy, his eyes downcast, as he fiddled with his fingers. The next week, he had spent making sure you felt like the Princess you were, his Princess. Obviously, you had noticed his behavior, bringing a donut along with the chocolate milk, ditching football practice to meet you, kissing your hands every time he met you, peppering you with kisses.

“Kook, you don’t have to do this,” you exclaimed when he took you to see the beach, two hours away from the town.

“I just my Baby to know that I love her, and I want her to be happy,” he says, and for the first time, you feel like you’re free. You’re free when you’re with him and you love it.

You’re always happy with him. You loved his sloppy kisses, his shit eating grin when his fingers made you cum, his habit of bringing you chocolate milk every day, his scent which was a mixture of cologne and cigarettes, his hoarse voice after he wakes up. You knew no matter how much he accidentally hurt you, he loved you too.

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[butchsophiewalten]

i apologize if im a little late, but ive learned through many years of fixating on things & then the creators being you know. Not Good. that it's honestly easier to just separate the creator from the media. like with fnaf, i lost a lot of interest in it but sometimes draw the characters more as my own original characters, don't care for scott at all anymore but im still interested in the characters he created. sry if this makes very little sense im tired af just wanted to get this out there

hmm. i think this attitude towards 'separating the art from the artist' is like. situational. there are times when it's reasonable and appropriate and there are other times when it's outright unjustifiable. and there's definitely times where you can kinda fudge it in one direction or another. Like, i still listen to early Panic! at the Disco sometimes even though i think brendon urie deserves to be shot like a lame horse. and there are going to be people who see that i still listen to Panic! and who will think less of me for that. and that's something i'm okay with. like yah lol i cant blame you. FNAF has always been really fandom/community centric, and even before his retirement, scott’s involvement with the series was less than it had ever been, so i really dont judge anybody for continuing to engage with it regardless of him. For me, the whole debacle was just the fucking. boulder. that broke the camel's back. Shit had been piling up on him for years, so when the dam finally broke i was neither surprised nor particularly disappointed. It was mostly just me finally getting outright confirmation that he really was the massive piece of shit i was suspicious of him being. Part of me feels like i should've had a bit more of an extravagant breakup with FNAF, as someone who'd been with the series since 2014, before FNAF 2, even. but ultimately my separation from it was neither difficult nor particularly emotional. It felt inevitable, and i'm glad it happened. It's honestly a little bit like a weight's been lifted. Like wow. those video games can be as poorly written as they wanna be now and i wont care even a little bit. it cant hurt me anymore <3

[bloodhonnie]

Hi, E. I’m sry you are struggling and your friends don’t see. I think you’re really brave and p strong for going through with blocking, I know I couldn’t. I’m hoping the rest of today goes gentler for you.💜

P.S. I washed my hair today, been quite a while. Sry if it’s weird or lame, I just had to the urge to tell you since accomplishing it. Sending any strength I can, dear. 💙

Hello! Thank you for sharing how your day went with me! I’m so proud of you for washing your hair I know how hard that can be! You’re so sweet ahahaha I’m just really going through it I really liked them and I had blocked them before but I want them to reach out even though I told them to never talk to me again. Idk it was their decision to not date but they wanted all the benefits while also still going on dates with other ppl (that never worked out). It was rough cause I really like them I think they’re so smart and kind and they’re gonna do great things and there’s almost nothing more I want than to be able to watch them and support them while they do the amazing things they’re going to do. And I want them to watch me do the amazing things I’m going to do and be by my side. I’m in no means like 100% monogamous and I’m actually pretty aloof when in a relationship but like not only did we not get to that point I was also strung along 3 times cause they kept on saying they liked me but every time I was like I want to see if we can start heading down a path where we could be more serious they would say sorry but it wouldn’t work out. I’m young I’ll get over or whatever ppl like to say.

[kashimos-hajime]

AKSJKSHSSJSJS THRIVING RN i’ve been kinda worried abt my new internship bc i’m worried i’m under qualified but like!!!! i’m meeting my boss for coffee tomorrow morning bc the office is closed bc rona and i’m so excited but now it’s 8:30 and i don’t own professional clothes but i’m so excited bc she’s trusting me with SO MUCH of her business and i’m literally just some lame ass highschooler and i’m so pumped but she’s the one who hired me so it’s on her lmao anyways sry for the rant thing but i’m so excited!!!

you got this bestie!!! always weird adjusting to new places but if ur boss trusts you that means she sees great potential!!! dont worry about it. you can do it i believe in you so much rn omg the more experience you get the better!!! its good for uni hgrjngerklgnergn as for professional clothes, just go simple. white dress-shirt/blouse and a solid colour pants like black or brown!! just make sure you look clean and put together honestly and anything flies imo i mean you already got your internship!! its all about just creating a good first impression!! be confident in yourself bc u deserve it :)

[morningsound15]

For the fic writer ask game: 3, 11, 31, 39

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

actually yes! maybe not to write WHAT i write but definitely HOW i write

i don’t think i’ve ever talked about this but my first real fanfic fandom like the first time i got INTO fanfic in a real way was through skins (uk). do y’all remember skins? i was obsessed in early high school. so it’s not the FIRST fic i read (that was probably harry potter, i finished the books & did not want the story to end & through that desire to continue reading those books found fanfic way back on ff.net in like 2009) but the first time i like sat down and read every fic for a certain show/couple, it was skins.

there was one writer on ff.net called HyperFitched - now this was in like 2011 or so that i found these fics, so keep in mind i was young & haven’t re-read them so i’m not sure how they hold up! - but they would put out these unbelievable multi-chapter skins fics, like hundreds of thousands of words each. and i would gobble these stories up! like i couldn’t stop reading them. i remember sneaking my ipod touch into freshman year gym and reading these stories while i pretended to work out, because i just could not put them down. i will link to some of the ones below that i remember devouring in case anyone is interested, but these stories absolutely were what first got me thinking about things like subtext, shipping non-canon couples, the ability of fans to take source material and expand upon it & (in my mind) improve it, the idea of a slow-burn, of miscommunication, of pining, of sex in stories (oh the way i reacted when i realized people wrote these characters having semi-explicit sex!! what a game-changer). so it kind of was the precursor to pretty much everything about how i write fic! i wonder where this author ended up & if i can ever find them & send them a message... would love to do that lmk if anyone knows

but anyway - i fist came to AO3 because of skins! i ran out of skins fanfic to read on ff.net & wound up at AO3, and that’s how i got into tumblr, etc. etc. etc. but the fic that impacted me the most on AO3 is one i always recommend every time someone asks me for ficrecs because it’s just unbelievable, it was published over a decade ago, almost 100k words, like under 400 kudos (a crime!!) and i still reread it a couple times a year

transatlanticism by thememoriesfire it’s a katie/effy post-skins fic that sends me into the stratosphere like i am obsessed with the way this story is written & the way it unfolds & how the characters interact & how so little happens! the entire story revolves around basically just two characters talking to each other & trying to figure each other out & it’s one of the best things i have ever or will ever read! changed my perspective on fic length, on character development, on dialogue, helped me understand consistent tone of voice & characterizations etc. maybe none of y’all care about this stuff because you don’t care about skins but you don’t need to know that show to love this story! you really really don’t

anyway here are some HyperFitched stories i loved in 2011! fanfic styles have come a long way since the ff.net days so these might seem a little dated but they were very impactful to me. also people don’t write fic like this any more! kind of makes me nostalgic for simpler times

99 Problems - there’s a companion fic to this but basically all the skins characters are part of a circus & effy is losing her mind but katie helps her recover, there’s drugs & sex & sexy circus shenanigans, photography & love & aerial silks?? maybe i will re-read this actually because that’s all i remember of it but again, this consumed every waking moment of my life for as long as it took me to read it (which was probably like 4 or 5 days)

I Hold a Force I Can’t Contain - this is the emily/naomi companion piece to 99 Problems but i always liked katie/effy more tbqh

The Bend In The Wave

The Explosive Heart

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

lame & not unique but mostly song lyrics / stuff from poems / bits of prose. i have a lot of difficulty coming up with titles, but i like the idea of a song or poem tying a story together it helps me nail down tone & themes a lot more easily.

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

my favorite character to write for is faith lehane (buffy), & after her lena luthor (supergirl). i like characters who have been hurt in impossibly difficult ways & who are trying to work through that hurt, characters who need to overcome their traumas, & the compelling thing to me about faith particularly (but lena too) is how her base instincts are violence & chaos; she’s been hurt so badly, so when she’s threatened she lashes out & causes more hurt. but she still wants to be good, & it’s just a matter of making herself accept that she is/can be good, that other people CAN see her that way. i am so drawn to that kind of character & it forms most of my writing.

most of my followers who follow me for my writing are bechloe stans! some harry potter folks too (there’s not a ton of really good f/f harry potter stories so people are always asking me for recs & stuff but it’s hard - there definitely are amazing works in that community but there’s not a huge breadth of non-smut fics & weirdly? a lot of them are about pansy parkinson? idk how that happened in fandom how the lesbians just decided pansy was their gal but i don’t like her so i never read those fics :/ sry rip). anyway all that to say is no my followers don’t really influence who my fav characters are to write for, because if it was up to them i would only write for like 1or 2 fandoms lol

lmk if you’re here for other fandoms! might help me in terms of which story i should work on finishing next

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

i think that i don’t (usually) take the easy way out in stories! i like to let the characters breathe & grow, i like to let the story move in the direction it needs to move in, even if that means i have to change or scrap what i previously planned out, even if that means i have to increase the word count from a 6k word one-shot to a 20k word one-shot (aka that korra story i just posted). perdition was originally supposed to be a 4-6 chapter story that only took place over their college years! but then it turned into a monster

thank you so much for these questions!

Fic Writer Ask Game!

[notjustabooksims]

3 & 12! ❤

Thank you so much for sending an ask, dear.

3. Which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?

Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng

It’s All Coming Back to Me Now by Meat Loaf

Love Is in Control (Finger on the Trigger) by Donna Summer

(And now I’m going to go cry about how nobody will know Vienna Teng - nobody ever does, but she’s incredible).

12. Who are your character faceclaims?

I literally do not have any face claims. I barely get what the point of face claims are because I am old and lame. I know people pick actors and models for their face claims and I just… don’t know of that many actors and I don’t know ANY models. Sry. The closest I’ve ever got to a face claim is thinking that, hey, I think a younger Catherine Zeta-Jones could look a bit like Gina.

So uh… yes, that was disappointing. :D Thanks again, Sempreviva and… super sorry I sucked at those questions. :P

[mythykl]

The heartbreak. *Orange* pt.1

*with hiroto suwa*

Word count - 1074

First meet -

I knew him since kindergarten. At first, I thought he’s a pretty shy and timid kiddo but within a few weeks, he had become friends with most of the peps in ourbatch. Even me! He was so kind, yet humorous aka the oFficiAL freakin clown/PRANKSTER of the class.

In middle school –

-      As the time passed, we drifted apart. Sometimes, I’d come across him while he used to play soccer with his friends.  I pretty much assumed that he must’ve had forgotten you.

*but guess wut.*

In midst of my dumbass lost in dwan, the ball, which he kicked, just flew across the ground and hit your head. I thought that I’m dead for sure then; but ahhh. Suwa showed up from across the ground and pRooOLLyyYy carried me to the school infirmary.

-      Later that day, I found myself lying on the bed. Recollecting the events took some time. I noticed the door swung open and see a few students enter, along with suwa, they had come to see me. They apologized a lot, though I said ‘it’s no big deal’ and it was my fault. They finally left after giving me sweets as a get-well-soon gift. Unexpectedly Suwa stayed behind.

-       We end up talking fUckiNnng a lot. He started the convo tho, while my ass was just sittin’ there all awkward, about how less he scored in science *especially chemistry*. He told me why he doesn’t wanna go home, cuz’ he can’t show his broke ass marks to his parents. That’s how soccer came up. He told me about his dream of being the best at soccer and get into the national team; also that he made it into the U-12 team of the school. i of course was really happy for him and praised him. i still remember the smile he gave to me, the sweetest.

*that’s why, disregard of my fabulous headshot, i didn’t call my parents to get you, or asked one of my friends to wait for me.* ya.

“Y/N, wanna tell me about ya dreams?” he asked.

“Ah. Well I haven’t decided, but prolly a ___”

“That’s great! You always seemed into that stuff anyways, even in kindergarten!��

-      Sure. we were both surprised and glad about how much he remembered of those days. His words were encouraging and even his lame jokes made me laugh my ass out. Though I was dizzy and needed sleep, i did continue to talk with him and didn’t want him to leave.

-      He walked me home that evening and treated me with curry buns, as he apologized for hurting me like a millionth time *sry. too far*. i just smile it off, cuz’ at this point, my ass was annoyed and wants this guy to stop sayin sOrrY. But you loved the walk and all the time which my spent with him. It was beautiful.

-      From that day onwards we did see each other around and smiled, had small talks at times, nothing big. Somehow, I used to stare at him pretty often. He was growing into a giant rapidly. Tf. I loved the way he used to lean against literally anything, with his long posture.

-      but i started thinking that his gestures that day were just out of the guilt of hurting me.

-      Soon the middle school comes to an end, with me realizing that i’ve started developing feelings for him!!

High School –

-      i decide to move on from suwa and concentrate on my life ahead.

-      i end up in class 6 as.. Azu *aka Azusa Murasaka* and Naho become your first friends in High School. we fail to get super close since, i spend most of your time with U-17 Soccer team as the manager.

-      Suwa, a late admission, is in my class too now. I’m apparently the first person he started talking with. I helped him to get into the soccer team about which he’s super grateful to you.

-      unsurprisingly, within one day, he’s friends with most of the people in class. i realize that I wasn’t over him yet, thus, i try to avoid him as much as possible. This also resulted in you drifting apart from Naho and Azu within a few months.

-      You think that your life is anyways too busy to care about small heart breaks, but you do care. A lot.

After 21st Athletic Festival –

-      being the class representative of the Event Management Committee, i congratulate the red team on their win, to everyone except suwa. my heart aches at the thought of being so ignorant towards him. i want him to smile, I WANT TO MAKE HIM SMILE; I’m thrilled at the win cuz’ it was Suwa’s win as well. But eventually, i shake off this thought.

-      Suwa doesn’t care about me.

    *Or that’s just you over thinking. Cuz guess wut.*

-      As i walk outside the school the same day, like super late cuz’ I  had to stay behind for some event work, i find hiroto suwa just standing there. AS IF HE WAS WAITING FOR YOU.

“hey.” He says as he slurps his orange juice.

*immediate panicking*

“Practice?” i immediately respond.

“Why’d I’ve a practice today?”

i feel embarrassed instantly and look away.

“I hope you’re still sane while doing all that hard work.. for us.” He continues after a long sigh. “Wanna walk home?”

*adrenaline rushing at light speed.*

“Sure.”

At your words, he jumps off from his lazy standing posture, as he throws his juice pack in a trash can and follows behind you.

-      Standing so close to him, I could smell him, HIS SWEAT, and I ain’t complaing, this mf sMELLS LIKE SUGAR/CARAMEL!!

-      We start walking.

*Pretty much silent.*

He’s the one, again, to break the fuckin’ ice. We talk about the latest soccer season games coming up, discussing about preparations, practice matches and stuff. Everything goes too formal, until he says..

“I was so shocked when the new manager asked me out. She’s sweet but..”

“Not you’re type?” i interrupt.

“No Y/N.. well, I don’t know. I’m just curious of how people can fall for mere looks.” He chuckles.

*you’re heart skips a beat*

i stop walking, making him stop too. i look up in his eyes, he’s confused.

“What if it were me, what’d you say?” i finally utter with all my strength.

He’s shocked. i feel embarrassed and FELT unACCEPTED.

That’s when Kakeru appears behind him on his cycle. literally outta nowhere.

**went too far within the last 1000 words lmao**

Word count - 1074

all hail kakeru the wizard.

note - tried to write a ??headcanon?? i guess. For the first time. I’m not familiar with the correct term. There might be a lot of grammatical mistakes, pardon my ass lmao.

it seems fast paced but idk. the ending is gonna be wreckin tho

I’ll surely post pt.2 within a few days. tysm.

[escmemes4days]

I commented all the ESC 2019 songs at 2am and this was the result;

United Kingdom Yes, it’s kinda cheesy, but it’s like a nice cheddar kind of cheese.

The Netherlands It’s kinda good I guess but overrated? Not a winner hun, sry, but def a qualifier.

Switzerland This is about as dirty as a bottle of handsanitizer at a hospital. Song is kinda boring? Don’t know why I don’t like it.

Sweden We just full on snapped this year, huh? Yes John, any fucking day. Love ya!

Spain PLEASE FUCKING WIN. If they don’t at least end up in the top 5 I’m yeeting myself into the abyss.

Slovenia I think this is the most forgettable song this year. Lame beat?

Serbia Another voice that deserved a better song. Why.

San Marino This is a shit-bop. It’s so bad you can’t help but love it.

Russia Sergey did you sell your soul? ‘You are the only one’ was at least a pretty good song. What?? Is?? This?? It’s so boring, like?

Romania This is a dark ass bop. And those highs bitch? yES

Portugal I can appreciate the musicality behind this piece. I wouldn’t consider it a song I ‘enjoy’ in that sense, but it’s interesting to listen to with a critical ear and hear all the layers. The performance was flawless and interesting, and lifted this unique piece.

Poland sO i Am CoNfUsiOn?? The video. Why. Why does it have a rock vibe? I don’t. Understand! No, I’m good thank.

Norway Nope. Overrated. Bye. Sry.

North Macedonia Cute message, less cute song I guess. Meh.

Montenegro Is this an ad for a christian camp?

Moldova Spraycan cheese. Ugh.

Malta Why the fuck aren’t people talking about this? It slaps a fuckton and the drop is??? Great???

Lithuania The cheese level on this will kill me. Ugh. And his vocals... Well there’s room for improvement!

Latvia Nice and underrated af

Italy If Spain doesn’t win, can this please? CLAP CLAP BITCH YES WE LOVE AND STAN?

Israel It’s a bit boring but also kind of beautiful? What? Me like?

Ireland Uhm, this is so nice, tf?

Iceland Why?? Is this so popular this year? I don’t get it.

Hungary The king is back with another bop. And we love (even though it’s not as good as the last one, we still LOVE)

Greece YES WE STAN A QUEEN WITH A GREAT SONG!!! THE VOICE IS MAKING ME Q U A K E

Germany They took all my fucking cheese and I don’t appreciate it.

Georgia Cool voice, but don’t care for the song. Meh.

France It’s kinda good you know?

Finland I would need 8 shots in 2007 to like this.

Estonia Dude loves Avicii. We get it. You took one of his songs and added the word ‘storm’ and weather references. (But Avicii does slay so... it’s kind of a bop)

Denmark Why do I fucking love this? I don’t know, but the point is I DO!

Czech Republic It’s cheesy and kind of weird but I ENJOY so... yes pls.

Cyprus Yes, it’s just Fuego being replayed, but fUeGo WaS a GoOd SoNg So WhAt’S yOuR pOiNt???

Croatia This voice deserved a song that didn’t sound like moldy cheese.

Belgium Remember the ‘forgettable’ comment I made about Slovenia? Copy paste it here instead.

Belarus Nah he aint. Me neither sry. I mean... Not the worst but??? Nah.

Azerbaijan FUCK YES. I’M NOT GONNA SHUT UP ABOUT THIS, LIKE, EVER??? YEP!

Austria Nice voice but boring and forgettable.

Australia Someone liked Estonia last year and was like “how do we make it worse, and also can we add, like, an EDM/techno kind of beat?”

Armenia FUCK YES BITCH LOML THIS IS EVERYTHING STEP ON MY FACE I LOVE THIS

Albania Ooof. Yes. Love. Just ditch the dress from the performance, okay? We love.