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thelucyverse · 1 year ago

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Keep fandoms alive, comment on more fanfics!

The do‘s and don’ts of fic reviews

Because a friend told me she never knows what to write and then never comments, but wants to learn how to do better, I thought I’d compile a list, and maybe it will help someone else as well!

As always, this is unofficial and just from my personal experience writing and reading fic, and talking with other fic authors.

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What to comment

Honestly, authors love friendly comments, no matter how small. Here are some ideas for short comments you can write to pretty much any fic you enjoyed:

I loved it!

Great fic!

Thanks for writing this!

Thanks for sharing your fic with the fandom :)

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ 10/10 perfection

So happy I found this!

Reading this made my day

I had fun reading this

You’re a great writer!

Love your writing style

<3<3<3

Amazing!

Kudos!

If you want to write something a bit longer, you can for example

Tell the author where you have been reading the fic or what you were doing while reading it

Tell the author what you should have been doing instead of reading fanfic (and that it was worth it to read the fic)

Copy a passage (or several) from the fic you particularly enjoyed

Did the author write a note at the end or beginning of the fic? Maybe even ask a question? Sometimes you can reply to author’s notes in your comment

How did the fic make you feel? Happy, made you cry, made you laugh, made you jealous of a character, or made you want to punch an antagonistic character’s nose in? Write it in the comment!

Is it your first fic in a fandom or with a ship? Your favorite fic in a fandom, or with a specific character? Did you read it in one go? Did you savour it slowly reading over days or weeks? Have you enjoyed every update of a multi-chapter? Do you wish you could read it again for the first time? Write anything you want to let the author know about your reading experience!

Is there a character you particularly enjoyed in that fic/chapter? Tell the author you think they wrote xy character really well!

You can always start or finish your comment with one of the suggestions from the short comments to make sure the author knows you liked it :)

If you really don’t know what to write, or are reading fic in a language not your own (though authors usually don’t mind you commenting in your native language) and aren’t comfortable commenting in either language, you can also leave emojis as comments, for example variations of:

for any fics:❤️💕💜💗💞💓💖💟🤩😍🥰

for humor fics: 😂😆🤣🤪💯

for shippy fics/getting together: 🎉💖🥳💋💘💏👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨💑👩‍❤️‍👩👨‍❤️‍👨🫶

for angst or hurt no comort: 🥹😭🤯😱🫣😢💔❣️❤️‍🩹🖤 maybe still include a ❤️heart in there so the author can be sure you still liked it!

for smut/pwp: ❤️‍🔥💯🫣😋🤩🥵😈🤯🫦

There are even some stickers you can comment by copying the html! A few tumblr posts with stickers to copy can be found here & here!

Don’ts

There isn’t much you can do wrong when writing comments on fic, but there are a few things you should keep in mind:

don’t criticize (unless negative critics/what they can do better has been specifically asked for by the author, and then stick to the kind of criticism asked for, and best try to include something positive too to soften the blow)

don’t demand more/ask for updates - you can tell the author you’d read it if they wrote more, but don’t put pressure on them, you don’t know what’s happening in their lives right now and for what reason new entries might have slowed down, and they don’t owe you regular or any updates!

don’t tell them what to write (unless the author is taking prompts, and in most cases the comment section is not the right place for prompts, check what the author specified)

Remember: Fan fiction are free, from fans for fans, so etiquette is a bit different than in the Amazon reviews of books you paid good money for! Fic authors don’t have to cater to you, just enjoy that there are fics shared with the fandom :) If you don’t like something, or don’t like a part of something, either close the tab or quietly ignore the issue and just enjoy the parts you do like.

And in general, to end this on a positive note:

Yes, you can comment on older fanfics!

Yes, comment on several fics in a row if you’re reading through fics by one author!

Yes, comment on as many chapters of the same fic as you like!

Yes, you can make art for the fic and tell the author about it!

Yes, absolutely tell the author if you’re still thinking about a fic hours/days/years… after reading it!

Yes, send authors asks on tumblr/other sites talking about how you love their fics, if they link these sites in the author’s notes! (But also comment on Ao3)

Yes, you can comment/review even if you don’t have an account (at least on Ao3 and ffnet)!

Yes, please let the author know if you’re reading a fic for a second time, even if you just write ‘re-read kudos!’

The best comments are also written directly on the site the fanfiction got posted on (so usually ao3/ffnet and not tumblr/discord), both because it makes the note count higher, and because then the comment won’t quickly get buried under unrelated messages or posts.

If you want to leave long comments about different parts of a fic or chapter, you can also make use of the floating Ao3 comment box! It allows you to type your comment while you're still reading, without having to leave the page!

Some more kinds of comments on another post

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froidefille · 3 months ago

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Day 18: a fic that makes you laugh

📚 The Superfluous Man by peu_a_peu

🎧 by @sweaters_in_the_summer, 2.5h

Draco/Harry, 24k, E

Summary:

A child for Harry Potter is a miracle of magic. And it's the second act of Draco Malfoy's sorry little life.

This fic is absolutely unhinged in the best way there is. It was written for this year’s @hd-tarot. It’s actually been recorded as a podfic BEFORE THE REVEAL, which made it a super interesting experience to try to put 2 and 2 together and figure out the author. And it was my first time correctly guessing the anonymous work’s author! I was pretty proud of myself, I have to admit :D However, it was a bit easier for me because I was getting to know peu_a_peu’s classic Rookie Moves via SITS’ podfic. The flow of the narrative, the story structure and, which was the biggest tell – the humour, were so splendidly narrated! And when I started listening to the podfic I just thought of Draco and Harry in Paris being ridiculous 😂

The whole series of Twenty Cards has some excellent comedic moments. And then there is our The Superfluous Man. In which Harry gets pregnant with Draco’s baby. With a twist – they didn’t have sex xd *it’s magic* Then, understandably, Draco is a panicked father-to-be who travels to outlandish places with Luna Lovegood to gather some crazy ingredients for a nutty potion.

And it only gets curiouser as it goes on! I absolutely loved listening to the story unfold! As you know I listen to a lot of podfics, and lots of it while in public transportation. Well, the problem with this fic was that I could only listen to it at home because I would HOOT from laughter in regular intervals and was getting real suspicious looks on the train xd

Just have a look at names of parenting guide books Hermione is researching:

Male Mothering: The XY How-To What to Expect When You’re Exceptional The Carrying Wizard Accio Village! Potioneer’s Guide to Conception and Gestation Vol. 2

Tag yourself, I’m Team #AccioVillage! 💜😂

Thank you for the delightful prompt @hprecfest and see you tomorrow!

Ps. Remember when I said „see you tomorrow” 3 days ago? Xd Well, fingers crossed it works this time

Hilarious quotes under the cut <3 I had to limit myself to first chapter only, it was simply too much ^^

Choosing not to participate was not the same as failing, Draco decided. “We don’t all hit the ceiling when Potter says Leviosa. In fact it’s possible to build a life that doesn’t even revolve around him. Probably not for you two, but I’m sure being an adult sidekick has its rewards.” “Merlin, listen to him,” Weasley said, not to Draco but to Granger. “Did we step through a Floo or a Time-Turner?” “As if, Ron, look at him,” said Granger, who was not exactly a nubile eighteen-year-old herself, thanks. “Can we please go? If Lucius and Narcissa come in here, I think I’ll scream.” Draco slipped his heel into his shoe and stood. “Am I being kidnapped?” “Dunno, are you a kid?” Weasley said. “Harry’s at ours,” Granger said, as they bullied Draco to the Floo. “Say, ‘Pig’s Nest.’”

I honestly don't know what is funnier, Draco's "We don’t all hit the ceiling when Potter says Leviosa", " I’m sure being an adult sidekick has its rewards" or Granger-Weasley house being called "Pig's Nest" 🐖🏡

“WHO are YOU?” bellowed the presumable Hugo. “Where’s Potter?” Draco demanded. He looked behind him at the fireplace, which was glacially slow in bringing forth this person’s parents. “HARRY is PREGNANT!” screamed Hugo. “Shut up, Hugo!” said another child, a girl and slightly older, clearly of the same stock. “Harry, Hugo told a man you’re pregnant!” “What man?” said Harry Potter, who followed the girl into the room. “Finally. D’you not get owl post or what?”

Rose is such a big sister in this one, IMMEDIATELLY telling on Hugo xd

“Now that I’ve met your charming progeny,” Draco said, “and seen your charming home, would anyone like to tell me what the fuck is going on?” “SWEARING!” said the children, from some distance. “ALL THE WAY OUTSIDE, PLEASE,” Granger said. “Hugo already told you,” Potter said. “I’m pregnant.”

All the way outside 😂 Kids love finding those little openings in direct requests like going just "outside" of the room instead of going outside-outside xd

„Art, though,” Weasley said, shrugging. “And you know what about art,” Draco snapped, not continuing: you slackjawed ginger yokel? You stupid, unfortunate hanger-on? Who should be absolutely fucking anywhere else on earth at this moment? Or perhaps not on this earth at all? “I’m an artist, mate. I’m chief dreamweaver for Tri-Dub,” Weasley said, impenetrably.

Draco, what even are those words 😂😂😂

#hprecfest2024 #hprecfest #honestly listening to this one when in bad mood works wonders #highly recommended #drarry #drarry fic rec #my recs #hpdm #hp fic rec #froidefille recs

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pinkcherryblossomphonecase · 5 months ago

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Sugar Crash

(Cooper eats too much candy on Halloween when he was still apart of XY)

Tags: @myluckymoon @oscarsgallery @justsigma-bsd @kijimha @city-of-c0rpses @deeply-moonstruck @doakarma

Never in my life have I ever had to beg for candy. But I was so desperate for some. Normal food and meals were already a privilege to have, but candy, sweets, desserts, was impossible to ever have. If I ever wanted anything remotely sweet, I had to be on good behavior for the entire week, just to earn a single slice of cake or a scoop of ice cream. It was a little reward system to keep me in line.

The only problem was it was the day of Halloween, and unfortunately, I wasn't on my best behavior that week due to an incident earlier during the week. So that means I wasn't allowed to have any candy or sugar as a reward. Normally, I would be fine with this light punishment, but something about Halloween always made me sugar crazy. Like a spell or trance has me in choke hold, and I need to consume candy or else it would be the end of the world for me.

And here I was, quite literally begging on my knees in front of Master X. He was busy doing some paperwork. At first, he looked amused that I would go to the extremes of begging for a few pieces of candy. But after a while, I think I annoyed him enough, or he got bored as he let out, scoffed with a sigh.

"Cooper, stop it. I have work to do, and you're distracting me. Keep this up, and I won't give you any sweets for a month." He harshly stated, mildly annoyed.

"But master you don't understand! I need candy right now! This is a once a year day where my body loses control and goes insane if I don't consume sugar." I plead.

Master rolled his eyes, his hand reaching for the drawer to take out the duck tape he keeps in there to shut me up. "You're not possessed, Cooper. Now quit it."

I reached for his hand and tried to stop him. "Please, just for one day. All I want is some lollipops and chocolates. I'll stop complaining if you let me have this one privilege."

"We don't even have any c-"

"Liar! I saw a whole bag you kept hidden for the others in the closet while I was putting away your laundry!" I yelled in desperation. Normally, I wouldn't dare step out of line like this ever. But I promise you, it was the desperation for candy that drives me this mad. I truly do lose control over myself on this one day.

Master was about to slap me and shut me up with the tape, but I looked at him with pleading eyes. I was determined to win this fight. A bit too stubborn. After staring at me for a while, he gives an annoyed groan.

"Fine. You can have some. Just don't eat the whole damn bag and no sugar for a month afterwards." He scoffed.

I practically bounced and beamed with joy. "YAY! :D THANK YOU MASTER!" I gave a quick hug before running off to get the bag.

Oh what joys it was to rip open the bag and dig around for the good candies. Butterfingers, Tootsies Rolls, Dumbdums, Airheads. It was a dream come true as I munched and feasted on the sugar like it was a fine dine meal.

Master X shouldn't have left me unsupervised. Someone should have kept an eye on me and stopped me. Because I ate and ate like there was no tomorrow. Before I knew it, the entire bag was empty, and I was reaching in for nothing.nothing.

That's when the crash hit and everything just shut down, leaving me on the floor.

I should have been back to doing my chores. But here I was, laying on the floor of the living room, clenching my stomach as I groaned in pain. It's like a train just suddenly hit me and everything in my system has shut down. Talk about sugar overload.

Other members walked by and pasted me, not giving a crap about my suffering. They all gave me a weird look, silently scolding me for eating the entire bag of candy.

Even master came by, but he just shook his head. "I told you not to eat the whole bag. Now, you must face the consequences of your actions. Enjoy your sugar crash. No more sweets for you for an entire month."

"So worth it, though...." I mumbling on the floor, passing out right there. I probably slept there for the night with a bucket besides me. Still worth it in the end.

#bsd oc #cooper the butler #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs oc #bsd #writing #short story

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celestie0 · 1 month ago

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Reader is stronger than me because I would've had the delivery guy standing outside until we were done 😭 But real talk, I absolutely love that even though Gojo was the one that initially proposed sex as stress relief (joking or not), he was also the one that wanted the two of them to understand the line they'd be crossing once they slept with each other (hate him so much for being responsible and mature)

The little man-off between Gojo and Choso had me so 😩 it's so weak of me, but I can't help but love a bit of possessiveness even if it's not fully genuine. I wonder what Choso was thinking when he was watching them interact in front of them. They already act like a married couple without even noticing it, it must've shook him since he doesn't buy it.

It's so funny seeing how Gojo and Reader are like my husband and I when it comes to shopping. I'm absolutely more chaotic and I love to look around only to end up leaving with shit I didn't need. My husband only goes in to get what he needs and leaves immediately like the monster he is :(

I love that Gojo indulges Reader with almost all of her shenanigans. The treats from Costco, allowing her to tag along for the day, giving her a tour of the (house they're probably gonna live in I hope), and playing up his husband role in front of Choso. He's already doing so much for her that it makes me so giddy knowing he really is keeping that promise he made to her mom.

I mentioned this for last chapter but I have to gush about this again because it's my absolute favorite. I LOVE how natural their relationship is, the development between how comfortable they are with each other compared to the start is *chef's kiss*. Gojo running his future plans by her without realizing it? That's that good shit right there. It's best when it's subconscious 😩

Nobody does a chapter of yapping like you, the way you manage to make dialogue seem so natural and have it flow so well must be studied because it's absolute peak. The domesticity, the tension (sexual and romantic) give me life. The pacing is so good I find myself getting lost in my head envisioning what you've written out for us and before I know it, end of chapter 🥲.

The difference between the house reader grew up in and their hopefully future house they toured today in. Ugh as someone that has some experience with what she's going through, it's nice to lose yourself in a fantasy. Sometimes, I'd browse Zillow and imagine myself in the pictures I see on my screen. I hope her and Gojo get to live out all their dreams, I feel like they're gonna go through it before then 😭

I super super appreciate you putting out another banger of a chapter. I hope I wasn't too flip floppy with the subjects in my ask, I had a lot to go through in my head so I just typed them out as they came to my head 🥲 thank you for sharing your work with us and I really really hope life is treating you well 💙

HIIII makimais darling thanks you for another sweet ihm chapter review :''''') i look forward to these sm

LMFAOOO telling the delivery guy to stand outside until the two of you are done is so funny to me 🤣🤣🤣 you're so real for that tho. and yes how dare he be sexually responsible 🙄🙄 haha the part in the chapter where reader mentions his xy chromosome caveman instincts failing to pull through was one of my fave lines

SAME honestly ihm choso & gojo's dynamic i was kinda nervous about because them interacting put my head in a brain freeze but then...once i started to write for them...ohohohoho it'll be a lot of fun writing their interactions together. and i think their interactions will also surprise some of my readers xd we'll see in the next chapter!!

LOL yea i think men tend to be more practical about shopping. which is ok...... unless you have a retail addiction. for me shopping in costco is leisure, i don't enjoy being rushed

stoppp i'll sob. i'm so glad those moments stick out to you!! it's so true that he kinda shows he cares in all these little moments. even though she's kinda chaotic, he's just kinda along for the ride. i need a man like that

ouuu thanks bb :'') i'm so happy it all feels real to you and that you can envision it in your head!!! i envision my stories in my head so vividly, and so it brings me joy to hear that my readers can too.

haha no dear i appreciate it <3 i know my chapters are so long too so the fact you take time out of your day to address the different aspects of them means a lot to me! much loveee n take care <33

#in holy matriphony #asks

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urauntiefaye · 1 year ago

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OMG i saw ur post about leehan with breeding kink (?)!!!!!!!!!!

ur writing really entertains me, thank u very much༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

if ur request is still open, can i request about me keeping my pregnancy a secret from Nicholas for 4 months and wanting to leave because I thought he would dump me for the safety of his career which has only been running for a year (even though he wouldn't do it!) || idol!nicholas x fem!reader 😙 || (scenario: i'm pregnant with a babygirl)

nicholas is my biaswrecker and i want to hear 'this' version 🤙

Those Two Little Lines-Nicholas(❤️‍🩹,🌸)

Word Count: 892

CW: Angst, Y/N AFAB, Pregnancy, Idol!XY/N, pet names(Nicho calls you his babydoll, doll) Mentions of female anatomy, fluff at the end. Let me know if I missed anything

A/N: Omggg anonie you have no idea how much that means to me 🥲. Also Nicholas is my bias and when I say I've had so many thoughts about this man 😭😭. But I hope this is what you meant and that you like it!. Story down below!

You and your best friend both sat on your bathroom floor. You were curled up in a ball, your hand through your hair as your friend rubbed your back. “God, I do not think I can handle this right now”, a heavy sigh left your lips as you looked at your friend. “I know babes, but hey I’m sure no matter what everything will be fine okay?” b/f/n, you looked up at them. Your eyes were puffy from crying, stress having taken a toll on you. “But what if he leaves me?”You said through broken sobs, your friend only giving you a look of pity. Not knowing how to respond. After a moment of silence and your friend holding you a loud beeping came from your phone, signaling that it has been five minutes. Both of you stood up, you took a deep breath, shaky hands reaching out to the tiny stick. As soon as you opened your eyes you felt your heart drop to your stomach following a strong burst of tears. “Shit!” you yelled loudly crying, slamming it back onto the counter, your friend held you close in attempts to comfort you as their eyes fell on the two little blue lines on the stick.

After a few months have passed, you have spent trying to figure out how to tell Nicholas of your pregnancy. Not only were you both so young, but you were worried he would leave you or convenience your to get rid of the child. Considering he has only been an idol for a year. You knew that he needed to put his focus on that. And the fear of how the fans would react if it got leaked to the public. Nicholas was already receiving some backlash for being in a relationship. Luckily most of the Lunes seem to love you. You tried to hide the pregnancy as much as you could while trying to figure out how to tell him. But with time going on it was getting harder and harder to hide it. You started to show signs of craving, and your belly started to swell a little, and your doctor appointments became more frequent for your regular check ups. It wasn’t until today that you had finally come to a decision. You had your anatomy ultrasound appointment today. The day where you found out your baby's gender. Once you heard the words “it’s a girl” fall from the doctor's mouth you couldn’t help but feel both excited and scared to say the very least. It was then that you had come to the conclusion that you must leave. You couldn’t put this kind of pressure on Nicholas and you couldn’t handle having to confront him. As you went home you instantly started packing your bags, grabbing only the necessities you needed. Your friend had agreed to let you stay with them in the meantime. As you were packing you felt a pair of warm hands grab your waist. “Baby? What are you doing?”, you immediately turned around, feeling all of the blood in your face disappear. “Nicho?, what are you doing home so early?”Nicholas looked at your open luggage and then back at you, confusion written all over his face. “We got let out early, are we going somewhere?”, the words ‘we’ made your heart ache a little. You stayed silent, words getting blocked in your throat. How the hell are you supposed to tell him, especially now. Emotions had overflowed you, causing you to break down into tears, Nicholas instantly becoming even more worried. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. Holding you ever so tightly as if he was going to lose you if he had let go. “Doll, what is going on? You know you can talk to me right?” His words only make you cry harder. You told him everything, all of your worries. You speed talked all of it, coughing and trying not to break out into another sob. After what seemed like an hour of you crying you had finally calmed down, Nicho whipping away your tears, he held your face gently and had you look up at him. He smiled softly, evidence of him crying shown on his face. “First of all babydoll, I would never ever leave you because of something like this. Yes my career is important to me, but you are by far way more precious than that. Secondly, I love you more than anyone can ever comprehend, I will never stop loving you, and you being pregnant with our child is never going to stop that. Only thing that will change is that I now have two beautiful girls to love. So please, don’t ever think you have to hide or anything else from me okay? I want to be there with you, throughout every little step.” His words reaching your heart, he leaned in and pressed a loving kiss upon your lips, a small sniff came from you “I-I’m sorry for not telling you”, he rested his forehead against yours as he held you, “there’s nothing to be sorry about my love, just promise me to never keep anything from me again, okay?” he whispered loud enough for only you to hear, “I promise” you whispered back, smiling up at him lovingly.

#&team imagines #&team soft hours #&team reactions #&team nicholas #auntiefaye🧚🏻‍♀️#&team au #&team nicholas soft hours #&team Nicholas soft thoughts

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doyou000me · 1 year ago

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Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better:

Tagged by @lurkingshan - thank you for the tag!

3 Ships You Like:

Luca and Vincenzo. They're my rare pair hell ship and I'll keep it afloat singlehandedly if I have to. Luckily I don't, because there's two of us holding up the fort on Ao3, and @ristique-xy and I are basically feeding each other at this point.

For those of you who haven't seen it, Vincenzo is a Korean drama from 2021. Vincenzo is the main character and Luca has like 5-10 minutes of screen time in the entire series. Nothing can convince me that they're not murderous lovers for life.

Yoh and Mizuki from My Personal Weatherman. I watched it, moved on, and then was reminded of it after a certain picture and discussion with @candidamay, which made me go back and rewatched MPW and now I'm trying to write a fic for them. It is resisting me but I shall employ stubbornness and persevere.

Kinnporsche. Again, I watched the show when it came out and moved on. Now incredible fanfics (go read Bad Bet by @luckydragon10 and The Power In The Taking by @iffervescent. Both are excellent and very NSFW - proceed with caution and heed the tags) and tumblr in general are slowly making me slide down the slippery slope into the fandom. Can't say I'm putting up any resistance. The Kinnporsche plotbunnies are breeding in my already overpopulated head.

Honorable mentions: PayuRain and PrapaiSky. Need I say more?

First Ship Ever:

My first ship must be something like 15+ years ago, so I really don't remember. Also, I don't think I've ever been big on exclusively shipping one pair of characters, so OTPs aren't really my thing. I tend to pick one favourite character and then ship them with pretty much any other character depending on what dynamic I want in the moment. I still do, but now I've started entertaining the idea of just throwing them all together in one big poly relationship.

Last Song You Heard:

Wonder by The Rose has been playing on and off in my head the last few days

youtube

Favorite Childhood Book:

The Redwall books by Brian Jacques.

Currently Reading:

Nothing. I tend to read in short, intense bursts (like a book/long fanfic in 1-2 days), and then I read nothing for a while.

Currently watching:

Love is Better The Second Time Around

Deep Night The Series

Bingeing:

Bloodhounds (rewatch with a friend)

Sandman (watching with a friend)

Currently consuming:

Yoghurt and musli with banana. It's breakfast.

Currently craving:

Juice.

Tagging @ristique-xy @functionalasfuck, @cryingatships, @candidamay, @7nessasaryevils because I'm curious about what's going on in your heads! Do it if you feel like it, ignore it if you don't :)

#tag game #kinnporsche #my personal weatherman #vincenzo #fanfics #Youtube

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nappingpaperclip · 1 year ago

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happy very late trans day of visibility we stay winning 💪💪 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

Trans people please rb and add your gfms and cashapps 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

Gonna get a bit personal cause to be honest? I don’t think non trans people really understand what it is like to be trans right now and some of y’all really need to hear this.

People outside of the man/woman sex dichotomy have existed in every culture throughout history since humans have existed. Yet people are still using the argument that being trans is a “trend” that young people are falling/being groomed into

This rhetoric leeches out of politics into the minds of young people, who turn around and externalize it onto their peers. Trans people, and especially young trans people are being bullied, harassed, followed home, beaten, raped, brutalized, and killed every day because of this line of thinking.

It’s literally the same argument used against gay people in the early 2000’s and 2010’s. I was there. I heard it growing up. It made it take much longer for me to realize that I was bisexual because of it. Because I didn’t want to be just hop on a “trend.” Well, more like I didn’t want to be accused of that. I didn’t want to be seen as less than over something I didn’t think was that big of a deal.

To be honest, I find that it was more accurate to say that I was being groomed into being a cis straight girl.

As someone who was actually groomed, and who knew I was not cis before that btw thank you very much, it’s fucking frustrating to see this argument be used to make it harder for me and other people like me to safely exist. It’s so fucking frustrating to see people co-opt my OWN trauma to take away my agency, and make it 1000x more dangerous for trans people, and especially trans women, to just literally exist.

Others tell us that our existence is a violation of biology, science, logic, or reason. Laughs in biology student. The human body is a complex organism with many moving and changeable parts. Humans are complex emotional beings with incredibly diverse cultures and roles within their respective societies. Biology isn’t as simple as XY and XX, and I’m tired of hearing this argument from people who don’t understand basic biology, and who don’t understand how language, science, and gender relate to culture.

It’s frustrating because even the “gender abolitionists” who claim to want to throw off the roles of womanhood still try to pin me and people like me into roles that fit their narrow worldview.

I cannot escape the roles that other people push on me, ever. I just want to exist. I can’t use EITHER bathroom without feeling unwelcome and unsafe. I can’t use a computer without articles and videos bashing trans people and our “dangerous gender ideology” or whatever popping up and ruining my day by making me feel guilty for literally just existing. I can’t look at the comments section on any post mentioning trans people, especially from my own local news, without seeing hateful comments wishing people like me death, saying we are all pedophile groomers, that we are delusional and should be locked up, that we need to be rounded up and shot to protect the children or traditional families or whatever.

Even the way people LOOK at me is dehumanizing and at times, humiliating.

I can’t go a single day at work or at school or in public without being stared at like I am some kind of freak because people can’t immediately tell what genitals I have. It doesn’t matter how polite I am or how small I make myself.

We remember the way you treat us. It sticks with us, shapes how we feel about ourselves and how we interact with the world. Just one of the many moments that still sticks with me was recently when I spoke at a city council meeting. I had a progress flag and a picture of Nex Benedict. This lady sat next to me and was kind and polite, until she saw the flag, and then she clammed up and refused to talk to me when I tried politely asking her something. You’d think I’d threatened her or was violating her rights just by being there the way she was looking at me.

Do y’all understand how fucking bad that feels? Seeing people make the connection, seeing the way their face drops as you watch them lose respect and all care for you in real time? Over something you can’t control? Something that doesn’t even effect them?

People literally see me and freeze, give me whale eyes and refuse to speak to me because they can’t tell what I am. I am a person. I try my best to be good and do good. Why is that not enough?

I’ve been told my whole life to just shut up and take it. No. No, I won’t do that. That doesn’t suit me at all. If you have a problem with that, that says more about you than it does me. You don’t get to complain about trans people making themselves be heard or making our transness a “part of our personality” when y’all harass and bully and kill us every day. It’s part of my personality because of the way I’ve been treated for it. I spent years of my life wishing and begging and dreaming that I was not trans, but it didn’t work. I tried very hard for so long to convince myself that I was cis. I can’t be something I’m not. My transness is a part of me and I will spend the rest of my life fighting for basic kindness and respect because of it.

If you wanted us to shut up then you’d leave us alone. Our existence is not part of some grand scheme or conspiracy. Our bodies and lives are not collateral damage.

Trans people are just people. We just want to be treated like people. We just want to live our lives without being forced into a box all the time.

You don’t have to “get it,” you don’t even have to agree, but you do have to respect our agency and respect that we know ourselves better than you do. Mind your own damn business. What we do to our bodies, how we dress or act, what bathroom we use, it does not affect you. Live and let live. Our existence should not be stomped out because it makes some people uncomfortable or confused.

We are people. We deserve to live. Let us live. Let trans people live

And to any other trans folk reading this: thank you for being here. You are a boundless, beautiful soul, and you are so, so loved. Your life is precious. Please keep fighting with us. I know it is scary right now but we will make it through this.

Our stories, our love, our hopes and dreams can never be stomped out or erased. I’m holding your hand and fighting with you. Let’s show love to the most vulnerable members of our community, like the black trans women and black trans men who need our support now more than ever, and the young ones who are terrified to go to school. You deserve to live. We all deserve to live. Your community is waiting for you with open arms. We will always cherish and support you, no matter what.

Sorry for the long personal post. I hope nothing but safety and love to everyone reading this, even if my existence or this post makes you upset. We are all human and everything else is secondary. Political, gender, class and other labels just divide us when we would be stronger together.

Love is always, always more powerful and more fufilling than hate.

If you can spare a few bucks please consider supporting my partner’s top surgery and survival fund. Thank you 💕

#.txt #trans #transgender #trans day of visibility #tdov #tdov 2024 #happy tdov

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spacemancharisma · 5 months ago

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i used to follow you a few years ago, I think around 2020-2022 maybe?? and every once in a while I'll check in and you seem a lot happier now than you did then, so that's really cool. I hope you have a good day!!! (also, fun fact: you were the first time i'd ever seen someone use neopronouns, and you responded very kindly to my ask about what the xy/xym in your bio meant, so thank you for that)

this ask made me so 🥺🥺🥺 because I am so much happier than I was back then, & I’m really emo that it's so clear to other people. I hope you have a good day too!! 💜💜

#ask #anon

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anotherworldash · 2 years ago

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Look at what i found on reddit

I'm laughing so hard at the pettiness X'DDDDDD I could talk all day about it.

I don't think Journeys writers hate Serena, though, they just prefers Pokeshipping.

(I don't hate her or Amour too actually, I wrote 2 fanfics of Riv4lCrushShipping and don't mind Amour as long as it's shown as respectful one-sided love, I JUST HATE THE CRAZY SHIPPERS)

That's why they fixed Serena's 'Ash obsession' in her last appearance in Journeys。 She no longer blushes over Ash like she did in XY, they changed her 'crush' into simple 'admiration' (I could swear XY serena would jump onto the boat lmao)

then, they kind of reverse the role with Misty by emphasizing Misty's (longtime) crush for Ash that many people had forgotten or missed for the past 10 years (AS THEY SHOULD) . For the final touch, they finalized it by making Ash noticed her crush for him, I love the great DETAIL that he cared about it enough to tease Misty, whereas he never reacted to Serena's crush on him.

Even as much giving Misty a hair accessory related episode. OK, you can call me deranged for this. Even fellow pokeshippers can agree to disagree with me here. But, I always see the hairtie as an analogy for 'support'. Just like holding on handkerchief symbolize bearing affection towards the owner. (I wrote about it in my post here : https://www.tumblr.com/anotherworldash/680442224201383936/pokeshipping-sumo-analysis)

Ash's presence supported Serena's character until she found her own dream and goals. At first, she didn't expect the gift, the gift was just there, intentionally given to her as a part of Ash's thankful personality. It's just like how she first met Ash. She didn't expect him to be there, but he just had to be there, and intentionally helped her because that's just how he is.

and on the flip side, Misty's presence was Ash's support. He borrowed her bike to brought Pikachu to the hospital, she defended the hospital when Team Rocket first attacked, and provided pretty much support and guidance during his first seasons. The best part is? He knew he needed it and asked Misty for it (the hairtie/support), and she said she was going to give the hairtie anyway x'D (THE FEELINGS ARE MUTUAL!).

(screencaps by : https://twitter.com/Games23_/status/1631873137800527872)

Overall, I just think that the writers return characters to their original purpose. Somehow during the making of XY they wanted to follow the formula of classic Shonen, therefore we come to this conclusion :

Misty -> to accompany and guide Ash , making him the admirable character he is now

Serena -> to showcase that the Main Character is admirable to others

There is no romance in PokeAni as it's a kid show and intentionally made to promote new products every year with every new seasons directed by different teams. But with all the fanwars out there, I think it's made clear that the writers place Misty as the main girl, and Serena, as the side girl. Just the classic Emilia vs Rem, or Chitoge vs Onodera.

I'm happy they made the mini series!! although i havent watched all episodes cause i'm still looking for official streamingsite in my country (ID) .

#Pokeshipping #Ask

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heykoonsy · 1 year ago

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Word Count: 3.7k+

Pairing: Husk x Angel Dust (HuskerDust/AngelHusk), slight Angel Dust x OC

Summary: “Give him everything but your ass.” Angel Dust was tasked with one job: convince the investor to subsidize Valentino’s agency. Angel was more of a closer to Valentino, enticing the wealthier of his associates into funding projects for him. However, this latest pitch didn’t go as planned and Angel’s hubris prevented him from seeing the potential drawbacks of a one night stand with someone Valentino marked. In this slow burn love story, Angel must confront the worst parts of himself if he is going to win back his career.

Content Warnings: Rated 18+ for foul language and threatening dialogue

Author's Note: I loved this HuskerDust scene!!!

Angel crossed his legs at the knee, paging through his next scene for the shoot today. He looked up at the stage crew, who were buzzing around assembling the set. He scanned the studio, taking note as Beck walked by with a few props to decorate the bedroom Angel would be strutting around for the rest of the day. Vercelli had someone toggling the lights, a few stage hands were making the bed. And then Angel’s eyes caught Tezan as he began making his way over to him.

Suddenly, Angel heard an alarm coming from across the room. He did his best to hide his amusement. Xy rushed over, a large pitcher of ice water swaying as she passed Tezan on the left. She skirted over to Angel and freshened up his water glass. With her other hand, she turned off her alarm.

“Thank you so much Xy,” Angel smiled sweetly at her.

Xy smiled back, and stayed by Angel’s side for a few moments. Angel took a hearty sip of his ice water, his eyes flickering over to Tezan. He furrowed his brow and Angel felt his chest swirl with pride. He wanted to laugh, cheer–but instead, he turned the page of his script and continued running lines.

Angel Dust had to give himself a hand, he really had this Tezan situation handled. During these last few days of filming, he’d been able to avoid nearly all contact with him. Like Xy’s water pitcher just now. Angel came in that first day and told Xy that he would be doing a cleanse which called for proper hydration first and foremost. So he asked that Xy provide him with ice water throughout the day. In fifteen minute increments.

That left him with just enough time in between water breaks to primp, run lines with his co-star and work. All while keeping Tezan at bay. The plan wasn’t without its drawbacks, however. Obviously having Xy run around for the last week fetching water was diva-behavior that she likely hated him for. It had to be annoying, if not torture. If Xy felt that way, she kept it to herself. Each time she came up to him, he made sure to thank her–and after all this business with Tezan was over he promised himself he would compensate her for her time.

Angel took another look on set to see if they were nearing completion. When they showed no signs of stopping, Angel rose from his chair. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Tezan perked up–ready to follow him wherever he was going next. Angel Dust quickly made his way to his dressing room.

When Tezan arrived at the open door of Angel’s room, he looked shocked.

“Hey baby, enjoying set today?” Angel asked, freshening up his makeup at the vanity.

Tezan seemed distracted so Angel looked back at him through the mirror.

“Oh, don’t mind Jax. He’s rearranging my dressing room today.”

Angel gestured towards Jax, who was moving around pieces of furniture within the room. He’d taken his suit jacket off, but otherwise remained untouched by the labor he was forced into doing.

“Changing the setup?”

“It’s like having a whole new room,” Angel said excitedly as he dabbed on more mascara.

It seemed that Tezan didn’t want to stick around very long after watching Jax at work. When he was gone, Angel looked over at Jax. “Thank you,” Angel Dust uttered quickly.

Using Jax today required some forethought–he had to arrange his help through Valentino. Luckily, Val was feeling charitable because he waved Jax off in seconds to assist his helpless Angel Baby. Little did Jax know that he was just being used to scare off Tezan.

But, as he was leaving, Angel noticed that Jax stopped working. Maybe he’d caught on afterall. Angel nodded at him all the same and returned to work.

“Angel, we’re ready for you on set,” Vercelli called after him.

Angel smiled and strutted over. “Actually, can I speak wit’ you for a sec?”

Vercelli looked like a deer in headlights, immediately concerned with what Angel had to talk about. He shooed away his entourage and ushered Angel off to the side so they could speak privately.

“What is it, Angel?” Vercelli asked, unable to hide his concern.

“Well, it’s just that,” Angel paused to find the right words. “I’m a little embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed of what, baby?”

“To do this scene with everyone watchin’.” Angel admitted. He looked up at Vercelli with his big doe eyes.

Vercelli nodded along. “I guess this is a pretty intimate scene,” he said, agreeing with Angel. “I’ll limit only essential personnel so you’re comfortable.”

Angel grabbed his arm, touching it softly. “Thank you, thank you,” he said, his voice high. “I really appreciate it.”

Angel Dust stepped back from Vercelli and sat in his chair. Then, like it was on que, Xy’s alarm went off. “Here’s your water Angel,” she said and quickly filled his cup. Angel sipped on the water, watching as Vercelli huddled up his essential personnel.

In a few moments, the non-essentials of the crew began walking out of the studio. Angel caught Tezan in his peripheral making a disapproving face as he was escorted out of the room.

“We’re ready for you Angel,” Vercelli said cheerily.

Angel handed Xy his cup and walked onto set. He looked at the bare bones crew and smiled at each one of them. “Alrighty,” he said, getting into position on the bed.

Angel Dust could feel eyes on the back of his head as he made his way to his dressing room. He had felt them for the better part of a week now–and that was with Angel’s team running interference. Xy was still on water-duty, and Valentino handed off Jax pretty regularly to do any mundane task that suited Angel. Not to mention Vercelli was still buying his “I’m too shy” routine. The upside to working with Vercelli was that he didn’t know Angel very well.

But Tezan did know Angel well–and he wasn’t buying it. He didn’t care for whatever cleanse Angel was on. Thought that the meat-head skulking around Angel’s dressing room was for little more than intimidation. He also knew that whatever vanilla shit Vercelli wrote in his scripts was far too innocent for what Angel had done in the past. Angel knew that this moment was coming–and coming fast it seemed.

As Angel Dust got comfortable in front of his vanity, he opened the drawer to fiddle with something quick. When he looked up in his mirror, he saw Tezan.

“Hey suga’,” Angel cooed. His eyes went to Jax, who was busy hanging a bunch of new headshots. “Thanks, Jax, I appreciate your help!”

Tezan bulked up as Jaz passed him–giving him a glare as he brushed past him in the doorway. Angel beamed as he faced Tezan.

“Come in, we haven’t talked in foreva,” Angel said, beckoning him closer, feigning innocence.

Tezan skulked in, eyes narrowing at Angel. He looked pissed, and who wouldn’t, after being denied what he wanted for so long? Too bad.

“It’s hard to get you alone these days,” Tezan said. Straight to the point.

Angel smiled back at him. “Yeah, set has been crazy these last few weeks, but that’s the business baby.”

Tezan made a noise in the back of his throat like he didn’t believe him. Angel sat back and crossed his legs. He was still in his outfit from set, some black lingerie and stilettos. He watched as Tezan consumed him–taking in every exposed bit of flesh like he was starving for the sight.

“Now that the shoot is over, is Val gonna let you out to play?” Tezan said, coming closer.

Angel put a finger to his chin, thinking. “Oh gosh, I’m not sure. When did you have in mind?”

Tezan grinned, leaning up against a wall. “How about tonight? We can celebrate–get you a decent Bay Breeze this time.”

Angel made a face, “Oh golly,” he scratched the back of his head. “I’m actually going dancin’ with Berkeley tonight.”

Tezan’s smile dropped immediately, “Berkeley?”

“Yeah, we really hit it off,” Angel Dust lied–convincingly apparently–because Tezan crossed his arms. “Val has me scoping out more investors for his next big project.”

“So he’s whoring you out again?”

Angel cocked his head at the bite of Tezan’s question. It was oozing with venom. “Careful sweetheart, if I’m the Whore, wouldn’t that make you the John?” He returned his venom back on him.

“If Val thinks Berkeley is a better fit, then I’ll take my money somewhere else.” Tezan threatened.

Angel stood and walked over to Tezan, “I don’t understand why you’re gettin’ all upset, I mean, more investors means more money dollin’ up you-know-who.” He struck a quick pose.

Tezan grabbed Angel’s arm and threw him back into the chair. “Why the fuck would anyone want some used-up whore in another porno?” He bit out, stepping closer to Angel’s vanity. “Val is wasting all of his resources trying to keep some dime-a-dozen tart like you relevant.”

Angel flinched as he got closer to him, the ferocity of his words cutting deep.

“I’ll take my money somewhere else,” Tezan stood up and turned away from Angel. “Let’s see if Valeninto survives another picture falling through.”

Angel turned around and watched him in the mirror of his vanity. Tezan touched one of the headshots that Jax had just hung this afternoon. He watched a sneer come across his face as he tore it off the wall and threw it to the floor.

“Valentino will look like a joke, and you’ll be just another has-been.”

Angel Dust watched as he left his dressing room. He waited a few minutes until the coast was clear. He looked into his vanity mirror, eyes flickering over his unchanged expression. No anger, no tears. Nothing. Angel opened the drawer of his vanity again and threw something into his purse. He refreshed his makeup and once he was ready, he stood up and exited the studio.

He had some shopping to do tonight.

Angel Dust swung open the doors of the hotel, the shopping bags that filled his arms swaying violently from the motion. He had bags on every arm, the weight slowing him down significantly–but it would be worth it.

“Jesus,” Angel heard Husk say from the bar. “Did you clean out the whole mall?”

Angel skipped over with glee, dropping all of his shopping bags onto the bar. “As a matter of fact,” Angel sat down on his stool, “I did!”

Husk recoiled, returning to wiping down the bar on the far side.

“I used my points, so everything was basically free.” Angel said as he pulled out a few things from his many bags. “Like, look at these leggings,” Angel prompted, pulling out a pair of leggings that read JUICY on the butt. “All these bags are mine.” Angel said, pulling over his hoard.

Husk shook his head. “And the rest?”

Angel looked over at him, a smile forming quickly. He peered over at the four other bags that he’d filled with stuff at other retailers at the mall. He tossed his stuff over and beckoned Husk over. “These are gifts,” Angel said.

“Gifts?”

Angel smiled. “Yeah,” he grabbed the pink bag and took out the perfume bottle that was placed inside the tissue paper. “This one is for Xy,” he said, handing it over to Husk.

He took the delicate bottle in his hands and looked at the label. “Looks expensive.”

“She knows her perfume–it had to be,” Angel winked.

Husk handed it back, then watched as Angel put it back quickly.

“I was a little stumped on what to buy Jax–but then I figured he carries a lot of stress,” Angel said as he whipped out a box. “It’s a shoulder massager! And believe me, the boy could use it.”

“Let me guess, he sees you and a vein in his forehead pulses?”

“That’s weirdly specific,” Angel said, eyeing him carefully. Angel pulled out another bag. “I kept it simple with Vercelli–a congratulatory bottle of champagne.”

Husk rolled his eyes. “And the other one?”

“That one’s a secret,” Angel said, tucking the dark green bag with the rest.

Husk shrugged, tossing his rag onto his shoulder and turning away from Angel. “So why all the gifts?”

“They’ve been helping me out a lot at work,” Angel said, lifting himself over the bar while Husk was busy stacking up more bottles. “I’ve been following your advice.”

Husk stopped in his tracks, but didn’t turn around. Angel used that time to grab what he needed. When Husk turned around, he smiled widely, hoping Husk hadn’t noticed anything missing.

“When did I give you advice?”

Angel made a face, “A couple of weeks ago? You forgot?”

Husk shrugged, “I don’t usually give advice.” He said, brushing it off. Angel watched as his shoulders returned to whatever task they were trained on before he moved again.

“That investor I was telling you about? They were keeping him at bay.”

Husker looked back at Angel for a split second. “Something tells me they didn’t offer their services.”

Angel’s eyes fell towards the bags. Husk wasn’t asking for an answer so he didn’t bother. Instead, he finished setting up what he’d taken from the bar. “You know,” Angel said quietly, “I got you somethin' too.”

“If it’s matching JUICY leggings, I don’t want ‘em,” Husk said without turning around.

“It’s not, I promise.”

Husk turned around, his eyes immediately going to the bar. Angel had set three jiggers upside down on the bar with a rolled napkin in front of one of them. He looked like he was caught off guard, because he stood there shocked for a moment. He stepped closer, sighing.

“What is this?”

“You guess which jigger has the ball under it and then you get your present,” Angel explained, a wide grin plastered onto his face.

Husk sighed again, longer. Still he pressed his hands against the bar and nodded at Angel to get on with it.

Angel started by raising the jigger in the middle and obscuring the napkin ball from view. Angel began mixing up the jiggers at a leisurely pace, Husk following his hands without issue.

“You’re bad at this,” Husk commented, watching intently as Angel moved.

Angel frowned and began mixing them up faster in response. He stopped abruptly. “Okay, which one?”

Husk didn’t even think about it, he selected the one to his right.

“Are you sure?” Angel asked with a shit eating grin.

Husk looked up at Angel–into his eyes. “Yes.”

Angel pouted. He lifted the jigger and there was the napkin ball. “Okay, you win. Get ready for your present.”

“Look, it takes a while to get good,” Husk said as she leaned his elbows onto the bar. “I could teach y–

Angel grabbed Husk’s face in his hands and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. Once he was finished, Angel stood up from the stool and grabbed his bags. He moved through the lobby quickly, not bothering to stick around.

Husk stood there for a moment, eyes barely catching Angel’s back as he disappeared down the hallway to the elevator. He fixed his posture, back straightening. He took a moment to quiet his thoughts–eyes narrowing as he felt his cheeks flush.

He calmed himself down enough to register that he needed to clean up after their little game. Husk grabbed all three jiggers, shaking his head at the stupid exchange. Then, he paused, looking down at the bar.

Underneath every jigger was a rolled napkin ball.

Angel took his time putting together the little gift-basket he had planned for Valentino. He started with a small basket, filling it with crinkle paper. Then he tossed in some of Val’s favorites–some expensive chocolates, the green gift bag he’d shown to Husk–and most importantly–a card signed by his best money-maker.

Angel looked behind him as he stuck one last thing deep into the crinkle paper. Jax looked huffy–like he was dreading being in Angel’s dressing room again. He smiled.

“Don’t worry–this is the last thing I’m gonna have you do for me,” Angel said, picking up the gift basket and handing it off to Jax. “Can you give this to Val for me?”

Jax looked at Angel like he loathed him.

Angel then went back to his vanity–where Jax’s present was sitting all wrapped up. He grabbed it and then put it in Jax’s other hand.

“This is for all your help these last few weeks.”

Jax’s expression softened–he was angry about having to do a bunch of nonsensical tasks for Angel–but he couldn’t deny that it was for a good cause. He nodded a quick thank you and carried on with his next task. Angel watched as he left.

As if on que, Angel heard an alarm blaring from somewhere off in the studio. Then, he heard Xy’s hurried footsteps as she tripped over herself to get into Angel’s dressing room. She breathed heavily, the pitcher of water she’d been not five feet from all month sweating in the heat of the studio.

“Thank you Xy,” Angel grabbed the pitcher and filled it himself. He then offered her the cup.

She was surprised, but took it anyway.

“I wanted to thank you for helping me out with my water situation,” Angel said, pulling the pink bag out and handing it off to her.

She opened the bag and peered inside. Her eyes went wide. “Angel, you didn’t have to–

“I did,” he said. “You’ve been such a big help to me–I appreciate it!” Angel could have sworn he saw tears glistening in her eyes, but he didn’t draw any attention to it.

“Thank you so much, I’ve been wanting this one for a while,” she said happily.

Angel watched as she walked away, her clawed hands clutching the pink bag the whole way out of his dressing room.

Next was Vercelli.

Since filming had concluded, he would be one of two places. Angel exited his dressing room, gift bag in hand, and looked around the studio. His eyes scanned the set, watching a bunch of Vercelli’s crew disassemble the bedroom scene. Angel looked through them, eyes searching for where Vercelli could be. If he wasn’t with his team editing his masterpiece, that left one place for him to be.

Angel walked out of the studio and found his way to the elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor like he’d done hundreds of times before. The only difference this time is that Angel was unsure what he’d walk into. Val’s mood could change at the drop of a hat–and considering Jax had just delivered his gift to him–he might be a mixed bag of emotions right now. Add Vercelli to the mix and Angel truly had no idea what he was in for once he crossed that threshold.

Still, he walked out of the elevator and came face to face with Jax–who for once–was smiling at him.

Angel smiled back, happy that he’d succeeded in pleasing Jax. As he stood behind the door of Val’s office he took a deep breath. Okay, Angel thought, stalling complete. He reached for the doorknob, but instead knocked gently with his knuckles.

“Come in,” Val said quietly.

Angel did as he was told and opened the door quickly. He plastered a smile onto his face. He saw Val behind his desk and Vercelli sitting on one of the chairs in front of him. “Sorry to botha your meetin’,” Angel said, stepping closer to Vercelli. “I just wanted to congratulate Vercelli on his masterpiece.”

Val took a drag on his cigarette as Vercelli stepped closer to accept his present. Angel handed off the wine quickly. He thanked him happily.

“Val, did you get my present?” Angel asked, smiling.

Valentino looked up at Angel, his eyes flickering across his face. “I sure did Angel Cakes,” he smiled wickedly.

Angel nodded, “I’ll go dancin’ tonight.”

Val ashed his cigarette, “No baby, you take the night off. I’ll send someone else.”

Angel smiled at him in response. “Let me know if you need anythin’.”

With that, Angel left Val’s office and started walking back to the elevator. On his way, he saw Tezan coming out of the elevator.

“I didn’t see you in the studio,” Angel Dust asked, plastering on a fake smile.

Tezan stopped in front of Angel. “I’ve been meeting with other agencies all day–everyone wants a taste of me now that I work with Val.”

Angel got closer, cocking his head to the side. “You’re supportin’ his competitors?”

“I’m not going to be loyal to some cretin that looks down on me,” he sneered. “I’ll take my money back and invest in someone that employs talent.”

“Watch what you say, I could spill everything to Val,” Angel whispered, taunting Tezan with a joking tone.

Tezan laughed, “Why would he listen to what a stupid whore has to say?”

Angel’s smile dropped, his eyes went narrow. However, instead of getting angry, he simply put a hand on Tezan’s shoulder. “You’re right,” Angel chuckled. “Well, have fun at your meetin’. Keep me in mind when you make it big.”

Angel didn’t bother waiting for a response–choosing to saunter off quickly. He stuck around by the door of the elevator, his eyes glued to the wall. He heard Tezan’s receding footsteps, an opening and closing of a door, and silence.

Which was immediately followed by loud crashing, yelling and begging.

Angel smiled wickedly as he stepped into the elevator. He wondered if he should feel guilty about recording their conversation in Angel’s dressing room. Perhaps what was said in confidence should not have been quite literally gift wrapped and sent over to Valentino. Maybe Angel should have let Tezan get his petty revenge, tank another picture and teach Val a lesson. Afterall, Val looked down on him too.

But, at the end of the day, Angel wasn’t going to let his career suffer. Not again. He wasn’t going to have another failed project dropped at his doorstep. Val blamed him for losing Spitzers and having Tezan join the ranks. There was no way he was going to let himself be blamed for the destruction that followed Tezan’s hasty exit. Tezan should have thought about this aftermath from the beginning.

It was his own fault for getting into bed with Valentino in the first place.

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oceansssblue · 11 months ago

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Hi! I’m the one who requested the cryptic pregnancy one. Sorry that it was all practically written already lol. I have a tendency to talk a lot and get really detailed, so I think it carried over to my request. That’s a my bad on my part, but I’m thankful you did it. Thank you so much!

Out of curiosity, I’ve noticed in a lot of your pregnancy fics that the baby is always a boy or they assume that it will be a boy. Is it a confirmed thing that all children of clones will be boys? Idk much about Star Wars lore so I’m pretty clueless about almost everything lol.

Either way, thank you again and I hope you have a great day!

Heya! Np at all!

Honestly there was no specific reason behind it. I use "he" for a baby refering as neutral, not speficially a boy or girl. Just a someone, a person. It perfectly could have been a girl.

But you've got me thinking. I'm a med student and I've studied just a tiny bit of genetics. Idk exactly how cloning works, ofc, but our beautiful soldiers have literally had their genes altered, so MAYBE, just MAYBE, their TRAITS would have more chance to be transmited to their offspring than those of their partner. I'm guessing too that Kaminoans probably made sure it happens that way to ensure they'd have more soldier like humans in case the clones had the oportunity to reproduce; those long-neck mad labrats. However, genetical traits that can be passed on to offspring (like if you carry the gen for a specific disease, or how many genes you have that determine your height), DON'T have the same inheritance as gender.

Remember said baby is NOT a CLONE like it's father. It has a dad who is a clone, and a mum who isn't. So basically you're still doing the gender mix of two everyday humans, let's say. Let's remember biological gender works like this:

- You have one spermatozoid from dad.

- One ovule from Mum (always X).

And then, when babymaking happens, said spermatozoid swims like a professional towards mum's price.

- If said spermatozoid is an X-spermatozoid, when joined with mum's ovule = you have an XX. So you'll have a GIRL.

- If said spermaotozoid is an Y-spermatozoid, when joined with mum's ovule = you have an XY. So a BOY.

With this, you might think; okay, then the reason a couple has a majority of BOYS instead of girls must be that the dad has a majority of spermatozoids of type Y. And viceverse. Well, bad news; it isn't like that.

There have been studies that investigated the spermatozoids of a man with all offspring being boys (4boys0girls) and a man with all ofspring being girls (4girls0boys). The results? No signficant differences in the amount of spermatozoids-X vs spermatozoids-Y. Which leans you to think the chance of someone having a girl or a boy remains just in luck; in pure chance of the first lucky spermatozoid that makes it to the ovule. And if in four different conceptions the first one has always been a Y-sperm, well, luck has given you four little boys. And viceversa.

However, (thoughts) it can't really be pure 100% luck, right? The probabilities of luck being responsible for a couple having 10 offsprings all MALE or all GIRLS... I mean, it's POSSIBLE, but... maybe there's something else there? Like everything with medicine, we have YET A LOT TO DISCOVER. In absolutely EVERY field of Medicine. Maybe this leaning towards a more boys or more girls resides on the ovule of the mum, which whose barrier may be more sensitive to be broken by a Y or X-spermatozoid. Maybe depending on the way the mum's inner maze is shaped a type of spermatozoid is more likable to run faster than the other. Maybe it's some kind of better compatibility that we haven't yet discovered.

So to sum up, and til more discoveries arise, the chances of our dear clones having boys or girls are always the same; ALEATORY LUCK. Now, physical traits and some other personality etc traits that have a part of genetic carriage (though more complex and usually involving maaaany more genes) are other thing; those CAN be inherenced and probably with more dominance than imaginary lucky mum.

Welp, I went on a bit of a tangent here. Things to remember:

- I'm a med STUDENT, not a genetic EXPERT. So i might have it all wrong. You're welcome to investigate.

- I refer to BIOLOGICAL inheritance regarding gender. So CROMOSOMES. I have no intention of offending anyone.

Hope this answers you well enough my anon friend!

Xx,

Sky.

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aki-346 · 1 year ago

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More HC For Pokemon Sunrise

I lost all my hc because I didn't know how to save it as a draft...BUT LETS HOPE I CAN REMEMBER EVERYTHING

(Im going to put Daigo and Alain again because I missed some hc)

General

Aki, Daigo, and Alain are in a friend group called "The Gang", this friend group is the people they usually hang out with, which is Aki, Alain, Daigo, Goh, Satoshi/Ash, Serena (and sometimes Mairin/Maron, Koharu/Chloe, Hikari/Dawn, and Mikuri) Thank you @for-315 for helping make "The Gang"

Alain & Daigo

Alains metagross is from Daigo (EVERYONES HC)

Alain gender is still man, but his sexuality is Pan

Alain, Daigo, Mairin have matching bracelets (the one Mairin wears in xy-xyz)

Daigos gender is Genderfluid but is mainly a guy but loves being feminine, but Daigos sexuality is gay, his first crush was Mikuri but he didn't understand his feelings but feel for Alain HARD. (we love the gays)

Shota does work for Devon company now.

Daigo has blue and yellow eyes in this AU (THANK YOU LAVY- I LOVE UR HEAD CANON)

Daigo, Alain, Aki do have matching bracelet things (the ones that have starts, hearts, etc in my redesigns)

When Alain arrived in Hoenn for the 2nd time because Daigo invited him (This HC is from Children of Science, PLEASE READ IT ITS WHOLESOME), they gave gifts to each other, Alain gave Daigo a rosegold necklace and Daigo gave him a bracelet that can hold a key stone but can be placed on a mega ring too, but Daigo also gave him a keystone <33. They both wear their gifts.

Daigo does give aki a custom made mega ring for Christmas.

(EHm- Daigo and Alain switch EMhhH.)

Aki-

Aki is my pokesona and is me :)

Aki was 13 when xy-xyz happened ( 3 year - 16 / 4 year - 20)

Akis birthday is on November 17, 2001

Aki gender is GenderFluid, and is Pan.

Aki lives with Alain, and Mirai.

Aki was the 5th placer in Kalos league (age 12), She placed again

Akis team is Gekkouga, Lizardon (Mega X), Absol (Mega), Shaymin, Diancie (mega), Cingerace.

3rd on the 2nd league (age 16) and placed 2nd (age 20-21)

Aki does have PTSD of having trust issues with friends, and social anxiety with her being extroverted. And is also scared to lose her loved ones

She has a girlfriend (Mirai) that kinda does pokemon performing but mostly does sewing and making clothes (the same with Aki).

People would hate her team because it has 2 mythical pokemon is "over powered" but Diancie and shaymin are in the same level as Akis other pokemon.

Here we go TRUMA . When she was a kid (5) , her mom had a leafeon as he partner because she did pokemon performing, but the leasfeon went missing for 1 week but when home and turns out it is really injured and is bleeding (ALOT), it died that same day on the door step. At the age of 8 her brother died, trying to save her life.

When she went to school she had only 2 friends because everyone thought she was annoying and too much, those friends accepted her as what she was, but then one day she was talking a lot about pokemon then her friends told her to "shut up" then figuring out that the people she thought accepted her, it hurt her so much. When ever she keeps talking about something none stop to The Gang, and she would usually think that they are ignoring her and keep talking to someone else, she would get quiet and stop, but they are actually listening to her and Alain comforts her when it happens

She was stuck on choosing either pokemon performing, or pokemon researching because her parents do those jobs but found pokemon battling amazing and cool, she choice that to be her path but her grandma didn't like it and said "your too much like a boy" and "Isn't pokemon battling only for the guys". Aki always had those words in her mind and through her jounrey she firgured that she really loved being masculine and didn't care who would stop her. She cut her hair and changed her outfit, her grandma was disappointed in her but her parents were so proud because she found herself. (DAMN I WROTE A LOT SORRY)

I MIGHT HAVE TO MAKE A PART 3 AGAIN- BUT FEED ON THIS FOR NOW- <3

#Aki #Aki pokemon Trainer #incombustibleshipping #pokemon alain #daiala #anipoke #screaming #Hc for Pokemon Sunrise #Pokémon Sunrise Au #trainer alain #alain #Pokesona #I MIGHT HAVE TO MAKE A PART 3 #SORRY FOR THE WAIT #I THINK I FORGOT THINGS

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2, 12 & 22 for the ask game 👀✨️

hellllllo:)

2. what was your first region: sinnoh!!! first game was pokemon diamond in 2009/10 so i was 9/10 years old lol. i know that place like the back of my hand lol

12. who/what got you into pokemon?: ooo i like this one. my first exposure to pokemon was as a lil kid cause my older cousins were huge fans as it starting rolling out in the 90s. they collected cards and everything (a lot that are now in my hot mess of a collection lol)

my first game was pokemon diamond on my shitty R4 chip and i loved it so much i bought an actual copy. as a teenager i played like 20 minutes of xy when it came out but what really got back into the franchise (at 21) was when my best mates + brother told me the … infamous … bdsp was coming out. despite that game being a bit of a hot mess it made me re-fall in love with the series! i’ve no exaggeration been playing pkmn games non-stop since then

22. if you were a gym leader what would your typing/theme be: hmmm a harder one. at 11-16 i would of said poison or dark, if you asked me at 18/19 i would of said psychic cause of the weird ass life i lived but now? well my fave typing is easily ground so i’m gonna say that!! i think it fits my stubborn personality and inability to accept change well LMAO.

thank u 4 the ask, hope ur day is well :) 🤎

#asks

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hi im fucking obsessed with orbweaving and your other album & EP.

im so curious about your creative process- is there anything you can share about how u go about songwriting, finding your style, collaborating vs working independently? do u produce any of your own stuff? sorry too many questions ok ily bye

Hi thank you sm for listening 🥹

1. As far as songwriting goes, I can go a few ways. The thing that happens most often is phrases or lines or choruses, etc. come to me independently, randomly throughout the day. I write them down all in one place. Later on, this could be days after, or a year after, I take all of the phrases and lines that work well, with each other, thematically and string them all together into a song. Kind of like picking berries from a bunch of different plants, and then afterwards, putting all of the different berries in their own buckets. Does that make sense? Sometimes I can write a song in one day, sometimes it takes me two years to write a song. Regardless, whether not, I have actual lyrics or something, I tend to think of concepts for songs way before anything is on paper, when I’m developing an album, especially. Like, I know that X album is going to have a song about XY and Zand I keep that in mind when things come to me.

Finding my style has been predicated on years and years of obsessive listening. Music, particularly the kind of music I listen to, is my autism special interest. I tend to have two different kinds of influences, textural influences: Slowdive, my bloody valentine, Godspeed You black Emperor, grouper, duster. And then I also have a influences that “teach”me more about lyrics and general songwriting. Carissas’s Wierd, Giles, Corey, Lisa Germano, Songs Ohia/ Jason Molina, Low. Some of these artists can fit into both camps. It sounds really cliché, but I tend to think of the artists that help me develop my sound less as influencers and more as “teachers”,as much as listening to bands and artists I love is just a part of daily life, catharsis, and such, I am also learning, even if it doesn’t feel like it. As far as finding my style goes, Knowing what to do with everything I’ve learned, it’s been a lot of years of sitting up in my room and fucking around on my guitar. Knowing what sounds good, doing what doesn’t work well. I don’t consider myself a technically proficient guitarist, but I consider myself very emotionally proficient. When it comes to instrumentals, I’d much rather engender feelings of loss or heartbreak or nostalgia or devotion, rather than composing something “impressive”. Though the common denominator in all the music I’ve made is an ethereal type of sound, it continues to evolve. The self titled, and the violet EP were very classic shoegaze, the releases, before that, many of which I’ve taken off the Internet, are much more arcane, sometimes “folky” form of that. The material for Orbweaving, and the material for the solo LP I’m releasing this year still have moments of a heavy layers and lots of ambience— but there’s also some more sparse moments, more of a “slowcore” kind of deal. I really want to move towards having my vocals more so front and center, as I become more confident in both my singing, and my songwriting. I was born into a family where everyone was naturally impressive singers, and it just so happened that I was the only one that wasn’t, so a lot of my older music was subconsciously, built around, hiding my voice. As I continue to develop it, it feels good that I can remove a veil of two if that makes sense.

Working with others, is relatively new to me, when I was in high school and college, I never really joined anyone else’s band (aside from an industrial band I was in for about a month) and though I had a live band playing for me much of the time, all of the compositions we’re done by me. I honestly used to tell people that Vyva was “a band” because it seems like people respected me a little bit more versus if I promoted it as a solo project. I was a band Kind of a control freak and that way, so working with Madeline opened up my mind a lot. I’m much more in love with the idea of collaboration now. Since working with her in summer of 2021, i have done live guitars for a couple SRSQ tours, and have been working on some of the guitars for Ethel Cain’s records—so working on Orbweaving opened up a lot for me mentally. For me, collaboration is a lot about relinquishing, having faith in the other person or other people you’re working with. It can be really hard, but I’m glad I’ve started moving towards that because it feels wonderful.

Everything up until “Orbweaving” I produced at home, the only thing I needed someone else’s help with was mastering. Me and Madeline did a lot of mixing together when I was in New Mexico, but in the following year, she finalized all of the mixes on her own. The upcoming solo LP, l enlisted the help of a producer to record me in a studio and mix the record. Also to record drums (the instrument I feel the least confident with, used to do all of it digitally) and some of the bass. The process, pandemic obstacles included, took about two years. I’m only just getting it remastered, because I wasn’t happy with the first round. Some of the guitars I recorded on my own at home, and there are three features on the record (teehee) that for recorded by the vocalists at their respective houses and places of living. In general, though, very much my first foray into having someone else take the reins on my own record. For the next album, which, because the solo LP has taken so long, I have almost completely written, I want to do a mix of a studio work with a producer, but also try to get as much recording done at home as I can. I have a lot to relearn when it comes to mixing my own music.

#vyva melinkolya #slowcore #midwife #shoegaze

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