#thanks for sticking by during the process LOL

[woetoy]

And I'm bad like the Barbie 💞 I'm a doll, but I still wanna party 🥂

[hplonesomeart]

Hey!! So turns out a video I made between a certain “well beloved but highly sensitive/emotionally reactive T.V” and an “orange haired inkling-turned-human” has managed to sweep my YouTube channel and accumulate 100k VIEWS!! THAT’S A LOT OF PEOPLE ACTUALLY?? My most widely viewed video EVER to exist in this moment in time?? AAAAA?? Not even mentioning the various comments and staggering increase in subs! It’s so much more then what I expected or even prepared for—might even be the most impactful thing to happen for me this year <3

…aside from graduating high school + the social connections I’ve been fortunate to make lol

BUT THE POINT IS I’d been closely monitoring the YouTube growth through the entirety of October. It’s make me smile like a dork, gawk in astonishment, dance frantically in my room from the energy boosts, and grow courage to stop being so selective/self-conscious with what I wish to share with the world! It’s kept my ambitions going!

I needed to find some way to celebrate the occasion and express my thanks—because I can’t NOT acknowledge this milestone jksjskp. Typically I try to avoid getting tunnel visioned focusing on the metrics/numbers. Mr. Puzzles had already demonstrated how much those things can mess with the minds of creatives. Caring too much about chasing views or placing your artistic value in attention seeking gets damaging. But at same time…it’s hard to deny the sense of pride the 100k achievement has filled me with. I understand that reaching 100k views doesn’t immediately make me any “better” or “worse” then I was before. I’m still just me! It only helps me feel seen by others—and that’s all I really needed. To hear some nice words & receive reminders that my ideas are cared about. So thank you SMG4 fandom for that, seriously thank you.

Please accept this Mr. Puzzle drawing as a way of sharing the happiness around. He’s so entertaining. Love him for simply existing. So glad we can all collectively be super attached to him (and the rest of the SMG4 cast of course). Can’t wait to see more incredible artworks from the fandom :)

Just incase anyone is confused by my vague description over which “animated video” I’m referring to here—hopefully this photo will help clarify lol. It’s this one!! Sorry about not outright stating the title at the start, I got carried away with writing!!

I’ve been in an odd place mentally when thinking about it. Wondering to myself if any of the attention is deserved considering it’s not even fully colored and could be dismissed as “low effort” content (despite taking several days making it). It’s easy to get into a trap of comparing yourself to others and questioning how much of the videos success is based on your skills, sheer algorithm luck, or only because you used popular characters and catered to a specific fandom. And then judging yourself by looking at other peoples videos. I’ve seen several artists post higher quality works then my own but it somehow gets less views. So why did mine succeed when others (who should have gotten just as much attention if not more) didn’t? Sometimes you feel like you’ve unfairly robbed them of that chance to be seen. However I’ve realized that I can’t ever expect views to be consistent—and comparing is pointless. So why worry about it or feel inadequate? I mean it’s pretty common for funny cat videos to go viral, so who am I to question the system lol. “Popular” YouTube videos can range from a passion project which took 7+ artists…to a clip of Toad singing Chandelier or a nonsensical Vine sketch. Anything can happen when it’s the internet! And just-so-happened my video was chosen. I should stay glad about that and get rid of all the overanalyzing. So that’s what I’ve chosen to do :)

[emersonfreepress]

help i'm alive

So! Long time, no see. 2023 was a whole goddamn lot lol

I don't have a demo update to share yet, but that's because I had to scrap nearly everything I managed to write during a very, very, very bad stint of writer's block last year. I hadn't even realized it had been a block like that until I went over my work so far last month and realized it was bad -- like, trust me; a slog to read that didn't even sound like me. It's been extremely frustrating but I've finally broken free of that and it's been easy and actually fun to write again for the first time in actual years. I just hate giving updates that have no actual news in them. And I really had nothing to share other than: I deleted thousands of words and feel so much better now 😅

Anyway, little about my demo plans have changed: I'm still putting out the Chapter 3 demos in Choicescript/on Dashingdon and then will be going dark to move things over to Twine. Where I am in the process right now is... feeling like 35% done with the overhauled version of this chapter and 50% done for the next demo update.

As far as asks, I'm... not really sure what to do?? I believe I've read them all (I love you guys), but so much time has passed since getting most of them that I'm not sure if it's, like... still pertinent??? To go back and answer them?? I suppose some of them like character asks could be, but all the nice messages of support -- that feels weird since I've practically ghosted this blog since August! Idk. Y'all tell me what to do with 'em and I'll do it. Maybe I should make a poll.

Uh... that's really all there is to say regarding the game! I've added some personal stuff after the cut, but if you're done here: Thanks for reading and sticking around. It means the world, for real.

So what has occupied my time all this time? Doctor, therapy, money, and friends. And improv! But especially the first two. There was a lot of non-writing related stuff fucking up my ability to focus and write, so hopefully with my mind and body both feeling a lot better, I can get back to being present and active with the game. I didn't realize how physically unwell I was until last year and it's been like... life-long issues I've been treating. It turns out it's not normal to feel exhausted enough to sleep at any given time, at all times, for your whole life! wow!!

I also uninstalled Tumblr from my phone back in February, so you could say I'm sort of generally focused on offline life. (And what an interesting coincidence that my writer's block dissipated shortly after that...) I also just moved!! The last two weekends have been so expensive and stressful -_- But I can't even compare the old place to the new. We're basically paying the same price for idek how much more space. The cats are so happy; which means the house humans get to be happy.

My schedule is finally freed up from constant medical shit (there was a 3-month stretch this winter with multiple doctor appointments literally every fucking week 🙃🙃🙃). My mental health is doing a lot better -- literally incomparably better compared to where I was this time last year. There's live comedy now (which I dabble in, to be clear lol), but I've finally found myself able to like... balance it all. The physical and creative energy that goes into it all, anyway. The lovely thing about improv is that you kinda just show up and do your thing -- it doesn't cut into my writing time so much as it costs energy. Unless I end up in this comedy debate show thing next month, which I am very excited to give up writing time for

So like... Life is life-ing and I'm just vibing. Or something? I'll be around.

Thank you all again so much for your interest, support, patience, and readership <3

[live-laugh-legolas]

Hello!! Could you do headcanons of the fellowship + Faramir and what art they like/do as a hobby? Like painting, music, knit, and so on. Thank you!!

I was working on this but it got pushed to the back as I try to prioritize asks so this is perfect!

Hobbies of the fellowship (+Faramir)

Aragorn:

-Whittling

-He has a lot of downtime during his time as a ranger

-And he is surrounded by sticks and stuff and was probably already fiddling with a knife

-He often doesn’t take the little animals he makes with him so he either gives them to kids in a village he is near, or just leaves them around for someone to find

-I can also imagine him keeping a guitar with him so he can play around a fire at night during his travels

-A very humble player but also not shy about playing or singing if asked

Legolas:

-Anything physical really

-Climbing, swimming, gymnastics, etc

-He just needs to be moving

-He also has a habit of taking in orphaned or injured animals to nurse them back to health

-Would just have a squirrel in his pocket like Bob Ross

-His father has had to tell him multiple times that bunnies are not allowed on the dinner table

Gimli:

-He plays the flute

-Don’t ask how I know because no one will ever see him playing

-But he does

-He also enjoys jewelry making

-He’s a dwarf who appreciates a pretty piece of metal work or a perfectly shiny jewel

-I have an uncle who will sharpen knives at family gatherings because he doesn’t really want to talk to anyone (and I can’t blame him) but he also loves glitter and stuff, and that’s loosely how I picture Gimli

Boromir:

-I love that you mentioned knitting because that is exactly what I picture this man doing

-He’s not particularly good, but also not bad

-Mostly just makes scarves to relax

-Faramir has so many scarves and hats

-He definitely donates the extras that aren’t given to his brother

-Side note, he cannot crochet despite trying to

Frodo:

-Learning languages

-We know he has learned elvish to an extent and I think that this is a passion of his

-Loves to teach his friends “swears” that are actually compliments

-He also likes making origami

-Nothing too extravagant, just little cranes and stars maybe

-But he makes so many he doesn’t know what to do with them

-He will hide little cranes all around the shire for other hobbits to find

Sam:

-I mean this one is obvious…

-He loves gardening!

-He feels so accomplished when he gets to watch his plants grow, and eat fresh food from the ground

-Potatoes

-I also think he would secretly enjoy writing poetry

-I’m pretty sure Bilbo taught him how to read and write and he makes sure to put it to use so he doesn’t forget how

-He may not be Shakespeare but it is always sweet and from the heart

Merry:

-Riding

-He loves to take his pony around the shire

-He also likes experimenting with cooking and drink making

-It’s not always good, in fact it often isn’t, but it’s the process to him that matters

-If he were in modern days he would love the movie Ratatouille

Pippin:

-He is a very musical hobbit

-When he’s not stuffing his face he’s playing instruments and singing at the Green Dragon

-I also think he would really love making pottery

-The feel of molding the clay on the wheel really quiets his mind which frankly he really needs from time to time

Gandalf:

-Ok hear me out

-Ik this isn’t technically really a hobby but he likes napping

-He wants to find the most peaceful spot and just close his eyes for a little

-He’s a man who is always on the move so being able to take time to relax is always important to him

-(One of my favorite things to do is take a nap on the couch with my cats and I’m insistent that this is a hobby lol)

*Bonus Faramir:

-I think he likes to draw

-He doesn’t really paint, but he likes to sketch with charcoal and pencils

-He carries around a little sketchbook so he can just sit somewhere and draw

-Boromir loves to see his brothers art because he is so proud of his little brother

[rantaroamamifuturegf]

I see danganronpa fanfic blog and i click 😈

OKAY ON A SERIOUS NOTE 1ST YOUR LAYOUT IS SO CUTE AND 2ND is it okay if i request like Kaito Momota, Shuichi Saihara, and Maki Harukawa (seperately) x a gender neutral s/o who acts EXACTLY like them? Feel free to just use 1 character or to skip!

A/N: Firstly THANK YOUU secondly I love ur pfp I like kel is soo cute n feel free to send a request anytime also sorry it took a while to come out I've been busy this week, spoilers on Maki's part

Plot: When they dated the exact same person as them

Characters being used: Shuichi Saihara, Maki Harukawa, Kaito Momota

Shuichi

Oh boy that talking stage you both had 😭😭😭, it’s like watching 2 people who have a crush on each other knows the other has a crush on them but yet still don’t know how to even process words to each other yet

And since Kaede and Shuichi were close she had to in between both of you guys awkwardness

But soon or later you both got together and still the quiet reminds somewhat, You usual started the the conversations but you were both to shy with one another lol

And since Kaede and Shuichi were close she had to in between both of you guys awkwardness

Despite being detective it took bro a while that you both acted exactly like the other but he didn't really mind I mean you both were getting along and plus same interests

I guess the pros that came with it, is that you both were really good at investigating with one another and during the trials when Kokichi wants to be annoying you're really helpful with finding out his lies and which is the truth

Overall pretty good!!

Maki

You were as quiet as her, I mean you both liked each other in a romantic way but neither of you are romantic in such a way

You usually started the conversations and she’ll carry em out or she’ll start it but most of the time it’s just you lol

If you guys have nothing to talk, you two would just together enjoy each other’s company in silence

Maki was a bit weirded out by the fact you were like the 2nd version but then again you both got along so not really much of her to think about it.

You both equally hated Kokichi and but you would get annoyed by him faster than she does.

You both are very open with each other so you were the first person to know about her actually ultimate, She was a bit worried you might leave her over it or might not want her anymore because she lied about her ultimate to you but to her surprised you stayed with her. Didn't even overreact on it either.

Private workouts togetherrrr

Def investigating with each other even if you both found nothing at least you both tried together

Once the killing game got more insane Maki want you stay by her side not wanting you to get hurt even if you know how to defend yourself. She still wanted to be there.

Lowkey she was promise you both would survive the killing game.

Kaito

The amount of time you both talked at the same time and even said the same thing at the same time, it’s like both of you were sharing a brain cell lol

Kaito didn't mind you exactly like he actual finds funny and cute

You both workout with each other from time to time and always so supportive of each other

When someone talks one of you down the other would stick up even if they get talked down too

You both equally have you're dumb moments honestly lol

He didn't want you around Koichi or anyone he found suspicious especially once the killing game gets more heated, He'll mostly trust you alone with Shuichi and Maki

Bro WILL rant about space to you and how he's so excited to soon and says how both of you are going to leave the killing game and he's gonna send pics of space even if there's no service

You both are the motivational speakers of the group if anyone is scared or worried about dying you both will motivate the hell out of em till they feels safe once more

Ofc y'all are investigating together most it's just the 2 of investigating with Shuichi honestly lol

[anthorius]

Where do we go from here? Chapter 1

Sevikaxfem!reader

Summary: Sevika finds herself being summoned to Piltover for a very serious proposal.

(This chapter is a lot of filling in the blanks around the end of S2)

It's also on my A03

A/N: Okay so... this is my first fic ever. My deep obsession with this older butch has possessed me into writing. So please give me some grace lol

I for sure have 5 chapters planned, all started just not fully fleshed out. If this gets received well, and I get the courage and don't cringe at my own writing I MIGHT try a smut chapter for 6. Idk for now.

So with that said, the OC I have set for this story is named Ivy. I will try to stick to she/her for the most part so anyone can fill it in with their character's name/ whatever. This first chapter is mostly a lot of filling in the gaps post S2. I also went down an Arcane/LoL rabbit hole trying to figure out the mapping of Zaun, if you haven't looked it up it's broken into 3 parts. The upper level closest to Piltover is called Promenade, the middle is Entrasol (where most of the show takes place), and the lower level is called the Sump.

There will be a brief sweet baby Isha mentioned ((I fully choose to believe that theory about one of the Noxian spears in the bg of the show was holding her helmet))

The summons was brief, the timing suspicious after everything that’s happened, and as she entered council member Shoola’s office, the air felt full with an unspoken weight.

Walking into the spacious circular room flooded with light from tall windows, her footsteps echoed faintly on the tiled floor. At the heart of the space was a grand desk in which Councilor Shoola sat behind. Approaching, Sevika took one of the chairs facing her. 

“Good afternoon Sevika, I do appreciate you coming all this way to meet with me. Oh, would you like any refreshments? I can have someone-”

“Let’s just get to why I’m here, thank you.”

“Straight to the point, I can respect that.”

As she turned to grab a thick folder off her desk she began to explain why Sevika’s presence was requested. 

Apparently Shoola had been in contact with Caitlyn before her departure with Vi. The long drawn out conversation about this very moment finally coming to fruition. And from the sounds of things, it sounded like this was more so Vi’s proposal than Cait’s. 

Days after the fighting had stopped, when the dust finally had some time to settle, she found herself finally having some time to think, to grieve, to unpack. The pill was hard to swallow but Vi had begun the process of breaking down the facts that she’d been pushing down and ignoring for years. She couldn’t help but finally recognize that Sevika had always stood for Zaun. Her initial falling out with Vander wasn’t quite truly a betrayal, she hadn’t realized just how badly those childhood feelings skewed her vision back then. Vi saw first hand just how strongly her father had prioritized his children, even if it mean pushing the fate of Zaun to the backburner. It took time but she was finally starting to understand the complexity and nuance of it all, nothing was ever really that black and white. And with this revelation she decided to talk to Caitlyn about proposing a council spot for Zaun.

It had to rebuild anyway, and there were only two living members of the original council left and one was off with the Noxian army. This is the perfect opportunity to try and start making a change. And Caitlyn couldn’t find it in her to disagree, whether she liked it or not she couldn’t help but think about just how firmly her late mother believed the people of Zaun had rights, and the right to be heard was more than overdue.

This led them to presenting this idea to Shoola, who surprisingly agreed. She’d explained to the pair that post-battle,  during the honoring ceremony held in Piltover, Sevika insisted on being the holder of the flame in representation of the people of Zaun, and it wasn’t a question. They’d been in contact only a few times briefly but she had to agree, each time they spoke Sevika always carried herself as if she was already in a position of leadership. She shared the risk and fought right alongside her people til the very end. Her commitment was commendable. And by the end of the visit a decision was made between the three. 

Shoola was to request a meeting and present the council seat position to Sevika. After everything there wasn’t any reason to continue to act as if the people of Zaun, who came up and fought alongside their oppressors to keep their region from being usurped, deserved to get shoved back in the dark. Unheard and cast aside, no, that was seemingly over now.  And once Sevika was properly caught up on the matter Shoola proceeded to hand her over the weighty folder. She made sure to let her know that she doesn’t have to give an immediate answer, this proposal was a lot to take in. And with that Shoola gave her a line of contact that would reach her office for when she’d made up her mind and bid her adieu. 

But Sevika had a hard time believing this was the only reason the position was created. She could see through the polite demeanor.  Yes of course it was about time for some real tangible progress to be made for Zaun, but she saw it in Shoola’s eyes, the idea of anything like this happening again had these topsiders shaken to their core. 

Just because they were allowing Zaun to be heard now didn’t mean that wasn’t without a condition. This whole situation only proved to show they need to keep a better eye on Zaun. Make sure another Jinx or Victor never happens again. She knows they think Zaun could no longer be left unsupervised. The sugar-coated offer was almost insulting but she would be out of her mind to decline. So despite the heavy presence that loomed, Sevika left Shoola’s office with that thick folder filled with documents about the proposal, the position, and all that follows it.

Which lead her to now, in her quiet little shit box she called home, sprawled across a very worn in couch. The folder tossed on an end table. Her head had been throbbing nonstop since the battle ended, a dull, relentless ache that seemed to echo the exhaustion buried deep in her bones. 

But even with this little glimmer of hope that was just barely peeking through in the form of this offer, she couldn’t find it in herself to feel even a flicker of joy. The mere act of closing her eyes only forced the memories back, ripping her from any potential feeling of peace. 

… 

…

…

She found out about Isha’s death the hard way. She had made her way down to the Sump level of Zaun after hearing about all the commotion that happened. There were so many spears embedded in the ground. And as she took in what was left of the carnage her eyes met a single Noxian spear, and sat upon it a concaved child’s mining helmet, adorned in faded colors and scribbles. And in that moment she felt like she couldn’t breathe, the wind knocked out of her from recognition.

Her legs collapsed under her, the weight of everything pressing her into the floor. For a moment, she didn’t move, didn’t even try. The world around her blurred, reduced to a quiet hum in the background...

…

She didn’t know how much time had passed til she finally came back into herself, and forced her body to move. She’s seen countless die in her years and although her hand’s weren’t clean, she was so tired of seeing death everywhere she went. But she had to keep going, slowly she pushed herself up and started walking. The grief of Isha followed by the new stress of not knowing where Jinx was shadowed her all throughout her treck back to Entrasol. But she knew she couldn’t just drop everything to look for her. 

And before she could even give the idea any more thought she’d heard someone call out to her. 

“There you are!” the sound of relief in Scar’s voice was hard to miss.

Turning to face him she gave a quiet nod of acknowledgment. 

He jogs up to her catching his breathe, “You need to come with me. Ekko is missing.”

Shaking her head in disbelief, “What? What do you mean missing he’s your leader?” 

“The ground team hasn’t seen him lately, everyone’s scheduled to meet in an hour to go over the plan but I haven’t heard back from him or any of the other sky riders.”

“I need you to come back with me to the hideout so we can adjust the plan accordingly”, he urged.

Of course everything was going to shit, the most crucial fight of their lives was about to happen and people are just vanishing.

“Lead the way” and so Scar guides her back down to the firelights hideout. 

Finally making their way through the maze of a tunnel system they arrived. The welcoming sight of that magnificent tree greeted them. But as they walked forward that initial awe had been replaced by the shock of just how many citizens the firelights had managed to hide away here. 

“Before he dipped he had everyone go out and gather any sick, elderly, kids, you name it." He looked at just how much the crowd had grown. “We’re beyond capacity but he said not to turn anyone away.” 

As they spoke and navigated through the crowd one of the younger Firelight members ran up to them, a younger boy couldn’t have been older than 16 running around with one hell of a mop on his head. 

“Scar we got word from the sky riders, they should be here shortly!” 

“Any word about Ekko?”

“No, not yet. They just said they’d recap once they landed”

“How long ago was that call?” 

“Just a few-” before he could even finish the unmistakable hum of hoverboards echoed through the higher tunnels. Scar threw his hand up to wave one down and immediately the owl masked vigilante made their way over to land.

“Please tell me you know where Ekko is.” 

The was rider rushing to pull her mask and headgear off.

“He found Jinx! He got her to join in on the fight!”

The immediate relief of hearing that kid was still alive allowed her to finally release some of the tension she’d been unconsciously holding in her body.

“They’re planning something even bigger for the diversion! He said he’d reach out to us soon but everything is still set to go as planned. And you guy’s can start readying the ground team for the sneak attack. They’re not gonna know what hit em!” the enthusiasm beaming off of this kid was almost contagious.

“Thank Janna, finally some good news.” Scar exhaled. 

She couldn’t help but be feel a little recharged at the positive turn of events. “You heard ‘em, start gathering all of the firelights. I’ll get the others in Entrasol” she commanded before taking off. 

She found her body was compelled to move a little faster now, things were finally starting to come together, all of Zaun was on the same page for the first time. The smallest spec of hope began to bloom in her gut. And she couldn’t help but realize she hadn’t felt that in years.

….

….

…

She pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers, her eyes squeezing shut as if the simple gesture could stop the flood of memories working their way back up. She didn’t want to think about everything that happened after that…

But there she lay, her home remained too quiet, the kind of quiet that left no room to hide from her thoughts. 

As she sat up she grabbed the folder and looked the folder over in her hand. The weight of the decision settled into her chest. This was it, there was no other option. 

[itrithenbartist]

lil spicy hc's for sdj

literally 18+, any and all blogs that's ageless DNI otherwise you'll be blocked. Any minors DNI.

so with all that out of the way, here's my personal thought process for the dang man. also this is going to be gn for everyone to enjoy. and try to censor myself as much as possible so i don't get clocked by tumblr lol...also added is that i only recently got into this game and that i don't know everything so im sorry if there's a lot of things that aren't really good listed...thank you <333

-of course if you played the extended demo, you know he loves to praise mc, right? Oh man now can you just imagine the power he has??? Mr. Jack will use that for basically anything like to condition mc to go back to him...sort of like pavlov's experiment.

-now, if you uno reverse poor jackie boy...the outcomes is without fail, so good. he'd be all flush and whiney, immediately just do everything he can just to be told he's good. he's not above groveling. just to hear mc call him "good boy" makes him into a puddle of jello.

-now putting into perspective of joseph/jack...one's weakness doesn't go away when they transform. the weakness is the filthiest sloppy toppy mc can give. it doesn't even have to be that good, pretty sure especially jack would just love seeing how excited mc is to give it...he's about to blow no matter what...

-he loves giving head, favorite thing ever to do. sure he can stick it in...but why would he do that when he can give mc the best head they've ever had in their life??? he has to make mc nut (i hate how i have to use that) at least, like 2-3x before he even Considers helping himself. what a gentleman.

-is 100% okay with letting mc top. proper equipment or bought equipment, doesn't matter, he would be so proud of mc. the entire time he's getting absolutely demolished and ravaged by mc, he's still praising them, telling how good they feel, and how good they are to him.

-obviously we've seen how he tops, how he absolutely loves tearing mc apart and putting them back together again...he just adores watching mc's face as they get closer and closer to the edge. the best pleasure for him is to see mc getting the pleasure they deserve

-most def a tease. he always wants to please mc, don't get him wrong. but also he loves how borderline delirious he's made mc, making them work hard and 'earn it'...of course his rewards is so delicious.

-now if mc would flip the table on him...he'd be putty in their hands...and he would be pouting the entire time. being unable to do anything but just sweetly beg for some release off his c*ck...

-if mc says anything about how big he is...it's a wrap. jack is not egotistical in the slightest, but he will no forget what mc said. will be thinking about it Forever

-we all know the premise of the game, he's so possessive it's safe to assume he'd leave Marks all over mc's body. only stops putting it in visible places when mc complains how many times parents scolded them for leaving the apartment like that

Here's a bit softer hc's i think:

-loves when mc and him laugh during s*x...it makes him so elated that even when mc is asleep, he replays the memory in his head over and over again

-he's been locked in that tape for so long...of course he's touch starved. this man Yearns for any form of affection.

-genuinely loves to get to know mc, their favorite music, and pictures, and just everything, it makes him so happy to know everything about mc

-going back to about how he wants so much affection and attention...literally is the epitome of when someone says "i want to crawl into their skin, that's the only way i can be close enough"...yea that's him. cannot stand being without mc's touch for a second.

-loves when mc does small...nothings. like simple things that most people would just skip over. take for granted...not him, not jack. jack would worship everything that mc does.

last one:

-jack/joseph love fat mc. like big belly, smaller belly, whatever. apron belly? muffin top? they eat that shit up daily. chef's kiss thank you for coming to my ted talk

[perseephoneee]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓥𝓘𝓘𝓘

In which, you, a lady of the ton, are forced to participate in courting season. Except that courting season comes with one particularly silver tongued Prince who is making it his mission to drive you absolutely insane.

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warnings: smut is here! p in v, oral (f. receiving)

a/n: for those who celebrate thanksgiving...i hope you guys had a lovely time. i'm sorry for how slow this update was, but i'm happy to deliver it to you. thanks for sticking with me through all of this (my first longform fic!) i can't wait to see where we go next.

i do require two things of you though:

a) i would love a beta reader to help me edit the story now that its over so that you can enjoy a much better version than whatever the crap i wrote lol

b) the epilogue will consist of various headcanons. what type of things would you love to see?

yours in happiness, willa

“You couldn’t have become engaged to anyone who was inheriting a whole kingdom?” Grandmother sighed, taking a long sip of her tea. You thought she would’ve been happier knowing that you had done what she asked and became engaged, but it wouldn’t be your Grandmother without a snide remark thrown in there. 

Ivy rejoiced when you told her the news. Thor even sent an engagement gift to your place during the calling hour. It was very sweet of him, and you were elated to know that you could still continue a friendship with him. Your Grandmother recovered from her slight bout of disappointment to launch into wedding planning, something you took minimal part in. Mostly just stopping her from having a lavish affair. Freya (who insisted you call her by her first name and not her title) had been very helpful in managing your Grandma’s expectations. You managed to secure a wedding gown that was flattering but elegant. The ceremony itself wasn’t going to be overly large. Although, you couldn’t get out of some of the decorations. As your Grandmother explained, both queens would be there and expect a certain level of extravagance. You suppose she was right. 

The day of the wedding came quicker than you expected. You barely saw Loki until that time, and then you spent time working instead of relishing the excitement of an engagement. Sitting in the dressing area before the procession, you found nerves and sadness gripping you. 

“What’s wrong, my dear?” your Grandmother postured, sitting in one of the chairs in the room. You brushed the skirt of your dress down, turning to look at her. “I hope you’re not getting cold feet.”

“I’m not…I just wish mother and father were here,” you murmured, eyes downcast. You never felt more like a little girl in that moment. You expected a sharp retort from your Grandmother but were surprised to find her gaze soften. She looked like an elderly woman for once, not the lady of the household. You were reminded that she lost a child in addition to you losing a parent. 

“They would’ve been very proud of you, my dear,” she smiled. Tears pricked your eyes as you found yourself throwing your arms around her shoulders and enveloping her in a hug. She let out a harrumph of surprise but melted into your embrace. You didn’t bother saying I love you; she’s not the type of woman to know how to reciprocate. You pulled away right as there was a knock on your door, Ivy peeking her head in to let you know that it was time to start. 

The wedding went successfully, with Loki kissing you for a bit longer than appropriate. Thor had to clear his throat amidst all the cheering. You were expected to go on your honeymoon immediately afterward, something you were looking forward to if the dark look in Loki’s eyes was any indication. The honeymoon would occur at one of Odinson’s many estates, so you would be allowed privacy before moving in with the family. Although, you knew at some point you’d be taking over their Nordic estate. That was something you weren’t particularly looking forward to.

By the time you arrived, you were exhausted and eager to take off your constricting gown. You weren’t shy to admit that you and Loki spent most of the carriage ride kissing and taking full advantage of the privacy. You took a break to admire the house you were arriving at; it was an impressive villa with arched windows and lush countryside. The inside was even more extravagant, and by the time you found the library, you thought you must’ve entered Heaven. 

The library was epic; it was the only way to describe it. Walls upon walls of books, a rolling ladder to accompany the higher parts. A wall of windows lay to your left, while on the right led a staircase leading up to even more books. You eagerly took the stairs two at a time to the balcony area, which included a cozy lounge perfect for curling up with a book. 

“And to think I would’ve been able to enjoy your presence on the first night of having you as my wife,” Loki sighed, watching you skim your fingers along the spines of the many books. You barely heard him as you started taking note of the first one you wanted to read. “I suppose I shall go to bed by my lonesome.”

“You are very dramatic,” you huffed, finally looking at him with a grin. 

“Apologies for wanting some attention when I was robbed of your company,” Loki hummed, stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms around your torso. 

“You had me all to yourself in the carriage.”

“Is it wrong of me to covet more?” he murmured, fingers tracing over your hips in a way that sent shivers down your spine. 

“I’m excited to see the books,” you mumbled, mind already hazy from the way he dampened his lips. 

“I could make it worth your while,” he purred, barely a breath in your ear as he kissed your neck, his tongue finding your pulse in a way that made your breath turn heavy. His hands moved up to the back of your dress, finding the ties that held it together and undoing it with an ease that made your stomach tighten. His lips came to yours, bruising them once again. You liked how he kissed you raw, leaving you open for only him. He pulled away to look at you as your dress dropped to the gown, leaving you only in your slip. You felt yourself heat under his gaze, embarrassment and shyness gripping you. With reverence and admiration, Loki only considered you as one considered fine art. Unlike fine art, he looked as if he wanted to eat you whole. 

Loki pushed you towards the lounge, letting you fall until you were looking up at his towering form. He undid his top, leaving him in just his breeches. Your mouth parted as you took in his pale but lean form, the body of someone strong. Instead of joining you on the chaise, he knelt before you, leaning over to kiss you slowly. He kissed like he wasn’t sure if he’d get another chance, even as he willingly parted. His hands caressed your thighs, pushing your slip up until you were left more exposed to him than before. You gulped out of nerves, but all Loki did was wink at you before kissing inside your knee, moving his way up with tongue and teeth until all you could do was pant above him. 

“Darling, I’m going to devour you now…any objections?” Loki purred, fingers toying with your undergarments. 

“No, no objections,” you breathed, your voice a whisper as he pulled them away. You only had a vague idea of what the post-marriage process entailed, but you were fairly sure it had nothing to do with this, which left you excited to see what he had in store. 

You discovered only a second later as his mouth found your center, placing a kiss before licking. A strangled sound left your throat, your stomach tightening as pleasure tingled throughout your body. He hummed, the sound vibrating against your core. His arm held your hips down as he did exactly what he said he’d do, devouring you whole. 

“L-Loki,” you moaned, unable to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you. His fingers brushed over your hole, pushing in one finger slowly as he let you adjust to the foreign feeling. You choked on your breath as he started to move it, continuing to lick as he stroked every bit inside of you. 

Suddenly, you were flying. Merely a blip away from the world as pleasure exploded throughout you. You cried Loki’s name, and when you came to, you had to push him away to give yourself a reprieve from the overwhelming sensations. He crawled up your body, stroking your sides as he lay next to you. 

“That, my love, was called an orgasm.”

“Holy,” you breathed, still trying to float back down to the ground. Loki only chuckled beside you. 

“Yes, my skills have been referred to as that before.” 

You hit him with your hand, trying to hide your smile. “You are obscenely obnoxious; are you aware of that?”

“And to think that marrying you would make you a proper lady.”

“I am proper and a lady; don’t act as if you’d prefer otherwise.”

“You, Y/N, are the only thing I prefer,” Loki said, pulling you in for a kiss. You felt grounded once again as you poured your love and admiration into your lips, your hands, your whole being. Loki’s fingers trailed up your thigh once again. “We can take a break for the night if you are tired.”

“No, I want this. I want you,” you whispered, taking the first step and pulling your slip over your head. Loki’s breath hitched as he took in your soft, silky skin, his mouth slightly parted as you undid your corset. You were fully bare in front of him, and yet, you had never felt so powerful in your life. 

“Aphrodite is jealous of your beauty,” Loki sighed, quickly undoing his breeches before dragging you on top of him. You were slightly thankful to have not glimpsed his member in fear of potentially becoming too scared to go through with it. Loki whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he gripped your hips, helping you sink down on him. He was much bigger than his fingers, and it burned in a way you weren’t cognisant of. Loki continued stroking your sides and your legs, lulling you into relaxation. You came to find you enjoyed the feeling of him inside of you, becoming a part of you in a way no one had before. You nodded when you felt ready, and Loki helped you move. He stroked every bit of you, dragging against your walls so deliciously that all you could do was moan. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders as you found a rhythm, bouncing on his cock and becoming drunk on the sounds of pleasure he made under you. You lean on him for support, pleasure finding you once again as his lips find your breasts, licking over your nub. You lost yourself in the pleasure, chasing a high that was close to cresting over. When you came again, you knew Loki was not far behind. He grabbed your ass, holding you there as he pushed deeper and deeper into you before letting out a guttural growl and cumming inside of you. You had never felt more full in your life, and you let yourself stay there for a second as you both caught your breaths. The only sounds in the library are your breaths and the crackling fireplace. 

“I think I can adjust to married life,” you said slowly. Loki barked out a laugh. 

“I truly do love you, my dear Y/N.”

“I love you too, husband.”

You fell asleep in the library and only scared one servant with your nakedness the next day.

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[maybe-boys-do-love]

The Trainee, Episode 10: Direction

Take a break from the discourse around the couples to appreciate the references to directing in this episode! From the literal meanings to directions in life.

We open on Ryan's dad directing Jane's photoshoot. lol. You fix those clothes, Ryan ;) And Jane, give us a smile like your falling head over heels for someone.

2. Then we get Pah (making friends with every single person at the office, as usual) directing the front desk assistant (I haven't caught her name and she's not on the mydramalist or imdb cast and crew list) to a spot for lunch. Then we have the accounting manager come in and show us how her and Pah's relationship has grown. The scene reminds us that Pah, since early on in the show, has demonstrated incredible relationship building skills--a necessity for any director. And these relationships come to a beautiful fruition in this episode.

3. Tae, on the other hand, emerges as a directionless ghost, jump-scare appearance and all! Heartbroken and provided with downtime by his department for the first time during his internship, he has no idea what to do with himself.

4. Pi and Ryan are seemingly talking about the controversial Todd Haynes film, Joker, from 2019. If you're either knowledgeable about the Batman franchises or interested like me in trying to figure out why the writers chose this film to include as a conversation point, you'll realize that Harvey Dent was not in Joker. He was, however, in The Dark Knight in 2008, directed by Christopher Nolan. This mix-up between the movies seems intentional when we look at the theories of directing and humanity the show is exploring, which I'll expand on in number 5! In Joker, we get a depiction of a single misunderstood victim genius who takes out his suffering and any failures of his art on others and inspires other people who feel hurt and misunderstood to do the same. In Dark Knight, we have the day saved thanks to a collective group of people's refusal to harm others despite threats that others will be forced to harm them, and, as far as Harvey Dent, his reputation is preserved despite his failings because of the hope it can bring others. The comparison sets up a comparison between the individual heroes and villains versus the collective, which is a really important comparison to ideas the show explores about directors (and is just really important in general theories of direction like conversations about auteur theory, etc.). Note that Jane says in this ep that he doesn't like hero movies...

5. We then see Judy directing Ba Mhee on how to correct her typo on a document. She's checking over a draft before it goes out, like a good director ought to, but Judy's direction of Ba Mhee, of course, gets taken up as a motif and major sticking point for their dynamic in this episode as it encroaches into personal time rather than just work. We have witnessed that outside of work, Ba Mhee is actually quite capable and eager to play the directing role.

I want to point to the specific typo mistake that read "God Pick" instead of the company's name of "Good Pick," though, because it seems to refer to one view of a director's role. Alfred Hitchcock explained, "...in fiction film the director is god; he must create life. And in the process of that creation, there are lots of feelings, forms of expression, and viewpoints that have to be juxtaposed. We should have total freedom to do as we like." So this moment of direction gives us two references, for the price of one!

Even more, it presents us with the theory of auteur Directors, that the show has been actively engaging with through the whole series. Does the director have a god-like power to pick and choose what they want their work to be without any input from others? Do individuals, as directors of our lives, get to pick and choose what we create out of them without others' input? To both answers, the show has emphatically replied, no! The studio is not called God Pick, it's 'Good Pick.' The director, just like each of us, is working on communicating with a whole massive team of people to bring a certain vision of theirs' to life within quite constrained limits. From budgets to time, from client desires to our own insecurities, we do our best to be good knowing that mistakes will be made and we can pick up and keep on going.

6. Baimon, the director of the studio, instructs Pie on some of the grunt work of directing. He's been presented as so flighty in the series, so it was nice to see him getting down to business in this fashion. That business, however, was printed upon the backs of some big emotions, which I think, in addition to being a funny little gag about Jane and Ryan's hidden relationship, is a beautiful metaphor about the combination of emotional and logistic work that directors, especially, are tasked with performing. A vulnerability lies under each shot and camera angle.

7. Idk if this was intentional, but the choice to show sticky-notes as the art department's current medium for this scene reminded me of directors story-boarding with sticky notes. It's also the moment Tae is encouraged to make an attempt at directing himself and providing his direction to his relationship with BaMhee in a way that's considerate of her desires.

8. Baimon directs Jane and Ryan in another intimate scene lol. He's staging them, referencing the storyboard, checking the camera, doing all the director jobs! And, of course, instead of a perfect god, he makes a mistake with the very basics of left and right that his intern corrects for him, and this mistake is not used by the show to signal to us as the audience that he's incompetent. It's to show that the people with 'big' dreams, visions, careers, or awards are not more special than those who choose to do the small tasks in life. Directors are the first job Ryan lists to Jane when talking about adults with special talents that he feels like he's supposed to aspire towards. Jane asks Ryan "Why must people want to become something big?"

There's also a development in Ryan and Jane's performance here. They're playing and improvising in the scene. It's a nice development for them as character and a sweet commentary on directors allowing actors to perform with some flexibility. Based on what I've read about Gun and Off's development as actors and a pair, their characters' development in their different stand-in moments almost seems like a commentary on Gun and Off's growth as a performing pairing, but that's just a fun stretch. Really, I'd say it's more representative of the growing comfort of actors in film work.

9. How could I not discuss one of my favorite sequences in the show (right up there with BaMhee's chase scene)?! Pah has been amassing a crew of comrades at the studio throughout the series, and I knew it was building towards something. I stated during the first shoot when he was a part of Unit B that I could see his arc leading him to becoming a director because he was just so good at befriending and organizing people. And here's where he becomes the director! Not through his personal auteur vision, but through his communication with others!

I had been imagining this plot development in some fashion for a while. Getting it would've satisfied me. Great comedy for me, however, is about seeing a well-constructed set-up pay off for a better value than you could've expected. The Alfred Hitchcock quote above comes from a portion of an interview about plausibility in fiction and his films. He ends the quote by saying, "A critic who talks to me about plausibility is a dull fellow." The moment Pah slid off his sling, The Trainee leapt out of the realm of plausibility it had meticulously built to give us a stratospheric pay-off to the joke it had been building for 9 episodes. And it was a joke grounded in the deepest themes of the show, praising every creator and assistant working in the background of this show and all the shows we love. It made my heart so full. It presented a democratic vision of a director's role (in a country where people continue to need to fight for their democratic values). And, it did it all while making me laugh.

10. Despite all the people running this scene and Judy giving Ba Mhee so much direction in the workplace, it's Ba Mhee who finally gets to realize her direction in life here. Notably, she's let go of the big overly romantic dreams and visions. She's come to appreciate and understand the importance of the seemingly mundane aspects of her relationships, the day-to-day jobs of directing one's life, and she's directing Tae to commit to this direction, too. Directing involves paying attention to the small things, the communication, and the people who help make them meaningful.

There's a beautiful transition between Judy's conversation with BaMhee and Tae's where they fade into one another exactly, letting us know in some ways that Judy and BaMhee could've had a conversation and started growing and finding a direction together, too. The problem as BaMhee points out is not finding an exact right fit. She just still has feelings for Tae, which would make developing a relationship with Judy more challenging. It was mature and honest, and that precious little fade let us know the show saw the possibilities for BaMhee to love them both. Has a film cutting choice ever been so bisexually coded???

10. It's a cute little reversal that our final scene is one of the first steps in directing: the concept stage. We also get Jane's appreciation, not only for Ryan's ideas here, but for all the things Ryan does at his family's business that align with the same kind of work happening in a production house. It sets the two of them on equal footing, disrupting this fantasy of the film industry and the class systems that could divide them. And Ryan's other insecurity about feeling too immature and un-adult to compare to the people at the office, which is a another division that might separate Jane and Ryan (HOW OLD IS JANE!?!?!?!) also got a dressing down ;) during this episode. We're getting ever closer to Ryan feeling ready to direct his own life!!!

[astrophileous]

Love Bugs was sooo good!!! Do you think they’d let Penelope plan a baby shower with the entire team? Maybe even a sex reveal and Penelope truly trying her best to not reveal it early, the others on Garcia duty to make sure she doesn’t let anything slip LOL

WAIT HOLD ON THAT IS SUCH A CUTE CONCEPT???

and I hope you don't mind me putting my own twist to this, but you literally just reminded me of this insta reel I saw a while back of a couple who was doing a sex reveal privately on the beach with a cake, and then the wife, very innocently pulled out the candle so that the husband could cut it, not realizing the cream sticking on the candle would prematurely reveal the sex to them 😭 now I just can't stop imagining Penelope accidentally doing the same thing KAJJSJEJ IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS

btw thank you so much for reading love bugs, I'm soooo happy you liked it <3333

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You couldn't have been less inclined towards the idea the first time Penelope had brought it to your attention.

The next time she did, Penelope knew better than to come empty-handed. Thankfully for her, JJ and Emily both seemed to be partial towards Penelope's brilliant suggestion.

"I think it'll be great, (Y/N)," JJ had said. "I never did one for Henry, but I helped a girlfriend host hers once. It was fun."

"And I, personally, am always down for a party." Emily grinned.

"But a gender reveal party, guys? Seriously?"

"It'll be great, Beets. Trust me," Penelope swore. "Plus, you don't need to worry your pretty little head with anything. You just sit back, relax, and let us three do the heavy liftings."

Eventually, with the right doses of persuasion and incessant pleading, you agreed to let them throw a sex reveal party for the baby; with one condition: you wanted to keep the whole thing small and simple.

But small and simple weren't exactly Penelope's forte.

JJ and Emily tried their best to keep the tech analyst in check during the entire planning process. It was bad enough that the two of them had to take turns monitoring Penelope to make sure she wasn't stepping out of any line, but when they finally received the envelope from your doctor containing the sex of the baby, Penelope grew even worse.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Penelope yelped when Emily's voice suddenly appeared beside her. The blonde scrambled to click a few buttons on her computer screen to close the page she was looking at before Emily could see what she was doing, but it was too late.

"Wasn't that the archive of the hospital (Y/N) goes to?"

"What? No. Of course not. Why? Did you think I hacked it? That's ridiculous, why would I ever hack--"

"Garcia," Emily's stern voice cut her off. "Did you seriously just hack a hospital's records to find out the sex of (Y/N)'s baby?"

Penelope's silence was all the confirmation that Emily needed.

"It won't happen again," the tech analyst murmured shamefully.

But it did, in fact, happen again.

"Pen?" JJ's eyebrows creased when, just a few days later, she spotted Penelope sitting behind the desk in her office.

"Yes? Oh, hi! Hey, how are ya? Nothing to see here!"

Penelope offered JJ a sheepish smile, one that was intended to conceal trouble but instead spoke of one. JJ's eyes squinted.

"What's that in your hand?"

"Oh, this?" Penelope raised her right hand, showing JJ the figurine of a duck dressed as Superman that she, for some reason, was holding. "It's my new buddy. I got him at a flea market last week. Isn't he cute?"

"I meant your other hand, Pen."

JJ raised her eyebrows expectantly.

Soon enough, Penelope surrendered to JJ's stare of death--the one that she had perfected since becoming a mother--and handed the envelop into JJ's awaiting palm.

"I'm sorry," Penelope said meekly, like a child being scolded after being caught with her hand in the candy jar.

A week before the party was supposed to be held, JJ had safely dropped the cake order at the bakery, along with the sacred envelope that you had entrusted in her care. In hindsight, it looked as though everything was finally going according to plan.

Until the D-day rolled around.

As Emily held down the fort back at Derek's and your shared place, JJ and Penelope resorted to cake duty. JJ let Penelope go into the bakery to grab the cake while she stayed in the car for a quick phone call. When Penelope didn't yet reappear after five minutes, JJ decided to follow her inside to see what was holding her up.

"Hey, Pen?" JJ called to Penelope, who was standing like a deer caught in headlights in the middle of the room. In front of her, the baker was holding the box of cake with visible confusion on his face. "What's wrong?"

"She's just been standing there like that. Frozen. Like she saw a ghost," the baker informed.

"Pen?"

"The apron," Penelope whispered.

"What?"

"The apron."

"What ap--oh no."

JJ's eyes widened almost comically when she finally registered what had Penelope looking so stunned.

"Sir," JJ began, "you didn't happen to be working on this cake before we came in, did you?"

"Yeah, I did. I was just finishing it up. Filling in the buttercream and adding some final touches."

JJ sighed. "So, you're saying that the buttercream on your apron is the buttercream you used to fill in the cake?"

JJ's question prompted the baker to look down at the apron he was wearing.

More specifically, at the colored buttercream that spoiled the sex of your baby.

"We've got a situation," JJ said to Emily as soon as she and Penelope found her in your kitchen half an hour later.

"What is it?"

"Me and Pen accidentally found out about the sex."

"You what?!"

"I found out about the sex. I know the sex," Penelope murmured from where she was standing behind JJ. "I know what it is. I know what--hey, you two!"

The three women swiveled their heads towards the doorway, seeing you standing there with Derek practically gluing himself to your back.

"Hi, girls. Everything alright in here?"

"Everything is fine! Why wouldn't it be?" Penelope chuckled nervously.

A frown appeared between Derek's eyebrows. "Babygirl, you okay?"

Penelope waved him off. "I'm fanta... bulous."

"Fantabulous?" Emily whispered.

"Pretty sure it's a combination of fantastic and fabulous." JJ whispered back.

You stared at Penelope in concern. "You sure you're okay, Pen?"

"I'm fine, Beets! Splendid, even! I'm just so happy to see the three of you! God, look at that. You're all so perfect together. My Beets, Chocolate Thunder, and your beautiful baby--"

"Okay!" JJ exclaimed, cutting Penelope off before she could spill the main surprise. "We've still got a lot of work to do here, so... go, both of you."

As soon as you and Derek were out of earshot, JJ said to Penelope, "Pen, you gotta calm down."

"I can't. Oh my God, I can't calm down. It's the knowing. I hate knowing secrets, I'm not good with them."

"It's only for one more hour," Emily reasoned. "You can do this. Just... take a deep breath."

JJ and Emily somehow managed to keep Penelope from spiraling any further, long enough for them to finally commemorate the main event of the night. Your living room was crowded with beloved and very familiar faces: members of the BAU and a few friends of yours and Derek's. The speakers were blasting "September" by Earth, Wind & Fire, and you stood in front of the guests with Derek to your side when Emily and Penelope finally brought out the cake.

"Ladies and gents, we're about to witness a very important moment in history," JJ announced to the room. "In a few minutes, we'll finally find out the sex of the newest member of the (Y/L/N)-Morgan's household!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. You felt Derek give your hip a squeeze.

"Does anyone care to share their guesses?" JJ asked.

Shouts of "boy" and "girl", and a very vague shriek of "twins", all piled on top of one another. JJ quickly gestured with her hands for the crowd to calm back down.

"Without further ado, I present to you, Derek Morgan and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!"

As your guests exploded in a synchronized ovation, Derek pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. "You ready, Bug?"

"As long as you are, Mr. Morgan."

You and Derek each grabbed a knife from the table, but before the blades could touch the cake, Penelope's voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Wait, let me remove those candles for you."

"No, Penelope!"

Emily's warning came too late.

The entire room held their breaths at the sight of the candles in Penelope's hand. The tech analyst darted her eyes in confusion before she realized what she had done.

"Oh no."

"Is that--" Derek's voice sounded lost in awe.

"Yes, it is," you breathed out.

"The cream, it's--"

"I know." A humorous chuckle escaped your chest as a lone tear fell down your cheek. "It's a blue buttercream. We're having a boy."

Derek didn't waste any second before gathering you in his arms. Around you, your crowds of friends celebrated along in a sequence of hoorays and applause. But even in the midst of that ruckus, you felt like there were no other people left on this world with you other than Derek and your baby.

Your son.

"Hey, Little Man," Derek whispered as his hand landed on your belly. "I can't wait to meet you."

[indeedcaptain]

for da meme: how are you feeling post finishing RR and its incredible success? Also any pointers for writing good epics that stick the landing?

hi friend! thanks for the ask, hope you're doing well <3

i saw this ask and then had to walk away for a few days because it turns out that the answer is that i'm a little sad about being done with RR! it was an outrageously fun experience, both writing it and then getting to live vicariously through people reading it. i was thinking about this story near-constantly for 10 months. my top 5 songs from spotify wrapped are all from my RR playlist. now that it's over, there's a little hole in my days and my brain that used to be for RR work.

i'm so so so happy to have stuck the ending, as you say (never fucking again am i publishing a project as big as this one as i was writing it LOL, i was terrified of fucking up in realtime), and so honored that the story as a whole has resonated with the people who have read it. writing RR and joining the broader star trek fandom as a whole was an enormous part of my year and i'm so grateful for it. but i'm still a little sad that RR is over. like, what now?

anyway. onward!

i am so excited for your one man adventure novel. i can't wait to see what you get up to with it. the two pieces of advice that i kept in mind during writing are that: 1, knowing where you're going from the beginning is critical, but there's a balance between that and allowing things that you discover in the writing to influence where it goes. i had a college professor who insisted that we re-read what we had written before writing the conclusion of any paper, because the point you end up making is not always the one you intended to. (elise didn't exist in the first outline of RR!) 2, writer's block usually means you're no longer writing the story you want to be writing. the way around it is backtracking to the last point you were entirely sure you were exactly where you wanted to be and reevaluating what is bogging you down in the muck (shoutout maggie stiefvater's writing seminar for that one).

this is more process than anything but i live and die by outlines. i usually do three acts, two big arcs in each act, and then scene by scene notes. writing without an outline makes me feel like i'm stumbling into the future.

i hope this is at all helpful, and if you ever want to give me one man spoilers commiserate about longform fic in my discord dms you are always welcome :)

LLAP!!

[ryuichirou]

hiiii!!! It's been so long since I done one of these!!!

But I need silly thoughts,,,,

Okay so Floyd can probably most likely go into heat since he is an eel? Right?

So like,,,, hear me out

What do you guys think about Heat!Floyd going after Riddle?

~ 💙 Anon!

It’s so good to see you again, 💙 Anon! Thank you for sticking around, supporting us and sending asks. Sorry for a late reply~

Apparently the procreation of actual eels is quite a complicated process that is difficult to apply to mermen (although I am 100% sure that Yana has everything figured out lol), so what I’m about to describe is very vaguely related to actual eel anatomy… but such inconveniences are never going to stop us lol let Floyd get uncontrollably horny and jump Riddle!

Floyd is quite flirty and sexually active in general, as long as he is in the mood, so in theory, his “heat” wouldn’t change much, but this is actually wrong. The desire to mate becomes too strong for Floyd and it affects his well-being tremendously. Sometimes it’s bearable, and sometimes Azul and Jade (who surprisingly don’t have as much problems with their own cycles) have to pretty much lock him up in his room until he calms down. Floyd also becomes more aggressive and clingy at the same time, his mood swings get even more extreme than usual. He also becomes apathetic to everything other than his one interest (sex), which makes him eat less and become even more irritable because of that.

Riddle doesn’t know much about mermen’s anatomy, and he doesn’t usually see Floyd all that often when such things happen to him. He just assumes that Floyd is being lazy again, and that’s why he skips classes. Or that Floyd is just being his Floyd self, and this is why he is so aggressive. But one time when he sees Floyd sitting on the floor all by himself, he’ll feel bad and concerned about him and ask if anything is wrong… and this is going to be his demise lol

While being chaotic in his usual state, Floyd would still try to find a nice place for them to have sex. But when he is this uncontrollably horned up, he’ll just start touching Riddle right there, which is honestly kind of dangerous for both of them lol but his mind would go blank the moment he sees Riddle, who he has both romantic affection and sexual desire for.

This isn’t the only reason why he would jump Riddle though. Riddle is small, cute, soft and pleasant to touch, very reactive and sensitive. He is also terribly freaked out by Floyd but Floyd would honestly just get more horny because of that lol

What scared Riddle the most at first was Floyd’s animalistic hungry stare. It was as if he was both angry at him and incredibly happy to see him at the same time. But Riddle didn’t even have a chance to process it, because he was very suddenly buried under Floyd’s heavy body, feeling his huge hard dick against his own belly. Then he got scared again. And then again, when he actually saw that huge and scary wet thing that was about to get shoved inside of him ahem.

As I’ve already said, Floyd is both aggressive and clingy when he gets to this point, so he’ll lick and caress Riddle, rub his forehead against him, pant like a dog and grab his hands, but he’ll also bite him brutally, manhandle him and leave a lot of marks on his entire body, trying to claim him whole and fill him whole.

Despite Floyd’s mind being pretty much blank during that, he’ll be conscious enough to talk to Riddle. But he won’t remember a thing he’d said afterwards… but Riddle will. Because things that Floyd said were so rude, so filthy, disgusting and honestly very offensive, they made Riddle cry (both because of pain and pleasure).

There is a possibility that Floyd won’t remember much about what happened in general. But his body will, so every time he goes in heat from now on, he’ll go straight to Riddle and act like an animal again.

[theolivetree123]

i wanted to make fanfiction for your event! is there any lore that you wanted me to be aware of? i would hate to get anything wrong bc your fan event seems soooooo cool (like actually im so inspired and amazed its awesome)

Hey!!! Thanks for asking! I don't have everything refined just yet, I kinda wanted to see other ppls interpretation of what the premise of a sugar rush twst event would be, but I can surely give you my take and notes on some things💙

This story would mainly be about Adeuce and them having a fight and then reconciling. They'd have some moments of hostility before the big final game, and then the big climax would be them making a truce and basically sticking a middle finger to the twst ver of king candy (might make him later idk). Think of it as Vanellopes' climactic moment w/ king candy just adeuce themed lol.

Also, with the climax, I feel like Deuce would be winning before twst king candy knocks his cart over, injuring him. Ace sees this and decides to help him at the risk of losing the race. Ace and Deuce decide to finish the race happy day then reconcile and everything's hunky dory yay

When the crew are making their carts, I feel like Ace and Deuce would be fighting over who would get the pie cart. During the cart-making process, the two would be arguing (w/ yuu trying to stop them) while everyone else is over their crap and just trying to design their cute lil carts

This last point might not be very helpful with fanfic making, but I feel like everyone would have a "code name". They would have to make up really stupid names for themselves to fit in with the other racers (since the super rush chars have rlly stupid names lol). I also feel like the twst crew would make up lore for their sugar rush personas just for fun. So make whatever lore u want for their personas I think it'll be hilarious

[pinkdaiisies]

Hii, Hope you're doing great:)

Could you write something where Billy is being an asshole with reader and Warren gets very angry, defending the reader right away and telling Billy to fuck off lol

Thks🫶🏾

Kill You To Try Warren Rojas x Reader

summary: jealousy leads to a rough day at the recording studio, but warren is there to stick up for you

notes: thank you sm for the request!! this was so fun to write. i also have nooooo clue how recording a song works so i definitely made up some stuff lmao. enjoy!!!!!

ever since you joined the band back in Pittsburgh, billy had this unexplained hatred towards you. during band practice he would constantly pick on you and get you to completely rewrite your bass lines. no creative freedom at all. he was totally intimidated by your talent.

you would’ve left the band in a heartbeat if it weren’t for the rest of the band, and camila. you weren’t going to let billy ruin your friendships, or your chance of fulfilling your dreams

once you and the band moved to LA, and billy went to rehab, he kind of let off you for a while. he didn’t constantly pick on you like he used to, and he treated you like human being for once. it was nice.

the recording process of Seven Eight Nine was a dream. you were so grateful to be doing what you loved while spending time with the people you loved. especially warren.

you two became extremely close, and you guys were always spending time together. during the making of Seven Eight Nine, is when you finally realized your feelings for the drummer.

you figured that he liked you back. although it was hard to tell because warren had that natural flirty personality. you didn’t want to get your hopes up and your feeling hurt.

although you and warren were still very close, and spent most of your time together. you two were best friends.

***

once the recording process for Aurora started, and it was announced that Daisy Jones would be featured on the album, it seemed like billy returned to his hostile ways back in Pittsburgh. except this time it was daisy who he was bickering with and not you. you felt bad for daisy because you knew how hard it was to withstand his constant insults.

once teddy told you guys to take five after billy raised his voice at daisy for the 43rd time that evening, you were happy to walk to the break room. warren also seemed happy to take a break. you seen warren get up and rush to the main office.

once you and karen found a comfortable spot on the couch, you noticed warren walk in with deb. you couldn’t help but feel a jolt of jealousy through your veins. karen took notice of this and hooked her arm with yours to comfort you.

it seemed like ever since you started recording at this studio, warren couldn’t take his eyes off of deb. you knew that you had no right to be mad, but you couldn’t help the jealous feeling. warren sat down on another seat with deb nearly in his lap.

when teddy called you all back in, all you could think of was how close they were sitting, and how badly you wished it was you.

it was your turn to record your part for Kill You To Try. billy thought it was best if the bass was isolated so they would be able to manipulate the volume in later producing sessions. so that meant you were in the studio all by yourself.

“ok whenever you’re ready hon.” teddy said through the mic. you gave him a thumbs up and started playing. with the image of deb and warren sitting together crossing through your mind, you accidentally played the wrong note.

“sorry.” you mumbled while shaking your head. with an annoyed look on his face, billy took the mic from teddys hand.

“c’mon, we need this recording by today.” he said sternly.

warren looked at billy annoyed, and then fixed his gaze back on you.

“could you stare any harder?” graham whispered in warrens ear with a smirk. warren playfully slapped graham in the chest.

you began playing again. you got about 7 seconds into the verse before billy stopped you again.

“what the hell? i played it right that time!” you said from the recording booth.

“no you’re not.” billy said. “you’re getting the timing wrong on the third note.”

“whatever man play the track.” you put the headphones back on annoyed. first you have to deal with warren, and now you have to deal with billy being an asshole. this day wasn’t going your way.

you continued to play again when billy stopped you another time.

“again.”

you felt infuriated as you played the tune for the 3rd time. you couldn’t even get 10 seconds in before billy stopped you.

“again!”

warren couldn’t take it anymore.

“goddamn man! lay off her for once billy, geez!”

“warren stay out of this. it feels like i’m the only one who actually gives a fuck about the details of the album!” when billy stopped you, he turned the mic switch on, so you were able to hear their entire argument.

“fuck off man! you think we don’t care? we all care about this album just as much as you do! but you need to stop ripping on y/n for the littlest things! she is talented, and if you let her play for more than 10 goddamn seconds maybe you’d see that!” warren walked out of the room infuriated.

you put down your bass. you couldn’t take it anymore, and you followed warren. you two were alone in the break room.

“hey… you didn’t have to defend me back there, i’m used to billy being a dick to me. i think we’re all used to it.” you giggled.

“yea that’s the thing though, we shouldn’t be used to it. i’m tired of him acting like this, i really am.” warren looked at you. he thought you looked so pretty, just the sight of you calmed his nerves.

“well, thank you anyways for standing up for me.” you smiled.

“anytime pretty girl.” warren laughed, and you blushed at the nickname.

“we should probably go back in.” you suggested.

“yeaaaaa…. we probably should. we wouldn’t want to upset master billy.” warren said sarcastically, and you laughed.

warren put his arm around your waist as you two walked back into the recording studio together.

[starmapz]

Your writing is amazing. I'm in love with the college! sukuna series you're working on! Can I ask how you got into writing/how your writing process goes? I really wanna get into writing but I struggle with outlining plots and just like to write and make up the story as it comes to my mind 😭🫶🏽

hiiiii love!! this is so sweet thank you sm <33 i'm so glad to hear you're loving college!kuna because i'm loving writing for it 🥹

you are absolutely more than welcome to ask! so i've been writing for about 12 years now but haven't published anything until recently but i've always enjoyed it. i don't think i ever finished any of my pieces until recently either bc i struggled with outlines and completing things.

i think what helped me the most personally to get past that blockade is that i got into writing for jjk specifically around the same time as a close friend got into writing for another fandom so we beta one another's work and bounce ideas past each other as well, bless her

as for my process itself, i think i actually have a fairly messy process tbh? most of my inspiration comes from music but the majority of fleshing out those ideas comes from the fact that i daydream more than the average person probably should LOL. my mind is just constantly writing the next scene.

i also physically can't write scenes in advance bc if i do i won't write the scenes i'm less inspired for that come before what i've already gotten down, so i write in the order that you all are reading it. i do have notes/planning docs with basic outlines of what i'd like in each chapter but it's genuinely just the word vomit i've sent to my beta reader. it's messy and totally not concrete and i don't stick by it if i feel what i've got planned isn't/won't work.

another thing that i find works well for me is that i actually really enjoy the editing process so if i'm not fully happy with a scene but i'm having a bit of a block, i'll move along if it's at least complete enough to call it 'done', then go back during editing once i've had some time to think it over. i know a lot of people don't like editing, so this may not work for everyone, but taking a step back and thinking things over can always be a good strategy.

my best pieces of advice would be these: - just start writing and see what happens, bc honestly even my work from like 8 months ago or so when i first started this blog i sometimes read again and i can see my improvement and it makes me proud of where i've come from. - if you have an idea, even if it's the middle of the night, open your phone and jot down a note. it's saved so many of my ideas from disappearing into nothing. - read lots! i think the fact that i read a lot of fics alongside writing them has helped me improve as well, bc i try to learn new words/styles from other writers. i find my older writing used to be a lot more rigid, like i wasn't willing to use capitals or multiple exclamation marks to signify yelling, but at the end of the day i realized i like when others do that, so why shouldn't i? i enjoy more casual prose as it feels more realistic at times, so i've adapted that into my writing as well. by knowing what you like to read, you can figure out more how you like to write. - lastly, don't overthink things! remember, if you enjoy what you wrote, others will too. write for yourself and do what you love :)

tysm for all the love, i hope this helps even a little bit <33 sorry for the word vomit LOL and i hope you have a great day/night bb!

[soulsisterif]

Progress Update 18/12/2024

First of all, Merry Christmas to all of you celebrating, and Happy Holidays for those just enjoying the season.

Wow, I look back at this past year and I wish I'd had more time to write because I have certainly not achieved as much as I had hoped.

I've been scrolling through the blog and, girl, so many things have changed as I developed the idea... When I first started writing this game I thought I would release the demo in, like, a month tops, and that it would be about 5k or 10k words.

And yet, here we are in December, 80k words in just counting Chapter One's file. To be fair, I could probably have released the demo as a teaser many months ago, but at that point the only character you would have interacted with is Dawn, and there would be no romance in sight, so it felt kind of better to just wait. Still, I'm kind of disappointed in myself that I haven't managed to finish Chapter One.

The demo has changed a lot since May, particularly in the last three months. Most of the changes revolve about how I wrote Abbie into the story, and I must say that I personally like it better now.

I've played games that give you your bestie as an RO before, and some of them left me a little indifferent. Even when the routes were well written and interesting, they didn't feel any different from the others. That made me see that I had to do a rewrite because I realized that there was no point in offering a best friend to romance if the character was presented the same way other ROs were. I had to give you snippets of Abbie's shared past with MC during the interview with Dawn, and more interactions with her during the process of signing up to enter the show, all of that before meeting the rest of the cast. If their bond rings hollow, what's the appeal in a friends-to-lovers route, right?

Unfortunately, this also meant taking some scenes out altogether, and changing the way I introduced stats, since I needed to know your MC's personality early on so that I could write her behaviour in flashbacks accordingly. Basically, the way I first structured Chapter One was unusable.

Some of the scenes I added are short, and others, considering all variables and flavour text, are like 4k words. You can even unlock special interactions or references, later on. Unique tattoos, inside jokes, specific gestures, fond memories, special places... The kind of thing that you would share with someone who's been close to you your whole life.

With that out of the way...

What's new:

• Some choices will block romance. You can choose to be shown which ones they are and they'll be marked with an x. As an example, the first one you'll encounter very soon into the game. If your MC is in her 40s, Vega's romance will be blocked.

• You can pick some family background for the MC.

• There were initially unique scenes for each pre-set names and the custom name. They now share the same scene that gives you another glimpse of Abbie and MC's past, as well as Abbie's relationship with her mother. The deleted scenes will be used later on in the story. I like them too much to let them go completely LOL

• I've added two new stats: Empathetic/Clueless & Easygoing/Hardass. Stats have changed, if slightly, since the first posts I made about them. Right now, things are:

• Since she has a nickname for your MC, MC will now be able to give one to Abbie, too.

• Abbie and MC can be roommates.

And that's it. I'm so sorry that it's taking me sooooo long to write this game. Thank you all for sticking with me, despite my lack of posting!

I'll also try to answer some of the asks that have been sitting in my inbox for a while. I might not answer all of them but they always mean a lot, so thanks for sending them in :D