#the shots and everything too. It looks so good especially for something from the 80s

[vonkarma2]

sorry for goncharovposting

[genacity]

DAY ONE. FIRST TIME?

ft. gojo satoru — jujutsu kaisen (呪術廻戦)

your boyfriend gojo satoru is convinced you’ll never be able to knock him off of the pedestal he stands on. saying he’ll always be the one to fuck you good and straight, that you’ll never one up him. maybe it’s time to show him that he’s not always right.

ruling. nsfw — mature content

content warnings. dom! gn! reader, first time sub! gojo, anal penetration / pegging, fingering, overstimulation, bratty gojo, slight dacryphilia, dumbification themes, hair pulling, spit as lube, established relationship, plot before porn

an. this came out way too long. anyways hope y’all enjoy day 1, some of the kinks listed on the ml did not make the cut bcs the fic would take 80 years to read and the intro is already cutting into my lifetime. also not proofread. anyways enjoy fucking gojo!!

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you and your boyfriend gojo satoru have been dating for five months at this point. your relationship is everything you’ve ever wanted in one; secure, loving, and honest. satoru is the most caring man you’ve probably ever met— though cheeky, he’s just as infatuated with you as he was when you first met.

not only is gojo amazing, but so is the sex. not to be a prude, but it’s true. he knows how to take care of his baby and never wants to leave you unsatisfied.

the only sour thing about your relationship is his teasing. especially in the mornings-after.

when you’re groaning, pressing down on a muscle in your back as you complained to gojo about how hard he went down on you the night prior. your boyfriend’s fierce laughter as he’s propped up on one arm, staring at you from his safety beneath the covers of your shared bed and messy hair.

“aw, c’mon, you know you liked it.” gojo would say as you kept prodding at your shoulders and legs. you’d shoot him a dirty look and he’d snicker loudly again. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. i’ll make it up to you today, i swear.”

one morning, your boyfriend had tossed his still-bare body over yours after a long session that night. face first into the pillow behind your head; long, spindly limbs sprawled out like a starfish on top of you as you both shared silly remarks about the long night you both had.

“y’know, one day, i’m gonna get you back for all the times you leave me sore like this,” you huffed, earning a muffle giggle from your boyfriend with his head in the sheets. “what? i’m serious.” you insisted.

gojo’s head snapped up to look at you. squinted blue eyes followed by another ugly little giggle. “uh huh, i bet.”

“what do you mean, ‘you bet’?” you scrunched your nose as your boyfriend gave you another mean chuckle through his big grin. “c’mon, y/n. you know you can’t top my skills.”

“now what does that mean?” you shot back, cocking an eyebrow at gojo’s funny expressions.

he hummed, thinking for a bit before turning his attention back to you. “you know i’m good at what i do. if you even tried to top me, you’d just end up giving up anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “not true.”

“what’s not true? that you’d give up, or that i’m good? because y’know, these fingers aren’t only good at sorcery—”

“yeah yeah, shut the fuck up.”

ever since that night, though, you haven’t stopped thinking about the idea. reversing the roles. it’s something the both of you had never tried before, but were you open to the idea. you just needed to make sure that satoru was, too.

but there was something different about tonight in particular that made you feel a bit more confident than usual.

it started off as it usually did whenever the both of you were in the mood. a handsy hello as soon as you got home from work; peppering your face with kisses and fingers pressing against your hips as you let your boyfriend lead you to the bedroom.

you’d barely be able to get a word in with the way gojo would welcome you home. lips quickly pressed together and without hesitation your back would be against the mattress and clothes discarded onto the floor.

“missed you today.” gojo mumbled into the kiss, lips sloppily trying to chase the pattern the both of you shared. hands gripping at your sides as he pushed you eagerly onto the bed.

as soon as you hit the bed you immediately grabbed at his arms and pulled him forward onto you. something inside you was pounding— pounding for tonight to be different than the rest.

you pulled gojo onto the bed, chest rising with heated breaths as a switch in your brain flipped. hands pushing him down beneath you, his back against the sheets as your boyfriend let out a breathy gasp.

“hey, what’re you doin’?” gojo mumbled, looking up at you through glassy eyes and white lashes as you reveled at the sight of satoru beneath you— a sight you weren’t used to seeing, but welcomed with open arms.

“you’re gonna let me take care of you tonight. okay toru?” you said, his eyes blowing wide and lips twitching into a small grin.

“take care of me?” he chuckled, watching as you slowly started to undo his shirt. “i’d like to see you try.”

you rolled your eyes as you pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. gojo watched your every movement, watching with interest as one of your hands quickly went to circle one of his nipples.

he shivered at your cold fingertips tracing along his chest, but laughed all the same. “what, ‘s this all you’re gonna do? c’mon, baby, let me just take care of you and— mmph.” gojo was promptly cut off when he felt your fingers press against the hard-on in his pants. a small smile crept onto your lips at the sight.

“hush, toru.” you muttered, palming him through his pants as gojo let out a strained groan. “this is what you get for being so mean to me all the time. leaving me brusied and sore.”

“you said you wanted it rough.” satoru panted, looking down at you as his long fingers started to grab at the sheets beneath him. “oh, i do.” you shrugged. “but now, it’s your turn to feel what i feel.”

your boyfriend’s breath hitched in his throat at the words from your tongue. he quickly gathered himself, clearing his throat to mask the whimper that slipped his lips. “you’ll just give up, y’know. you’re just gonna give into me and come crawling back.”

“that’s what you may think, but i know what i want.” you said, removing your hand from his bulge to reach for his glinting silver belt buckle. “you’re gonna take my cock and behave, just like i do for you. and if you don’t like it, you can say our safe word and leave.”

gojo gulped. he knew you wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want. he was in the position to say no whenever he wanted to. but the thought of your thick cock splitting him open had him salivating; even if he didn’t want to admit it to his big ego.

“satoru.” your voice called him back, snapping him out of the trance he was in. he looked down at you, his belt already undone and ready to be pulled off. “color, satoru. tell me what you want.”

he swallowed thickly again, lips parting as he whispered. “green.”

you smiled softly at him, slowly pulling his belt from the loops as you muttered a slow “alright.” unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down alongside his boxers. his pretty cock revealing itself to you.

“already leaking for me, huh toru?” you snickered, the feelings of your breath along his dick making him twitch.

“still gonna break you, y’know.” gojo murmured. “you’re just gonna give up and beg me to fuck you.”

“whatever makes you feel better.” *you said plainly. the tone in your voice left him shivering. suddenly, you raised your hand to his lips and with no hesitation said, “spit.”

gojo blinked down at you, who was watching him expectantly. he parted his lips and let his tongue slip forward, spitting onto your fingers as he maintained eye contact with you. “thank you, toru.” you said, lubricating your fingers before you lined them with the edge of his hole.

he felt his heart leap into his throat when your fingertips prodded at his entrance. silently, satoru spread his legs to let you know he wanted you. and you seemed to understand his prompt, for almost immediately your long fingers slipped into him with ease.

“fuck, oh god.” gojo immediately hissed, clenching tight around your middle and ring fingers as they slowly began to thrust in and out of him. “oh my god.”

he watched as your hand worked at his insides; curling your fingers as the sorcerer finally allowed for small whines to slip past his lips. each sound left his stomach turning— the dirty sounds of his own hole clenching around his partner’s fingers making him shudder.

gojo was stuck at small whines of pleasure, heavy breathing and the occasional gasp, until your fingers hit a particularly good spot inside him that made him cry out.

“ohn— oh fuck,” gojo whined out. “there. right, right there, that— ah!” he gasped when your fingers curled against his sweet spot, making him flinch and pulse around you. “‘s that feel good, satoru?” you asked, slowly thrusting your fingers in and out of his hole, taking note of the way his fingers curled around the satin sheets of your shared bed.

satoru nodded. his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths as he kept his eyes locked on you. “yeah. feels good. right there, feels so good…” he murmured. jolting back with every thrust of your fingers in and out of him, muscles tensing and relaxing in ragged patterns before you eventually pulled your fingers out.

“so messy.” you murmured, raising your hand to his mouth again. “spit.” and he did, right onto your fingers once more.

“i think you’re ready to take me, toru.” you spread his legs and began to undo your own buckle. your boyfriend watched your hands, every move closer to watching you reveal yourself making him almost shake with anticipation.

it wasn’t until you finally pulled out your cock did he realize how big you truly were. eyes blowing into saucers as he immediately began to blabber.

“you look so big!” satoru whined. “no way you’re gonna make me take all of that!”

“oh, i will.” you purred, pressing the head of your cock to his hole. he flinched, feeling your tip just against his ass as he went to protest again. “why can’t i jus’ fuck you like usual, baby?”

you laughed meanly at his words. “what, are you scared, satoru?” you asked, leaning in and simultaneously pressing your tip just against his opening. “scared i’m gonna break you open?”

“no!” gojo shook his head furiously. “i just- i just think you’re gonna get tired and give up.”

you sighed, staring down at your boyfriend with his big wide eyes and wet eyelashes. after a moment of bathing in his beauty, you grabbed hold of his thighs and leaned back. “color, satoru.”

gojo hesitated. looking from you down to his drooling cock that was just begging to be touched. his inflated ego kept hammering in his chest, but the feeling of your tip against his hole drove every thought away and left him squirming.

“green.”

“good.” and before he knew it, you’d forced yourself into him. a loud moan clawing its way through his throat and spilling from his lips as you began to pound into him, gradually picking up speed.

suddenly, that same hammering feeling in his chest immediately died out. as soon as satoru felt your cock sliding in and out of his walls, pressing up against his prostate with every thrust, his demeanor immediately unraveled.

“fuck— oh my— fuck, you’re so big!” gojo cried out. hands scrambling to ground himself as he gripped onto the sheets. “ah— oh— oh my fucking, please, y/n!”

you couldn’t help but watch gojo’s big blue eyes grow teary. rolling back into his head as you fucked him, forcing his legs back to angle yourself well enough to hit all of the right places.

“already all ruined for me, satoru.” you cooed. your words slipped into his brain and toyed with his thoughts, leaving him quietly whimpering as he felt your hands near his head.

all of a sudden, the cloudy feeling forming in gojo’s brain flickered as you took a handful of his hair and forced him to look at you. yelping as your fingers intertwined with his snowy locks and pulled his head up.

“what was that you said earlier about me getting tired and giving up, toru?” you asked, hips angling and pounding into him faster and faster. all he could do was hiccup and gasp, head subtly bobbing from the force of your thrusts combined with the weakening grip on his scalp.

“ahmm— ah, i don’t— uhn…” he stammered, too focused on the feeling of the head of your cock kissing his prostate with every thrust to make out the words you were saying. the fog in his head was coming back, accompanied by a knot tightening in his stomach.

satoru was panting and shaking. too focused on the heat in his lower abdomen spreading across his body. “i’m- it’s-” he stuttered out, words slurred together. his brain was rattling inside his head. too embarrassed to admit the fact that he was already about to cum his brains out to himself as you kept hammering his hole. “y/n, i’m gonna— haaah, oh!”

“gonna what?” you asked, thrusts growing deep and sloppy as you kept your quick pace. “c’mon, finish your sentence. don’t tell me you’ve already gone dumb.”

his vision grew blurry with tears, a few even spilling over and down his cheeks. the heat in his stomach kept burning, hotter and hotter as his brain tried to scramble for words to try and form a sentence. hell, even a word would be nice.

“ah, ahn, i’m— haah, ah, ah!” gojo began to squeal. your grip on his hair grew tighter as he completely began to forget you were even talking to him.

and suddenly, he was cumming all over himself with a garbled “cu— ah, aahhn!” his scalp burning from the force you held him up with, legs twitching as his cock bobbed with every stream of cum he coated his stomach with.

you slowed your thrusts as you watched him cum, but didn’t halt completely. as soon as he was done, you immediately began picking up your pace once more.

“wait, wh— fuck!” satoru whined out as you let go of his hair and flipped him onto his hands and knees. his head stuffed into the pillow that was once below him as you drove your cock into his hole with more fervor than before. “i- i just came! y/n, baby, i just-”

“i never said you could cum, did i?” you asked. immediately he shut his mouth, clenching around you with a loud whine. “you’re gonna keep taking my cock until i’ve cum. until then, you sit here and look pretty for me. is that clear?”

at first he didn’t respond. not until you grabbed hold of his hair from behind and forced him up again. “i said, is that clear, satoru?”

gojo eagerly nodded his head, panting and whimpering with your every movement. “yes. yes, ‘s clear! fuck me, please!”

you were going to have a long night.

[flyingwargle]

august fanfic recommendations!

this is indeed going to be a series. check out july's recommendations!

(also, feel free to give me recs! i'm kind of picky, but i promise to look at what you suggest before adding it to my 80 tabs of fics hehe. rec your own fics if you want 😎)

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life Too) t. 6.1k. sakusa gets hung up on the idea of indirect kissing and indirect hand holding and becomes enamored by the idea of holding atsumu's hand. lovely prose, sakusa is insane in this (affectionate) and atsumu is very loving.

Watching You for Love t. 6.6k. sakusa moonlights as a dj and atsumu finds him out. THIS FIC!! amazing prose and imagery, and sakusa falling for atsumu is also beautiful. please give it a shot <3

Hall Pass t. 6.8k. sakusa and atsumu discuss one another's hall passes and sakusa gets hung up on why atsumu's is saeko. i admit, i still don't know what a hall pass is despite reading this, but it depicts a somewhat jealous sakusa and saeko kissing atsumu, which is more than i could ever ask for.

atsumu, atsumu, let down your hair t. 7.1k. sakusa and atsumu move from fwb to being in a relationship but it's hard to be domestic after being physical. we love healthy communication in a relationship in this house.

the 28 postcards you left me t. 8.3k. after breaking up, atsumu leaves postcards for sakusa in animal crossing. this hurt to read, especially with how in love they were, until they weren't. there's a happy ending, though <3

The Jacket In Your Closet t. 8.6k. once upon a time, atsumu gave sakusa his newly purchased jacket because he saw him uncomfortable in a crowd. atsumu's forgotten about it but sakusa never did (and continues to have a crush on him).

stuck between a rock hard place, or something m. 10.4k. atsumu starts popping boners whenever sakusa opens his mouth. hilariously written and sweet <3 this made me so glad that i like girls because the way sakusa is described here is just. wow. he really is attractive. good for atsumu.

Situated Motionless in the Center of the Heavens t. 15.1k. "For a very long time, Atsumu could barely stand Sakusa. And can you really blame him? It’s Sakusa, the human equivalent of the feeling you get when you bite into a chocolate chip cookie and realize with profound disappointment that it’s actually oatmeal raisin instead." if that doesn't convince you, just know that atsumu is dense af but he ends up realizing his love in the end.

From Afar t. 17.4k. i could probably make a list of skts fics where sakusa has some kind of ability and intends to keep everyone at arm's length until miya atsumu ruins everything. the ability that sakusa has in this is unique and plays into his mysophobic tendencies beautifully. the way he and atsumu compromise with his gift is a delight as well. just beautifully written overall <3

Again, until it's perfect. t. 18.2k. sakusa and atsumu accidentally pull off a minus tempo quick and they start practicing it. i read this after situated motionless in the center of the heavens, and let me tell you - going from dense atsumu to dense sakusa is so, so good. they're so dumb, i love them /affectionate

One Track Mind m. 18.8k. suna and osamu publicly break up and sakusa is left wondering if it's a good time to tell atsumu that he loves him. hilarious, introspective, with some spice. a perfect blend for an excellent fic <3

In Pursuit of Happiness t. 19.1k. modern magic au where sakusa works at a magic shop after selling his happiness, and atsumu is a pest trying to make him feel happy again. lovely worldbuilding and slowburn!

Better Find Another Superstition t. 21.3k. 7/7. another modern magic au where sakusa and atsumu are forced to work together to resolve an issue with the city's magic supply. hilarious prose, and very light-hearted with a cool magic system in the background. one of my favorites <3

how can I not be moved (by you) t. 26.4k. 3/3. an achingly beautiful magic au where sakusa runs an apothecary and atsumu is a warlock. the worldbuilding is rich and the slow burn is delicious. absolutely beautiful and fluffy <3

pascal's wager t. 34.1k. 6/6. a sakusa character study and his obsession with superstition from atsumu's pov. beautiful writing, lovely wingmen to help atsumu (gourd bless osamu, akaashi, and bokuto) and lovely prose <3

the awful daring of a moment's surrender m. 34.2k. 7/7. in which sakusa lies to himself that he wants nothing with atsumu but atsumu is persistent. beautiful prose (i read so much of this writer's works, they're all so good) and lovely ending <3

Teach Me, Tune Me, Tempt Me e. 38.8k. 10/10. sakusa asks atsumu to teach him about the many firsts needed to enter his first relationship. oh, the pining, the angst, and of course the smut was on point.

sunaosa

working backwards till it rhymes t. 4.2k. gin congratulates suna and osamu on their anniversary, except they aren't dating. or are they? hilarious prose and premise, absolutely loved it.

reasons to microwave an elixir t. 8.2k. university au, modern magic au, roommates to lovers galore. i absolutely loved the prose and how sunaosa developed over the fic. definitely one of my favorites!

you never have to wander, wonder t. 22.6k. suna is the cameraman for the twins' buzzfeed-like worth it youtube series. lovely, lovely pining and prose.

iwaoi

What spring does with the cherry trees e. 7k. pwp with lovely prose and so much love between iwa and oikawa. reading it made me feel soft and fluffy.

galaxies, within you t. 21.1k. makki and mattsun are the absolute best in this. i love the seijoh4's banter and friendship, and how iwa and oikawa eventually confess their feelings for each other. the prose is hilarious and beautiful!

bokuaka

35mm t. 20.9k. 3/3. another fic where akaashi and bokuto slowly fall in love through high school but more movies, akaashi is a movie buff, and lovely prose <3

other

but i am strong (strong enough to carry him) t. 5.3k. atsumu gets a call that osamu has a breakdown and he, aran, and suna comfort him. a beautiful brotherly fic and the helping hands around osamu.

A Full Stomach g. 6.9k. kageyama notices that hinata is eating less and less these days and intervenes. hinata protection squad arise! so much fluff to the hurt, my son deserves everything that karasuno gives him <3

if it's me, it'll be okay t. 9.1k. yachi discovers she's aromantic and goes through it. also, she's best friends with sakusa and it's the best thing ever. a lovely exploration of aromanticism, please give it a shot <3

city's on fire t. 10.5k. cyberpunk au where the twins can hack into memories and rewrite them. the worldbuilding is unique and the twins' relationship is achingly tender but painful with a happy ending.

An Opponent Is Announced g. 13.1k. sakusa has no idea who oikawa is while the rest of the jnt does, hence commencing a (non-serious) investigation into him. love the character dynamics and plot, just a fun, light-hearted read.

a best man's worst problems t. 14.1k. kagehina. tsukishima is asked to be kageyama's best man at his wedding and to give a wedding speech. lovely outsider pov of kagehina's blooming relationship through the years from one very exasperated salty dinosaur.

Safe & Sound t. 17.3k. 5 times kitagawa daiichi ignored kageyama's suffering and 1 time karasuno didn't. oh boy, this hit me in the face with the ANGST and then the comfort. emotionally prepare yourself for this (i wasn't, and my heart shattered in a million pieces).

Common side effects m. 89.9k. 16/16. kuroken. THIS FIC WAS SO GOOD. kuroo is a depressed 30 year old reconnecting with kenma after 3 years of silence. it depicts the monotony and depression of adulthood so well, and the cast is so loving and supportive of kuroo while he was going through it. please give this a shot <3

[gellavonhamster]

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Fanfic Writer 20 Questions

1. how many fics do you have on ao3?

53. This number is misleading, however, because I have a lot of works posted in two languages - Russian and English. If we subtract translations but count all my ASOUE one-shots separately (in Russian I have most of them posted as a single multi-chapter fic), it makes... hang on lemme count... 41. It is not everything I’ve ever written - there were other fics, published in archives or blogs that either don’t exist anymore or that I abandoned long ago. 

2. what is your ao3 word count?

169,322. Again, part of this are translations - no idea what part.

3. how many fandoms do you write for and what are they?

I haven’t written anything for the last year and a half, not counting translations of two older fics, unfortunately (one day! Hopefully, one day I will write again!), but my most recent main fandoms were ASOUE and Dracula, plus one work written for Frontier and Dark each.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

1. give me one good honest kiss (113) - a series of vignettes about the romantic, platonic, and semi-platonic kisses shared among the Polycula™, my main contribution to the Dracula fandom. I think it deserves that, honestly. Maybe I could’ve come up with more interesting circumstances for some of the pairings - there were those in case of which I knew precisely what I want to write and those that I felt I just have to write something for - but overall I’m pleased with it and I’m glad if other people are too.

2. Вспомнить всё (Total Recall, 95) - this is one of the first fics I posted on ao3 and one of those that only exist in Russian. It’s a humorous Teen Wolf story about Derek Hale waking up hungover and finding out, horrified, that his pack of high schoolers threw him a birthday party the day before. I don’t think about this story much these days - I am long over Teen Wolf - but I think it turned out okay for the 2015 me and still is funny, and readers seem to agree.

3. A Simple Life (84) - in which Beatrice, Bertrand, and Lemony contemplate the possibility of having children, with flash forwards of Lemony thinking about the Baudelaire children years later. I did some things I really like in it, such as Beatrice telling Lemony they need three children and Lemony assuming she means volunteers for some VFD plot, and Lemony dreaming of Theodora after Bertrand’s death, but in general it’s not my favourite ASOUE fic that I’ve written - though, of course, I am happy that people like it.

4. Here's Looking at You, Kid (80) - B/B/L and kids again, this time with more focus on Violet being Lemony’s biological daughter. This was written for the Sugar Bowl Tournament, and I still feel like it might be obvious from the text that I was in a bit of a hurry when writing it and especially translating it into English, but apparently it’s not as bad as I thought when I posted it. Not my favourite among my ASOUE fics either, though.

5. Souvenirs (69 nice) - a Dracula fic, a short and extremely self-indulgent Quincey/Jack one. I am quite fond of this silly piece of fluff, so I’m definitely not complaining it made it into the top five.

5. do you respond to comments? why/why not?

I always try to, even if most often it doesn’t get more creative than ‘Thank you so much!”, though it, of course, depends on the comment - if a reader is asking questions or commenting on specific parts, I am happy to carry on a conversation. I’ve received comments that are just emoji or keysmashes - I don’t reply to those, because I don’t know how, but I am grateful for them as well. I really appreciate feedback, and I know from experience that commenting on fic may be challenging, especially in a foreign language, so I want people to know that their comments make me happy. 

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Of those that are on ao3 (I’ve honestly forgotten most of my older fics), that must be give me one good honest kiss - the last of the vignettes it is composed of ends with the mention of canonical character death. I rarely write angst, I’m more of a bittersweet-but-hopeful ending kind of writer.

7. do you write crossovers?

Usually, no. In my teenage years, when I often wrote for various fic fests, I sometimes wrote crossover drabbles if some prompt gave me an idea, but never a proper long (or at least longish) story. The only one I have on ao3 is Herr Lucifer, Beware, Beware, a crossover of Dracula and Carmilla - it just feels so tempting and natural to imagine all classic Gothic novels taking place in the same universe.

8. have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Hmmm. It wasn’t exactly hate, but I remember posting two ficlets for a Russian novel called The Gray House (“Дом, в котором...”) in the blog community dedicated to this book, and the first comment I received was so rude, condescending, and picking on the weirdest things (like pointing out some absolutely normal words and claiming that they’re too archaic) that I was kinda taken aback, didn’t know how to respond (and whether I should), and in the end just deleted that post. Mind you, those were far from being my first fics (though I was much younger then), they weren’t much different in style from my other works that all were generally well liked, and I got positive feedback on them when I posted them on my own blog. Don’t know what was wrong. Then again, that fandom as such had unpleasant vibes - lots of people thinking themselves Very Special.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I wish! But no, I don’t think I’m skilled enough. I’ve only written one fic that might be qualified as smut (Terpsichore, B/B/L again), and it was hard to write even though it is very tame by smut standards.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

In a way, yeah. Long ago, in Harry Potter fandom, a reader told me someone took one of my short fics and sort of expanded it to make a longer text, while leaving my sentences unchanged. The site I posted fanfiction on back then (hogwarts.net, a Russian HP fic archive, no idea if it’s still functioning) had a forum, one of the topics on which was for informing the moderators about plagiarism. I wrote about that situation there, and I don’t remember how it all ended, but I believe they took down the plagiarized one.

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I translate my own fic, but I never had it translated by someone else.

12. have you ever co-written a fic?

I vaguely remember there being attempts back when I was still is school, but nothing came out of it.

13. what’s your all-time favourite ship?

These change as time passes, of course, but right now, although ASOUE doesn’t occupy as much of my mind as it used to (while still being very dear to me!), I must say it’s still Beatrice/Bertrand/Lemony. It just makes everything about canon a little bit happier and simultaneously even more devastating, you know?

14. what’s a wip that you want to finish but you don’t think you ever will?

I don’t really have any - I don’t write that much to begin with, and when I start writing something once in blue moon, I usually finish it before starting something else. At most I have some ideas that I carry in my brain but cannot make myself start working on in earnest. Right now, the most concrete of these must be Charles/Jerome in book!verse instead of Netflix!verse, but I am not sure I can make it interesting enough.

15. what are your writing strengths?

Ha, I don’t even know, it’s probably for the readers to decide. Dialogue, perhaps? I’ve often found myself smugly satisfied with the lines I came up with for different characters. In case of ASOUE specifically, I also think I’m pretty good at incorporating references to other books into my stories the way it is done in canon.

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT. I can’t develop plot for shit, and I treasure the few works where I managed to construct some semblance of it. All I can really write is characters Talking about Stuff and Feeling Things.

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I think that unless it’s a language that the author speaks very well, in order for it to be done well, one really needs to consult the speakers of that language, because machine translation is not reliable enough for this. It can add to the atmosphere of the fic, but if it’s incorrect, it might ruin the impression for the readers who speak that language, especially native speakers. Tbh I don’t think there’s anything wrong with just mentioning within the text that some lines or other are spoken in another language.

18. what is the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Unless we count stories about Winnie-the-Pooh and his friends I wrote as a wee kid (up to making my primary school classmates stage a play I wrote), my first fandom was a Russian YA book series Tanya Grotter (a parody of Harry Potter, yes) by Dmitri Yemets. I was 13 when I found the forum dedicated to these books and their adjacent series, Mefodiy Buslaev, opened the fanfiction section and discovered that wow, you can write stories based on the stories you love and share them with the people on the internet! And immediately proceeded to write a multi-chapter fic and then a bunch of one-shots. They were, well, what you’d expect of a 13–14-year-old human being, but they were a start, and through them I made friends, some of which I still keep in touch with today.

19. what’s your favourite fic that you have ever written?

Oooh, that must be cold weapons, I think. My Suicide Squad fic with which I tricked myself into seriously shipping Boomerang/Katana, under the condition that it’s the kind of slow-burn I have for them in my head. It’s the longest thing I’ve ever written, apart from some early stories I wrote as a young teen, and it took me the longest to write. As I’ve already said, I always struggle with plots, and this one has a plot, even if not a very complex one, and in general, I put a lot of effort into this story - and I’m proud of it. (I was sooo big-brained in my DCEU era, where did it all go?) 

20. who do you tag?

@afterthegreatunknown, @catwingsathena, @patron-saints - if you would like to answer, of course!

[kob131]

So some recent new info for SMTV: Vengeance came out along with me seeing a kind of dumb take has lead to wanting to talk about my thoughts on SMT V and my thoughts on Vengeance before release.

SMT V

Gameplay is good. It's the same old SMT stuff with a couple of changes. Magatushi skills are a cool new addition, if centralized due to the immense strength of Omigatiki: Critical. The massive nerf to Charge/Concentrate is pretty annoying, making them kind of useless since they only boost damage by 80%...when attacking twice would deal 100% more damage. And the nerfs to buff/debuff skills in both MP cost increased AND being temporary was too much in my opinion. You were often forced to add another layer of buffs to prevent them from expiring...which would cause a boss (read: Demi-Fiend) to use Dekaja/Dekunda, making it mute anyway.

My real compliant is that the difficulty in the game was pretty low for a mainline SMT game, especially with bosses using Magatushi skills telegraphing a certain attack...which makes it easy to use an item to block/reflect the attack which ends their turn. This rhythm makes it very easy to beat bosses. Hell, a selling point to the Shiva boss fight was that it was actually fairly challenging with the selling point of the Demi-fiend DLC being the final fight's brutality.

Exploration was pretty good too. Lots of space to manuever around demons so you could explore, relics to pick up for money, Mi-mans scattered around to encourage exploration. Even some side quests which were alright.

Visually the game's great. It's something you have to see to know but everything is rendered nicely, the models are all well made, the game's art direction is good if a bit samey due to the post-apocolaypse setting and the attacks are stunning. Same with the sound direction, especially Shiva and Demi-Fiend's boss themes.

The story...is probably the weakest part. It's not bad- Dazai is a reall interesting take on a Law-aligned character, the Chaos route is perhaps at it's most unique, Amanozaku was really cute and funny and seeing Lucifer's true form was absolutely worth it. It's just...Yuzuru and Tao are EXTREMELY underexplored and thus their motivations just aren't given for the most part, Bethal's inner conflict was just pulled at the last minute, Abdiel required you to know her myth to her understand her actions.

And...the true ending's requirements (of helping various demons) go completely against the true ending's details (creating a world without demons). Especially with Miyazu and Khoutsu, who you help then completely fuck over along with Amanozaku.

With SMT V, I really like the gameplay and visuals. But when I think about it, I can't help but also think of Pokemon Scarlet and Violet. How that game's visuals were shot with it's release schedule and it ended up looking worse than SMT V...but also how a Pokemon game, a game based on child-like power fantasy, is able to have more fleshed out characters and a more compelling story than an SMT game, a series based on engaging the player with questions of philosophy.

I bring this up because of Vengeance.

SMT V: Vengeance

I think that balancing the level scaling is a good way of showing that you are addressing the complaints people had.

I also think that the Combo Skills added in could give incentive to play with themed teams and I love the look of the demons too. And things like a new difficulty and an increased level cap makes it even more replayable.

However...I dunno about the new story. A new story doesn't necessarily make it better since the original's flaws are still there. And unless time has been taken to smooth out the story- it'll just have recurring issues as well. I don't feel the new story is better or worse- I just hope they gave the writers what they needed this time to make sure it works.

I feel far more skeptical about the new 'unique' skills. I remember the Traits being added to Persona 5, an already very easy game, and they...basically lowered the difficulty even further by adding benefits without drawbacks to a game that already gave the player so much. This was fine then, since Persona wasn't built in a way that needed crushing difficulty. Thematically, tonally and visually- Persona 5 and Royal were suited for easier gameplay.

SMT...isn't. It needs that crushing difficulty to fit with the series' atmosphere, tone and themes. All these elements synergizing together is what makes SMT so special. Hell, it's these same features synergizing that makes Pokemon so special too. Making a Pokemon game too hard to the point of basically forcing the player to use a certain party goes against the whole point of Pokemon. And likewise-making the game so easy that there's no pressure goes against the point of SMT. And giving the player more options without ACCOUNTING for those options will lower the difficulty.

As for Demon Haunts- I don't know if I like them. The whole point of demons is that they're fairly amoral creatures who don't really care about you or their care is fleeting and capricious. It's why you can basically shove them into a blender and make a new, stronger demon with no guilt- the demons' don't really have a bond with you so you can sacrifice them for more power. And you HAVE to do this because a demon that starts at a higher level will almost always be stronger than a demon that leveled up to the point with better stats, better moves and more opportunities. So trying to let the player bond with the demons that they are encouraged to dispose of when the time is right seems counterintuitive. Especially with the true ending to the original game, where you basically DITCH these creatures for humans you've known for far less time.

All in all- I am excited to see what changes have been made. But I'm also concerned that this could be SMT starting to lose its distinct identity. My hope is for a more solid story and more challenging boss fights.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

[Part 2]

Oh... your parents had some trouble as well?

Well yeah, the thing is that I'm actually a hafu; my ma is African and of course pa's side of the family didn't really approve of it but pa didn't care - he wanted to marry ma and they did.

My folks haven't really talk with them for years and it didn't help back then, especially at school where lot of kids we're weirded out by my appearance and skin tone but I try to ignore it, but I was really like that one long corn stack especially during the 80's.

Ah, so you dealt with racism yourself, I do apologize for that; I guess we both are outcast in this case.

Indeed, you seem a rather kind person as well...

Ah, it's fine - people are a lot more tolerant of it then back then these days so I'm doing a lot better. But yeah, back then I wasn't too happy at school and like avoiding it or just going to help at my family's farm but then tragedy struck...

My pa pass away from an accident and no one knew how to run the farm properly, it was pretty bad situation to be in.

Oh so your father pass away, then I suppose you took over, right?

Mhm, I sure did! Given I was going to take care of at some point but it happen sooner then expected and it gave me a good excuse to stop attending middle school as well and get away from those guys and I was surprise to learn that I run it a lot better then Pa!

I did remember that Bandai Farms before then wasn't as huge as it was, but after you took over; it had a lot of success especially during the 90's and it was how you got enroll into Hope's Peak.

Yep and I got an acceptance letter and everything; so I attended as the Ultimate Farm, improve my skills and even learning some business practices while there and graduated - Bandai Farms has become one of the best produce and I really couldn't be happen.

Well... except for the tragedy that is, but that is to be expected.

Indeed, it does but hopefully will put an end to this.

It is and it does seem you struggle a fair bit...

But I am happy you seem to be willing to work with Gundham and Sonia, Daisaku - thank you.

Ah, think nothin' of it! I mean, this is my field of expertise and it seems these guys were very informative; like they were as useful as a good harvest!

Useful harvest...? Well, thank you for the compliment.

Yeah well, anyway I think we're done here; it looks like we shot all the Monokumas and stop production. I suppose the next place is the office?

Indeed, the office should be up ahead but I recommend you all don't go into it, I need to remove somethings.

Don't worry, we will - now let's hurry and gather everything we can, so do film anything until Gundham has it taken care of it.

CAMERA MAN: Got it ma'am, let's go.

*As then the group walk down the hall and headed upstairs until they finally arrive...*

So, which one is the main office?

The first floor, the 2nd one is a break room for the drivers, now anyways, I'll open the door so can you wait out here?

Sure, will... wait outside until your done...

Thank you, so let's go...

Right then, let's go...

*As then the 2 walk inside which the office seem normal, containing a laptop and files but to the side there was an alter containing images of 4 people...*

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Exploring the factory

*As the group wander inside, Komaru kept shooting at Monokumas which Gundham shut down conveyer belts*

I'm rather surprise how easy this, is - I thought things would be harder here...

No kidding, I mean shooting at the Monokumas almost seems cake walk but never be too careful.

And why would you want it harder? As say, all I did as an Ultimate Despair was simply make produce, drug the food, give it to drivers to ship them out and that was it.

I see, so pretty much you just gave up being this dark lord and all that?

I suppose that does make sense, it's still weird but at least all we gotta do is shut it down.

Well yes we still have to go to Gundham's office.

Of course but I want to ask, the guy holding the camera - are you going to record everything?

CAMERA MAN: Oh, are you... talking about me? Yeah I am, I'm mostly just filming all of this and make sure I get everything unless miss. Esumi ask me to stop then I will.

I see... then may I question that you all don't film my office, sorry there are things in there I don't want anyone to see.

CAMERA MAN: Yeah, got it - I'll leave it be...

Alright but can I ask a question, are you all aware of who we are?

CAMERA MAN: Oh, about you guys being Ultimate Despairs? Yeah we know, our news studio is connected to Future Foundation so we know as well but don't worry, will be sure to edit you guys out.

I see, so Masa's whole studio knows as well?

Well yeah, you have to remember my studio is connected to Future Foundation meaning they saw the killing game as well and are in the know and if we catch anything that shows you all; will be sure to edit it out.

I see, well thank you for explaining...

I believe that should be the last of them, we should head over to my office now...

Right, we better make sure to grab any files that we can, I believe the other 2 foundations should be done by now.

Now that it seems we shut everything here, let's head to your office; if you don't mind...

Very well, but be warn... there are things in there that I have some value so I recommend you all to not come in until I take care of it.

Gundham, I know you wanted to take care of this but I feel we should still get the key card and get the documents.

I know but I do need to make sure that thing is remove before we destroy it, it's...honestly the only thing that I want to bring back to Jabberwock Island.

Very well...

Well hey, if there is something that you hold value; will wait for you to deal with it if you want.

Kyeheh... I am quite surprise your able to sympathize with us despite what we did, Farmer. I am curious why you don't seem to despise me.

Ah well, I'm... not exactly good with conflict or fighting much; I don't like it when people fight so I tend to avoid it and I know that most of Future Foundation fought you guys but I don't like it and i stay away from it.

I mean, I thought all you Ultimate Despair guys were like... these really violent fellas, like a rotten cabbage so I try to avoid you all.

But it seems like you weren't that bad of a person; I mean the way you trained your animals and even took care of them seems to show me you are very talented!

Yo-You think so, then I...!

Thank you, taking care of creatures and animals was something I like doing and I felt like I can trust them more then people... especially after the angel died...

The angel...?

My mother, she was the only one that took care of me, I was born out of wedlock and neither side of my family really approve of my existence so I accepted that I be disliked by everyone if they knew so I accepted it and it's why I felt more connected to animals.

My mother, she... she pass away years before I enroll into Hope's Peak Academy, I've long accepted her passing and it's probably why I feel that I was never a true Ultimate Despair...

Ah... so that's what happen, sorry to hear that; I heard kids from that situation don't get treated well, but again my folks had some problems of their own too so I can understand a bit...

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Screw Scary Movies

Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x Reader

Words: 2234

Summary: The reader and her best friend make the mistake of going to a Halloween party with her ex-boyfriend. Given her friend’s traumatic experience a year ago, things get out of hand rather quickly. 

Notes: This is just something kinda fluffy and silly (with a little angst, I mean it’s me we’re talking about) for one of my favorite horror characters. For some reason, the Scream movies have become oddly comforting for me. Probably because of Dewey. 

More 90s/80s Imagines HERE

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The party was supposed to be fun. You should have known better.

Chuck had a tendency of being a douche, especially when it involved beer and Halloween costumes. Even more so when it involved Dewey. 

Still, you only had yourself to blame. You’re the one that invited Dewey to a Halloween party a year after… well everything. 

“Deputy Dork!” Chuck exclaimed through his creepy Hannibal Lecter mask. He roughly smacked him on the back as if he was still on the football team. Dewey laughed through his wince, but you could tell how much that hurt. 

“Chuck,” You hissed. 

“Oh right,” Chuck laughed, “my bad, man. I forgot.” 

He definitely had not forgotten. 

You rolled your eyes. “Why don’t you go get me a drink?” You gave him a deadly glare before he could protest and he shuffled off into the crowd. You turned to Dewey, putting a hand on his arm. “Are you okay?” 

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” He gave you a small smile. “It’s just a little sore sometimes.” 

“He’s such a jerk.” Taking his hand, you lead him across the room, shoving your way through the sea of sexy nurses and half naked firefighters. Nobody really had the decency to move for the guy with the limp. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought you were at a party full of high schoolers. Then again, Chuck never really did grow up, so why should any of his friends? “I really didn’t think there would be this many people.” 

“That’s okay. It gives me a chance to get out of the station, you know?” He laughed nervously. You found a spot on the couch that wasn’t too crowded and motioned for him to sit. 

“Can I get you anything? Beer, soda, water?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” 

An awkward silence fell between the two of you. God, this was such a bad idea. Why did I think he’d want to come to a Halloween party? We aren’t 16 anymore.

“So, you and Chuck…” Dewey started, but his voice trailed off like he was still thinking of a way to word the question. 

“He thinks he has a shot of getting me back, but I’m really just here because we work together.” You sighed with a shrug.

“You guys broke up?” His eyes widened. 

You snorted. “Are you surprised?” Dewey just blinked back at you. “Come on, Dewey, do you really think I could’ve stayed with a guy like that? I’m surprised we were together for as long as we were.” 

“I was surprised you were together at all.” He muttered, his smile turning sheepish. 

You looked down at your lap and started to regret your costume choice. A generic witch outfit you’d picked up at the store. You only really grabbed it so you would blend in with everyone else. 

You thought about the costumes you used to wear as kids. One Halloween, you and Dewey went as Princess Leia and Han Solo from Star Wars. Even his little sister made fun of the two of you, but neither of you cared. 

Oh god. Tatum. Thinking of her was like a punch to the gut. You couldn’t imagine how he felt. 

And I’m the genius that brought him to an event just like the one she was brutally murdered at. 

“Maybe we should just get out of here.” You said, standing up. A guy in a football uniform drunkenly stumbled into you and you lost your footing, falling right back onto the couch and into Dewey’s lap. He stared at you for a second with an expression of mild panic.  

“Um, yeah, sure. Sounds good.” He squeaked. He helped you get back on your feet and you helped him off the couch. A scream made both of you jump. 

“Somebody help! I think he’s dead!”  

Your stomach dropped and your limbs went rigid with panic, but it was nothing compared to the terror on Dewey’s face. You could see everything come rushing back in his eyes. He swallowed hard and tried his best to hide the fear in his expression. 

He rushed towards the commotion in the kitchen. You followed, but got stuck behind a pair of ‘naught nurses.’ 

Sure enough, laying on the kitchen floor was one of Chuck’s buddies with a pool of blood beneath him. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped. This couldn’t be happening. Those kids from last year were dead. It couldn’t be happening again… could it? 

“Everybody get back!” Dewey called out. There was a shaking in his voice. 

You finally got through the crowd of partygoers, but stayed back like he said. 

“Is he…?” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. 

Not that you had the chance. As Dewey stood up, the cabinet door creaked open and a cloaked figure stepped out. 

No.

The look of horror on your face made Dewey freeze. Slowly, he turned around and-

“Who’s ready to finish the job, deputy?” 

Dewey’s gut wrenching scream almost hid the lack of a voice changer. 

“Chuck?” 

The whole room erupted in laughter. Everybody except the man in front of you. He was still locked in place, face contorted with fear and arms spread out to protect you. 

Chuck took off the mask. “Oh come on. Lighten up, Y/N. We’re just having a little fun, right Deputy Dork?” 

You didn’t give Dewey a chance to respond. You shoved the people surrounding you out of the way and lunged. You got a few good hits in too, before Dewey pulled you off of Chuck. 

“What the fuck?” Chuck wailed, nursing the bleeding scratch you’d left on his cheek. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You screamed. Dewey was pulling you away, but you kept reaching for the bastard. “You think this is some kind of joke? Do you have any idea how sick this is?”

“Relax, baby, it’s not like you were there.” 

“You think this is about me?” 

The anger growing in his eyes made everything clear. 

You scoffed. “Did you seriously think this party would make me want you back? That this-” you held up the mask you’d ripped out of his hands, “would make me ever want to be with you again?” 

“Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t take a joke on behalf of your new boyfriend,” Chuck seethed. “I mean, come on, Y/N, the guy came toe-to-toe with a couple of highschoolers and lost.” 

You jumped at him again, but Dewey held you back. 

“Y/N, just stop,” Dewey pleaded, turning you around to face him. “I don’t need you to fight for me.” 

While the trembling in his voice made you want to tear Chuck to pieces, the look in his eyes begged you not to. 

You took a deep breath and took his hand. “Let’s just get out of here.” 

Dewey nodded and mustered a small smile as if to tell you he was okay. The crowd parted around you, probably because you looked like you were ready to kill someone. You just reached the closest exit when you heard Chuck yelling. 

“At least I would have stopped it!”

Now, Dewey was the one who stopped. 

Chuck emerged from the sea of costumes with a stupid, angry look on his face. 

“I would have figured out Stu was a freak before he even had the chance to pick up that knife. But you didn’t, did you Dewey?” He smirked. “Everybody’s talking about how Sydney fucked Loomis, but we all seem to forget about Stu’s girlfriend.”

“Chuck, don’t,” you spat. Dewey kept his grip on your hand so you couldn’t go around him. 

“But then again, it’s kinda hard to keep track of all of Tatum’s flings, isn’t it, Dewey? Who could blame you for not realizing that your sister had her tongue down a killer’s throat?” 

Dewey’s shoulders tensed. He spoke through his teeth. 

“Come on, let’s go.” He turned back to you and you started to open the door to the garage. 

“I wouldn’t go out that way, Y/N,” Chuck sneered. “I hear garage doors can be pretty dangerous when you’re a loser-fucking-whore.” 

You watched Dewey’s face change from anguish to rage. Before you realized what was happening, his fist was colliding with Chuck’s nose. Chuck collapsed back into his now not-dead buddy.

 You both just stood there in shock- especially Dewey. He kept looking down at his fist like he didn’t know what just happened. 

“You little shit!” Chuck screamed. “I’m gonna kill you!”

“Come on.” You took hold of Dewey’s arm and pulled him through the door. 

-

He winced and another bought of apologies fell from your lips. You tried to press the ice gently on his knuckles. 

“It’s okay,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “I mean, leave it to me to mess up my good hand, right?” He laughed. God, even now, he was trying to make you feel better.

“That was quite the punch,” you said. You remembered the shock and fury on Chuck’s face with a fondness you wouldn’t soon forget. 

“I could say the same for you.” He took the ice and held it to his hand, finally adjusting to the soreness. “I’ve never seen you so angry.”

You scowled. Your fingers picked at the splintering wood of your porch steps as you tried not to look at his sweet expression and puppy-dog eyes. “What kind of sicko does something like that? After everything that happened to you and to…” You shook your head. “Hell, if you hadn’t been there I could have killed that fucker.” 

“Hey, I meant what I said back there,” he started with a sigh. “I don’t want you getting stuck in the middle of things. We aren’t fighting off lunch money thieves or schoolyard bullies anymore. I’m a man now. I can handle myself.” His tone held a determination that you couldn't help but admire. All he wanted was to be taken seriously. “Besides, I don’t want you getting into trouble for my sake.” 

You stood up, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Stop being so nice to me, Dewey. This is all my fault. I knew that party was a bad idea, I knew Chuck would be an asshole, and I should have known he would do something like this. But bringing up Tatum is a new low.”

Dewey flinched. He didn’t talk about Tatum. Ever. Even with you. Just saying her name felt wrong on your tongue. 

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the cry escaping your throat. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop the tears from choking you. 

“I-I’m so sor-sorry Dewey,” you could barely get the words out. 

“Oh, Y/N, no, no, no, please.” He got to his feet as quickly as he could and moved so he was directly in front of you. “Please don’t cry. I’m okay, really. I promise. Chuck may be a jerk, but I had fun with you.” 

“Right, sure, right up until they turned the worst thing to ever happen to you into one big joke,” you sniffed. 

“I don’t care about that. I just want to be with you.” 

You wiped your eyes. “W-what?” 

His hand reached for your cheek and wiped away a stray tear. He was shaking, he was so nervous. 

“I just always want to be by your side. Ever since we were kids, I couldn’t imagine myself going through life with anyone else. And after everything that’s happened, everything that’s changed… I think I know that more now than ever.” 

“Dwight, I-” you didn’t know what to say. Dewey had been your best friend since you were kids. You’d bottled up so many feelings throughout the years for the sake of that friendship, finding out he shared those feelings was almost too much for you to handle. 

So you didn’t say anything. You just put your arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss. At first he just seemed shocked, but after a moment he kissed you back. 

Holy shit, when did Dewey become a good kisser? 

You stayed like that for so long you almost forgot that the two of you needed to breathe at some point. When you finally pulled apart, you had the biggest grin on your face and he still looked like he was trying to process what happened. 

“Hey Y/N,” he started, out of breath. 

“Yeah?”

“You want to go catch a movie or something?” 

You nodded, still grinning, and held out your hand. “As long as it isn’t scary.” 

He smiled and brought your hand up to his lips before lacing his fingers with yours. You started down the path, but Dewey stopped suddenly. His expression turned into something you couldn’t quite place. An odd mix of grief and acceptance and content. 

“What is it?”

He cleared his throat. “I was just thinking…” His eyes lifted to the sky, as if looking for something among the stars. “I was thinking about what Tatum would say if she saw us. You know, together.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. “What’s that?”

Dewey looked back down at you and smiled. “Finally.”

You brought him in for another kiss, all of those years of keeping it a secret finally resolved. With your head on his shoulder and his hand holding yours, you continued the walk to the theater to watch anything but a horror movie. 

[showtoonzfan]

Y’all remember when I said the two character designs of Hazbin that I absolutely hated the most was Sir Pen and Cherri? Well, I wanted to go into a tad more depth on why I heavily dislike Cherri’s design.

I think the first OBVIOUS problem are the colors. Pinks, reds, whites, blacks, and yellows of course, the 5 colors Viv is OBSESSED with. There’s too much pink in her design, and there’s too much RED in her design. In the shots of the pilot, she barley stood out due to the brightly pink colored backgrounds, so the way she looks isn’t helpful. Her color scheme kinda reminds me of Nifty’s old color scheme, she’s just so damn brightly colored, at least before her hair was BLONDE, but now it’s pink of course. Cherri’s color scheme is once again a showcases of the issues Viv has. She’s too obsessed with these colors, and I know I always sound like a broken annoying record, but it would be nice to look at a character for freaking ONCE who doesn’t have reds, blacks, whites, yellows, and pinks in it. These colors are starting to get really boring, you’re designing DEMONS for pete’s sake, start using more color variety for the love of GOD. It’s just so funny because Viv herself had said criticism is an important thing, yet she never seems to LISTEN to it and keeps using the same colors over and over again.

Speaking of Cherri being a “demon”, yeah she looks nothing like one. Once again, she’s just a human with one eye and crazy hair, and of course that sharp toothy grin almost EVERY vivziepop character has. I get that she’s supposed to be a cyclops apparently, but adding one eye to a human design doesn’t really do anything Viv, you have to make everything else look appealing. I’ve said this before, so you’ll know that another reason to why I hate her design is that she’s another pale white skinned character, like Charlie and Katie. Again.....USE MORE COLOR VARIETY, there are other colors that exist other than white and yellow. She looks like she’s freaking RELATED to Charlie with this character design, and that kinda tells you something.

I also despise her body shape, like good LORD Viv. I don’t care for exaggerating the female body, but once again, Cherri is just another STICK FIGURE with floating boobs, wide hips and skinny legs, just like all the other female characters. To give Charlie and Vaggie credit though, Cherri’s body shape looks WORSE. It’s ridiculously lanky and over exaggerated like how she used to draw her female Zoophobia characters and I just don’t like it. Like her waist is so damn skinny and then her ass pops out, and her legs are so crazy. But enough about that, let’s get to the final problem, the BIGGEST one I have.

So....for those who don’t know, Cherri is from the 1980’s. At first, I didn’t even KNOW that because I never recalled Viv specifically confirming that, so I went to Wikipedia and it turns out that fact is true, as she confirmed it in one of her livestreams. So......yeah, apparently Cherri is from the 80’s, yet she looks like a 16 year old early 2000’s chick. She’s got the ripped clothing, fingerless gloves, I don’t even know WHAT the hell her pants are, like if that’s a skirt or not.....it’s all just.......no. For those who need a reminder, this is what most 80’s female fashion ACTUALLY looked like:

Like.....that wasn’t that hard. You just Google “80’s female fashion” and you’ll get TONS of pics. It’s honestly mind boggling how Viv screwed this up. It just goes to show that she doesn’t do a lick of research when it comes to her characters and is stuck in the early 2000’s. I could understand it being difficult to do some research for characters like Al and Sir pen who are from the really early days, but the 80’S??? It’s......it’s SO easy I’m sorry. And this is petty yes, but the more I look at Cherri’s design, the more I realize just how BAD Viv is at designing characters, especially characters who are from a specific time period, but always end up looking like sparkledog emo OC’s. Viv is always obsessed with chokers, fingerless gloves, ripped clothing, striped stockings, spiky hair, the list goes on and on. I want to say liking these things in general aren’t BAD, it’s just an issue when it comes to designing her characters. Since we haven’t seen Cherri’s redesign yet for the actual show, yeah....I hope they change her a LOOOOT. Like there needs to be a lot of changes, honestly just change her completely because this ain’t it.

So, to wrap this post up, without being petty AT ALL and speaking genuinely now, all I want is for Viv to come out of her comfort zone and put in the effort to make these characters look vibrant and the best they can be. It’s clear that she’s in her personal comfort zone, she’s stuck in the early 2000’s with most of her clothing choices, obsessed with suits and bowties, and is still only using the same few color schemes she’s drawn to, not to mention the lack of diversity in her body shapes. To this very day, it STILL feels like she’s stuck like this. Like...I’m being serious when I say I don’t think Viv has necessarily IMPROVED ever since the pilot came out, but here’s to hoping she did. I want her to actually do some RESEARCH, and just learn how to give each character VARIETY. Use more colors, use more shapes, use more features, it’s HELL with demon characters, take ADVANTAGE of that. She has so much potential, so in the future when it comes to designing characters, I sincerely hope that she steps out of her boundaries and explores more, because I DO like her art, and I want to see this show succeed.

[mandoalorian]

What about Javier Pena being jealous?????? 🥺

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Into You [Javier Pena x Female Reader] SMUT

Warnings: SMUT, inexperienced reader, angst in the start but fluff in the end ;) <3

Rating: 18+ only.

Word count: 4k

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Javier Peña did not get jealous.

But he heard the way they talked about you. He saw the way they looked at you. Gawked, undressing you with their minds. The way their lips spewed dirt and filth about the things they'd do to you if they were graced with the chance of some ‘alone time’ with you. And he hated it.

Javier Peña was anything but a saint. He had his ways. The DEA had a renown of being more reserved than the CIA, which meant Javier had earned a name for himself due to his lothario reputation.  Javier's colleagues were a lot older than him, settled down with families, children- and some even with grandchildren. Even his old partner, Steve Murphy, had a wife and a daughter. Javier had none of that. Except from you.

You were the new receptionist. Shy, fresh faced, and beaming with anticipation as you found your feet in your new job. Javier found it endearing, but he wondered how long your bubbliness would last. It wasn't all rainbows and butterflies- working for the DEA. You had an air of innocence to you, and he swore you had the kindest heart in the whole of Colombia. Javier knew from the moment he met you, that the men in his department were not deserving of you.

Javier didn't give a fuck about his reputation. But when the Colombian department extended to the CIA, Javier met a lot more men who were like himself. He saw them chat up women from his previous encounters in bars, and he saw them visit the same brothels as he did. That behaviour seemed to become normalized.

You were the only women in a department filled with horny, sex crazed men. Often, Javier would find himself watching you from his desk, only a pane of glass seperating you both. Almost always you were on the phone, doodling in a notebook as you talked to potential informants. Other times, your head was down and you were whisked away in your work. Occasionally though, he noticed CIA agents bust their move with you.

He never confronted you about it- it wasn't his place, but seeing the way they spoke to you filled a rage in his heart. Javier was lucky enough to blossom a friendship with you; one that you really valued. You didn't have many friends in Colombia, but knowing a man like Javier Peña had your back? That really brought you comfort.

Even better, you lived in the same apartment building as him. Same floor, just two doors apart. It meant that you were constantly over at his flat spending time with him. He taught you how to play poker and you enjoyed watching movies together and ordering take-out. Javier was a lot of fun.

Maybe, just maybe, you and Javier were spending too much time together. You were catching feelings for him, and shit- he was so sure he had already caught feelings for you.

Javier Peña does not catch feelings. He ran out on his and Lorraine's wedding because he was sure that he felt nothing for her. And she was his fiancée. Now, all of a sudden, he had a thing for the new DEA receptionist who sat outside his office. Only, it was more than just a thing. Javier Peña was in love. The sweet girl he had found to be so caring and compassionate, the angel who had eyes that must've been crafted by the Gods themselves and the softest lips he wished he could kiss.

You had sworn you had never been in love either, until of course, you met Javier. There was no way to explain it. You both just clicked like magnets. There was an electricity that exceeded just mere sexual tension. There was genuine feelings. 

Javier Peña is impulsive and so, when his feelings for you dawned on him, he called up his favourite sex worker; Vanessa. Not only was she good at her job, Vanessa was a good person. She was good to Javi when she didn't need to be, and that was hard to find in 80s drug-torn Colombia.

When Javi had a bad day at work- Vanessa would be at his beck and call. Sex was a way he could release any negative emotions he had. A temporary fix.

That night, you had planned to confront Javier. He had confided in you previously that he had stopped sleeping with women. Deep down, it was because of his feelings for you; although he would never admit that to you. You wanted to tell Javier that you liked him… a lot. But, you stood behind his apartment door, bottle of wine in hand, and heard Javier fucking Vanessa.

You froze up as you overheard their mixed up moans and groans of pleasure, immediately feeling stupid. Why would you believe that you actually had a chance with Javier Peña? He clearly didn't feel the same way about you.

And so you went back to your apartment, climbed into bed and finished the bottle of wine on your own. You closed your eyes and masturbated over him, whining his name as pleasure filled your core. 

And when Javier fucked Vanessa, he had her wear your pale pink lipgloss. He imagined her eyes match your specific shade and as he reached his climax, he wished it was with you. When he came, he screamed your name.

Of course, Vanessa didn't care. A job was a job to her.

After that night, you done your very best to brush away any feelings you once had for Javier. You tried really hard. You were beginning to believe it was a lost cause until CIA Agent Milo approached your desk about a month later.

Of course Javier noticed. He tried to take in the interaction between the two of you, judging from facial expressions as the glass pane in between you was practically soundproof. You were smiling, and you looked happy. Milo leaned against your desk, taking a pen and scrawling something on a sticky note. It was his number.

Jealousy was rife inside of Javi. Maybe Milo was about ten years younger than Javier, and maybe he read more fashion magazines. Although Javier considered himself stylish, you would often tease him for his 70s style wardrobe— an array of brightly coloured button up shirts, the same pair of dark blue denim jeans and pair of yellow tinted aviators. 

Javier knew Milo was no good for you. He reminded Javi of a younger version of himself. Milo was a heartbreaker, and you didn't need that. You needed someone who could look after you. Take care of you in all the ways you needed.

Not only that, but Javier knew what the CIA department was like— especially Milo. He would have nothing but questionable intentions with you. Another one of his sexual encounters that meant nothing to him but everything to you.

It was late on a Saturday evening when you nervously knocked on Javier's door. Just about to light up a cigarette, he stood up and unlocked it. His eyes widened when he saw you, slightly surprised. 

You were wearing a little black dress which clung around all your perfections, and ofcourse, your signature pink lip gloss.

"I haven't seen you in a while," he greeted as you slid past him and into the kitchen. "Want a drink?"

"No thank you." you replied, and Javier shut the front door and followed you into the kitchen.

"So what brings you here?" Javier asked, lighting his cigarette and taking a puff of smoke.

"I have a date with Milo in 45 minutes," you told Javier, awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

"Oh," Javier didn't really know how to respond.

"And, I missed you." you shrugged innocently, beckoning a small smile out of Javier. The blush that crept upon his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by you.

"So, uh, Milo, huh?" Javier questioned, taking another drag of his cigarette. He failed to realise why exactly you had come to see him- 45 minutes before your date.

"Um, yeah," you looked around his kitchen awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. "He's pretty great." you managed to force out. "He was employee of the month like, three months ago."

"Yeah a real sucker upper," Javi rolled his eyes and you gasped, nudging him playfully.

"He is not." You laughed but Javier really wasn't in the mood for whatever you were trying to do here.

"Why are you here?" he deadpanned, cutting your laugh short.

"I…" you frowned, unable to complete your sentence and earning an annoyed sigh from Javi. Maybe you were wrong to come to him.

"I don't think you should go out on a date with Milo." Javi informed you matter-of-factly; stubbing out his cigarette in the ash-tray that was conveniently placed on the kitchen counter.

"Excuse me?" you asked, your voice going uncontrollably high pitched. Javier casually placed the burnt out tab back in his mouth.

"I hear the things they say about you in the office, the sly little comments they make about you." Javier grunted, dismay written all over his face. The cigarette that was balanced in-between his perfect pink lips wobbled slightly with his building up anger. "They're no good for you. No good."

You narrowed your eyes. "No good? Javier, you don't get to be the judge of who is good for me and who isn't." You tried to stay composed but in the heat of the moment, your words came out as a snarl. Javier's dark eyes snapped up to meet yours as he tried to weigh up your expression.

"Shit, I didn't mean it like that." he raised his hands in defense and you folded your arms across your chest, awaiting an explanation for him. "It's just- we're friends, right? And I'm a guy and so, I understand what these other guys are like. And I care about you and-" 

"What if Milo cares about me?" you croaked out. Judging from everything Javier had told you so far, you were beginning to wonder if he was right. You just didn't want to believe it. Your one shot of happiness. Your one chance.

"Milo doesn't care about you." Javier deadpanned.

"Ouch Javi." you shuffled your heels around uncomfortably. You were certain your cheeks were heating up from the shame and you probably looked like an absolute mess in front of Javier. You felt embarrassed for not realising sooner. And seemingly, Javier had caught on to those feelings too.

"You have nothing to feel ashamed about," Javier comforted you, awkwardly reaching out and placing a hand on your back. You shuffled closer to him and he finally pent up the courage to pull you into his chest.

His embrace was warm and you could smell the mixture of his cigarettes and aftershave in his white shirt. You wanted to cry. If you were alone, you would've cried, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so in front of Javier.

"I feel pathetic," you whimpered, fidgeting with his tie. "You know Javi, I'm not very good at this kind of stuff. That's why I came to see you in the first place. I know that- I mean I've heard things about you. You have the experience."

Javier stiffened up and you awkwardly pulled away from him, desperately trying to read his expression in case you said something wrong. "Experience?" he questioned, his dark eyebrows knotting together.

"You- you know," you murmured, closing your hands into a fist and looking down at your feet. "You're experienced and I'm… not."

"I don't understand." Javier replied and you huffed out your cheeks.

"Fuck Javi, are you actually going to make me say it? I'm a virgin."

Javier blinked a few times. The silence was deafening. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

"I- I would've never have guessed."

"Yeah well…" Fuck, this was awkward.

"Y/N, can I tell you something?" Javier prompted.

"I guess?" you replied in bewilderment.

"When I see him talk to you- when I see anyone talk to you… I get jealous. So fucking jealous."

You swore your heart stopped. "Jealous?"

"I see the way they make you laugh and smile- and I curse myself because I wish that was me."

You raised a hand and pressed it into his chest. "Javi…" you didn't know what to say. "I- I came here for… advice. About… you know. Sex."

Javier looked you up and down and rolled his eyes, walking into his living room. When you followed him, he was already slouched into the sofa, nursing a bottle of cold beer.

"What do you need from me?" Javier sighed, feeling defeated that his attempt of admitting his true feelings had become completely lost on you.

"Show me." you whispered nervously, taking a few steps closer to him.

"I don't want to take advantage of you…" Javier trailed off but he was already wishing he could undress you.

"I want you to." you admitted, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

Javier contemplated for a moment but really, there was no question about it. He had dreamt of fucking you since the moment he first laid his eyes on you. Javier leaned forward and put the bottle of beer on the coffee table.

"Take off your dress and come sit on my lap." Javier instructed and you nodded, sliding out of your dress and letting it pool around your ankles. You went to kick off your heels when Javi interrupted. "No, keep them on."

You nodded with a slight smile. It wasn't long until you found yourself standing completely naked in front of your best friend, and Javi had gotten rock hard from just watching you undress. All his fantasies were alive.

He beckoned you over and you sunk down onto his lap. "Rock your hips over me," Javi mumbled, pressing a light kiss into your ear.

You followed his command and immediately felt a wash of satisfaction as you started to dry hump him through his jeans.

"Javi," you moaned, your eyes rolling back as you grind harder over his bulge.

"That's it, good girl," he praised, fucking a stand of your hair behind your ear. His hand fell down to your chest, grabbing and squeezing at your breasts. "Take what you need."

A huff of air escaped your lips at his words and you buried your head into the crook of his neck. His skin was warm and you could smell the tobacco burnt into his body. But also, there was a sweetness to him, like honey. The scents did not get lost on you. He was your addiction.

You raised your hands to his head, lacing your fingers amongst his locks of dark brown hair. As you increased your speed, you tugged on his hair which earned a hearty groan from Javier's mouth. The noises he made only spurred on your arousal and you felt your cunt getting wetter by the second, contracting around nothing as you began to grow desperate for his cock.

Javier felt his boxer shorts dampen as his precum dripped through the thin material. His big hands roamed your bare back and he knew that pretty soon he'd want to take his pants off. You loved the sensation of rubbing your pussy over his denim jeans, the friction tickling you in just the right ways. You loved the way he would moan or tense up when you occasionally brushed over his erection.

"This feels better than I ever could've imagined." you admitted and your eyes were hazy, glazed with tears as you pushed towards your climax.

"Yeah? Fuck, first times usually aren't this good," Javier grunted as he felt you twitch on top of him, your legs beginning to shake around him. "Can you cum for me?"

"You- you want me to cum?" you blinked, a blush creeping upon your cheeks.

"Please," Javier groaned. "Need you to cum all over me. Make a mess of my jeans."

"Oh Javi," you whimpered, putting more focus on grinding over his hard, defined bulge. It rubbed between your folds and stimulated you in a way that your fingers could never.

"I love it when you say my name," Javier hummed, holding you steady as you rode out your high. You gasped and pressed your lips against his.

He swiped his tongue over your lower lip, begging for entry which you happily granted him. But the second you opened your mouth just slightly, he slid his tongue in and you gasped out another loud moan of his name causing his grip to tighten around you. You came undone all over him, just how he had always dreamt about, whimpering into his mouth. You stopped grinding but stayed still on his lap for a few moments, letting him hold you and kiss you.

His kiss eventually left your lips and he planted sloppy love bites down your neck and along your collarbones. His grip on your breast was soft yet firm and the roughness of his hands made you want to help, especially when he rubbed his thumb over your nipple, pinching it slightly just to see what reaction he could get out of you.

"Your tits are fucking perfect." Javier groaned, licking a stripe down the valley of your breasts. You watched him with eager and excited eyes as he played with you, feeling your cunt drip with your arousal once more.

"Javi," you groaned, tossing your head back.

"What is it?" he responded, a mouthful of your tit. You paused for a moment, letting him suck on your nipples. "What do you need, my love?"

"I need you," you mewled, your toes curling involuntarily when he pulled his mouth away from your nipples with a 'pop' sound. "Need your cock to fill me up."

"Yeah? Fuck you're so dirty… never had no cock before. And you want mine? Are you sure that's what you want, sweet girl?" Javier's mustache brushed against your neck and you giggled at the tickle it gave you.

"Mm yes Javi, wanted this for so long and so bad. Wanted you. I'd hear about all the girls that you fucked and I, I just wanted to be one. One of your little fuck toys." You groaned, pleasure pooling in your eyes.

"My love, you're more than that. You're so much more than that." Javier promised you, gently pushing you off his lap so he could unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. He stood up, pulling his jeans down, along with his boxer shorts, and you couldn't help but yelp when you saw the way his long thick cock sprung out against his stomach. The tip was red and already leaking for you.

"Oh Javi," you whispered, unable to take your eyes off his manhood. "You're so- you're so big."

"Come here," he curled his finger, gesturing for you to come back over and sit on his lap.

You straddled him again and gasped, feeling his cock press between your folds. You continued to rub over him, this time feeling more freeing as your wetness glided over his erection. "I'm nervous," you admitted. "I want this Javi. I really do, but I've never- done this before." you gulped and Javi planted a reassuring kiss to your lips.

"I'll go gentle sweetheart, I promise. And if it ever gets too much, you can just tell me. Your comfort is the most important to me." Javi whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "Let me just…."

Javier lowered his hand to your clit and began to rub gently. He closed his eyes, your wetness soaking his fingers with just the smallest of touches. "Already so nice and wet for me," Javier smiled, bringing his fingers up to your lips and pushing them gently into your mouth. He watched you with his dark, lust blown eyes as you sucked your own arousal from his fingers. "How do you taste?" 

"Good," you replied, blushing again and hopelessly fluttering your eyelashes which framed your eyes.

Javier lowered his hand again and you lifted yourself up slightly. He slid his middle finger in, deep, and you were surprised at how well you could take him. He left his finger inside of you for a second before rubbing his index finger against your hole. He looked at you, asking for approval, to which you gave him a nod and smile, and Javier pushed a second finger inside of you. This earned a moan from you, followed by a giggle as he slowly stretched you out by pumping his fingers in and out of you.

Feeling your walls contract around him, he removed his fingers and brought them up to his own mouth, this time tasting you for himself. "Perfect." he corrected you, humming in delight.

Javier reached over to the drawer inside the coffee table and pulled out a string of condoms. He teared open the packet of one and skillfully slid it down his length.

Javier adjusted himself slightly and you lifted off him just a few inches. He reached to his cock and held it upright, before signalling for you to sink down on him. He wanted to let you be in control. He wanted you to start doing it at your own, comforting pace.

The second you sunk down on him, you felt him twitch inside of you and your eyes widened at the unfamiliar feeling fullness. You sat down on him, nudging your nose against his and he kissed you again as you warmed his cock in your pussy.

"So tight," Javier growled, biting down on your lower lip. "How does it feel for you? Is it hurting?"

You shook your head 'no' and Javier offered you a warm smile. "Just- you're just so big."

"Take your time sweet girl." Javier murmured, kissing down your neck.

Slowly, you lifted yourself off him before sinking back down. And repeat. Until eventually you felt like you could build up a steady and comfortable rhythm— you realised you were riding him. Javier buried his head into your breasts as you bounced on his cock, your breathing hitching as you felt every one of his bumps and veins inside of you.

Javier was a mess underneath you, slurring out an abundance of incoherent curses in a wash of satisfaction as your cunt clenched around him. He knew he wouldn't last long.

You straightened up your posture and Javi shuffled backwards a little, leaning into the plush of the sofa cushions. His hips started to snap into yours as he began to meet your thrusts with loud moans. His large hands held you by your waist as he fucked you so perfectly. His cock was buried deep within you, and with every one of Javier's thrusts, he hit your sweet spot.

"I'm close," you gasped as Javier continued thrusting. You felt your heart rate pick up and your legs begin to shake as his balls slapped against your dripping core.

"Me too," Javier concluded, bumping his nose against yours and kissing you passionately. Breaking away to catch breath, he grabbed a fistful of your hair. "Cum with me. 3, 2, 1." 

The second he said '1' you broke on top of him, and Javier's cock pulsed inside of you, his seed spilling into the condom. Your cunt clenched around him, milking him of all his arousal and you were left, a breathless mess, on Javier Peña's lap. His cock slipped out of you and you groaned at the lost feeling of fullness. Javier pinched the condom and took it off before throwing it into the nearby trash bin.

Javier's dark eyes blinked up at you a few times as you both took a few minutes to regain your breath. "How was it?" Javier asked eventually, exhaling shakily.

"Better than I ever could've imagined." you offered him a smile. He always found that your smile was contagious and he couldn't help but grin at you back.

"Listen- what I said to you before- the whole, "I'm into you" thing… if you're not ready, I completely understand." Javier told you.

You couldn't bring yourself to fathom words so you simply just pressed a kiss into his lips. "I'm into you too, Javier Peña." you whispered and felt Javier grin into the kiss, his hands twisting into your hair as he pulled you deeper into him.

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The Sandman, Netflix edition!

The Sandman, Netflix edition! I’ve seen episodes 1-3 and am pausing here to give some thoughts, because I’m not actually capable of binge-watching ten episodes in one day. Here be spoilers for eps 1-3 of the show and the entirety of the comics.

I audibly said ‘eee’ when the title came up, Episode 1: Sleep of the Just

It’s interesting to see how most of episode 1 with Dream’s imprisonment in the circle is told from Alex’s POV instead of Dream’s, and how that changes the narrative. It’s a good change – I don’t think you could adapt the original directly into another medium, the thing where we’re so closely in Morpheus’s perspective at the moment when he is furthest from understandable-humanity (‘waiting’. A hundred years! Well, 80 in comics!canon, they’ve bumped it up to 100, that makes sense. I just realised this is all happening in 2016 now! Make sense, as we all know everything in the world happened in 2016!)

Anyway it means we end up rooting for Alex to make Better Life Choices than his father and I enjoyed that, as a narrative! Man, that moment when Roderick Burgess was dead and they reached for each other through the glass, when Alex could have let him out… one of those moments when you know what’s going to happen, because it has to happen, but you still hope. Nicely done.

The moment with Jessamy was predictable, but still, a very nice shot (meaning cinematography, but I guess literally too :p)

Was Randall orig!canon, I don’t think so? Also a great addition, though – we see Burgess change throughout the episode too, from asking for his son back to asking for immortality for himself, excellent subtle storytelling. Makes him more three-dimensional, while keeping him still obviously a shitty person from the start given he has another son he’s mistreating.

No Eternal Waking, :( I was looking forward to the horror of it, because I am a ghoul. I’m guessing it would have been too unsympathetic as a starting character moment? But how Morpheus changes is the point, it’s why it makes so much of a difference when he goes back at the end of the series and wakes him! (I guess he can still do that, eternal sleep is still pretty bad, but still)

In general they seem to be making this all about Morpheus’ character development (from what I’ve seen so far, I’m especially going from the Matthew stuff in episode 3, the whole ‘I don’t want another raven’ thing) and I don’t think I like that. I think I remember Mark Oshiro said a lot of what we’re here for is the side characters and world while Dream stays static and that does feel true. Of course, Dream does change, massively in under-the-surface moments, but this feels like it’s foregrounding it too much?

Also Constantine and ep3 framed it like… how he feels about humanity is because of how Burgess treated him, and he needs to unlearn that. Whereas (looking ahead to the end of the season here) comic!Sandman would 100% have killed the dream vortex to save the dreaming before he got trapped (we know this for a fact, Desire’s plan hinged on it! Also, like, [wild gesture at entire concept/storyline] Nada, just… Nada). His character development isn’t (shouldn’t be) a change back to a previous state, it’s a change he’s making in directions he’s never gone in before which is why he ends up where he does at the end of it! … We’ll see how it goes, I guess, I haven’t seen how they do the dream-vortex bit yet.

Tom Sturridge: one of my mutuals has been complaining that this Dream is not an inhuman being not even troubling himself to mimic humanity all that much and instead is a pale dude with sticky-up hair, and… yeah, that’s true, but I’m finding myself very able to suspend my disbelief on that one. I’m gonna say this guy is the best possible Morpheus we could have given that this is live action and we don’t want him to be CGI. I don’t think a properly eldritch Morpheus is even something CGI in live-action can do anyway, he’d look the uncanny-valley of ‘bad CGI’ instead of the uncanny-valley of ‘not fully of this world’, you’d want animation for the whole thing and… animation for the real-world stuff of The Sandman would also be weird? That said, he did look kind of eldritch while naked in that glass cage, which I didn’t think was possible (didn’t even think live-action could really do that in a way that didn’t just look silly, that one shot from the trailers aside. I was surprised when the robe came all the way off at the start, I’d assumed without thinking about it that they wouldn’t adapt quite that closely to that).

Episode 2… The thing Morpheus needs from Cain and Abel for a bit of power is not their contracts in this version, it’s Gregory. Which is done to add some stakes and emotion to episode 2, I guess, fair enough (I think the original was running more directly on Wonder, ‘look at this world’), but still. It was trying to build pathos when we didn’t know any of these characters, and while Cain was having his moment with the gargoyle I was mostly thinking ‘why do I care about Cain?’ (AKA, the narrative seemed to expect me to care because Sappy Music, and I had no reason to, or to be interested. I’m interested in comics!Cain later in the series in those moments when he’s being nice to Abel and not really sure why he’s doing it. But for that we need to be used to him committing murder/s first.)

The murders later in the episode, though: very good stuff. “I don’t mind being murdered” really making the ‘first victim’ stuff even more overt, nicely done. I guess maybe this was different desiderata for how to introduce new people to concepts, doing it in a different order? I could see the stabbing-with-a-pitchfork thing being a real shock to someone who didn’t know where this was going from the start, after the introduction to them both as emotional.

(Sidenote, I am faceblind but Abel looks so much like comics!Abel it’s weirding me out on top of being impressive. His expression when Morpheus showed up – it was a tiny background detail but it seemed basically exact! And consequently it kept throwing me off that Cain’s hair is doing a swoopy thing that’s different to the comics swoopy thing and he took his glasses off, whereas otherwise I wouldn’t have cared :p)

So much Lucienne is a bit much in ep2. She’s not supposed to be special and trusted yet! She was one random librarian before she was the only one who stayed! (yes yes I know, adaptation needs, we need someone to tell us how alarming this stuff is that’s happening… though they’re using/ abusing Morpheus-voiceover anyway in that episode)

Fates: great, they adapted the position-switching thing out of the comic directly, very neat.

Johanna Constantine is fantastic and I want an entire series of her. Which is a weird thing to say when John Constantine has a series (so I hear) and I don’t even feel the slightest urge to check it out :p She’s your typical world-weary leave-everyone-before-they-get-too-close-to-me demon hunter type but it adds something to it that she’s a woman (also a bi woman, but I hear John Constantine is also canon bi so hey)… I admit at least half of that something is ‘a writing team who decide to make that trope a woman is a lot less likely to go for certain tired storylines that could go along with it’, plus novelty. Also I can be shallow if I want to be. But also her world and the characters around her (Ric the Vic!) are done so well with so little that it feels like – actually it feels like for that one episode we, and Morpheus, stepped into her TV show and Morpheus and Rachel were her case-of-the-week, and I’d love more of that show. I want to know what happened last time she got involved with the royal family!

John Dee’s pretty well done (ditto Ethel) but I don’t have much to say about him. Interested to see how much of 24 Hours gets adapted, I have picked up suggestions that the answer is ‘most of it’. Actually wait I do have one thing to say about him: “rewrite the world to one without the Sandman” is very interesting, a lot more statement-of-intent than we got from him in the original: I like this adaptation choice.

The adaptation is pretty clearly making the Corinthian into Season One Villain – he left before the Dreaming collapsed, he keeps turning up talking to Burgess and Ethel Dee and so forth, it’s clearly all setting up for a big Dramatic Conflict with him at the end, as opposed to him being just one more rogue nightmare but a very scary one. Fair enough, from a storytelling/adaptation perspective. Does make me a bit concerned for how/whether they’ll adapt non-storyline stories*. Also I don’t really care about the loss of narrative weight to John Dee but surely that and the sound of her wings should be finale really?? Just checked the episode listing, it is not. I’ll see how that goes, I guess.

(*though I guess, like, if they’ve got to adapt the Emperor Norton one to explain why Desire has beef with Dream they’ve got to adapt others so that that one doesn’t look like it’s massively more significant than it is? Though I guess they could also just ditch it. Why would you do that, though. Holding out hope for a bunch of weird unconnected dreamlands stories later down the line because Neil Gaiman is on this and knows what we want.)

Also I’m wondering how are they going to adapt A Doll’s House without a pre-existing DC Comics superhero!Sandman to be telling (part of) the narrative around? It makes total sense to ditch that even ignoring copyright, no one’s going to know who the hell he is, but what’s it going to be replaced with? We need a Lyta Hall in there somewhere for there to be a Daniel!

(looking forward to Fiddler’s Green, though. Hoom!)

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Heroes: Spencer Reid

Request: cooould i request a spencer reid x reader where the reader and Spencer are on a car ride? it could be that they are on a case and they have to drive (maybe the jet is broken? or something idk) and it's sunset, they spill feelings and so much fluff? 'With Heroes by David Bowie'

rb: @ellyhotchner

Pairing: Spencer x Fem! Reader

Warnings/Includes: mentions of Spencer's gunshot wound, kissing, fluff.

Spencer Reid chuckled as he crutched toward the SUV parked in the lot. He was a little too fast on crutches for a man who had been shot in the leg. It was a little while since he'd been let back to work and he stupidly lied about being allowed to travel so now, the way for lesser trouble was to have him drive back with another agent and Hotch assigned the dreadful task to you. "Could I at least drive?"

You shook your head as you caught up, "Flex your foot, Reid." He paused, putting his foot out and flexing it. With an immediate intake of breath and wince of pain, you shook your head again. "I will drive."

"Fine," he sighed, tossing you the keys. He paused again sheepishly at his door. "W-would you mind helping me into the car?"

"Yeah, of course, I'm sorry-" you pressed the unlock button and walked to the other side of the car with haste, taking Spencer's crutches and standing still so he could use your arm to stabilize him as he climbed in.

His thin fingers lingered on your upper arm for a second and he blinked a few times before looking up at you through his hair. "Can I choose the music?" He asked it as if it was the most serious question in the world. But he knew what was coming,

"Hell no!" You bat his hands away and darted to the other side whilst Spencer tried to beat you to the radio. He was already in the car, so of course, he beat you to it, but you jumped into the driver's seat and bat his hands away again. "Damn it, Spencer. I won't sit through another four-hour drive of nothing but Simon and Garfunkel!"

"I don't want Simon and Garfunkel!" He protested, his eyes wide. You couldn't stare him down without your heart racing, so you waved your hand in dismissal, starting the car as he fidgeted with the sound system.

Pulling out of the dank, dark of the precinct parking lot, both of you had to shield your eyes from the sun. Staying inside an interrogation room all day, you two were hardly aware it was even day. You checked the car's clock- it was nearing six o'clock.

Late spring, the days were getting longer. Shielding your eyes with the visor, you pulled onto the road. Spencer clicked a button and music began to play. You looked at him, mock-anger in your eyes and hit him in the shoulder, "This is Simon and Garfunkel!"

"Be nice, I was shot!" His voice climbed in pitch. Your hand shot forward and Spencer was faster, so he caught your hand before you could even touch the radio. His hand was cold as ice and his palms were soft. Spencer wouldn't hurt you, so the most he could do would be to stop you from acting. Your heart skipped a beat and the car swerved the slightest bit. His voice was higher now, "Eyes on the road!"

He was lucky he was so gorgeous, it saved him from a lot, but you'd never tell him that. He'd probably use it to his advantage and you had never been good with romantic feelings, so it was best you treated him with... friendly hatred. There was a thin line between working well together and working too well together so you used your friendly hatred to try and hide from the team... maybe a little... well, they're all profilers- it was for peace of mind.

So you let him have his Simon and Garfunkel, but only until you made it to the highway and you moved fast enough to get to the radio.

"-Playing you the top 80s hits all day, every day," the radioman said before the song kicked in. You laughed at Spencer who looked like he just entered hell.

"We grew up in the 80s, don't tell me you don't like 80s music!" You gasped, turning your head back to the road. "Spencer..."

"Actually, studies say the music you listened to in high school is the music you're supposed to like for the rest of your life, meaning for us two, the mid to late nineties."

You nodded, then glanced over again, "But didn't you graduate high school at twelve, boy genius? That would be... 1993?" You recounted his years at school and then your own shortened experiences.

Spencer shook his head, "It's-it's the time period of a typical person's high school years. From when we were... uh- fourteen to about seventeen for us, even with accelerated minds. I listened to Simon and Garfunkel and you were... stuck in the 80s?"

"Probably," you laughed, turning up the music as you continued down the freeway. The sun continued to shine, going from soft natural light and eventually sliding into a deeper shade of orange.

It had already been an hour and a half on the road and you had your hand out the SUV window while the sweet wind blew the left edge of your hair in boundless spirals. Spencer had just finished a long, educational rant about the production of record disks, which you already knew about, but listened anyway. You loved how excited he got to tell you things, his hands flailing about, gesturing to demonstrate ideas and thoughts.

Looking over, he seemed to enjoy feeling the air on his skin and wind in his hair. So you decided to drive onto one of the side roads, surrounded by dusty hills and rising dunes for twenty minutes more, letting him relax without worrying about his head being taken off by a semi. He deserved it, after all, he risked things to come out here.

It was finally your turn to put on the radio and you caught the radioman doing his little talking blurb, this time discussing the topic of summer cottages before the song kicked in.

Heroes by David Bowie. You gasped, "Oh my god, I haven't heard this in ages!" Spencer looked over and smiled a little, ruffling his hair. You didn't notice that smile of his, you were busy going absolutely ballistic over this song that meant so much to you. The song always made you feel oddly limitless and free. You didn't regard his constant admiration for you in the moments when you weren't looking.

You had turned up the music and let your hand out the window do the dancing you couldn't in the car. This song was powerful, beautiful, and your focus was balanced between music and road, not on Spencer, who seemed to be sinking into the beauty of the song as well as the beauty of you.

He always admired your liveliness. You brought out the less analytical, fun, youthful side to him and he really did need that sometimes. Watching you drive, hair blowing, he remembered the lyrics to the song. They may have been locked up in his mind somewhere, but he knew them and watching you enjoy the music so freely, he tapped the window's edge and mumbled along.

You didn't really care about much in those moments, because when you looked over and saw Spencer knew the lyrics, something about that made your heart flutter. The music, the lighting, him. You.

The view out the window was magnificent. Red sand, a dipping ravine and you were overtop of it all. Everything about these moments continued to get better, so you decided to pull over. Just for a minute.

"What are you-" Spencer started, but looking out the window he saw just what you did. You put the car into park, but kept it on, turning up the radio and hopping out. Spencer was able to get out of the car himself and crutched over to where you stood against the SUV door.

♬ We could be heroes, just for one day ♬

Oh, it was so gorgeous you could stay here forever and not need anything else, ever. That was until you turned to Spencer, admiring how he looked on this abandoned roadway, standing in the golden light, shadows cast perfectly over his face. You smiled up at him, time seemingly slowing for all of this to happen. It was an odd notion that the world continued to move when it was just you, him, and David Bowie blasting loudly on the radio.

He was thinking the same thing as he watched the way you shut your eyes for a moment, taking it all in. You didn't want to shut your eyes in fear maybe all of this would disappear. The dream-like lighting and Spencer, looking as if he was sculpted by the most talented artists, just seemed too perfect to really exist there with you.

But you needed to pull it together just for a moment, just to make it seem like you were still there with him, because if you stared too long, maybe you would accidentally fall into said dream.

"Not many views like these in Quantico," you turned to face him and he looked down at you before turning to face you as well. His hands were on his crutches but they looked like they begged to be in his pockets so he could rock on his heels. "It's so beautiful."

"You'r-" he coughed and cleared his throat, brows furrowing as his head turned back to off the ravine. Was he about to- no, you were kidding yourself? There was no way, it was the Bowie. "It is beautiful. E-especially with the lighting."

You nodded, "Mhm. I didn't know you knew any Bowie."

"It was actually Bowie's 12th studio album, released on October 14th, 1977, the only album in the Berlin Trilogy that was actually recorded in Berlin. I... read and listened." He scrunched his nose, probably afraid you wouldn't like him ranting, but you always listened.

You cringed, "I may have already known that."

"Oh, sorr-" he cut himself off when you smiled at him. There was something about this song that made him want to tell you everything he'd ever thought about you from the moment you'd met. Something about the lighting that made you so much more enticing and entirely beautiful. Of course, he already thought you were the most gorgeous person in the world, but right now, you were glowing.

And you were thinking the exact same thing. He was standing less than two feet from you, looking down at you. Tall, beautiful, glowing. He was silent, as were you, but Bowie sang loudly to cover the sound of both of your beating hearts. Your smile faded, but it showed in your eyes.

Spencer looked at his feet while the song took over and he tucked your hair behind your ear without hesitating. You bit the inside of your cheek as he reverted back to where he stood, his straight-lipped smile kind and genuine. His eyelashes fluttered from your eyes to your lips and he was standing there. The feelings were unspoken, but all the same, mutually understood.

So you went to kiss him. It was all you could do and it was all he was wanting, but there was a shooting pain that shot up his leg like fire as he took the step forward, pulled by your hand on his shirt.

"Shit! Ow- my... hm... my leg-" He hissed in pain and you immediately let go. So much for that buildup. You would have kicked yourself mentally if it didn't already look like Spencer had been kicked by ten muscular men on leg day.

You covered your mouth with one hand and gripped his elbow with the other, "Spencer, I am so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking- all of it completely slipped my mind and I am... God, I'm so sorry, can I help?" You launched into random rambling, your heart racing.

Spencer reached up to your shoulder for stability and his head bowed to rest on your other shoulder for a half-second. You let him stabilize himself because he was in pain, but that wasn't his intent. Not a tick more later, his hand moved an inch up higher on your shoulder, then moved to the place between neck and shoulder. His hand continued travelling upward until it was on your cheek.

Taking you much by surprise, as you thought you caused him more pain than he was really in, he pressed his lips to yours as the last chorus hit. He finished what you had failed to properly start and there was no longer any more shame in that mess. His right crutch clattered to the ground and he didn't seem to care at all. His hands held your face firmly as your hand went right back to clutching his shirt, keeping him close as you kissed him back with the same passion.

Golden light, David Bowie, a gorgeous view, an abandoned road, and each other. You may have pinched yourself to check if maybe this was a dream, but it wasn't. Spencer wouldn't stop laughing when the kiss ended- that breathy, happy laugh you always admired. You weren't sure why until he held out his wrist to show you that he had pinched himself as well and you both burst out laughing a little harder than you should have. If this was how the world ended, you would end it in the best possible way, entirely content. But this was far from the end of anything, in fact, it was only the beginning of a whole lot of BAU teasing once they got a hold of the happenings of this road trip.

You gave Spencer a knowing look, scrunching your nose and he was thinking the same thing again.

"Maybe we'll lie to them for a bit?" You suggested, cringing again with a slight smile.

He nodded comprehensively, fighting a returning smile. "Keep this as far from Derek Morgan's hands as possible." He tucked your hair behind your ear again and finally grinned at you before picking up his crutch and letting you help him back into the SUV.

He got to the radio before you did and you gasped in near disbelief. "Spencer, no Simon and Garfunkel!"

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Tags: @mercy-burning, @laurakirsten0502, @softhairedhotch

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Meeting and Dating Andy Cavenaugh

(My shitty gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Living in the middle of the desert was an interesting experience. You’d lived in the same home since you were born and yet there were still occupants of your town that you’d never seen or met; even though there was only a meager population of under 50.

- It was the sheer size of your state that did it. Everyone lived miles away from each other and any shop that was considered to be “nearby” was still at least a thirty minute drive so you only ever went into town a couple times a month. Which is how you met Andy.

- You’d driven into town with a list of supplies you’d needed and a wallet full of that months savings, ready to get your stuff and go as quickly as you could; hoping to get home before the sun rose all the way and baked you alive.

- Coincidentally, Andy was in town at the same time, loitering around the store you were attempting to shop at. You paid him no mind and went about your business until you were ready to check out.

- Once the shopkeep had rung you up, you found that you didn’t have enough money for all the things on your list and reluctantly told the man to keep something as he helped you pack up what you could afford.

- Andy watched the entire interaction from somewhere behind you as he pocketed whatever he felt like. Once you headed towards the doors of the building, he picked some cheap thing off the shelf and went to the checkout, watching you as you packed up your car.

- While the store clerk was preoccupied with the cash register, the boy snuck whatever you’d left behind into his jacket and waited another few moments for the man to hand him his actual purchase before he made his way outside.

- You were just about to get into your car when he came up to you, greeting you casually before he held out his hand and offered you the thing that you’d left behind. You looked at him in surprise before you thanked him and took it, shifting it to your other hand so that you could offer him yours in a handshake.

- The two of you introduced yourselves and he asked if you’d be interested in going out sometime. Since all you knew about him was that he was attractive and sweet enough to “buy” you the thing you couldn’t afford, you agreed and wrote down your number for him, telling him that it was nice meeting him and saying goodbye before you drove off. 

- He calls you a couple days later while out with his friends, a little liquid courage in his system and a bit of peer pressure from his buddies leading to his wonderful decision making. 

- You’re clueless and he thinks his friends will stick to their word of “heading out before you show”, which obviously doesn’t happen. You arrive and they’re still there, almost immediately inviting themselves to what was supposed to be your first date and making the night rather uncomfortable at times. 

- You can tell that your date is just as uncomfortable as you, but that doesn’t exactly make things any better. By the time the night ends, you’ve already decided that you’re probably just gonna count your losses and find a potential boyfriend elsewhere. 

- But fate seems to be on Andy’s side because the two of you find yourselves face to face a few days later. He gives you an apology, explaining everything before telling you that he’d like to see you again.

- It takes you a minute to decide but you finally agree and tell him that you’ll give it another shot, bringing up your own idea for a date in hopes that you won’t be bothered by his buddies again. He gives you a wide smile, asking when he should pick you up and thanking you genuinely just before he leaves.

- So, for your second date; though you like to consider it your first, the two of you go to whichever place you chose and wind up having a really nice time. He seems to be on his best behavior but his real personality shines through as well; and it’s one that you really enjoy.

- You probably give him a kiss on the cheek as a goodnight but the two of you share your first real kiss on your next date. You’d spent pretty much the entire night together and wound up parking off on the side of the road to stargaze for a while. 

- You were leaning against the hood of his car with him, looking up at the sky before your gaze shifted to the man beside you. He was preoccupied with watching the stars, leaving you to let your mind wander. 

“I’m glad we gave this another shot.” You said and watched as his focus shifted to you instead. 

- He gave you a smile and told you that he was too before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. 

- Congratulations, you caught yourself a firebird in the middle of the desert.

- Andy really doesn’t give a shit about how other people feel like 80% of the time, and he’s just a fan of affection in general, so there’s going to be a lot of Pda in your relationship; if you’ll allow it.

- Handholding. He likes keeping you close to him and making sure that you aren’t getting into any dangerous trouble; especially if you’re around his friends. Although he does wear his gloves a lot so; even though he gives you the occasional reassuring squeeze or strokes his thumb across your knuckles, you’ll most likely be feeling leather more than his skin.

- If someone’s kissing a face, it’s you. His lips are for your lips only, he doesn’t bother touching them to anything else; though he does enjoy when you kiss him on the cheek or jaw.

- Deep, slow kisses.

- He calls you honey or baby more than he calls you by your name. And as tough as he likes to pretend he is, he’d love to have you call him by pet names too.

- Cuddling is one of his favorite pastimes; he absolutely loves it. Most of the time, he’ll pull you in, pressing his cheek/jaw to your head and letting you lay right up against him, your head resting against his shoulder or in the crook of his neck.

- A lot of the time, he prefers to be loving in a more reserved way. He tends to show that he cares through his actions and by doing little things to make your life easier. Things like waking up early to put gas in your car or picking up things that you need from the store whenever he’s in town so that you don’t have to go.

- Sometimes, he’ll set up a sentence like he’s about to say something really sweet or you’ll ask him something expecting a cute response and he’ll just say something crude or lewd instead.

“How do I look.” He turns and looks at you, a smile gracing his face.

“Your tits look great.” He replies, barely holding in his laughter.

- He indulges you more than he cares to admit. He might occasionally act like he’s too cool but he’s too in love with you to say no and potentially make you sad.

- Tv dates. There ain’t shit else to do.

- Cruising around in his firebird; and sometimes parking somewhere to makeout.

- Going on road trips or long outings. There isn’t a whole lot to do in your town so you’ll occasionally take the long ride over to the next town in hopes of finding something fun.

- He’ll never tell you that he does but he always dodges potholes and bumpy areas during these trips so that he doesn’t wake you up while he’s driving.

- Driving out to the middle of the desert with a bundle of blankets to watch the sunrise; or stopping on the side of the road during one of your trips.

- Sitting with him while he works on his car.

- Going out into the desert to shoot or smash random junk. Vases, porcelain, tin cans; stuff like that.

- Playing pinball and other convenience store arcade games.

- Every now and again, he’ll get some money from his pops and take you out to a nice dinner; especially if it’s after the two of you are pushed into doing something you dont like and he can see that you’re upset. It’s usually because of Sam but he still feels the need to try and make it up to you and make sure that you aren’t gonna ghost him.

“Hey, why don’t we go and get some dinner,” he’ll say, a hint of nervous desperation in his voice as you walk out to his car. “You can get whatever you want. Dessert too.”

- It isn’t clear exactly how rich Andy actually is but it seems like he’s sort of embarrassed to have wealth in such a poor town. Because of this, I feel like he probably wouldn’t mention it and would try to dodge questions that would lead to him exposing the truth, maybe acting like he’s less wealthy than he is until Sam “outs” him and causes an awkward situation.

- Him stealing things for you. You’d much prefer if he just bought them but at least he doesn’t tell you whether or not he’s stolen it most of the time.

- Likes to fool around a lot; he’s rarely ever fully serious and he’s always trying to make you laugh.

- Can quote just about any western film you can name and does impressions of all the characters. He grew up on those sorts of things so he’s practically an expert by now.

- He likes messing with your stuff: putting on your clothes, using your mirror for random stuff, picking things up off your dresser and toying around with them, etc.

- My god, the change of character he has when he’s with his friends and you, compared to when he’s with his parents gives you whiplash. It’s hilarious seeing him lie and act like an angel during family dinners.

- His dad probably lectures him about manners whenever you’re with them: things like putting his elbows on the table, saying grace, how he treats you, etc. Its pretty amusing to see.

- He seems like a good guy who got mixed in with the wrong people. Sure, he enjoys a little chaos and trouble making like the rest of them but he doesn't like hurting people and you can tell from the way he acts afterward that he isn't proud; especially when you give him a look in the middle of the situation and sober him up.

- You’re dragged along with him and the boys a lot; or he’s forced to ditch you to hang out with them whenever Sam calls.

- Sam flirting with you. You know damn well that he’d make you compliment him or get you to agree with his praise of himself; and Andy would be miffed but unable to do anything besides listen to him while his knuckles whiten on his steering wheel.

- There aren’t a lot of people in your town for him to get jealous of but whenever there is, he does. Most of the time, it’s Sam or some flirtatious traveler but other times it’s your celebrity crushes or old boyfriends. He usually just bites his tongue or makes some kind of sarcastic, passive aggressive comment; it depends on who it is and how you’re reacting to them.

- He’s always looking over at you and making sure you’re alright whenever he can; especially when you’re out with his friends. He knows that getting into the trouble that they do can be dangerous and he doesn’t want anything happening to you just because Sam doesn’t know when to stop.

- The two of you get into a lot of arguments but they’re rarely ever serious. You mostly just bicker before the two of you give up and decide that it’s a pointless fight.

- Whenever you do have an argument, one that he causes and upsets you with, he always feels guilty and finds himself unable to stay mad at you. He might not verbally apologize but he will try to make it up to you in some way and tell you that he’s sorry.

- He’s not big on saying he loves you but he does say it on occasion; and definitely shows it more than he says it.

- The two of you probably get engaged on a whim a bit too early into your relationship but he’s promising to take you out of that desert city and along with him to Hollywood so the ring is a nice symbol of that oath. 

[tcm]

Paul Williams on His Regrets and Career By Donald Liebenson

“Bugsy Malone is like nothing else,” Roger Ebert wrote in his 1976 three-and-a-half-star review. “It's an original, a charming one.”

Alan Parker’s directorial debut, a one-of-a-kind gangster musical acted out by children (including Scott Baio in the title role and a then-13-year-old Jodie Foster as a sassy nightclub chanteuse), was an early career triumph for Paul Williams. Williams is everything that he wanted to be: an actor, an Oscar-winning songwriter of era-defining hits and composer of iconic movie scores. He’s something else, too: sober. Earlier this month he celebrated just over 30 years of sobriety. “When I got sober, the career I thought I had been gone for 10 years,” he says. “I feel like Lazarus; I’m 80-years-old, and I feel like a tired 34.”

But he’s ebullient talking about BUGSY MALONE, a cult favorite in the United States, but in its native England, it is something of a viewing rite of passage for children, thanks in part to a 1980s stage adaptation by Micky Dolenz. The film itself won four BAFTAs, including Best Screenplay and Best Newcomer and Best Supporting Actress for Foster. Williams was nominated for two Golden Globes, including Original Score and Original Song.

He has completed a new musical, Fortunate Sons, about how the Vietnam War draft lottery affects two households. His last major acting role was as ex-lawyer and informant JT on two seasons of the Amazon series, Goliath. “I’ve always said I’m a pretty good songwriter for an out-of-work actor,” he jokes. “Acting is where I got my start.”

Where in the process did you get involved with Bugsy Malone?  

Paul Williams: BUGSY MALONE began as a bedtime story Alan made up for his kids. Every night he put his kids to bed, they said, ‘Tell us more about Bugsy tomorrow night, dad.’ So maybe the answer to that question is that the headwaters of BUGSY MALONE is Alan’s love for his children and his great love for the traditional American gangster film. He found a place where those two things would meet in a way that was really unique.

How did Bugsy Malone come to you? 

PW: Alan Parker liked my songs, but I don’t know where he got the idea to approach me. It was around the time of A STAR IS BORN (for which he co-wrote the Oscar-winning song “Evergreen” with Barbra Streisand). He sent me a batch of beautiful color drawings of the cars, the splurge guns and the sets. Then he sent me the script, and I loved it. I was playing Vegas a lot and when I agreed to do it, he came over to talk to me. I was opening for Liza Minnelli or Olivia Newton John, I don’t remember who. Alan and I sat down at a deli, drank coffee and I was just singing bits and pieces of songs that I thought would be good ideas. I thought we needed to open with a song about Bugsy. It poured out of me. When the marriage is right, that seems to happen with me.

What was your own connection to American gangster movies? Were you a fan?

PW: Oh, my god, I was a huge Humphrey Bogart fan. One of the great times that I ever had was doing THE CHEAP DETECTIVE, because I was playing Elisha Cook’s role from THE MALTESE FALCON. As a little boy, I knew his name before I knew Santa Claus. I remember when I first came back to Hollywood to try and make it as an actor, one of the first things that happened was I walked into a drug store just as (character actor) Royal Dano was walking out. You’ve seen him in a hundred movies. I said, ‘Hiya, Mr. Dano,’ and he snapped his head around and said, ‘Hello, young man.’ I told that story on Carson, and I got a letter from Royal Dano. He said, ‘Although I don’t remember meeting you, it seems to me you were thinner then.’ I love that.

How did you approach writing the songs, because they are songs being lip-synced by children, but they are not children’s songs. 

PW: The script is the Bible. The two basic tasks a songwriter have are to move the story ahead and to display the inner life of the characters. Alan Parker was similar to Jim Henson in that the rule of writing was to not write down to kids, but to write accurately for character and story. The characters Alan wrote were so strong; they are archetypes of the great Warner Bros. characters. Bugsy was John Garfield meets Humphrey Bogart.

Where did the idea come from to have the child actors lip-sync to adult voices?

PW: They got kids that could act, they got kids that could dance, but the songs had intricate rhythms and to find kids who could sing them was a challenge. I thought that if the automobiles are these weird little hybrids that make the sound of an engine but are being pedaled, and the guns shoot cream, then why couldn’t the kids sing with adult voices? It would have the feel of an animated film. It solved the whole problem. The one regret I will have my entire life is that I put another (singing) voice in Jodie Foster’s mouth; one of the great actors in American film history.  That’s a terrible legacy (laughs). I did that with (the character) Beef in PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE. I used a guy named Ray Kennedy who had a great beefy voice, but when I heard Gerritt Graham sing later, I thought maybe I should have given him a shot.

This was before your collaboration with Jim Henson and the Muppets. Was Bugsy Malone a project you personally wanted to take on as something your own children could see?

PW: Bugsy Malone is the one motion picture I’ve written songs for that I’ve seen more than anything that I ever worked on, and there’s a simple reason for it. When my wife and I broke up, I would spend the weekend with my kids and I would plunk them down in front of the TV with pizza and, god bless them, they must have seen BUGSY MALONE for years. Eventually, I learned how to talk to my kids and be a sober real dad, but my kids just love BUGSY.

The closing number, “You Give a Little Love,” is Bugsy Malone’s legacy song, much like “The Rainbow Connection” is for The Muppet Movie. It was even used in a Coca-Cola Super Bowl commercial.

PW: That song is pretty much my philosophy. I absolutely believe it. My entire life has proven to me that there is something about the elegance of kindness that has always had a solid return. The core philosophy of BUGSY MALONE is, ‘We could have been anything that we wanted to be/and it’s not too late to change.’

In America, Bugsy Malone received good reviews and is a cult favorite. But it’s huge in England. Why do you think it was so embraced there?

PW: We took it to the stage in the 1980s. Every kid in England, Wales and Ireland, but especially in Great Britain, grew up seeing BUGSY MALONE. It’s like GREASE in this country. Edgar Wright did BUGSY as a kid, which led me to a role in BABY DRIVER. 

Where do you rank Bugsy Malone in the Paul Williams canon?

PW: It is probably the best opportunity I ever had in this life to preach a little kindness. It’s probably the best opportunity I’ve ever been given to express the possibilities and probabilities that we could be anything we want to be. I was the runt of the litter from the Midwest; this little dude who didn’t fit into any world. I just absolutely loved music and movies and without thinking twice, I thought, ‘I’m going to do that.’ I hope BUGSY MALONE inspires that for anyone looking up at the screen and is attracted to the possibilities of telling the truth about themselves in a way that helps someone else.

Bugsy Malone is but one chapter in an incredible life and career. Have you given any thought to writing your autobiography? 

PW: You know what? In recovery we call it an inventory (laughs). I think I’m at a place in my life where I feel like a beginner, like I’m just getting started. I know how idiotic that sounds at 80, but I want three digits on my driver’s license, and I think the one thing that gives me a shot at that is that I love being busy and doing the things that matter most to me, and that’s trying to tell the truth in a way that helps someone else.

[xternalnight]

Blog Post #3: Deconstructing Characters of The Horror Genre

Detective David Mills (Se7en (1995)

An 80-year-old retired man comes on to the set and sits down for his interview. He makes a funny joke about him getting old and walking used to never be a problem for him. He takes one last sip of beer and says he’s ready.

ME: “Even at my age I can never agree with the taste of beer, it always has an awful taste to me”.

David : “Ha-ha, you get used to it, I've slowed down on it these past years”.

Mw: “So I’ve learned you started as a police officer in upstate New York, was it the same as the city?”

David: Not too much of a difference there was your usual criminals and petty thieves just like any town.  I even got shot a while pursuing someone and was lucky enough to survive with my life”.

Me: “How long were you a police officer until you decided to become a detective, especially a detective in New York City”.

David: “I was a police officer for the first few years of my career and did everything a low-level police officer had to do. After a while I wanted something exciting and thrilling, I was tired of the simple and easy cases. I wanted something challenging. So I became a detective, although I knew that wouldn't be enough, so I moved to the city with my wife”.

Me: “So you become a detective and you move to the big apple. And you meet your partner, William Somerset. William was an older detective who was said to be totally differently than anyone you’ve encountered and was considered a very good detective. What was your first impression about detective William Somerset”.

David: “Detective William Somerset, If I look back at now, I would've listened to him from the start. He was focused and paid attention to any little detail he could find and magnified it. The total opposite of the person that I was in my younger days. I wanted to prove myself and show people my skills as an experienced detective. I was naive and totally filled my head with ideas of being a world class detective in a big city although I could never see the big picture. Especially since I’ve always let my emotions control my actions which is the worst trait a young detective should have”.

Me: “Since we know a little more about your earlier days on the force. I wanted to know about a case you took on years ago that involved a serial killer named John Doe”.

David: “John Doe, a name that brings out both anger and sadness to my heart. A name that still finds a way to haunt me every once and a while”.

Me: John's motive was to kill people based on their sin and show the world how much people sinned throughout their daily lives. Some of the sins that involved his murders were lust, greed, and gluttony. What was your first  reaction to the murders by John Doe?.

David: “At the time Somerset and I started to piece together the first murdered of the obese man in his kitchen and the murder of the man in his office. I believed the murderer was crazy, just like any other murder usually is and I still do. This case drove me so much I wanted to be the one to take him down, especially since it was my first case in a new environment. At such a young age I was always impatient and could not wait for long without taking action”.

Me: “Since you’ve stated that he’s crazy and deranged, do you believe there was any truth to his actions and his reasons”?

David: “TRUTH,REASONING” that never crossed my mind, I wanted and needed to bring this guy in for the crimes he committed. Yes, there are sins that are present in this world, but it’s not right for us to place judgment on each other. I don’t go to church, and I wouldn't say I'm a holy person but I'm not in any position to judge anyone. And if someone needs to kill others to spread their beliefs or awareness, they are crazy simple as that”.

Me: “I want to know more about your final encounter with John doe. You decide to kill him after finding out that he killed your wife and unborn child. Do you believe you should have handled the situation differently? Did you think this case would end up like this? Do you regret moving your wife to the city?  Do you believe killing him gave him what he wanted in the end, do you also believe you were his final target from the beginning”?

David: “On our drive to the location I began to feel suspicious. My problems with my anger and emotions untimely played in his favor. Although killing him crossed my mind especially after all that he has done and the way he made fun of me as a detective. I would rather bring him in and have him rot in prison for the rest of his life. As I look at it know he played me for a fool, he wanted to be involved or reenacted a sin in each and every of his murders even his own. He drove the anger and sadness out of a young detective and pushed him to his breaking point. I wonder how many people would not shoot the person responsible for their loved one murder. I don't regret taking his life even if it was what he wanted, the only thing I regret was not being able to protect my family”.

Me: “First of all I'm sorry for your loss and what you've had to go through. To close this interview I want to know how you found the will to move forward since the incident? Is there any advice you would give your younger self?”

David: “Moving forward and living now, I wonder what she must have felt and how she feared for her life. It was hard after the incident, and I had to take some time off to mourn and figure everything out. What pushed me forward and, on the path, to becoming a detective again. I know that she’s been watching over and I have no time to sit around and be sad. If I had to tell my younger self anything, it would be that everything gets better with time.”

Me: “Detective David Mills, Thank you for your time”

                                           Works Cited

“David Mills.” The, these7en.fandom.com/wiki/David Mills.

“Detective David Mills Em 2022: Clube Da Luta, Brad Pitt, Fotos De Filmes.” Pinterest, 23 Jan. 2022, www.pinterest.com/pin/detective-david-mills-em-2022--686869380679454809/.

James Hibberd By James Hibberd April 04, 2017, at 01:32 PM EDT. “'Seven' Producer Recalls Debate over Shock Ending.” EW.com, ew.com/movies/2017/04/04/seven-se7en-ending/.

Shmoop Editorial Team. “Seven Detective David Mills (Brad Pitt).” Shmoop, Shmoop University, 11 Nov. 2008, www.shmoop.com/study-guides/movie/seven/cast/detective-david-mills-brad-pitt.

“William Somerset.” The, these7en.fandom.com/wiki/William Somerset.

[mqgriett]

Crosshair- The Exam

Prompt: “You’re the only thing that matters”

Pairings: Crosshair x Fem!reader

Warnings: none!

Summary: you’ve been studying your ass off for a month trying to prepare for the exam that will dictate whether or not you get to go back to the 104th battalion as a medic. 

Notes: IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG thank you sm for requesting @lightning-wolffe

You shut off your data pad and pushed it under your armpit, squeezing it with your bicep to not let it fall from your grip as you open your textbook. Before you received the chance to re-read your highlighted notes you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

“I heard that your boys landed in Hangar 5.” Kix chirped, pointing behind him with his thumb. He ran his opposite hand through his short brown hair, smiling kindly. 

You hummed in response, your attention mostly focused on your annotations. The big exam, one that basically determined whether or not you were allowed to return to your assigned Clone Force, was in three days. Every quiet moment was spent with you cracking open a textbook or reviewing your notes. Now that you thought about it, when was the last time you ate… or slept?

Kix quickened his pace and moved in front of you, using his index finger to push your book down to properly view your face. “You know the exam isn’t for another three days, right?” he asked. 

You pressed your lips in a thin line, “Unfortunately not everyone has a memory like yours. I need to study.” you said, closing your book and bopping him on the head with it lightly. 

He took the textbook from your hands, holding it up in the air until it was out of your reach. “Fives!” he called to someone you couldn’t see, “Batchers still here?” 

Behind you, the ARC trooper nodded, “Gonna be here for the next coupla hours. Engine is shot.” 

Kix let his guard down just long enough for you to grab your study materials back. You gently nudged him to the side and walked past, just wanting to get back to your quarters and study. 

The medic gave up, hurrying to catch up with Fives as you walked in the opposite direction. 

Were you dying to see the Bad Batch? Absolutely.

Did you have the time to? Unfortunately not.

Someone (a medic from the 212th apparently, but you tried not to believe rumors) had fucked up a month ago, and it costs you your privilege of being an on-site medic. All field nurses were sent back to Coruscant to retake the big medical exam to prove that they could still serve as medics. 

Unlike Kix, you took it very seriously. Getting anything below a 80% would make your chances of returning small. Only the top 45% of nurses would go back to their battalions while the other 55% stayed on Coruscant to continue their studies. 

The large metal door to your room slid open as you scanned your hand and you stepped inside. Without looking up, you wandered to your desk, which was covered in an assortment of different papers and sticky notes. 

Still reading your textbook, you typed in the access code for your online notes. After a few seconds an automated female voice began to quiz you on questions you had written down two weeks ago.

You stood up and undressed yourself, lazily pulling a dark brown shirt over your head and letting your hair fall loose from the bun that had sat on your head for the majority of the day. 

“Define Choledocholithiasis.” said the voice. 

“Stones in the gallbladder or common bile duct” you replied effortlessly, shuffling to your bathroom to fill the water compartment for your caf. 

You plugged the machine into the wall, allowing the slow drip of heavenly brown liquid to start as you sat back down at your desk. It gave you a moment to think about everything. Realistically, you were more qualified than half the shinies going in to take the exam. 

Kriff, you were wasting your time here. 

You pushed back from your desk and slid on the first pair of shoes that were near your door. 

The halls had quieted down for the most part, most of the clones eating dinner or heading to bed if they had an early start tomorrow morning. 

Massaging your scalp and yawning, you made your way to Hangar 5. 

You looked a little tired, but it didn’t matter as long as you got to see Crosshair. You knew none of them would care but especially not him, in the small window of time you two got alone he frequently told you how much he loved your messy hair. He wasn’t much of a verbal communicator when it came to your relationship, but he always made up for it in physical gestures. 

Rounding the final corner, your eyes began to scan the busy hangar for the marauder. You took back your thought from earlier, seeing that Hangar 5 was a lot more busy than you had anticipated. 

At least two different squadrons were shipping out, from what you could tell it was the 104th and 312th battalions. The blurred figures of grey and green armor made it difficult to keep your focus on one thing at a time. 

You carefully started to walk along the wall, ducking until a small cruiser as a short cut. 

After another ten minutes of searching you finally spotted a familiar face in the bottom right corner of the hangar. 

Tech typed away at his data pad, turning to shout something up at Wrecker, who was sitting on the top of the ship and swinging his legs like a mad man. 

Despite the excitement bubbling in your stomach, you took your time walking over to them. It was nice to just observe and laugh at their behavior for a few minutes, it lifted your spirits.

Once you were within vision to Wrecker, he didn’t hesitate to point and shout at you from the top of the Marauder. 

“Tech!” You called as he mindlessly searched for you in the crowd of people. 

He grinned widely, opening his arms up as you jogged over to him. He hugged you tightly, another pair of large arms suddenly wrapping around both of you. 

Wrecker finally set you two down, giving you an individual hug and swaying you from side to side. At one point you were almost choking. 

“Thought you were studying for the exam.” Tech said skeptically, eyeing you as if you would ever hide something from him. 

You shrugged, “priorities” you peeked over his shoulder, looking for a specific person. 

Tech noticed your wandering eyes and smiled, “Cross is taking inventory with Cody.” 

“Where’s Sarg?” you asked, linking your arm into his. 

“Talking to some of the blue regs.” Wrecker replied loudly, making a few of the 501st soldiers turn to look at him. The large clone was never one to be secretive when it came to addressing the other clones as “regs”. It often drew attention to the group, not necessarily the good kind either. 

From a distance you could see Hunter walking back towards the Marauder with Fives, both of them with their helmets at their hips. 

Sarg’s eyes lit up at the sight of you, his pace quickening as his urge to be with you grew. He hugged your torso tightly, allowing his arm to sling around your shoulder loosely afterwards. 

“It’s been a while.” He said, gently nudging you away from Fives before the ARC trooper could talk.

“It’s been two months. And I always call.” You replied, smiling. 

“You look exhausted.” Hunter pointed out quickly, looking down at the bags under your eyes. 

You shrugged, “could say the same for you Sarg.”

You four situated yourselves underneath the Marauder, sitting on top of a few power supplies and food crates. Hunter sat next to you, Wrecker and Tech mirroring both of you. 

“We were told you wouldn’t be coming down.” Hunter said, leaning back on his elbows. 

You raised a skeptical brow, “who told you that?”

“Fives” he answered nonchalantly, “why else would I be talking to him?”

His comment made your eyes roll, “be nice.” You warned, poking his stomach where armor didn’t cover him. 

Hunter swatted your hand away, briefly turning his head and smiling. “Look who’s back,” he jutted his thumb behind him, pointing to the two other clones making their way back to the ship.

Cody held a clipboard loosely at his side as he spoke to Crosshair, who carried his helmet against his hip. The 212th trooper laughed at something he said before saluting the sniper and walking in the opposite direction. 

You always seemed to forget how handsome Cross was in person. The blue hologram of him during your brief calls did nothing for his strong jawline and high cheekbones. The scruff along his jaw and neck was slightly more visible now, a grey shadow lingering along it. 

Pushing yourself off the crate, you broke into a swift jog towards him. For someone with perfect eyesight, he didn’t notice you coming until you were a few meters away. 

He opened his arms up, catching you perfectly as you jumped to him. 

His long arms held your waist completely as he lowered you to the ground, back arched due to his height compared to yours.“Didn't think you would come.” he said softly in your ear, his voice alone producing butterflies in your stomach. 

“I wanted to see you.” you replied, pulling away from him and moving to his side. 

Crosshair sent a small smirk to you, which was enough to indicate that he felt the same way. 

You walked side by side back to the rest of the group, shoulders touching and hands grazing against one another’s. The gestures were sweet, like the type you would make in school when you were younger. They were enough to make the other person feel loved without drawing too much attention. 

The Bad Batch, plus you, sat underneath their ship once more as the rest of the 104th took off in their ships. You waved to Sinker and Comet from the opposite side of the hangar, tossing over-dramatic kisses in their direction while they climbed up the steps. Another mission for them, one that you wouldn’t be going to. 

“When do you expect to return?” Tech asked from the top of his crate. You had situated yourself on a lower case, one that was used to store bombs and other small explosives. It kept you about seven or eight inches off the ground while Crosshair took your spot next to Hunter. 

You let out a long sigh, “I don’t even know if I’ll go back.”

“They need ya out there.” Wrecker replied, crossing his large legs like a child would. 

Crosshair could sense your unease and pushed himself off the crate, settling on the ground in front of you and leaning back so his head pressed against your chest. He let out a small chuckle, no doubt feeling your heartbeat quicken for a few moments. “They’ll take you back.” he said calmly, reaching for your hand and placing it atop his head. 

You began to run your fingers through his short, grey hair. “If I don’t get above an 80% then I’m not going back.” You mumbled. 

“Why 80?” Hunter asked innocently. 

“Because she’s a girl.” Wrecker replied loudly, having absolutely zero common sense as to who could be listening. 

Crosshair tense underneath you, muscles tightening against your legs, “Wrecker.” he seethed, using his brother’s full name. 

Your face dropped, cheeks heating up. He was right, but hearing someone finally say it out loud made it worse. That was the real reason you had been dedicating so many weeks to studying. Even if Kix received a 45% and you an 80%, they would choose him over you. Clones were bred to be intelligent. You were just a girl who somehow got Senator Palpatine to assign you to a clone squadron. 

You wiggled your way out from under Crosshair, stepping over the low crate of explosives and walking up the steps of the Marauder. It was cold inside but the chill felt so nice against your hot body. 

In all honesty, you wanted to cry. You wanted to go back to your room and bawl your eyes out until you physically couldn’t produce tears anymore. But you knew you couldn’t, that would be showing weakness. 

Soft footsteps echoed behind you, Cross’s monotone voice ringing in your ears shortly after, “he didn’t mean that.”

You shook your head, “No no, he’s right.” 

He took a few steps towards you, gently reaching for your wrist and pulling you into him. He rested his chin on your head, “you’ll do great on the exam.” 

You pushed off of him, needing a bit of air to keep from crying. You shook your wrists out and looked up at the ceiling, it helped a little bit. “Just nervous.” you muttered. 

He stayed silent, not exactly sure how to comfort you. Words frequently failed him and in the rare occasion that you were upset Tech was able to calm you down, but not this time. Crosshair wanted to make you feel better, no matter what it took. 

You hated being this vulnerable around anyone, the panic in your stomach growing every second of silence that passed. 

Taking a deep breath, you began to walk past him, “I need to go, you have more important things to-” 

He caught your bicep and spun you back around, other hand holding the small of your back as he kissed you. It was a deep, passionate, yet chaste, kiss. You melted into his grip, leaning backwards to force his lips onto yours more. You held the sides of his face, the small scruff on his jaw feeling immaculate against your own. 

He rested your foreheads together and quietly, barely audibly, whispered, “you’re the only thing that matters.” 

You were about to kiss him again when Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker walked through the door. 

Hunter smiled, “Guess who’s got a new nurse on the team.”

Your head cocked to the side, Wrecker looking like he was about to explode from excitement at any moment. “We do!” he bellowed, “and it’s you!” 

Mouth hanging open, you looked from Crosshair to the other three. “What?”

“Welcome to Clone Force 99, medic.” Hunter answered proudly.

[gyllenhaalstories]

A bit outside of the insanity that is Jake's wardrobe... This is not a request, I just want to talk to someone about writing fics. I kinda want to go back to write something (Jake, Chris Evans, Andrew Garfield, and Henry Cavill are my current muses). Are you still writing? Do you have any ideas you've been thinking of (situations, AUs, etc.)?

okay so i was not sure if you wanted this to be answered privately or not, so if you would rather have this not remain out on my blog and be a private conversation just tell me (especially the throwing ideas around part), i'll remove it as soon as i can! 💕

my blood pressure does need a break from the insanity especially with the photos being released when i wake up, this is not good 😂 talking about writing but NOT writing, my favourite!!!! YES PLEASE WRITE AGAINNNNN i remember your writing was amazing, and i'd love to see more of it! and i'd love to see your take on those other actors! i'm sure you'd write them as beautifully as you did for jake, and the remaining 3.5 fans of jake fanfics need your talent! (the rambling begins so i'll hide it under a read more for everyone's well being)

i'm still writing........ in theory. i wrote 1,4k words recently, stopped and then i can't get back to it or set up drafts and make them look all neat but i can't write a word or more often than not forget what i had in mind so i'm just left with voids of nothing 🥲 i've slowed down on drafting but not on ideas. to be fair most of my ideas are things i already did/included because i have -1 originality but yeah, i've got the ideas but not the brain power and as of now, not the time. i'd love to get back in the writing groove, as anxiety inducing as it is, writing a fic is just ✨ different ✨ and my 80+ drafts would love that too, i'm sure of it. i have the big flaw of being a one shot kind of person, i need to write most if not all of a fic in one go or else it's doomed, i either forget my ideas, lose the particular tone i set up or i just read what i wrote and go wow this is good and then never live up to that level and that's on performance anxietyyyyy 😂

there are a few fics i'd love to finish like the one that's almost done that is different from what i've written and the other one i started as mentioned above that is also different, more sugar daddy!jake for my own pleasure because there is no such thing as too much sugar daddy jake and i have so much inspiration to write the developments of their relationship, more characters i'd love to remove all their canon elements to make them the same sentimental soft teddy bears i love so much, A FUCKING DAVIS MITCHELL FIC HELLO??? i love my davis but writing for him is hard he's giving me nothing and everything at once this is not helpful mr peanut m&m man. i'd want to write more for david loki but loki is a special one and i can't do him justice. TOMMY MY BOY TOMMY it would go so well with the last fic i wrote but nope, nothing. basically every jake character minus a few i'd love to write for and probably have ideas for. it would also help if i started with something easy, soft, a few kinks since smut is my default mode now, nothing too fancy but no i need like 20 kinks and a plot so complicated i have no idea what i'm wtiting 😂 i'd love to finally give broadway!jake a go, i bit more than i can chew with him but i would love that, the only good thing the lifetime i dedicated to glee (derogatory) could be to write for broadway!jake. or go trashy with like best friend's dad, just something!!! the number of times i stare at my drafts and just walk away sadly is well SAD. but i think my priority would be to finish the fics that i already wrote for and wrote a LOT for, and davis. davis davis davis davis i am the president and probably the only member of his fanclub and i don't mind davis i will buy you all the m&m's you want no need for a sketchy woman stalking you </3 so to ACTUALLY answer your questions, i'd love simple ideas, like 1500 words finished done, and simple concepts and situations too, but one teacher i had once said why go simple and when you can make it complicated and yeah... why have fun when i can suffer and make all my drafts suffer. i'm hoping to post one of the two fics i started soon-ish, but i really can't tell! i get the urge to write at 5 am when i had countless mental breakdowns run off 2 sips of water and i can't even spell my name correctly!

but please if you write tag me tag me tag me I WANT TO BE ON THE FIRST ROW!!!! especially with jake, henry or chris (i don't know anything about andrew but i'd still be down!). I TALKED SO MUCH I AM SOOOOOO SORRY i told you talking about writing but NOT writing was my favourite! i literally said so much but also said nothing at the same time wow yay me. 😂 but do YOU have ideas? something you've had on your mind for a while, or something completely new? a character of theirs you would like to write for? i'm so curious!!!! i'd read anything involving those men and especially some jake writing from you 😭 NO PRESSURE THOUGH I'M NOT PUTTING ANY PRESSURE!!!!!! i'm just so happy to know you want to get back into writing!

i want to apologize for making you read all that I HOPE YOU DID NOT NOTHING OF VALUE IS WRITTEN IN MY RAMBLING but if you did read go get yourself a cookie you deserve it!!!!