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britcision · 1 year ago

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In honour of a combo Wednesday and then post-midnight Yule, have a WIP Wednesday friends! We haven’t seen Sam for a while and Hanukkah was early this year (finished on the 15) but we are here now!

This chapter’s already gotten intense as hell for Danny and Jason with Lady Gotham but we’ve been tragically without our resident fashionable goth (sorry not sorry Bruce) and we are definitely still a muppet movie, so enjoy Sam-Miss-Piggy creating some extra chaos behind the scenes 👀

No promises about how regular these updates will be because again, plot chapter, I like letting those drop without spoiling the reveals too much, but we shall see

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Chapter 18 part i So That Just Happened

Back in her own room on the other side of the country from Gotham, Sam Manson reclined back into giant, coffin shaped body pillow her beloved girlfriend had given her when they moved and contemplated her phone.

The brand new Wayne-chat was blowing up satisfactorily, although apparently Tim was a massive stalker too. That was probably a good thing; it meant she hadn’t actually nuked Tuck’s chances with his nerd-crush. Now they could bond over their mutual stalker tendencies.

But, did that make her revenge less effective?

It wasn’t like she was actually out to ruin his life, but she’d kinda like to leave a mark. Something that would make him think twice about letting her think he and Danny had fucking died in Gotham in her absence.

Or. Well. Gone radio silent in Gotham, which was probably actually worse because if they were dead she’d know exactly where they were.

The Wayne chat were all pretty sure Tim and Tucker were together too, and Sam’s new best friend Babs had even pulled up the feed from their living room tv somehow. Sam wasn’t exactly the tech wizard Tucker was, but… after seeing that, she disconnected her and Val’s TV from the wifi.

And settled in to remote watch Tuck get his ass kicked at Spiderheck, apparently. At least for a little while; until something else on her phone caught her attention.

It was… almost funny. While she knew she was a whole two timezones away, she’d never really felt left out before. Like maybe she should have stayed on the east coast…

Not that she regretted it, of course. She had a good job, a good school, a wonderful girlfriend who’d been so excited to get into a good school and really go to town on the business department.

(Apparently there were posters of Val’s face in the ethics classrooms. Sam refused to ask if they were golden example or dire warning.)

She was just… a long way away. Even a long portal away, and… being back with the guys, even in Gotham, made the quiet of their comfy little apartment seem lonely.

Huffing, she turned and traced her fingers through the leaves of her mimosa plant on the windowsill beside the bed. They curled gently shut at her touch, and made her smile. Just like always.

She was happy to be home. She wasn’t technically liminal enough yet that it was her haunt, but… well, for all the jokes Val made, Sam had to admit she’d put down roots. She loved her job at the greenhouses, and her internship at the botanical gardens.

She loved scaring the hell out of the dudebros in Val’s business classes who thought ethics were a waste of time. She loved sharing messages with Jazz about the boys, laughing that even three hours ahead, Tuck and Danny still couldn’t get up before them.

She was kinda considering texting Harley about Timblr too. Not like, for any particular reason; if Tim’s family weren’t gonna embarrass Tucker enough, Harley probably wouldn’t either. She’d probably think it was adorable.

Or, y’know, worrying evidence of obsession. Psych types worried about stuff like that, usually.

Sam was kinda also considering sending Harley Jazz’s number. Jazz might still be skating just on the neurosurgery side of the line, but she’d always been big into psychology. Big enough to try and double major, and only drop to major-minor after the third pre-exam meltdown.

And she could use having someone else do the shrink bit on her a little more often. Although really, for that Sam should make her a professional appointment; friends didn’t ask friends to psychoanalyze their overprotective pseudo-sisters. And Jazz could use more friends.

Jazz could use a transfer to a specialty that would let her sleep once in a while, a more stable supply of fresh ecto, and about six weeks in a meditation retreat to get the accidental telepathy under control, but more friends would be good too. And less stubborn insistence on her second try for double majors.

Maybe the switch to psychiatry full time would be good for her? Or psychology. Sam was a little fuzzy on the difference, which one Jazz was minoring in, and which one Harley did.

(Jazz’s current second major was neurosurgery, which Jazz insisted was totally less taxing alongside a neurology major because it was the same body part. She was the only person in her class attempting the double major though, so.)

Humming tunelessly to herself, Sam flicked back into the group chat. Babs was still sharing the feed… brows drawing in, Sam frowned at the little spider figures still fighting to the death. Now, she wasn’t as big of a gamer as she used to be, but she was pretty sure Spiderheck didn’t actually offer red berets.

Snorting a laugh, she flicked back out of the chat and opened a new one, adding both Jazz and Harley. All it needed was the perfect name… something that would grab both of their attention.

Obvious. Child’s play.

Snuggling back into her coffin pillow, Sam grinned down at her phone screen.

Danny Has A Boyfriend chat was live.

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And in at the last minute, Jazz! We’ll see if she shows up in person this chapter, I’m hoping it’ll be the last big lore dump before the first plot arc begins but We Shall See…

Chapter 20 is right around the corner though, and I like my divisibles of 5 so I miiiiight shoot for that Red Hood Reveal then… 👀

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beansnsoup · 1 year ago

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just an idea I’ve been workshopping since I saw the movie

luigi x reader where the reader is a goth prince/ss who took up residence in the dark lands after bowser’s defeat and despite the victorian vampire aesthetic, they’re actually really sweet and rather romantic.

OBSESSED

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Vampire Kisses

Summary: Due to Bowsers' defeat, someone else had to take over ruling the darklands, and the fill-in just so happened to catch Luigis eye.

Relationship: Platonic with romantic attributes

Character: Luigi

Warnings: fluff, gn reader

"Hello?"

Princess Peach knocked at the large door of the revamped castle in the dark lands, she had recently heard news of a new ruler and civilization and she wanted to give them all a nice welcome.

"Do you think they're even here?" Mario asked the princess, she sighed out, "Why wouldn't they be? We've already ran into so many of the villagers, I'm sure they wouldn't leave their people right after being pronounced the new leader."

Luigi wasn't too keen on the idea; he had an obvious hatred towards the area for obvious reasons but came anyway since he and Mario were pretty much the heroes - and plumbers - of The Mushroom Kingdom.

The door finally opened, they were all greeted by a man in a black Victorian suit, "Yes?"

"Oh, um, hi, we're here to see the ruler."

"May ask why and who you are?"

"Yes, I am Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom and I wanted to come introduce myself. This is Mario and Luigi, they're some of our kingdoms bravest."

"I see, come with me."

The man led them all further into the castle, the lighting was getting darker and darker with a few candles scattered throughout the corridor. Luigi shakily looked around at his surroundings, seeing this as just another bowser situation.

Finally the man stopped at the near end of the corridor and opened the door for them all, "Lord Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Princess Peach of Mushroom Kingdom and her," He paused, "Knights, are here to greet you."

"Let them in."

The man gave them all an approving look and moved out of the way for them to make their way in. Peach guided Mario and Luigi into the room where you slowly walked out of the shadows.

She sent a petite bow your way which you returned, "Thank you for stopping by, Princess."

"It's no trouble at all, I felt it was only right."

"And who are these people behind you? Are they really knights; shouldn't they be wearing armor?"

Peach laughed, "No, they did help us defeat bowser, our kingdom is forever grateful."

You also laughed with her, "Well I'm glad that's cleared up, I had never known of knights that wore such garments."

When you laughed Luigi caught a glimpse of you smile, it was a beautiful smile, but it was the shape of the teeth that irked him, he looked over at Mario to see if he saw the same thing.

"You're very good at flattering people." Mario stated, causing you to laugh again. "I'm Mario, it's a pleasure to me you."

You sent an approving nod his way and looked over at Luigi, "So you must be,"

"Oh, I'm Luigi." He mustered out in a shaky voice, you noticed this, it wasn't the first time something like this has happened, this is why your family has always had a door greeter or hasn't participated in certain royal occasions.

One wrong move and you're proving to people that you're a monster that should be chained and locked up away somewhere.

You pursed your lips, considering different ways to approach it, deciding to just ease the tension. You sent a big smile his way, "I come from a line of vampires, it's a blessing yet a curse."

Marios eyes widened, Peach kept a calm look on her face while giving Mario a slight nudge to act professional. Luigi surprisingly softened up, becoming enticed by your aura, he gave you a sweet smile back.

"Would you all like to sit down? I can have us some tea made; it probably was a long trip over here." You asked the each of them.

"No, it's okay, we don't want to be any trouble, we just wanted to come make sure everything was fine over here!" Peach replied, you had to admit that you were a little hurt by the subtle rejection until Luigi chimed in,

"I wouldn't mind tea, if it's not any trouble, besides we just got here, let's sit down and get to know each other."

You rang the house bell in kitchen to call up some tea, "Now we wait" you said before walking back and forwarding them to the lounge chairs near your desk.

"It was amazing, thank you." Peach said as you walked them out, "Thank you for coming, it really made my day." You smiled.

Mario sent a small wave goodbye and walked out with Peach; Luigi stopped before reaching outside the door.

"It was nice meeting you, I enjoyed it here."

You've never had some speak this way about you, unless it was your family, "It was nice meeting you as well, I'll expect you back, you know?"

"You can count on it."

IM BACK

the title was a little bit of false advertising so sorry, lmk if yall want a part 2!!

#luigi #luigi nintendo #luigi super mario #luigi x reader #super mario bros

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jennnaperrcy · 2 years ago

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Festival

A/N: Inspired by the other author on Tumblr (sorry, I can't remember the name). Also, English is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes, please let me know. summary: How new abilities and a night out can be life-changers word count: 6k+ warnings: swearing

Their relationship had never been good, to say the least. It seemed that this silly rivalry began as soon as she set foot on Nevermore's doorstep.

Within the first fifteen minutes, she had managed to bump into Xavier while looking down the large hallway. Unfortunately, the guy was carrying paints and brushes to work on a mural in the courtyard.

"Hey, watch it, you idiot!" he snorted angrily.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," y/n muttered as she helped pick up the scattered art supplies. One of the paint cans had a loose handle, and as y/n tried to lift it, it broke, spilling the acrylic all over the floor and the young man's trousers.

"Shit! Don't touch anything in here and get out!" he shouted, eyes wide with rage.

She looked down at her feet and hurriedly left the place. Another fifteen minutes later, y/n stood in the doorway of her own dormitory. Her roommate was a vampire named Yoko Tanaka. The dark-haired girl greeted her new student warmly and helped her unpack while telling y/n a little about the school and its inhabitants. From their conversation, y/n realised that Yoko could be described as the local gossip girl. The vampire was well aware of all the latest news at the school.

"So, are we done with your stuff? Come on, I'll introduce you to the best members of Nevermore," she said with a grin.

"Principal Weems said I should pick up my books and timetable after I get settled in," Y/N replied quietly.

"Don't worry, it's on its way. Oh look! It's just about the end of extra lessons, so everyone will be in the courtyard," Yoko said as she took y/n under her arm and led her down the corridors.

After crossing several floors and corners, the girls found themselves back in a hall with an archway leading directly to the courtyard. As they passed the janitor, Yoko's face twisted in disgust.

"God, what happened here? Did someone throw up or something?" she said, looking at the puddle of yellow paint. Y/N decided not to talk about what happened in her first hour there.

As they approached, Yoko let go of her new companion and ran towards the blonde girl. The two of them had a squeal that would have been audible all the way back in the town. Y/N stood on the sidelines, not sure where to place herself.

"Hey guys, let me introduce you to my new roommate, Y/N. Y/N, this is our little group. We usually meet here after class. You're always welcome to join us! This is Enid," she said pointing to the girl she had hugged a few minutes ago, "and this is her roommate, Wednesday."

"It's nice to see the gloom and fear on your face," the strange goth girl said coldly. The words sent shivers down y/n's arms.

"You'll get used to it," Yoko said and turned her attention back to the other students.

Y/N tried hard to remember that the guys with the bright blue eyes were sirens. Bianca, Divina and Kent. The young man with the beanie was Ajax, Enid's boyfriend. And the guy with the big eyes and the cute curls was Tyler.

"Xavier, could you please stop painting the bloody wall for a moment? I am introducing everyone to our new student!" Yoko called to the other side of the courtyard.

As soon as y/n looked in the direction the vampire had shouted, she was horrified. "God, this is so embarrassing," y/n thought. Looking straight at her shoes, she seemed ready to dig herself into the ground.

"Y/N, this is Xavier Thorpe, our resident tortured artist. Xavier, this is my new roommate y/n."

"What a lovely coincidence! We've already met. Haven't we, y/n?" he said with a grin.

Embarrassment and shame consumed y/n more and more, so she had no choice but to abruptly run off towards the faculty wing, hoping to find a teacher to help her with the principal's task.

"It's not nice to leave without a proper goodbye!" She overheard his voice.

Later, y/n thought about the fact that she was definitely not going to be friends with this guy.

Over the next couple of months, y/n had become more open to other people. The adjustment period was over and she had a sense of self-confidence. Along with y/n's progress in communication, her abilities also developed. The girl was psychic. With the power of thought she could control various small things. In the past her power had been rather chaotic, but now she could control it well.

Y/N found a common ground with Yoko's company quite quickly. It turned out that Enid and Bianca were big fashion fans. Because of this common interest, the girls began to have sleepovers where they would put on little runway shows, play with make-up or just gossip about the other students. Every trip to Jericho was a great fun for the company. The girls would go shopping for hours, while the boys would sit in the computer club. At the end of the day everyone would gather at the Weathervane for a hot drink. It was always fun and joy, right up to the point where y/n and Xavier had a forehead bump. Each of their encounters always ended in a verbal altercation. One day their argument went so far that she lost control of her powers and threw a sugar bowl at him with her mind. As luck would have it, it hit him in the arm, but he spent the next week with a bandage on his wrist anyway.

She didn't understand why his mere presence was enough to irritate her. It was enough just to be in the same room as him. The worst part was that it all contradicted the fact that he was quite attractive on the outside. Only a blind man wouldn't have noticed the features, the hair, the height. The thought that he was really handsome was even more annoying. Every time she caught herself thinking about it, she cringed and got irritated.

This morning brought something new to her besides the daily frustration. It was anger. Yes, y/n was angry because she had a dream about him that night. The dream was so vivid and alive that it seemed to be happening in real life. He looked at her with a look that was completely different from the ones that sizzled her essence every day. It was something soft and gentle. His arms held her little body tightly, giving her warmth. She, on the other hand, pressed harder against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her cheek was pressed against his chest. He also spoke of how beautiful she was. "Damn bastard is now chasing me in my own sleep," y/n thought to herself as she climbed out from under the covers of her bed. Without a word she grabbed a towel from the chair and headed for the shower, hoping the cold water would help her forget this nightmare.

"Good morning to you too, sweetie," she heard Yoko's voice from the room.

After a quick shower, y/n began to apply her make-up. This Friday was a shortened day, and right after class the students had to go to Jericho for the local harvest festival. Divina and Enid had been talking about the festival all week. Putting the finishing touches on her make-up, y/n pulled her hair back into a careless braid, with strands falling over her face and shoulders, and changed from her nightgown to her uniform.

"What was that earlier in the dorm?" Yoko asked on her way to class.

"Nothing, just another nightmare," Y/N replied. It was clear from her intonation that this was the end of the conversation. That's why y/n loved Yoko so much. The vampire never asked more than she had to. And when y/n said that everything was fine and nothing had happened, it meant "I don't want to talk about it now". Yoko accepted and respected her roommate's personal boundaries.

As they approached the conservatory, the girls met Wednesday and Enid. The young werewolf gave y/n a worried look, but said nothing for fear of upsetting her friend or making her angry even more. As they entered the classroom, the girls stood at Yoko and Enid's desk, discussing plans for their evening trip into town.

"I'd rather poke my eyes out with needles than go to that stupid fair," Addams said.

"Are you really trying to convince us that you don't like cotton candy and stuffed animals?" y/n said sarcastically, which made the other girls laugh.

"Well then, I'll take a portable guillotine," she replied with a short pause, "to be more effective at decapitating teddy bear heads." With that, the girl sat down at her desk and took out notebooks.

The others followed her lead and took their seats. Y/N took her usual place next to another psychic, Rowan. Rowan wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed socializing, but he was always willing to help out. They exchanged a few words during class. But they never found anything in common to talk about. Y/N's desk was located almost directly next to Mrs Thornhill's, allowing her to look out over a conservatory. Just seconds before the bell rang, Ajax and Xavier flew in. The young men were not known for their punctuality, which was always a source of frustration to the teachers. As they settled into their seats, Xavier glanced in y/n's direction. "Nice braid," popped into her head.

"Did you say something?" she turned to Rowan.

"No," he replied with a furrowed brow, "is everything all right?"

"Sorry, I must have misheard."

She'd had a bad headache the whole time she'd been in class. It had happened before when her psychic abilities had developed, but why now? Y/N was in complete control of her power, and the pain hadn't bothered her for months. Forty minutes later, the ringing in her ears was so bad that she could barely hear Ms Thornhill. There was no more strength to bear it.

"Miss Thornhill, I'm sorry," she said, raising her hand. The attention of the whole class was now focused on the girl, "Can I go to the infirmary? I don't feel well."

"Of course! Who's finished the summary and ready to hand it in?" only one student raised his hand. "Shit! You've got to be kidding me." "Amazing, Xavier. Would you be so kind as to escort miss y/l/n to the infirmary?"

With those words, Thornhill continued with the lesson. Enid and Yoko had a nervous glance at each other. They were well aware of the nature of their relationship and that leaving them alone was as dangerous as releasing piranhas into a pool full of injured people. Y/N gathered her things and headed straight for the Infirmary, not bothering to wait for her companion to arrive.

"Was the lecture so boring that you had to pretend to feel bad? I have to admit that was a clever move," he told her, "or did Rowan get to you? It's really hard to communicate with him. I share a dorm with that weirdo," he continued, "I swear he scares me sometimes."

"Would you just keep your mouth shut for a minute?" She shouted as she stopped and turned to face him. The pain in her head was so unbearable that every little noise made her whimper slightly.

"Can you not be such a pain in my butt? On a side note, I wasn't exactly an eager volunteer to come along with you. So please don't be a bitch," he said, stepping around her. "Why did you say that, you fucking moron?" his voice echoed in her head.

As y/n continued her walk to the infirmary, she felt her eyes glaze over and her body lose its balance. She tried to call out to the boy, but all that came out of her lips was a low whisper.

"Hey, have you turned into some kind of statue or what?" he said as he turned. She fell to the ground in front of him, unconscious, "What the fuck?! Y/N, do you hear me?"

Without wasting a second, Xavier took the girl in his arms in a bridal style and ran to the infirmary. Several times on the way he thought she opened her eyes and called his name, but as soon as he looked at her he saw the same pale face.

"It's OK, can you hear me? We're here now," the boy looked from her to the nurse, "Hurry, we need help, she's fainted.

Slowly, the fog in front of her eyes lifted and the headache subsided. Panting, she tried to sit down on the bed, but someone's warm hands gently stopped her, placing an extra pillow under her head and back.

"Hush, don't hurry," a soft voice said. Blinking several times, she saw Xavier sitting next to her bed.

"What happened? How long have I been here? Am I anaemic?" the guy just smiled and shook his head.

"You have talent, you know! It's not even a minute since you got up and you're already getting on my nerves," he said without any anger in his voice, "To answer your questions: you fainted and I brought you here," he bent a digit, "about 30 or 40 minutes at the most," the boy bent another digit, "and no, it's not anaemia. The nurse's opinion is that you're probably just overtired from your studies. Unless it has something to do with your abilities."

"Who else knows?" Y/N asked, ignoring his last words.

“Yoko and Bianca are here, getting recommendations for your care. I think someone's going to miss the festival tonight.”

"I'm fine," y/n said briefly. She stood up abruptly from the bed, which made her feel a bit dizzy. Xavier carefully put an arm around her waist.

"I told you not to hurry. What's wrong with you?" Y/N could see concern in his eyes.

"Since when do you give a fuck about my condition?" She replied sarcastically, shaking his hand from her back. A part of Y/N's mind made him want to grab her even harder, but Xavier obediently let go of his hand.

"These tricks of yours may work on the others, but not on me. What's going on?" There she was, another reason why Xavier Thorpe pissed her off so much: the guy didn't care what she said when it was obvious to him that something was wrong. After they had stared at each other for a few minutes, she let out a breath.

"I'm just really tired. Are you happy now?"

"No, but you're in no shape for any more mockery on my part."

"That's nice of you," the nurse entered the room and handed out the pills and the prescription.

Yoko and Bianca were in fact sitting in the waiting room at the time. When they saw their friend, they jumped up and gave her a big hug.

"Damn it, you scared the hell out of us!" they said in unison.

"It's all right, just a bit dizzy, that's all," y/n tried to convince them with a smile.

"See you at the festival," the boy said with a nod to Yoko and Bianca. He was about to leave the infirmary when he heard her speak.

"Xavier, thank you," the taste of his name on her tongue was odd. He only smiled slightly, but for some reason that damned smile sent a pleasant shiver through her body. And that feeling made Y/N angry again.

"Sinclair, I swear to God, one more outfit change and I'll pass out again," y/n said jokingly. They'd been sitting in Enid and Wednesday's room for two hours now, waiting for the blonde to pick out an outfit for the festival.

"I promise this is the last one. I just want to look good. After all, Ajax and I have a date."

"It's a waste of time either way," Addams said as she looked at her watch, "and the bus to Jericho leaves in twenty minutes. Unless you want to jog through the woods, you'd better hurry."

The carnival at the festival looked impressive. Lots of rides and food stalls. The place looked like a small amusement park with bright lights and loud music. The weather was fine, even though it was late afternoon. The company immediately split into small groups based on their interests. Enid and Ajax went on the Ferris wheel. Divina, Tyler, Kent and Yoko queued up for the hot dogs. Bianca and Wednesday went to the shooting range to see who could get the most points. Y/N felt another stab of pain in her temples, which made her head for the gazebo by the pond. Not for long did the pleasure of the silence last.

"Not looking forward to the festival?" the tall boy said, leaning against the railing of the gazebo where she was standing.

"And you're stalking me now?" she replied, still looking at the surface of the water.

"I thought about getting on your nerves on the bus, but I felt sorry for the people around us."

"Were you afraid they would see you in misery?"

"I didn't want your righteous anger to blow up the bus and hurt the others," he grinned lazily. Sometimes y/n wondered if he'd been born with that stupid grin on his face.

"What do you want, Thorpe?" she asked, rolling her eyes. As soon as she turned to face him, the girl realised how close he was standing to her.

"I think I've answered that question before," he said with a thoughtful expression.

"What do you want from me now?" she asked, moving a little closer to him.

"Oh, you don't want to know, dove," he said, leaning slightly towards her. There were literally a few inches between them. Any passerby would have thought they were a couple, about to kiss. In fact, they were burning each other with glances, testing each other's patience.

Y/N was ready to swear on the Holy Bible that 'Come on, Y/N' ran through her head with his voice. The girl rose slightly on her toes, practically sliding her nose down his cheek. The young man felt her warm breath against his ear.

"Two can play at this game, Thorpe. So back off," y/n whispered, but she didn't move. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the boy exhale heavily at her action. The sight of it sent a wave through her body. No, not anger, it was a wave of excitement and adrenaline. They'd never been this close before. The feeling that it was so wrong and yet so alluring sent her body into a dance.

"I'm afraid you're right, we can both play," Xavier whispered back to her. Then he placed his hand on her waist. Almost as he'd done earlier at the nurses' station, when he'd prevented another fall.

She didn't notice as he took another step towards her so that their bodies were now touching. Even though they were still separated by layers of clothing, the contact burned. The grip on y/n's waist tightened a little, causing her to exhale sharply. The inner voice of her mind screamed at her that this had to stop, that she should just take a step back and put an end to the stupid show. But the demons in her chest cheered sickly. The thoughts and dreams she had chased away for so long, the ones she was angry at, now filled her entire mind. The way he smelled was something she had never noticed before. The woody scent of cologne mixed with the scent of acrylic paint. Barely perceptible notes of coffee created their own symphony with the faintly detectable scent of weed. Surely he and Ajax must have smoked a joint in his dormitory before they left. Complementing this melody of scents was the fragrance of fresh shampoo. Y/N lifted her head slightly and stared at his hair. It looked so silky she wanted to run her fingers through it. To feel the softness between her digits.

Xavier, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off her face. Everything about y/n's features screamed tenderness, vulnerability. When he looked at her, he always remembered their first meeting, how quiet and modest she had been. But then he remembered what she was like now and realised that he had made her into that crazy beast with the glowing eyes and pouting lips. The way she always hid her smile at the sight of him, wrinkling her neat nose and squinting her eyes. He loved the way she could turn on a moment's notice. Even when she threw the damn sugar bowl at him with the force of her mind, he was amazed. It couldn't have been healthy to admire the results of his taunts at her, but he couldn't stop. And now, looking into those bottomless y/e/c eyes, he was deliberately testing the waters. "How long can you keep this up?" his mind raced.

"I could go on like this for the rest of the evening, Thorpe. The question is, do you want to continue this fun little game?" y/n said as if in response to his thoughts. There was a challenge in her eyes. And then she did something that set fire to his chest.

With one swift movement, she pulled him to her by the collar of his coat. Her lips touched the thin skin above his Adam's apple. Xavier Thorpe had never known the existence of that weak spot, as if it had been waiting to be discovered. With a hot, open-mouthed kiss, she nuzzled a spot. And following that touch, he felt a small tongue trace circles on his skin. He could have sworn he saw sparks in front of his eyes. But the pleasure didn't last long. A few moments later, y/n retreated from him with an innocent look and slowly walked back towards the festival.

As she approached the picnic table where all her friends were eating hot dogs, she couldn't help but admit that what was happening in that gazebo was making her very emotional. It was as if an electric shock had been sent through her body. But then a wave of awareness and terror washed over her. She loved it and wanted to go on. For the moment she kissed him, she could hear his every thought. He was thinking about a million things and nothing at the same time. With her little act she turned his mind upside down and she loved the fact that she had a power over him. Y/N could literally feel his demons on her tongue, the way he trembled treacherously.

"Y/N, are you all right? Your face is flushed, like you have a fever," Tyler asked, turning his attention back to the girl.

"Yeah, I guess I'm not dressed for the weather," the company didn't hear the rest of her explanation as Xavier reappeared.

"Bro, what's that on your neck?" Ajax poked at a small hickey with his finger.

"Some kind of mosquito bite or something," Xavier shrugged and blinked at y/n. He waited for her reaction.

"Careful, Thorpe, you do not get rabies. Mosquitoes are disease carriers, in case you didn't know. You have to be more precise," she replied with a grin. The girls at the table laughed. Even Wednesday couldn't resist a laugh,

"OK, where's my hot dog?!"

A week had passed since the day of the festival. And in that whole week they had never crossed paths. Even in the group, if y/n saw him with her friends, she would stealthily avoid them. In class, she never took her eyes off her textbooks. And any trips to Jericho were carefully discouraged. The reason y/n avoided Xavier was because of his thoughts. She could hear him at night. The sound of her name on his lips. She saw what he saw in his dreams. His imagination pictured the two of them in that gazebo. How he held her against him, kissing her roughly, how she moaned against his lips and he couldn't hold back a growl in response. How the sweet kiss broke, both of them breathing hard. How her fingers ruffled the hair at the back of his neck.

As for Xavier, he was obsessed with the thought of her. The girl who used to cause irritation in his chest just by looking at him now made his heart beat wildly. He sought her gaze in the crowd, tried to meet her in their group and in classes, but she stubbornly avoided him. And that pissed him off twice as much. How could she do such a thing and then disappear? What an evil, heartless bitch she had to be to get someone hooked on a needle. Only instead of the drug, it was her. Her smell, her eyes, her slightly clumsy and hurried pace. How could someone become addicted overnight? The obsessive thoughts of the girl never left him, even at night. This made Xavier spend more hours in his shed. It was only when he poured his visions and thoughts onto canvas that he felt better. Looking at the number of her portraits, it was safe to say that he was obsessed. And it infuriated him with renewed vigour.

"So today I am going to hand out the promised group assignments that you have to complete by the end of this weekend! And I recommend that you do your work with the utmost responsibility, because your final grade for the semester will depend on it. You can find your partner and the topic of the assignment in the lists at the exit of the conservatory! Thank you all, our lesson is over," Thornhill concluded as she dismissed the students for a well-earned rest.

As she approached the lists, y/n spotted Divina and Kent cheering. Brother and sister were remarkably well-bonded. Divina was the brain behind their duo, Kent the performer. Just ahead of them, Ajax and Tyler were discussing their task. Enid was paired with Rowan.

"Shit," the girl said in a frustrated voice. She'd hoped her desk mate would be her partner on this project. As she scanned the list below, y/n finally found her name. Next to her last name was Xavier's. "Hell, no. No! No! No!" she thought.

"Who did you get?" asked Yoko.

"Thorpe... Fucking bloody Thorpe!"

"I would ask you not to use language, we still have a project to work on together," the young man seemed to appear out of nowhere just behind the girls. After he had appeared, the vampire whispered something to her friend and turned back to her partner.

Completely ignoring his joke, y/n shoved a sheet of paper with the topic of the assignment into his chest and hurriedly tried to leave the classroom. She was about to disappear into the crowd when he grabbed her wrist.

"Not so fast, dove. There's something I'd like to discuss." That's the nasty grin on his face. "Go ahead, y/n, get angry. Spit venom at him. All week you've been hiding from him so well, and now fate is challenging you. Pull yourself together, you wimp," she thought, looking at him.

"Let's divide the subject into two parts. I'll do the theory, you do the practice," she muttered, her eyes fixed on the buttons of his shirt. She'd never realised how tall Xavier really was. She could barely reach the notch in his collarbone with her nose.

"Great, let's exchange the first notes tomorrow. I'll meet you near the fountain after lunch," he said casually. It was just another little way for him to make her nervous. And he took undisguised pleasure in it.

As agreed, y/n sat down on the grass by the fountain in the courtyard after lunch on Saturday. Around her were various encyclopaedias and notebooks. As well as taking notes, she made small sketches and occasionally cut and pasted something into her workbook. Xavier watched from the sidelines for about 30 minutes. He was fascinated by the enthusiasm with which she threw herself into the process. Especially when it came to projects like this. As he approached the girl, he pulled his sketchbook out of his bag.

"You're half an hour late," she said sternly, without a greeting, "I'm not going to do all the work for you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear a proper greeting," he said as he sat down on the grass.

"Look, Thorpe," she looked at him with a piercing stare, "I'm not here to continue these stupid games. I need an A in this class. And if you're not interested in good grades, get the hell out of here. I can do this on my own. But if you decide to get down to business, please stop playing around.

After this angry tirade from the girl, they never exchanged another word, except about the project. Xavier decided to get creative with his presentation.

"What if, during the story, I put our sketches to life by visually describing the plant's processes?"

"Not a bad idea, we should definitely try it," y/n replied with a slight smile, without taking her eyes off her notes.

After a few hours of painstaking work, the pair had completed the main part of the assignment. There were still a few sketches to be made. Xavier took over. Picking up her things from the grass, the girl looked at her watch and realised they had missed dinner.

"Crap, we missed dinner."

"I had some apple pie leftovers from Ajax's mother in my shed. There was supposed to be some soda too."

"You don't think I'd agree to spend an evening in your company after a peaceful day?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Her notebooks were falling out of her hands and her bag was overloading one shoulder.

"I think you can shove your pride up your ass when you're offered help with something as simple as dinner," he replied, parodying her. Without waiting for an answer, he took her heavy bag and some of her notebooks and headed for the woods. She had no choice but to follow.

During the time they'd spent together, she hadn't heard a single thought from him, but as soon as she crossed the threshold of his shed, his voice echoed in her head, "And why am I doing this?"

"You know you don't have to do this, right?" she said quietly, shifting from foot to foot.

"Can I answer a question with a question?" something in his gaze made her tense. She nodded, "How long have you been able to look into someone's mind and read their thoughts?"

"I don't... How did you..." y/n paused, "What makes you think I can?"

"I got my first inkling in the gazebo when you answered the question I had in my mind. And then I felt your presence in my head. It was as if my skull had been opened and my brain looked at".

"I don't... I can't control it. This power only awakened in me a few days ago. When I get into someone's mind, believe me, it's completely by accident."

"Well, I hope you get over it quickly," he said with a shrug, getting the rest of the pie and soda from the mini-fridge.

After they had eaten and satisfied their hunger, there was an uncomfortable silence in the room. It was strange and unfamiliar. Just sitting in the same room without exchanging barbs.

"May I ask now?" y/n asked quietly, looking up at the young man who was now making small sketches on the canvas. He was probably working on their project.

"Go ahead," he said, without taking his eyes off the canvas.

"Why did you start that provocation at the festival?" her voice trembled at the question, making the boy look at her.

She was curled up on a small old couch, hugging her own knees. Her eyes were fixed on the void. Xavier seemed to see the real her at that moment. So vulnerable and desperate. He quietly put the brush aside, rose from his seat and quietly walked over to her, crouching down in front of the girl. She was still staring off into space somewhere, nervously waiting for his answer. Xavier gently took her hands in his, stroking the backs of her palms with his thumbs.

"Y/N, look at me," she just closed her eyes and shook her head, "It wasn't a provocation. I felt your presence that day, and not just when you were physically there. I felt your thoughts, your mood. And when it left me seconds later, I couldn't resist the temptation to repeat the sensation. Besides, it seemed the only way to get your attention."

"Attention? It sometimes frightens me to realise that all my attention is on you, Thorpe," the boy just shook his head and smiled slightly.

"To tell you the truth, I've liked you from day one. When you bumped into me in the hallway, I didn't swear because you were what I called you. The whole day was going lousy and you just came under the hot hand. So I owe you an apology for my bad behaviour.

"I forgive you."

"Well, it was hard to stop after that. I decided that the only right way to talk to you was to fight and torment you all the time," she looked at him carefully now, "I'm just saying, if I had the chance to change the course of events, I would."

"What would you do?" she asked hopefully. Only now did he notice her intense gaze. He slowly stood and held out his hand to her." I would apologise for my rudeness, as a gentleman should," he took a small step towards her, "then I would introduce myself," another small step, "and ask your name. After a while we would become more acquainted and I would ask you on a date where we would feel comfortable and hold hands. "

"Like now?" she intertwined their fingers in a lock.

"Yes. At the end of the night, I'd walk you to the door of your dorm, thank you for a wonderful time, and..." he let go of her hands, placing one palm on her waist and the other in her hair. Y/N's palms moved slowly to his neck. They could feel each other breathing and their hearts beating in a frantic rhythm. Xavier could only hear his own blood pounding in his ears.

"Xavier?" both of them froze, undecided about taking a step. The last step that would be a chasm from the feelings that had been buried so long and so cruelly. She looked at him, hesitant to burn the damn bridge, looking for support in his thoughts, but it was silent, "What are you thinking about?"

"I just don't want to ruin it," he admitted, closing his eyes. And at that moment, the walls of his impregnable fortress collapsed. She saw the real Xavier Thorpe. The exhausted artist with so much darkness in his head and heart. She felt sharply all his wounds, all the pain his father had caused him, his unshared feelings. His fear ran through her.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

"What?" he asked, blinking several times. He was dreaming. Like he was about to wake up.

"Now, Thorpe."

The sweetness of his lips washed over her in a wave of relief. The puzzle fell into place as she responded to his kiss and pulled the young man closer to her. All this time it hadn't been hate and anger. All these months she'd been falling in love with him, more and more every day. And she simply didn't understand what that feeling was. Only now, in this man's arms, did she feel light and calm. And the constant ringing in her head was gone. After a while they had to stop kissing because they ran out of air. But they didn't break contact for a second, touching their foreheads. The pleasant silence was broken when a gorgon suddenly entered.

"Is there any more of Mother's pie?" he asked, scratching his neck.

"Ajax! I told you not to interfere!" hissed Enid.

Looking out of the window, the couple noticed their friends who had been so shamelessly spying on them. Their momentary attempt to hide outside the window just made the young couple inside the studio laugh. Without further ado, he pulled the girl back to him and said the same three words in his head, just so she could hear them.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x you #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe smut #percy #percy hynes white #percy hynes white x reader #percy hynes white x y/n #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday smut

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eldritchsurveys · 2 months ago

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1254.

What’s something you used to believe in that you don’t anymore? >> I actually don't think this has ever happened to me. Even though I've been several different people, we have had uncannily similar core beliefs and worldviews. It's probably just a "like-attracts-like" situation between this body and its pilots.

What’s your favorite dinosaur? >> I don't have one. I've never been interested in dinosaurs.

Do you believe in reincarnation? If so, what would you like to be reincarnated as? >> I consider it a likelihood for myself, but not the only one. My understanding of reincarnation goes far beyond just incarnating on Earth, so the possibilities are truly endless when it comes to what other forms I may take in other lives. Also, frankly, I am multiply incarnated at this very moment; I just happen to be "focused" on this world. But! I digress.

What are three scents that you like? >> Oud, anise, frankincense.

Do you ever use the grounding technique 54321? >> I don't. It honestly never occurs to me in the moments it might be useful.

Where would you relocate if you were forced to leave your place of residence? >> If we were forced to leave our place of residence, we'd just be fucked. If we had the means to move, we would already be planning to do so. :V What smells better… fresh baked bread or fresh brewed coffee? >> I think the smell of freshly baked bread is slightly more agreeable to me. I get sick of the smell of coffee really quickly.

Have you ever met a president? >> I have not.

Has anyone ever given you a gag gift? >> I don't think so.

Do you find smoking unattractive? >> I don't have a feeling about it one way or the other. It's just a thing people do.

Do you think flirting is cheating? >> It's pretty much impossible to cheat on me, so, no.

Have you ever liked someone who had a girl/boyfriend? >> Sure. If it's not a dealbreaker for them, it sure as hell isn't one for me.

Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you? >> Again, see question before last. I don't even know how to be hypothetical about this, the concept is just so alien to me.

What's a word that starts with the third letter of your first name? >> Reality. How many wives or husbands do you want? .

What's your favorite color gummy bear? >> Red.

What's the last movie you saw in the theater? >> Still Longlegs. I will have to take myself to see something new soon. What color is your iPod? . What’s a quality that your sister has that you absolutely can’t stand? .

Have you ever dated a smoker? If not, would you? >> I have. I don't think I would now, simply because I hate the smell of cigarettes now. A diehard goth who smokes Djarums exclusively is still acceptable :p

Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? .

Name one of your psycho exes? >> You couldn't fucking pay me to talk about people I've been entangled with that way.

Have you ever been drunk at work? .

Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? >> I have.

How many bananas have you ever eaten in a row? >> I can hardly stomach one, let alone more than one.

Do you have a protective father? .

Have you ever had to choose between two people? .

The last thing you remember dreaming about: >> It was a mishmash of various media I am in the middle of interacting with (the book I'm reading, and something else -- a movie I'd seen recently? I don't remember now, this was so many hours ago).

The last place you went: >> The bodega around the corner from me.

The last time you held a baby: >> About five years ago.

What’s the scariest video game you’ve ever played? >> Silent Hill 4, waaaay back when. I mostly watch horror game playthroughs on YouTube rather than play them myself. But, fun fact, the first time I tried to play Fallout 3 (also waaaay back when), I got so freaked out by radroaches that I turned that shit off and took it right back to whatever store I'd rented it from, lol. I'm fine with them now and I have played many many hours of various Fallout games since but that first encounter was a doozy.

If you had the chance to slip through a portal, despite being unaware of any of the effects and/or consequences, would you do it? >> I mean, probably. It's the sort of thing I expect to happen to me.

When someone copies you, are you more flattered or annoyed? >> Definitely flattered.

Which is worse: Stale chips or flat soda? >> Stale chips. I require maximum cronch. I also don't drink soda enough for flat soda to really have a chance to bug me.

What health problems do you have? .

Have you ever had an anaphylactic reaction to anything? >> I have not.

Do you have sensitive skin? >> Not especially.

What would you name a baby boy? .

What would you name a baby girl? .

Do people's rude comments bother you for a long time? >> Sometimes. I think it depends on the state of my nervous system when the comment is given.

Name three things you find boring. >> Long drives that are mostly highway, economics, heteronormativity.

What excites you? >> Uh... a good thunderstorm.

Would you send your kids to Sunday school? .

What is the most interesting biography you have read? .

Do you think your life story would make a good book someday? >> It'd have to be a strange nonlinear meandering pseudofictional sort of book, not a straightforward auto/biography. Do you buy art for your walls? >> I don't make a conscious practice of it, but I have collected a few things over time.

Would you ever decorate a room with a travel theme? >> I would not.

What insects do you think are pretty? >> So, so many. I love bugs.

Do you love God? >> I have loved at least one god. Is there an ice cream flavor that you strongly dislike? Which one? >> If there is, I haven't had it yet. Oh, I guess chocolate, but I also just strongly dislike most chocolate.

Do you own any books with an image of a cat on the front cover? >> Possibly.

Does anything you own have an image of a bird on it? >> I'm pretty sure.

Does anyone you know own a spaniel? How about an Irish setter? >> No.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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streamdotpng · 1 year ago

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T&t feels kinda like it'll have a negative end.... Enid's gonna be doing everything she can to please Wednesday, and Wednesday is going to not like it because she miss the old bacm and forth. This new Enid that just seems to cave at almost everything, but seems to stand for only the most possesive things is off putting, like it's not the right Enid.

Maybe Wednesday finds out what happened over break through a vision, maybe she just can't take this coddling any more, but she silently leaves Enid, thinking it's for the best. Enid starts to go crazy when she wakes up and doesn't know where Wednesday is, so she hunts the goth down. She finds Wednesday boarding the train and accidentally guilts the psychic into staying. The were wolf doesn't know whats wrong, why would the goth be so down all the time when Enid keeps giving her everything? She starts to panic, is her mate sick? What's wrong? Is the food not good enough? She finds better and more food. Is their place of residence not good enough? She aquires many properties. Is *she* not good enough!? She changes herself, time and time again, just to be perfect for her mate.

But Wednesday just suffers in silence, doomed to watch what she once liked, turn itself unrecognizable in pursuit of the psychics love.

HOLY SHIT! WTF?! WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?!?!???

i feel like you're overthinking butttt, we all got our own interpretations of the au! so i will neither confirm nor deny :)

#tongues & teeth au

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starcrossedmoonlet · 8 months ago

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Hello and welcome to this blog!

My name is Comet Yuusonya, and I'm the host here! Feel free to call me just about anything--Comet, Yuu, Prefect, Grim's Mother, whatever works. My friends and I are all here to answer questions, rp, chat, whatever else! A list of everyone included here will be at the bottom of the post.

Come get to know us--ask whatever questions you'd like! Let me set some ground rules really quick.

1. NO NSFW -- Flirting is fine, but no NSFW. A lot of us are minors or freshly 18, and A LOT of us are asexual.

2. Please be kind! I am just a girl, a child, even. Please treat me as you would another human being. I have boundaries and I want them respected. This extends to all my friends.

3. Please be patient! Life's kinda busy, things happen. If we don't respond immediately, we'll get back within a day or two. Please don't bug us about responding to your asks, I promise we see them.

4. We curse here! This means you can to, but if you don't want anything to do with that, probably best to steer clear. I never use curse words to insult another, and neither should you. No slurs either please. Those are my only rules on cursing here. Otherwise be free to say fuck lmao

5. Fellow OCs are welcomed here and encouraged to interact!!! Tell me everything about your OCs I love them all!!!!

6. This is a safe place! No judging others' identities, OCs, requests, etc--including mine.

Here's a masterlist of everyone here, including their main tags!

Comet Yuusonya

Hi! I'm Comet, Yuu works too--I'm the Ramshackle Prefect. I was magicless when I got here, but... now I'm not! Local therapist, Grim's mother, and widely feared for my ability to psychoanalyze people. She/her pronouns, asexual, polyamorous Twisted from Rapunzel and Princess Anna

#comet yuu answers things : questions I answer, pretty self explanitory #comet yuu rambles : if I get kind of ramble-y, I'll add this tag. #comet yuu daily lyrics : for lyrics from songs I either relate to or just like !

Heaven

Greetings, you may call me Heaven. I reside within the halls of Ramshackle, though I come from a realm beyond this one. So long as you do not bring harm to our prefect, you shall be spared. She/her pronouns, polyamorous, has never commented on her sexuality. Twisted from the bride from the Haunted Mansion. #Heaven replies : For when you speak to me.

James Steelclaw From Savanaclaw

'sup, name's james. local jaguar beastman in spelldrive. teachers hate me, learn my secret today! /j He/him pronouns, bisexual, polyamorous. Twisted from the jaguars in Emperor's new Groove. #james speaks : general tag for me. idc if its questions or just me talkin outta my ass.

Lance Everett

Hi, I'm Lance, it's so exciting to meet you! I'm a Savanaclaw student, though I wish I were in Pomefiore with my buddy Emilio... that's okay, though, I enjoy the temperature here. I love animals and communicating with them. Maybe we can be friends? He/him pronouns, unspecified sexuality but clearly likes men. Twisted from Kronk. #Hello from Lance! : Any of my posts!

Buggie Orville

heeeyyyy whazzup name'z buggie, azul AND jamil'z #1 nuisance !!!!!! find me behind Mostro Lounge in my DEFINITELY LEGAL gambling ring and speakeasy ;) don't mind the bugz, they're my budz! they don't bite unlezz i don't like you! :D They/it/he, bug/bugself pronouns, asexual, demi and panromantic, polyamorous. Twisted from Oogie Boogie. #rollin the dice : anything from me <3

Emilio Nowell

Greetings all. Emilio Nowell here, a proud Pomefiore student and pro at chemistry. Should you wish to speak with me, I suppose I shall grant you some of my time. Though, I'd imagine Lance is more fun to speak to... have you tried his spinach puffs? They're simply to die for. He/him pronouns, gay. Twisted from Yzma. #From Emilio : When I am speaking, I will add this tag.

Igni Hayes

uhhh hi whats up, my name's ignacio but igni is fine! um i'm from ignihyde, im the resident goth, cant shut up about flowers, and drama king to the max haha. h. hope we can be friend sorry if i'm awkward it's the social anxiety He/him pronouns, pansexual, polyamorous. Twisted from Pain and Panic. #Ignis replies : for asks #gothichanahaki : my general tag

Jun'ichi Sasaki

Come learn about me yourself. He/him, unspecified sexuality. Twisted from Robert Callaghan / Yokai from Big Hero Six. #Sasaki Junichi : General.

Everest Grove

Hello! Call me Everest. I'm a mushroom fae from Briar Valley, new to Diasomnia and the Mountain Lovers Club. I enjoy sketching and hikes, perhaps you'd like to join me? I'm a little quiet, but I promise I mean no harm. They/them pronouns, asexual, panromantic polyamorous. Twisted from background fairies in the live action Maleficent. #Everests Grove : Anything I post!

Wade Krillis

Yo what's up everyone, name's Wade. I just transfered to NRC not too long ago... I'm in Diasomnia. I'm in spelldrive, but I think I like the arts on land, I'd like to get into that. Please don't be too put off by my style, promise I'm not dangerous! I just like being punk. :) He/him pronouns, unspecified sexuality. Not twisted from any Disney character, but heavily correlated with Octavinelle. #Thoughts from Wade : My posts, whether asks or not!

Comet again! I'll add character info sheets in case you want pictures and more information soon! Until then, thanks for stopping by! Hope we can be friends! Don't forget to drink water! Until next time! Find my main at @elysia-nsimp

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc

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harmonyckrs · 8 months ago

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DAY 9 in Twisted Strangetown: The Goth in Disguise

THE PREVIOUS DAY

H: Hello, lovely! Harper Morgan at your service. How may I help you?

A: Oh, shoot, I'm sorry. I was calling for my brother.

H: AKTU? Where have you been for the past year? Are you okay? And why wouldn't you answer any of our calls?

A: I'm more confused on why you're referring to yourself as "Harper" with your wife's maiden name.

H: You're dodging the question!

A: Okay, fine! I'm being held captive by SCIA.

???: We're not holding you captive. You're here because we need answers on how you were able to reverse the mind control. We need that information to save everyone else in Strangetown.

H: Save Strangetown from what, darling? They all seem fine to me!

A: Hamza, stop speaking like that.

???: There's an unknown force that's caused everyone's personalities to be set to the extreme, alongside giving them "brain fog" that we recently discovered that made them unable to recall past events and think for long periods of time. Things seem okay now, but there have been cases of the past of these extremities causing people to attack others.

H: Ooh, I get it! So we're preventing something worse from happening, right?

???: Precisely.

H: Well, I'll be more than happy to talk to you, love! In exchange, you can let my dear brother go free. How about that?

???: Depends on what you can provide.

H: Provide, huh? Oh, I can provide much more than you think...

A: Hamza, you're married.

H: Celeste said that it's okay to seduce people for money or power as long as I tell her first! And I hold the same rule to her, too!

???: Well, we'll see. What time works for you?

H: I can actually come by right now, dear! Just...give me some time to get ready, okay?

???: Got it. I'll send you the location. Be quick.

*Beep*

H: Can't believe I have to put everything back on...

NAME: HAMZA "HARPER MORGAN" TERRESTRIAL

AGE: ADULT

STATUS: ALIVE, FUNCTIONAL

I am unsure which of the two names was Harper's real name, but she seemed neutral for both so I assume it's a good idea to continue to refer to her as Harper.

Harper claimed to reside in Bluewater Village, but was temporarily residing in Strangetown for reasons she would not specify. She lives with her two kids, one of which was the product of an alien abduction and both of whom attend private school.

When I questioned Harper about "Celeste," the woman she had mentioned in the recording, she claimed that I misremembered and that she was single. She then proceeded to flirt with me as if she would forget, before I threatened to tell Aktu about what happened. This prompted her to confess that she did have a wife, and that the two were in an open relationship. I may have to confirm this with Aktu later, though I'm unsure if this information is important.

Harper followed this up by talking more about her wife, entering a long tangent about how amazing she was and how she was so lucky to find someone "out of her league." Once she was done, she then told me that there were rumors of gadgets being built in Strangetown that could potentially allow people to mind control others without possessing any supernatural powers.

This would likely mean that the town-wide control is the product of a haywire experiment. And there is one guy in town who already has a track record of haywire experiments that negatively affect the entire town - Loki Beaker. The good news is that Chloe and Lola were already at their place for observations, so I can simply ask them to bring him here.

Once our conversation concluded, Harper and I agreed to let Aktu go on the condition that he wore a tracking device in case we needed to locate him again. Aktu seemed okay with this, and the two of them returned to Bluewater with no complaints.

This concludes our first interrogation. It's time for us to collect our next suspect!

THE NEXT DAY

#ts2 #strangetown with a twist #ajay loner #lazlo curious #crystal vu #abhijeet cho #circe beaker

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empressofthesunwriter · 2 years ago

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The Stick of Truth

Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!

N.K. is angry at her parents. Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park! She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the kids play and falls for the human princess and the elf king. Who is friend, who is foe and which side should she choose?

Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

Chapter 8: Your Guide to Be a Goth

In the morning I wake up, thanks to my ringing smartphone.

I blink sleepily and yawn.

I feel like a trunk hit me.

Urgh.

Wondering who is calling me, I pick up the phone.

I grunt a greeting.

“N.K.? Are you okay? You sound pissed off.”, say’s a female voice.

I need a second to register, who is talking to me.

Oh right, there was the space adventure I had last night!

“Tammy, hi sis!”, I say back. “Sorry, I’m still half asleep.”

“Yeah, I feel you. I called you to check if you are doing okay?”

“I should ask you that. You nearly got ass raped.”

I can imagine that she is making a face.

“Don’t remind me. Anyway, school got canceled for the next few days. My mom told me there was a huge earthquake!”

That’s interesting.

I sit up on the bed and put my glasses on.

“I have the feeling we caused the earthquake with the crash landing we did.”, I tell her.

“Same.”, she agrees. “I hope no one finds out. Since we are free, do you wanna do something today?”

Aww, did I hear right? Tammy wants to spend the day with me!

“Girl, I’m so on board. When should we meet up?”, I ask excitedly.

“Well, the mall is out of the question how about after lunch we meet at Tweek Bro’s?”

Now I make a face.

“Tam, they put drugs in the coffee, let’s not!”

“For real? Thank the lord I never drank any. Okay, how about cinema? We could watch a movie.”

“That’s a plan. Let’s do this.”

We agree on a time and then hung up.

Happily, I jump out of bed and start my morning routine. You know washing and then dressing.

Humming the first opening of Demon Slayer I make my way to the kitchen.

“Morning Mamma, morning Papà!”, I greet my parents.

Papà is reading the newspaper, while Mamma is making pancakes.

Oh yes, this day starts awesome!

“Morning my princess.”, greets Papà back.

“Sit down N.K., the pancakes are nearly done.”, informs Mamma.

Grinning I give her a cheek kiss and then Papà one as I sit down on the table with him.

Mamma serves the pancakes and we dig in.

My parents tell me as Tammy did, that school got canceled for a few days. They tell me to enjoy this extra free time and to make new friends.

Well, I sure will get to know better Tammy and there are also Kenny and my other fourth-grade buddies.

We will probably still play our RPG.

I wonder if I somehow I can convince them to let Tammy join? Would she even want that? I mean we kicked ass together on the alien ship, but LARPing is something different.

I will ask her when I meet up with her.

For now, I’m done with my breakfast and ask my parents if I can watch some TV.

They permitted it.

Awesome!

I think I’m going to watch some Naruto. I grave some cool Ninja action!

The TV is on the news channel of South Park, before I can switch to Crunchyroll, I hear from the news anchor: “…And that a large earthquake and several fires in the South Park area last night woke many residents from their sleep. Here with a report is a midget in a bikini.”

What?!

They really switch to a midget in a bikini, who is standing behind a large crowd, and…oh there is the spaceship Tammy and I crashed! It’s hardly hiding with these few pieces of clothing they put over it.

I need to know, what they know. Not that suddenly the FBI is before our door and throws me and Tammy in jail or some shit!

So I continue watching.

The midget reports: “Tom, government workers here are assuring everyone nothing out of the ordinary has happened. They claim that the only reason huge tents have gone up to cover this area is to mask the construction of a new Taco Bell which will open sometime later this month.”

….Please tell me I didn’t hear what I heard?! I mean yeah for me and Tammy, but no one can be this stupid and not see that this is a UFO?!

Also, why does the government hide it?

Oh wait, that’s the USA of course they would cover it up.

“Thanks, Midget, I do love me some Taco Bell.”, says the news anchor. Oh my lord, are the adults in this town really that dumb?! “The mayor of South Park states that last night's tremors and fires are under control and that hopefully schools and businesses can open again soon.”

I can just facepalm at this whole stupidity.

I just can’t with South Park.

Where the fuck did my parents moved us?!

Not that I’m glad that Tammy and I aren’t going to get punished for the UFO crash, it’s just….aargh!

I don’t even have words.

That’s when someone knocks on our door.

Wondering who it is I open it and…. yippie it’s Lord Big Stomach.

Can you feel how happy I am?

No?

Neither I.

“Cartman what-“, I can’t even ask him what he wants, since he starts to yell.

“AGHGH!! MY GOD!! They came outta nowhere!”

“Who came out of nowhere?!”

“There was a huge earthquake and then, and then and then there was burning in my yard!”

“That doesn’t really explain what do you want?”

“You don't understand.”

I’m getting really tired of this shit!

“Spit it out, Cartman!”

“The elves... THEY TOOK THE STICK! And it's BULLSHIT because that is TOTALLY CHEATING! We specifically said no trying to take the Stick at night! Elves are DIRTY LITTLE LIARS! And we have to lay waste to their ENTIRE BASE!”

He is huffing and puffing and if I was the bigger person I should offer him the couch and ask if he needs a glass of water.

But since I’m petty, I will not.

Suffer asshole.

“So you are telling me the elves used the earthquake to steal the Stick of Truth at night which is against the rules.”, I sum it up.

“YES!”, Fatass yells.

Damn, he is angry! Maybe he will get a stroke and we are free from him!

Ding dong, the wicked Wizard King is dead!

Okay, I shouldn’t joke about it, just I really, really hate Cartman.

“Well my king do we have a plan besides burning down the elven kingdom?”, yet I still ask.

Hey the RPG is fun.

Even with Lord I-can’t-see-my-feets.

“Yes, I have!”, he begins. “You have some incredible qualities to make friends quickly, Sir Douchebag. I'm sending you on a quest to go out into the lands of Zaron and recruit a whole 'nother FACTION to Kupa Keep. Find the goth kids and give them this letter.”

I stare at the piece of paper in my hand. My experience with goth kids tells me, they won’t join thanks to the way it’s written and the crude drawing of an evil elf.

That’s still too conformatistic for them.

From where did I know this? When I lived in New York I had a goth girl in my class. She was pretty and I tried to hit on her.

I learned fast that my charms don’t work on goths.

So I needed I know a new way, which lead me to learn a bit about goth culture.

Let’s just say what I learned turned me away from the girl.

That is really not my sub-culture I’m happy to be an otaku.

“Get them to join our kingdom and we shall lay waste to the Drow Elves once and for all!”, commands King It’s-a-wonder-I-don’t-have-diabites.

“Can I first get dressed in my Stick of Truth get up?”

“Oh, sure.”

With that, he waddles out of my house cursing the elves.

Damn, today is going to be a long day, I can just feel it.

I hope I can manage to watch the movie with Tammy.

Better I get dressed fast and make the goth joins us.

Somehow.

I feel already a headache forming.

Urgh.

Back in my Link cosplay I step out of the house.

I’m sad that I can’t put on my Dark Magician Girl cosplay, since I don’t think it’s time to let on Cartman the bomb drop that I’m a girl.

He is already angry enough today.

“Hello my dear mage!”, greets me the lovely voice of my fair princess. “I hope you had pleasant dreams.”

I grin and we hug each other. Then I pull her hood down, so I can give her a sweet morning kiss.

Princess Kenny formally purrs. She licks along my lips, begging for entrance and I open my mouth to welcome her sweet tongue.

Oh yes!

That’s what I need right now!

We kiss for a few minutes till I stop it with a kiss on her cheek.

“This is an awesome way to start the day, my beloved princess. Be assured that all my dreams were about you!”, I flirt.

Princess Kenny smiles happily and gives me another kiss.

“Glad to hear that, babe.”

I can’t help but blush at the nickname. I like being called babe.

I find it hot.

“My lady be assured that I would love to kiss you the whole day, but I got a new quest from Wizard Fatass.”, I explain to her.

She takes my hand, nodding.

“I know. I will be your buddy. Butters wanted to lead you to the goth kids, but I won at Rock-Paper-Scissors.”

I giggle and we start walking.

“Can’t get enough of me, my princess?”

“You know it, hot stuff.”

Now we giggle together.

At least I have Kenny on my side today.

This makes this whole quest 1000 times better.

Okay, I really thought my princess would lead me to the cemetery.

The goths I meet liked to spend their time there.

But the school?

…Well, someone said once that school sucks your soul out. Don’t remember who.

That is pretty goth, I think.

Already gothic music greets us from behind the school, where the South Park goth kids like to hang out.

I can also smell cigarettes.

Yeah, we are in the right place.

I walk up to the four smoking goth kids.

Two are clearly fourth graders. The one with the black and red hair and the only girl in the group.

Another boy is clearly in my grade, but I’m surprised to see a little kindergarten child with them.

And he is also smocking.

I know, live and let live, but that’s not okay that practically a baby smokes.

What even lets someone so young join the goth culture?

“Who's that?”, drags me back from my thoughts the voice of the black-red-haired goth.

“I think it's that new kid people are talking about.”, answers him the girl goth.

“Beat it, New Kid, this area is strictly for goth kids.”, tells me the fifth grader goth.

I roll my eyes at them.

“I have eyes, you know.”, I sass back. “And also a name. I’m N.K. and I’m here to give you this.”

I hand black-red hair goth Cartman’s letter. He hands it to the girl and she to the fifth grader goth.

He is probably their boss or something.

“Join the Kingdom of Kupa Keep to battle the wicked elves. All recruits welcome.", he reads aloud.

With a huff, he crumpled up the letter and throws it away.

“Sorry, Galadriel, we don't play Dungeons and Douchebags.”

“Yeah, beat it, New Girl.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“I have a name, you know?”

At least they can also see I’m a girl.

Also, I fucking know it wouldn’t work out!

“Aw, come on, let's do it.”, begs surprisingly the kindergarten goth. “We never do anything.”

“No WAY! We can't do what this kid asks us to do! She's a conformist! Look at her clothes and her hair!”, disagrees boss goth.

“I would more say I look like Link from Breath of the Wild which makes me a Cosplayer/Otaku but whatever.”, I call in between.

My correction gets ignored.

What nice people!

Black-red-haired goth turns to me saying: “Yeah, tell you what, New Girl. Get the right clothes and some cigarettes and coffee and then talk to us again.”

“Yeah, if you wanna prove you aren't a conformist then you need to look exactly like we do.”, agrees Boss Goth. “Then MAYBE we'll consider hanging out with you.”

Do I even have another choice?

Then it’s time to turn Goth.

I rejoin my princess, who had waited at the little fence door for me, and call over my back to the Goths: “I will be back.”

“Coffee, cigarettes, and some goth clothes.”, repeats Princess Kenny, what I told her what I need to show the Goth kids I’m not a conformist. “Well coffee, we could get from Tweek Bro’s, and the clothes, there is an old hobo by U-Store-It who sells some. Cigarettes could be a problem. We might need to steal them from someone.”

I snort and squeeze her hand.

“I pretty much ransacked any house here, a pack of cig’s I didn’t find.”

She hums thoughtfully.

“I don’t like to say it.”, she starts with a frown. “But I know the six graders smoke, we could get the cigarettes from them.”

“By asking?”

“I think, we need to beat them up.”

“This quest is already a headache.”

We both sign.

I lead Kenny to my house. She gives me a couries look.

“I’m not drinking any of the drug coffee of Tweek Bro’s.”, I explain. “I think we have some really dark coffee.”

She nods in understanding and we enter my home. My princess looks around, while I lead her to the kitchen.

Funny, Mamma is currently drinking a cup of coffee.

“Hey my princess, what are you doing here?”, she ask. “And who is your little girlfriend.”

“Hey Mamma, that’s Princess Kenny the fairest maiden in all the kingdom.”, I present her.

Cutely Kenny curtesy before Mamma, which makes her coo.

“Aww, what a cute Princess you are.”

Kenny mumbled a thank you.

“I grave some coffee, Mamma. Do we have some extra dark?”, I ask her.

Mamma hums. She puts down her own coffee and searches the shelves for it.

“I think your Papa brought some…”, she trails off as she finds the package. “N.K., this is really potent I will make you only a little thermos and no more coffee for the day, understood?”

I sign but accept Mamma’s condition.

Not like we have another way to get extra dark coffee as I said I wouldn’t buy anything from Tweek Bro’s.

After Mamma heads me the thermos with the extra dark coffee, she hands Kenny and me some chocolate chip cookies as snacks.

We thank her and munching on the cookies we leave my house.

“Hey, there he is! New Kid!”

Outside are waiting for us four elves.

I protective stand before my Princess, sending them glares.

It’s weird that they aren’t attacking us.

“What do you elves want?”, I growl at them.

“New Kid, the Elf King has requested your presence.”, explains one of the elves. “You can either come quietly or you can fight. But I warn you, fighting this fight at this point in the game is a complete waste of time and you might as well skip it and just come with us.”

….Okay, this is surprising. Didn’t expect that. But…this could be worth it to get information on the elves.

“N.K.?”, whispers Princess Kenny worried.

I lick my lips and turn to her.

“Return to Kupa Keep my princess, I will see what the Elf King wants. Don’t worry about me.”

“Are you insane?!”, shouts Kenny at the same time as an elf say’s: “You chose wisely, New Kid. Come with us.”

The elf binds my arms behind my back. The four elves lead me away from Princess Kenny who is shouting my name.

I hope I made the right decision.

Some elf is playing the drum as another elf is leading me with a lance in my back through the Elven Kingdom.

I have to admit the Elven Kingdom looks 100000 times better than Kupa Keep.

It’s so beautiful here.

We stop before the throne and…all air leaves my lungs.

On the throne sits a handsome red-haired boy with forest green eyes wearing a red and golden robe with a branch crown over his green ushanka.

I turn embarrassingly red and feel hot.

No, no, no, no!

That’s not fair that my enemy is my type!

Damn, how I wish now to be wearing my beautiful Dark Magician Girl cosplay, to show what a pretty girl I am and not my Link cosplay who hides my gender.

Mostly.

The elf king frowns at me, damn even that looks good on him, and turns to his right side, where a warrior with a blue helmet, a green cloak, a brown sleeveless shirt, and some blue jeans stands.

They two whisper with each other, sending me looks, which turns me even more into a tomato.

What the heck are they talking about and what’s with these looks?

The drum finish playing.

All is still in the kingdom.

I only hear my own beating heart, as the Elf King speaks to me: “So... you're the new kid everyone is talking about. What's your name?”

Before I can answer, the elf with lance answers him: “He doesn't talk, Elf King, he thinks he's hot shit or something.”

The king and the blue helmet elf, I bet it’s his right-hand man, share a look.

They seem to understand each other without words.

I wonder what they are discussing.

“I can talk.”, I say loud and clear and give my captor the evil eye. “I just didn’t want to talk to you.”

Lance-elf sends back an evil look, while the other elven are all whispering and mumbling at each other.

I can’t quite catch what they see, only that the word feminine and female fall often.

Regally the Elf King raises a hand to make them all stop.

And I get weak knee seeing what power he commands. Not only is he hot looking, but no his subject also respects him so much that a simple raised hand is all he needs to make them stop talking.

The Elf King gets hotter by the minute and I just wanna turn into goo.

Urgh I can’t take it!

“Would you talk to me, New Kid?”, he asked me directly.

God, these green eyes will be the death of me. So determined and strong.

Since I can’t trust my voice, I nod simply.

Something like a little smile forms on his face.

Even that is so attractive!

Aaah!

“What’s your name?”

I gulp and hope I don’t stutter.

“I’m…Novella-Karin, but people call me mostly N.K.”

Suddenly all the elven freakout, only the king and his right-hand men stay calm.

“A girl!”

“The Wizard King lets a girl play with them?!”

“Of course, she is a girl, she is too pretty to be a boy!”

That and other things get yelled.

Nice to know that there are more people with brains.

“Excuse me.”, I raise my voice above all, which surprisingly makes the eleven shut up. “Wizard Man Titty’s doesn’t know I’m a girl, he thinks I’m a dude, would be really awesome if you all could keep it to yourself.”

The right-hand man snorts, and the Elf King smirks, fuck that’s hot, while the rest of the elven laugh.

“G-Good n-nickname for the W-Wizard King.”, tells me a familiar voice.

I can’t help but smile as I see the Bard walking up to us.

“Hello Mister Bard, nice to see you again.”, then embarrassed I add. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad yesterday.”

“D-Don’t w-worry, m-m-my lady. N-Nothing an l-l-level 10 Bard like me c-can’t h-handle. I’m Jimmy, b-by the way.”, he tells me.

I nod smiling.

That’s when the Elf King steps behind me and frees me from my binding. I shiver as I feel his warm hands on my pulse. How I wish they would me touch everywhere.

“Lady N.K.”, he formally whispers in my ear, and…goddammit whatever he wants from me, I will do it. I’m already putty in his hands. “I think we need to talk about some things.”

With that he gestures for me to follow him, his right-hand men and Bard Jimmy right behind us.

Time to finally find out what the handsome Elf King wants from me.

#southparkfanfiction #southpark #new kid sp #dovahkiin #stick of truth #SP FanFic: Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1 #douchbag #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #k2 #polyamarous

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greensparty · 3 months ago

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Movie Reviews: Beetlejuice Beetlejuice / Wise Guy: David Chase and The Sopranos

This week I got to review a narrative and a documentary, both highly anticipated!

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

There's been an alarming trend in recent years of sequels to movies that came out thirty-plus years ago. In some cases you have one that is so good it actually exceeds the original (Top Gun: Maverick), in others it isn't nearly as good as the original (Coming 2 America), and then you get something that is better than expected (A Christmas Story Christmas). Which brings us to the sequel to 1988's ghost comedy Beetlejuice. Following up his feature directorial debut Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure, Tim Burton made a wild LOL movie anchored by a crazy performance from Michael Keaton (who Burton reunited with on his Batman movies). It combined Burton’s trademark sense of macabre with an original story and visual comedy sprinkled throughout. Since the initial release, it became a bonafide cult film. There had been rumors of a sequel for years, but the closest we came was the animated TV series (1989-1991) and a Broadway musical. With Tim Burton returning and much of the original cast, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice opened this weekend.

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Lydia (Winona Ryder), the former goth teen, is now a host of paranormal TV show. A death in the family brings her together with her stepmother Delia (Catherine O'Hara) and her daughter Astrid (Jenna Ortega) in the quaint town of Winter River. Along for the ride is Rory (Justin Theroux), Lydia's boyfriend and producer. Some strange occurrences begin happening around Halloween that cause Beetlegeuse (Michael Keaton) to come back as well as his ex Delores (Monica Bellucci) and a ghost detective (Willem Dafoe).

The Beetlejuice action figure I had as a kid circa 1989

The genius in the original is that Burton was depicting the macabre, but not in a morbid disturbing way, more in a comedic and cartoonish approach. Keaton's performance only reinforced Burton's comedic approach. I am happy to say that same magic both Burton and Keaton had on the original is back here. It is way better than it has any right to be! I laughed out loud at more than a few parts and the sheer over-the-top in-your-face design of the original is done even more so here. In a lesser director's hands they would over-rely on CGI, but here it was mostly done in a similar way as the original. I've always been a fan of Burton since Pee-Wee's Big Adventure and even when the movie is bad, there's still an interesting aesthetic approach his films have. I attended his art exhibit at MoMA in 2010 and you can see his fingerprints are all over the Beetlejuice movies. I'm happy to say this is Burton's best movie since Big Fish. Maybe he's older and wiser as a director now, or maybe it took some time for the right screenplay to come along, but this is Burton firing on all cylinders. Oh - and it's one of the best Burton soundtracks yet.

For info on Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

4 out of 5 stars

Wise Guy: David Chase and The Sopranos

One of the great documentarians of our time is Alex Gibney. He won an Oscar for 2007's Taxi to the Dark Side, going deep into the War in Afghanistan. He's done a number of deep dives into a variety of topics including Hunter S. Thompson (Gonzo), Eliot Spitzer (Client 9), Julian Assange (We Steal Secrets), Rolling Stone magazine (Rolling Stone: Stories from the Edge), and the government's handling of the pandemic during the pandemic (Totally Under Control). But his most astonishing doc IMHO is Going Clear: Scientology & the Prison of Belief (I included it in my Best Documentaries of the 2010s). No investigation into the controversial and secretive religion of scientology has gotten this in-depth prior or since. For a while there it seemed like Gibney was knocking out a new doc each week, he has been that prolific. Now Gibney, a longtime NJ resident, is turning his attention to a famous NJ creator David Chase and more specifically his magnum opus The Sopranos (HBO 1999-2007). The crime series looked at NJ mob boss Tony Soprano juggling his mafia with this family and his own anxieties which send him to see a therapist. It was so well written with such rich characters. Every episode was like it’s own movie setting you up for the next chapter. It also was a breakthrough series about an anti-hero and paved the way for shows like Breaking Bad. After it ended in 2007 there was a serious void in television. Many critics have not only called it the greatest TV show of all time, but the greatest pop culture event of all time. I got into the series circa 1999 / 2000 as it was becoming the water cooler TV show of its time. Since it was on HBO it didn't shy away from sex or violence and it was also a crime series where pop culture existed and characters discussed The Godfather and Goodfellas.

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Premiering on HBO, the home of The Sopranos, the 2-part documentary mini-series Wise Guy: David Chase and The Sopranos goes deep into both the series and the creator himself. On a soundstage, Gibney sits down with Chase on set that's a replica of Dr. Melfi's office where Tony Soprano worked through many an issue over the years. The metaphor for doctor-patient and documentarian-subject is anything but subtle, but it works as both a metaphor and a structural device. Chase tells his story in his own words and it is intercut with Sopranos clips, behind the scenes footage, and various cast / crew interviews. There's a lot of Chase talking about himself, growing up in NJ, getting into film, his career in television and then it goes deep into the series itself. They use a great deal of archival interviews with the late great James Gandolfini, who died in 2013.

2001 Rolling Stone cover featuring Chase and the cast

As a fan of The Sopranos, I completely devoured this doc. To hear Chase and the cast give us insider Baseball anecdotes about what they did, how, and why is something I could watch all day! It needs to be stressed that the emphasis is clearly on The Sopranos. We get a little of Chase's background but it would've been nice to go a little deeper in some of his other shows (he won Emmy Awards for more than just Sopranos) and it only briefly addresses the highly underrated 2012 film Not Fade Away, which marked Chase's feature film directorial debut. They also didn't even mention the prequel film The Many Saints of Newark (my #3 Movie of 2021) that Chase wrote and produced. It also would've been interesting to see if he had any future TV or film plans at age 79. I guess it is sort of a compliment that for a 2-part doc series, I wanted a little more, but maybe that's me as a fan talking more than as a critic of this doc itself. But let's toast to Gibney giving Chase the doc treatment he deserves!

For info on Wise Guy: David Chase and The Sopranos

4.5 out of 5 stars

#movie reviews #beetlejuice beetlejuice #tim burton #beetlejuice #wise guy: david chase and the sopranos #alex gibney #david chase #the sopranos #documentary #film geek

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africanotaku92 · 4 years ago

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Schrodinger's Boy

I missed Phan Phic Phight but now I'm here for Dannymay! Not really going along with the prompts, just wanted to write something for the month.

I dedicate this to @five-rivers because i love their stuff so much!

Please, enjoy!

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Schrödinger’s Boy

It was dead when she saw it.

Oh so very dead, but walking. Talking. Living.

That really doesn’t make sense, so let’s start from the beginning;

Nelia Ugochi d’Bandinello was not a normal child. Ever since she was young, she could see death. And no, not like the walking skeleton clad in black robes and a scythe most people assume, but real death; the dead, the dying, the undead, all. No one, not even her closest family members knew, and she intended to keep it that way. As long as she kept to her own and didn’t cross the line for the rules, she was safe.

Ever since her family moved to this country, she knew the small, sleepy town was a little dead. The essence was in every nook and cranny, even the air had a thin yet distinctive layer of it. Nothing she couldn’t handle.

That is, until now.

The air’s death suddenly sharpened the moment before it walked in.

At first glance, it looked like a boy. A cute boy in fact. Short compared to her tall. Pale skin in contrast to her deep dark, straight black hair opposed to curly blond. Baby blue opposing forest green. But then, the closer she looked, the more she noticed what was off. Skin was a little too pale to be considered healthy, and became slightly transparent as she saw more. Hair was wispy and floaty, almost defying gravity, almost flowing like it was under water as its head bounced. Eyes a bit more, sunken, a bit more tired. Worst of all, its heartbeat sounded so, so slow.

And now, it was sitting two tables across from her.

She swallowed the milkshake that threatened to spill out of her mouth. She tried to turn back to her food, tried to ignore its presence. But she kept glancing its way, turning back to the most terrifying yet fascinating creature she had ever seen.

And she just. Kept. Staring.

One of its cohorts – the black one with glasses – pointed at her direction, and it suddenly looked over. Their eyes made contact. She gasped and looked away.

‘Such haunting eyes.’ She thought.

“Nelia? What’s wrong?” She looked up to see her brother Irnerio, who had previously been trying to unhinge his jaw to fit an absolutely massive burger, was now looking at her in concern.

“Nothing.” She forced out. She glanced back at them. Her brother’s concerned face was already contorting into a smug grin.

“Oh? Falling in love already?” He chuckled “It’s the pale boy, right?” Her cheeks heated. Definitely not what was happening.

“Shut up.”

“Well, you did say that one of the advantages of moving was ‘Date cute Americans’. Though I must say, I always thought that the goth girl would be more your type. You could both indulge in your weird fascination with death.”

She hit her brother in the ribs.

“Stolto*.” She hissed. “I said shut up.”

Her brother laughed.

***

“Dude, the new girl is totally checking you out.”

Danny swallowed his bite of a burger. “What?”

He, Sam and Tucker had gone to Nasty Burger for lunch that Saturday, and had noticed the two newest additions to the town residence. The girl had been looking at them ever since they walked in.

“She’s probably not into me. Probably looking at Sam. They look foreign, so for all we know, she may be their first goth.”

“An honour I am willing to have with pride.”

“She’s looking over here right now!”

Danny turned to where Tucker was pointing and sure enough, she was looking at them. They made eye contact, and hers widened and she looked away.

“See? Totally into you.” Danny rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Tuck.” He continued eating his burger. But somehow, he couldn’t shake the stare off of him. As if she was looking past his flesh and staring at the very ghost that made his soul.

He shivered at the thought.

***

Oh God above, it went to her school.

The creepy thing goes to her school.

She wondered how it got into her school. She wondered why, of all things, it had to attend as a student.

Mondays where truly the worst days of the week.

She had learned the creatures name was Danny Fenton, official school weirdo, son of the two most successful ghost hunters (oh the irony), and all-round loser she shouldn’t interact with (according to the Mexican girl that approached her). She didn’t really care though, as much as she was weary, she still wanted to know what it was. And she was determined to find out.

The bell rang, pulling her out of her thoughts. She sighed and pulled her books from her locker. She didn’t want to be late.

***

Hours later, school was long over, and Nelia was busy at work in the kitchen, kneading dough for her second batch of strawberry calzones, the first already in the oven. Her mother stood at in front of the doorway, watching her.

“That’s a lot of dessert calzones for 4 people.”

She finished kneading and started rolling out the dough. “Oh no, ours are part of the last batch. Most of these are offerings.” She turned to her mother. “I’m going to the Cemetery after dinner. To pay some respects.”

Her mother sighed. There was no talking her out of this. Every time they go someplace new, she always paid her respects at a local gravesite. She stopped trying to prevent her a long time ago.

“Well, just be back before midnight. But in the meantime, let me help you close the ones you’ve already filled. We could talk, use some mother daughter bonding time.” She smiled and nodded at her mum, handing her a spare apron. She gladly took it and set to work beside her daughter.

“Have you heard? There’s a story I heard. They say this town has some kind of ghost hero…”

***

It was late in the evening, and she had paid her respects at the last grave when she saw him.

And he was oh so very much Alive.

Silver white hair adorned his head like a glowing crown. Striking, electric green eyes, a black jumpsuit with white boots and gloves. Veins, across his skin, visible with the implication of pure green death flowing in them, the sound of each breath he takes. A pulsating buzz emitting from his chest, almost sounding like a beating heart. These where the features of Amity Park’s local hero and (dead) celebrity, Danny Phantom.

And he had just landed in front of her.

“Um, are you ok? It’s pretty late out.”

She blinked at first, startled to hear him talk, but composed herself enough to speak.

“Ah, yes I’m fine. Just, paying my respects.” She gestured to the grave and the basket of food.

“Oh, really? That’s nice of you! Apart from family, hardly anyone pays respect these days.”

“Yes, it’s something I try to do everywhere I go. Speaking of respect, where’s yours?”

Danny blinked. “My what?”.

“Your grave. I have to pay my respects to you. This is the only cemetery in town, but I didn’t see your grave.”

Danny froze in shock. He hadn’t really thought about it.

“Oh. I kind of, uhm, don’t have one?” Because I’m not really dead.

It was Nelia’s turn to be shocked. And then she was angry. Was this town really so ungrateful that they didn’t have a grave for their hero? That wouldn’t do.

“Where do you want one?”

“What?”

“Where would you want your grave? I’m going to make you one.”

Danny’s eyes widened.

“Your… going to make a grave for me?” “Of course? It’s only common decency, a basic right to the dead. I might not have your body, but if I have a photo to at least mark your image, it would do.”

Danny was stunned by this gesture. No one had offered him a grave before. So, he told her about his ideal spot.

Weeks later, in a secluded spot in the woods, he stands with her above a freshly dug grave, underneath a willow tree, facing directly at the night sky marked with a picture of him in his ghost form. She drops a plate of calzones and lights some lavender incense. She pays her respects and stands back letting him trace over the picture and admire the grave. It’s not the best grave, but it’s also the only one he’s received. He couldn’t help it, as a few tears dripped from his eyes. It was a sweet gift.

He turns to her, clasps his hand in hers. He manages to choke out between tears.

“Thank you.”

She stares back at him. This action, it’s so… human. She senses familiarity, like she could almost imagine him when he was alive……

Oh.

The connection between the dead boy and alive ghost hits her like a train, all the similarities adding up. She smiles at him.

“It’s your grave. You should bring your friends to see it.”

His eyes widen in panic, wondering how she found out. She shakes her head.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

He relaxes and nods, let’s go of her hands and they stare back at his very own grave. Sam and Tucker are going to flip when they see it.

That night, she’s back in her room, wide awake, thinking of everything that happened. His hands were cold, but not like death cold. Like he had stuck his hands in the freezer. His tears were so real.

This boy, who was dead yet alive. Walking perfectly on the line between life and death, tittering to neither side.

Schrödinger’s boy indeed.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dannymay2021 #dp #long reads #i'm sorry i had to resort to google translae #even if it was just one word #i was gonna write more but i finished this at 1 am

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lepacy-of-the-sims-1 · 2 years ago

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Round 0 - Goths

Surprising rise

Everything's perfect in the Goths' household. This family has eyes all over the neighbourhood they live in, and they hold their image. In fact, Bella Goth, the icon and the matriarch of the house, has been thinking of creating a brand of sorts with their name attached. To increase their family budget and, perhaps, attract more residents to their yet small town. But she doesn't quite know what exactly to do with that idea yet.

Her other relatives, on the other hand, are still keeping to themselves mostly.

- Mortimer, my darling. - Bella mentioned one day during their family meal. - Are you sure you'd like to pursue a career such as... you know... being a test subject for unsafe experiments?

I'm sure there are many things you could do perfectly (and way better than a measly slave, that is) out there. We're the Goths after all.

- Oh, Bella, but that is my passion! - Mortimer countered his wife. - And, quite contrary to your descriptions here, I am not a "test subject". Not anymore. My new workplace found a great potential in me, and I'm rising in ranks fast ahead. Our team is actually focusing on a field research we have.

- Does it mean you're starting to study fishy-fish, daddy? - little Cassandra chimed in. She adores the new aquarium they have in the living room, bought just recently, so much that she almost started thinking about extra biology classes for the future.

- Oh no, my cutest Cass, no. Daddy's working on a secret project. You know, secrets are to be kept! - and he winks and her daugher, whose eyes now sparkle with a great interest and pure childish fun.

Bella frowns. She did not expect that to happen. Not at all and especially... not now.

- Could you, perhaps, discuss your new job with my brother then? Michael is coming home soon from his own science endeavours. He was majoring in sciences, as you remember, and has a lot of relevant connections. Maybe he could be of help.

- That is such a great idea, my love! Just let me know as soon as he arrives.

#sims 1 #sims challenge #bella goth #goth #mortimer goth #cassandra goth

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issela-santina · 3 years ago

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a Filipino girl's random thoughts re the Josh dela Cruz era of Blue's Clues, so far

NOTE: I will continually come back to edit this post because if I just reblog this to enter new thoughts, you won't get the whole thing.

Josh is brown as heck and whenever I look at it, he puts Filipino mass media networks to shame. We're used to seeing Western-pretty light-skinned people more often than not; if you're Filipino and you have one white parent and glowed up abroad, Filipinos would flock to you easily. Josh was Dubai-born and grew up in NJ yeah but still, seeing a brown-skinned, full-blooded Filipino on that screen, especially getting to know that Steve, Angela, &al picked Josh for his energy instead of his race, was refreshing to say the least.

Josh came in and told everyone at his audition that he's 5'10" (sorry @ everyone who was misinformed that he was 5'5"). In case you're curious, our word for describing tall people is "matangkad". I'm 5'1" so in my POV, matangkad si Steve. Mas matangkad si Josh. Pinakamatangkad si Joe. You get the idea.

I asked about the pineapple bibingka when resident lola/granny Carolyn Fe posted about her BC&Y! rep on FB's Subtle Asian Traits group. The responses were sparse but they have admitted they like their bibingka with mango or peach as well. It's not the first time I've heard of fruit bibingka since at least in fiction there's Deuce Bigalow's white dad who admitted that he loved the Filipino mom's raspberry bibingka. The reason I'm curious is because where I live, bibingka toppings are savory like salted egg or cheese. Moreover, I'm used to watching people bake it in clay pots over a fire around Christmastime. Masarap talaga, promise.

WHEN JOE SAID YUM OVER THAT BIBINGKA PRESENT MY BRAIN CHEMICALS EXPLODED. THAT'S IT. THAT'S WHY MY BLOG HAS BEEN FLOODED WITH DONOVAN PATTON MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE.

Carolyn greeted me on my 25th this year on Twitter with a link to the bilingual Happy Birthday video and it's the best thing that happened on that day. She might also influence my singing. Who knows. But I want to cover her when I have the energy. (Check out Carolyn Fe Blues Collective!!)

The way Josh looks, he looks like the grown-up version of a children's book character I used to pick off a university press or book fair shelf and then secretly read. I forgot the author(s) or the character's first name but the character's last name was Dacanay. He lived a provincial/small-town life somewhere in Pangasinan(?) and dreamed not high, but deeply.

Josh's superpower is making a guitar suddenly appear whenEVER he needs it. Fully strung and well-tuned. As a musician, sana all.

Josh-wolf from the Halloween specials haunts me so much because we have the aswang, aka this giant snowballed convolution of concepts all of which cannot just be encompassed by translations like werewolf or vampire. Fan fiction based on this would kill me.

Blue's looks in the original were nice but the reboot looks are my kind of cute. She's fuzzy. I could pet her and Magenta all day.

Steve's episodes have been the ones I look out for with the most hype. Not only his appearances as a character but also when he writes, directs, and produces. I kinda want one where he leaves clues himself.

I read from an interview with Josh that Joe/Donovan is writing and directing BC&Y! stuff too, and I'm anticipating what he brings to the table in that department. After trolling us into playing Joe's Clues and making us guess a mystery present, I think he'd make a wicked gamemaster.

Joe and Josh need to have a skidoo adventure together. Please.

Considering that someone tweeted about Blue's Clues crossing into gothic horror territory after introducing Joe (who also eventually embraced his inner kidcore goth by wearing purple as standard), the tradition continues with Josh: dressing up as a beholder at one point like the previous two hosts and as a wolf multiple times, able to conjure an instrument out of nowhere, and of course, his skidoos emit spirals like it's happening in a Junji Itō storyworld.

Steve and Joe wear their colors brighter now compared to their original series wardrobes. Josh is as blue as the early morning twilight sky.

There's a ghost in the living room because the resident who, as a child, summoned an unworldly hound out of a book one cold winter's night had said so. What else can Steve do?

It's really nice that retail workers get some representation with Joe but my gosh having a tall hot pallid middle-aged kidcore goth with cheekbones that can cut through glass suddenly appear every few episodes to give a side quest makes me weak. I would adjust my spending habits just to see him more often. (Editing to realize that there's been a song written of this kind of sentiment back in 1993.)

Trader Joe's. HAS NO ONE NOTICED—

Headcanons: Marlee goes to Joe's present store to buy gifts on occasions. Joe barely has time to himself because of the shifts but when he does give himself a break he wants to sit in the library and read. Steve frequents a small restaurant that Miranda runs; after a long day at work the two sometimes take the opportunity to talk about life and their dogs.

I'm hoping more cultural holidays get a deep dive the way Chanukah got it with “Festival of Lights”. Start with Kwanzaa since I remember it getting touched upon back in the old series.

When did I crush hardest on Josh? The moment he operatically got an email.

He hears a strange whirring sound, and proceed to find clothes strewn all over the bedroom. Song Man realizes that he forgot that he's doing the laundry. After playing Blue's Clues. He hears a strange whirring sound.

Josh's handy dandy notebook is a writer's/artist's wildest dream. It's as thick as a fricking novella. And the smartphone on the back cover? Warms your pages. I don't know if you like that but I do. Having Steve and Joe on speed dial is a bonus.

Can't say if this era's takes on the old tunes are better because the beat breaking the flow before the last words of the line gives those last words more emphasis: a redeeming factor since the flow is jagged and syncopated compared to the old version which more easily follows the beat. Yes I am a nerd.

„Isang Araw Kasama Si Plum“ („Un Día con Plum“ pero Tagalog imbes na Español)? Pwede ba?

The amount of eye bag on the boys but especially Josh is a mood in and of itself.

DONOVAN PATTON × CAROLYN FE COLLAB WHEN?

“I'd go anywhere with you!” Josh, I'm a homebody, pero sige.

So does Blue have her own handy dandy notebook or does she borrow it from Josh just for the song?

I'm kinda here for the fact that this school canonically managed to employ 2 different teachers named Marigold.

“My favorite part of school is snack time.” BRUH.

Drinking game: take a sip for every rainbow you see in this franchise.

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sushireads · 5 years ago

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yoongi fic recs

this is a list of yoongi fics i’ve read and loved very much! enjoy. <3

ps. all fics with 🍙 are the ones i loved a little bit more.

“Where’s my kiss?” by @mintseesaw

fluff | drabble | 1.6K words

A Wish Out of Water by @jimlingss

🍙, fluff, humor, fantasy | two shots

A genie could solve all your problems. Though you wouldn’t even know exactly what to ask for - money, a warmer house, a better job, a better life? But Min Yoongi is no ordinary genie. He’s here to make your life a living hell. Too bad it was hell to begin with.

GENIE au

All I Want for Christmas by @hayjeon

🍙 | one shot | 13K words

CEO, CHRISTMAS, SECRETARY, SINGLE DAD au

an out of bounds umbrella by @yoonsgiggle

fluff | one shot | 10.2K words

you’re apologetic about almost blinding your university’s star point guard with the broken tip of your umbrella until you share a class with him and find out he’s a three star recruit but a four star dick or min yoongi doesn’t find your high school musical puns amusing.

BASKETBALL PLAYER, COLLEGE, ENEMIES TO LOVERS au

aquiver by @floralseokjin

🍙, fluff, angst, smut | series

Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

IDOL au

bad boys bring it to you by @yuengi

smut | one shot | 7.1K words

TATTOO ARTIST au

Black & White by @akinnie75

🍙, fluff, angst | one shot | 24.7K words

You finally confessed to Yoongi after he asked if you like him. His response is to give you a contract to sign. However, you soon realize that Yoongi manufactured your emotions and manipulated you to like him all for the sake of his senior project.

SLOW BURN au

Blackthorn Manor by @kpopfanfictrash

one shot | 7.5K words

After becoming the assistant of professional recluse Min Yoongi, you begin to notice strange things. Noises which shouldn’t take place, shadows which shouldn’t move like they do. You’re almost convinced that you’re crazy - until something happens, something unbelievable to make you realize you’re not.

GOTH au

Blow by @inkofyoongi

smut, fluff | one shot | 5.5K words

Yoongi loves you, even if he’s never said it… but gestures sometimes speak louder than words.

BOYFRIEND au

budapest by @junghelioseok

smut | one shot | 11.1K words

over many years and across several dozen cities, you fell in love.

SECRET AGENT au

Clair De Lune by @yoonia

smut | one shot | 23K words

You were ready to leave a part of your life to move on to the next, and he is willing to give you a chance to end it glamorously. But at what cost? And will he be a part of the life you are leaving behind or will he be there for the next part of it?

—part of @bangtansmutcentral‘s In The Mood Project

ESCORT, MUSICIAN au

Cut Me Open by @hayjeon

angst, smut, fluff | two shots

—a spin-off from Cardio Palpitations

MARRIED COUPLE, SURGEON au

dancing with the devil by @minnpd

smut | one shot | 6.8K words

Easy Rebound by @ditzymax

smut, angst | one shot | 6.5K words

Yoongi is one of the star players on the college basketball team. You are the head of the cheerleading squad. The pair of you would make the most beautiful (if most cliché) couple on campus, except neither of you have ever wanted anything more than the frequent, casual fuck. Yet somehow Yoongi finds his emotions straying towards dangerous territory.

BASKETBALL PLAYER, CHEERLEADER, COLLEGE au

ego: hoe chronicles by @suga-kookiemonster

smut | one shot | 7.2K words

he was messing with you again. he was messing with you, trying to get a reaction out of you simply for his own amusement. but you refused to give it to him—refused to give him the satisfaction of playing right into his hands.

—an alternate universe of ego

COLLEGE, FRAT BOY, FUCK BOY au

eight by @cupofteaguk

🍙, fluff | one shot | 5K words

or, Eight times Min Yoongi tells you he loves you

IDOL au

First-Date BAIT! by @jimlingss

fluff | two shots

First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. I’ve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what it’s like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both don’t have to waste our time anymore!

With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. It’s amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! That’s how I ended up meeting my husband!

First Date Bait.

Why waste your time with awkward first dates?

—part of the Service Series

Hades by @littlemisskookie

horror, smut, angst, fantasy | one shot | 9.4K words

You meet a rather dreamy- albeit annoying, new kid who sweeps you off your feet. Too bad it’s in the middle of a series of murders around town.

GREEK GOD au

heavy sugar by @kinktae

smut | one shot | 8K words

The Roaring Twenties were a time of great economic wealth and social change. But beneath the jazz music and colorful speakeasies were mafia led organized crimes and bloodstained cash. You knew this well, but try as you might, you just couldn’t ignore the dark and enigmatic gangster whose eyes lingered on you from across the room.

—part of the rewind series

1920s, GANGSTER, FLAPPER, MAFIA au

i’m not your daddy by @scriptaed

🍙, fluff | one shot | 2.5K words

learning that his daughter no longer wishes to wed him but rather his now-arch-enemy jungkook marks the most soul-crushing day your husband has ever had to endure. no one, and he means no one, is more deserving of his angel than daddy min himself, and he’s willing to do anything to earn his daughter’s heart back.

DAD, PARENT au

Ink Nemesis by @scriptaed

🍙, angst, fluff | series

As an aspiring writer drowning under the public’s radar, a click of the pen is all you need to accept your supervisor’s offer to co-write an article for the SS - Secrets Spilled, a regular section of your company’s weekly tabloid; but fabricated stories and invasive details aren’t all that you write when you discover Min Yoongi’s dirty little secret.

FAKE DATING, IDOL, PAPARAZZI au

La Douleur Exquise by @cinnaminsvga

ON-GOING | fluff, angst, smut, fantasy | series

in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

INCUBUS au

Melody companion by @prisczero

fluff | one shot | 3.6K words

“A soulmate story where Yoongi can hear everything that you listen to, but only if it is music.’’

IDOL, SOULMATE au

Miss Dial by @versigny

ON-GOING | 🍙, smut | series

[11:31] You: okay so i’m texting you now like I promised instead of drunktexting yoongi and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. Arent you proud?

[11:32] unknown number: this is yoongi, hi

FRAT au

Mixtape by @jungblue

🍙, smut, fluff, humor | one shot | 15.6K words

Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting.

COLLEGE, PODCAST PERSONALITY au

Next Door by @personasintro

smut, fluff | one shot | 10.3K words

Your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, NEIGHBOURS au

petals by @yoonia

🍙, fluff | series

IDOL, PARENT au

see you soon by @cupofteaguk

fluff, angst | one shot | 7K words

In which you live in a world where one stroke of a pen against your skin is a signage of forever, and Min Yoongi just has really good timing

SOULMATE au

She’s Testosterone by @jimlingss

🍙, crack, smut | series

Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji?

YOONJI au

so i heard you like bad boys by @scriptaed

fluff | one shot | 4.7K words

while others see min yoongi as the resident heartthrob of the school - quiet, resilient, and mysterious - you can’t see him as anything other than your dorky best friend since childhood; but what you don’t know is his long desire to be anything but that, even if it means becoming the bad boy in town… or at least try to.

COLLEGE, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au

stay high by @personasintro

smut, angst | one shot | 16.5K words

You’ve to stay high to keep your ex out off your mind when he comes back into your life.

EXES au

Studio cuddle by @mintseesaw

fluff | drabble | 1.8K words

Tired from work, you went straight to Genius Lab in the hopes of being able to cuddle with Yoongi. You did not hesitate to press the passcode of his studio, knowing he might get pissed off for interrupting him from his work.

IDOL, PRODUCER au

Sweeter than Sweet by @gimmesumsuga

fluff, smut, angst | series

“You never would have expected someone like Park Jimin to notice you. As handsome and beguiling as he is deadly, you’re enthralled from the very moment you meet. Addicted to his kiss and his bite, Jimin opens up your eyes to a whole new world of love, lust and seduction.”

VAMPIRE au

the blue coat and cerruti 1881 (a flash fire) by @yuhdongsaeng

angst, fluff, smut | two shots

that’s the thing about flash fires. they’re intense outbursts of flames that reach their maximum heat quickly and don’t last a long time. hell, they don’t even get to fade before they cease to exist. however, flash fires may be intense and short, but the floor beneath them is ruined forever.

IDOL au

The Truth Between Us by @jimlingss & @gukyi

🍙🍙🍙, fluff, angst, fantasy | series

a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS and loads more aus— just stop what you’re doing and read this masterpiece!

want a taste by @suga-kookiemonster

smut, humor | one shot | 18.3K words

pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong.

—part of the you never shop alone collaboration

FRIENDS TO LOVERS, SHOPPING MALL au

what you did last summer by @winetae

smut | one shot | 33.8K words

Yoongi was fine with a lot of things—you maxing out his credit cards to buy ridiculously expensive items of clothing that you never wore more than once, you taking out his newest ride for a spin without permission, you spending an extra thirty minutes on your hair and makeup when he was running late for a dinner function.

What he was not okay with, however, was you sharing your pussy with barely-out-of-college boys who were incapable of going five seconds without creaming their pants.

No, that was where he drew the line.

↳ alternatively titled; How to Get Dick - an autobiography written by (you)

TROPHY WIFE au

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