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Hello, random anon here who really really loves your posts and who has been so very inspired by all these incredible bouncing thoughts! One thing that's lingered on my mind after reading everyoneās incredibly rich analyses is the idea of Nol and Shin-ae finally meeting on common ground; to meet face-to-face without barriers of blindness. I think itās purposeful that in both of their most recent interactions, itās the imbalance between them that ultimately forces Shin-ae and Nol apart: During their dance, Nol literally blinds himself, and of course literally it is to hide his tears, but it also subtextually indicates how he has to impair himself to be at her levelābecause how could he say her pure, radiant joy without romantic connotations? And then of course, Shin-ae is literally blinded by her inability to understand both Nolās and her own feelings, and we see just how painfully uneven their conversation is as a result! Like you put it, theyāre reading from different pages in a bookāor maybe more aptly, theyāre reading from the same book but only Nol knows the translation and Shin-aeās just looking at the pictures? Iām so sorry that analogy is so convoluted but hopefully makes a little senseā¦
And honestly, on that basis, Iām really glad Nol didnāt confess, because how unfair would that be to Shin-ae? Her conflicting feelings about Dieter aside, it would be like teaching someone to read by pointing at the words and yelling at them to match the sounds to the letters instead of letting them understand what the characters meant firstāit puts her in such a passive, reactive position because they wouldnāt actually be communicating; heād more just be imposing onto her. Instead, now Shin-ae can have time to recalibrate, sleep (my poor girl needs some sleep lol) and figure things out for herself. I think itās fitting that by the end of the resolution of this arc, it will be on Shin-aeās shoulders to be active, to make that move, because sheās been so heavily disadvantaged since Nol realized his feelings, since her entire perception of him has been uprooted and sheās had to redefine everything for herself (my poor girl really really needs some sleep :āDD). Because Shin-ae comprehending the gravity of her feelingsāwhy she reaches out time and time again, constantly grasping for him despite her past history of betrayal, despite how volatile and unsteady he isāgives her autonomy to choose him and know what that choice means. She needs to be the one to determine the course forward for both of their sakes!
On that noteā¦ oh boy. I think one of the things I really admire about Stalkyoo as a pairing is how just in-synch that they end up in multiple moments. Theyāre soulmates in every sense of the word because if nothing else, theyāre drawn to each other on the basis of their shared thoughts and feelings. My favorite detail that really emphasizes this synchronization is the shared speech bubblesāsomething that a viewer would probably miss on first read, but shows just how in-tune they are to each other, how they reflect two sides of the same coin. More so, they showcase the moments where theyāre most synchronous, operating at the same rhythmāand in both cases where they show up, the interaction is just effortless. And lookā¦ I might be very delusional but Iām really hoping that this regaining of at least somewhat more even ground could lead to something like that again. We already saw a glimpse of it during their danceāeven Shin-ae commented on it!ābut at the same time that divide still existed, and I think you could definitely point out that Nol was definitely taking the reins due to it. The knowledge of both their feelings, the sudden, entire change in their dynamic as the weight of everything falls onto their shoulders needs room to solidify and take root, but it could also lead to that wholly shared experienceāthe kind thatās just wholly theirs. And if the shared speech/thought bubbles make a re-entranceā¦ā¦. I actually donāt know I would just jjgeieghiegoo. For this arc in particularāheck, even these consecutive arcs where Nol and Shin-aeās dynamic has been thrown so utterly off-balance, where Shin-ae has been left grappling with so much to carry and come to terms with and yet it has done nothing but solidify how much she cares and loves him, how she will reach out in spite of itā¦ the hospital arc in general has literally been a moment of calm in comparison to the rest of it, where they can finally settle and Nol cannot run and it has somehow become a bed for literal forced introspection? Lmao????--I feel like a regaining of such a pivotal part of them and their shared feelings and synchronization is just kind of, thematically, the perfect place to end it off? And if Iām not being delusional and that actually is the case Iād be so so so excited for that because aghghghhhh I love this angst because the resolution and pay-off will be so so good and I canāt wait to see how this will take us there.
Oh anon I love you pls accept my confession I am sitting in my little office shouting YES YES YESSSSS at the ceiling AAAAHHHHHHHH you have such a good way of saying things that I'm about to pounce allll over!
The fact that both of them are blind in different ways is one of my FAVORITE things to come out of this episode (and I love that you put it far more succinctly than I could). The impairment because he CANNOT absolutely CANNOT be normal (platonic) about dancing with her lmao. Actually what really gets me about that moment is that when she brings up him leaving and breaks that dream moment and he starts crying, he could just as easily hide in the bathroom or something but he insists on having the dance anyway. He wants it, even if he's in this state, but yes, he has to hide it because honestly? Seeing that joy, that delight on her face? Would probably make him cry MORE. Would be so unbearable! In that moment he is dancing with her knowing how he feels, what he wants. Even crying, he probably wouldn't be able to hide those feelings UUGGGGHHHH excuse me while I HOWL about this oh my GOD
But, yes! Mutually blind and only Nol knows how to translate that page they're on! I love the idea that she's only seeing the pictures, she doesn't know how they go together she's missing the captions and the text. She's so busy trying to make sense of the pictures in the only way she knows how that she isn't taking in the necessary information to figure it out!
Also I LOVE how you put it - that it's like telling her the word instead of teaching her to read it herself! It's so important for Shinae to learn to navigate her feelings without being spoonfed or told what it means. She IS a bit socially stunted - not dramatically, but we know she lacks Nol's art for reading the room lol we know there's a lot she's never experienced before. How do you identify love when you don't really know what it looks or tastes like? How do you learn to define something so intense and grand as that? @poisonheart puts it SO WELL in showing how Nol compares to Minhyuk because this is all she has to compare it to. How can this be anything BUT friendship but caring? And that's just not it. It's not that it's NOT that - it's that it's a different form that she has to discover.
I think itās fitting that by the end of the resolution of this arc, it will be on Shin-aeās shoulders to be active, to make that move, because sheās been so heavily disadvantaged since Nol realized his feelings, since her entire perception of him has been uprooted and sheās had to redefine everything for herself
This is what I love SO MUCH about Nol not speaking his feelings yet. It's so easy to influence someone or impose your feelings without meaning to. When you think about it, even a confession is, to some degree, a burden; it's just that when it's received well it's not considered that way. Shinae felt that burden when she rejected Dieter, but she still felt it trying to navigate friendship with him - when he looked at her that way at the amusement park, when he talked about what he likes about her.
But especially because Nol is that person who feels like he is so unlovable - so dangerous, so monstrous, that his love will only end up hurting someone - to leave it to her to make that move, to consciously choose him knowing what it entails, how he feels about himself. To actually chase and hold on to him knowing WHY she's fighting so hard to keep him. She wants to see HIM - his face! She wanted to share that INCREDIBLY tender dance together and see each other. And when she finally sits back and realizes those feelings, when she can comprehend the gravity of her need to hold him close to keep him from leaving, when she can understand exactly what she actually fears about him throwing all of this away - god it will be SO good!!!!!!!
Because as much as Nol is scared - and we know he's SO scared - she will probably be, too. Such new, raw, overwhelming feelings, feeling something about someone that she has never really felt before - even if she's been feeling it all along!!!!! - would be SO scary. And it would be AWFUL to be put on the spot, confessed to and made to confront her own feelings before she's ready, before she knows them. Nol nudging her is THE best option - make her ruminate on why she cares, what he means to her.
Shinae being the one to address it, to choose to do anything about it, is what makes it so special. Even if it ultimately ends up that she can see she does, in fact, love him but it scares her so much but she still doesn't want to let him go. For Nol, who thinks he's so unlovable, to be unconditionally loved would be so LAKFJAFJKAFJAFJ ;A; /ROARS I don't have words!!!!!! lmao I cannot get over the significance of it being on her shoulders, of her being the one who induces resolution - because there's no way he's going to jail without this resolving. Even if she's afraid of her feelings, she will still find a way to face him, so that he doesn't leave without knowing.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm getting so ahead of myself and I just can't help it!!!!!
But yes yes there's something SO good about Shinae having that agency in a story where it's felt like she's had SO little agency. Even in her own relationship with Nol where he has tried to strip her and the boys of their agency! For her to be able to turn back around and say that she's made her decision? Oh I LOVE that for her! Maybe this is me out on my delusional limb but I feel like obviously Nol would not be pushing this way if he didn't want it, you know? Like, it's so easy to be like "This is Nol, though, he'll keep pushing her away" - but yeah, this is Nol and he doesn't half-ass like anything he does. That morning when he realized when she was out of the room that he was not responding to morphine but was, in fact, responding to Shinae? That he was finding comfort in Shinae?
When she returned with their friends and the sweetest birthday celebration, when she hastily pulled together a celebration for him when she pointedly made sure that he knew he was loved.
When she stayed by his side so insistent that she not sleep that she not let him slip through her fingers again that she keep herself awake so that she doesn't miss a remaining moment
When she got so shy and embarrassed about the gift she thought so lackluster but touched him right where he needed it, pulled together all those little moments and what they meant - really meant - to him.
He acted so decidedly! It wasn't a flippant little flirty flirty that just happens. It was him, seeing her for all that she means to him, seeing her as this person he feels so deeply about and acting on it.
SCREAMS LKAFKJAFKJFAJKFAJA anon i am DYING i'm trying oh my god i'm trying ;A;
That's the thing. Nol had decided. He knew and he knew what he wanted even when he inevitably pushed her away. You can tell that he didn't even WANT her to go that time - he's just so lost in his own fears and insecurities and yes that he could not bear to look at her during a moment like that when he feels like that - and the regret was INSTANT.
He had every opportunity to hide, to deny those feelings to squash them down. He, too, could have lied and denied what it is, that it means anything, but he knows and he knows Dieter knows and by telling Shinae to convince him - convince him it's only friendship, convince him it's not anything more, convince him this is normal platonic amounts of love and care - he was giving her that agency.
He wants her to tell him what he suspects - what his insecurities and fears won't let him believe. He wants her to be honest with herself and understand why she holds him so dearly, lifts him so high, why she puts up with everything he throws her way and still keeps trying.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH I TOLD YOU I CANNOT BE NORMAL THE HINGES ARE ALL THE WAY OFF I'M SO UNHINGED I AM DRUNK ON THEM ;___________;
God where was I?
And if the shared speech/thought bubbles make a re-entranceā¦ā¦. I actually donāt know I would just jjgeieghiegoo
I WILL ALFJKAFJKAFJ AFLKJAFKJFAJKAFKJJAFFJAKAF I don't even have words for it because I've already gone so feral that I cannot emphasize how MUCH the return of the thought bubbles will make me shed my humanity and become a wild, carnal creature howling in the woods.
I, TOO, LOVE THIS ABOUT THEM SO MUCH!!!!! The mirroring!!!! The reflection of how they both feel, the things they struggle with so much!!!!!!! The THOUGHT! OF SHARED THOUGHT BUBBLES ABOUT HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT EACH OTHER! WHAT THEY MEAN TO EACH OTHER. THE SHARED/MUTUAL FEAR OF LOSING THE OTHER AND HOW MUCH THEY MEAN OH MY GOD alfkjkajfjkafkjafjf
Nol and Shinae a mirror to each other - to their fears and insecurities and struggles BUT TO MIRROR THE GOOD THINGS, TOO. How fiercely they believe in each other, how much the other means to them, what they have done to help each other grow!!!!!!!!!!! Not even the same thing but thinking of that smile Nol wore when Shinae used his words to tell Dieter to stop beating himself up!!!!!!!!!! Using his words to become a kinder, more considerate version of herself (or rather, to be the version of herself she's always been but just down her walls). Even that time after the nuggie hands and the shared earbuds (HOW DID SHE SURVIVE THAT) when his words played over her mind that night GOD. I LOVE! THEM! Seeing something in each other because they've seen it in themselves! That is something I look so forward to about them synching up. There are always going to be times they fall out of sync - that is human nature. We stumble we miss a beat we miss a step - but being right there to help each other back up. The "I, too, have stumbled like this and I, too, will believe in you" and GOD aflkjafkjfjkajakjkafjkafjkafjaf
That's what just GETS to me about them so much!!!!!!!!! It's that, yes!!!!!!!! How good they are when they're in synch and what it does for them as people, how it helps them continue to grow and nurture each other as well as themselves ;_____; There is so much potential between them and I don't think they would be mirrored the way they are if it was all for naught. Nol can read Shinae so well because there's so much of himself in her. They share that same self-loathing!!!! The wanting to care but being afraid. Nol claimed he didn't want those relationships to mean anything - yet he still reached out. He still wanted to be a friend. Deep down he wanted to be proved wrong, that he, too, is loveable, that he, too, can bring goodness into the world even if he can't bring it to his own life I'M ANGUISHED
Shinae has that same determination and resolve to fight off help and to go at it alone, and that's why she knows she has to be persistent. Why, instead of feeling like maybe he's a lost cause and she should give up, she knows what he really needs is that persistence, and maybe a new angle.
And lmao isn't that the thing - she doesn't know it but she already has that angle!!!!!!!!! She can reach him in a different way, on a different plane. He wants her to!!!!!!!! Even though he tells himself no he's waiting for her to take that key and open the door!!!!! AAAUUGGGGHHHHHHHHH
i feel so much alfjafkajkf LMAO
Anon, when those shared thought bubbles return I'm running to you. I know you're an anon and I can't run TO you but pls! Heed my Stalkyoo signal when I banshee shriek into the night
But yes I totally agree! To me it feels like we CANNOT move the story forward without them on the same page again. That's what all of their discord is about, what their confrontation is about! I keep repeating this, but to lead into Nol off to prison with no resolution of their feelings is just as bad as if he'd not showed up at this party. In fact, it would undo all of that because what would if all mean if they left things unresolved, festering and becoming bitter and unpleasant.
Nol physically cannot run away - and there's a part of him that's becoming more resolved, I think. He kicked Shinae out, sure, but when he doesn't have to fight to get through to her? If she returns armed with the knowledge (WITH THE KEY TO THAT DOOR!!!!) If they can read the page together, understand it together, if they stand together in sync on the same page aware of everything between them?
GOD you're right. If not now, when?
IF NOT MEANT TO HAPPEN, WHY FIGHT NOW?
I can't take this. The next couple months will be EXCRUCIATING AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
#I Love Yoo#ILY FP#ILY Spoilers#ILY Brainrot#Stalkyoo#Shinae Yoo#Nolan Oliver T. Lochlainn#I become increasingly more unhinged with every anon i receive#at this point idk how much more unhinged i can become but then i find a new extreme#THE SHARED THOUGHT BUBBLES SHRIEKS#i will not survive their return oh my GOD#anon i love you you are everything#you have caused so much psychic damage and it's perfect#we are all on the same page here too re: them#THEMMMMMMMMMMMMM#and honestly Shinae's agency is a REALLY IMPORTANT part of this#and why it's so good that Nol didn't say his feelings#why he's leaving it for her to figure out at her own pace#so she can comprehend them without 'expectation' or imposition#so that she can be the one who makes a choice#GOD IT'S SO GOOD IT'S SO GOOD IT'S SO GOOD#i will NEVER shut up#i haven't shut up but i WILL NEVER STOP NOW
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An Offering [Asgard! Loki x Fem.Reader]
A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki's lack of carnal exploits have caused chaos in Asgard- and something must be done. (w/c 2.7k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Loki POV. Smut. Language. Ridiculous lore.
Lokiās eyes scanned the lines on the page, uncrossing his ankles before immediately crossing them again.
He was restless. His manhood twitched as he re-read words he had missed in one endless, sprawling sentence. An annal of the wars of Muselpheim. It was the least erotic tome in his personal collection. These days, it didnāt take much.
He cast a glance out the window, wondering what carnage his unspent power was causing at the present time. Had a ghostly tidal wave risen and washed out the harbour town? A curse which made food taste like ash? An unfamiliar steed trotting through the mountain villages with an insatiable appetite for the bemused inhabitants worldly goods?
Loki didnāt know. All he knew was that he didnāt want to see anyone.
It was humiliating. His motherās voice filled his ears against his will, the memory making his ears burn. You must copulate with someone Loki. Anyone; she had said calmly, her cheeks faintly pink. Chaos is building within you, if it is not released...naturally ā then your seidr will find a way to expel itself in other ways,ā
Loki shook his head, the familiar clench of embarrassment twisting in his stomach. A belch of smoke began twisting skyward in the distance from the market. It was green. He sighed, shutting the book on his lap and placing it to the side of the window-seat. If he concentrated, he could feel magic leaking from his pores like sweat. It bubbled through the air around him, the faint scent of tart spiced lemongrass following him around. Taunting him. Chaos.
And it would only get worse. āWhat am I to do with you?ā he mumbled, staring down at his crotch. It stirred in response.
āAh, yes, but you see, we want the same thing-ā he crooned, as if to a friend. Or indeed, a foe. āThe way they talk they would have me thrust you upon any diseased cretin from the alleys by the square.ā He looked out the arch, the heavy emerald smog beginning to settle over half of Asgard. āBut we are better than that,ā he muttered.
A low chorus of coughing had begun to rise and echo around the high towers of the citadel. Loki grimaced. āI do hope itās not poisonous,ā he mumbled to himself.
There was a knock at the door. āGodsā¦ā Loki sighed, letting his head fall back against the wall in frustration. Will they not let me alone.
It had become abundantly clear months ago that taking care of his sexual gratification by hand was not sufficient to quell the tide of magical energy coursing through his veins. Flesh, was what was required. A second heartbeat. An offering of the basest kind.
The instances of chaotic overspill had started small ā batches of grain turning to sand, mirrors losing their reflection in the palace; but as the need for release grew, so did his frustration.
There was a reason that his familiar bedfellows had fallen out of favour. He caused too much angst. Too much heartbreak, that much was clear. They were satisfied for a time, but tormented in their limbo for his affection. Or his title. But they could never be her. He could see it in their eyes, the realisation when they felt him leave their cooling beds. It was not their fault.
He could not have her. She did not know or care of his existence, not really. Not outside of his garishly rouged face on a mural. Loki was not interested in breaking hearts. Not anymore. Especially his own. And as time when on, and the leakages grew in strength ā people were afraid. There was that, too.
The knock came again. With an exasperated exhale, Loki rose. He crossed the room, smoothing his palms down the front of his tunic. Hooking one thumb in the low slung belt around his hips, he tried his best to look menacing as he opened the door. āWhat do you-ā
The frown of annoyance melted to confusion as he ran his gaze over the waiting form in stunned silence. A woman, her face dipped in a light curtsey. Soft tendrils of hair fell around her collarbone like a nymph. āYour highness.ā she spoke, keeping her head down. Loki tilted his head. How curious, he pondered as he reached out and gently tipped the womanās chin up. His breath hitched at the unexpected sultry darkness of her eyes. Familiar. Impossible. āWhat are you doing here?ā he murmured warily, casting a glance around the otherwise empty corridor. āDonāt you know it is dangerous to-ā āMay I come in, your highness?ā she said softly. Loki frowned at the audacity of her interruption. But there was no hint of fear in her lilt, which he respected ā and so the god found himself stepping aside.
The hem of her gown rustled on the stone floor, sweeping in a grand circle as she turned to face him. It was cream, the fastening at her bosom which ran down the centre of its length trimmed in the same dark green as the thick smoke currently blocking out the sun. Loki shivered.
āIt has been decided that I am to be an offering,ā she said haughtily. Her chin was held high, a beacon of poise and cold elegance. Norns, how Loki wanted to ruin her.
But he wouldn't. He shouldn't. Not her.
He stared back in slack-jawed disbelief, before bursting into laughter. He could feel his stomach clench, the peals of mirth taking a greater hold than the situation deserved. But it had been a while since Loki had laughed, among other things.
āMy a-a-apologies,ā he gasped, extending a hand to pat down her tangible offence. The ladyās arms had folded, a waft of malice washing over the god like a current. He collected himself, smoothing his hair as she looked on. āItās not you, you areā¦ā he looked the woman up and down, ālovely. Truly. I just...did not expect my family to stoop so low as to enact a farce such as this.ā
The woman began to pace in a wide circle, her finger inspecting the wide wooden curve of his bed-frame. She paused, her chin tilting towards him with a wicked glint in her eye.
āIt was my idea, actuallyā she said, beginning to smile as Loki shuffled where he stood. āYour brother took some convincing, but I think that is only since he had eyes for me himself.ā
Loki could not find the words. āThe armoury cache has turned to salt, you knowā she chirped, smiling while she continued an achingly slow tour of his chambers. Loki groaned inwardly as she peered at the books on the nearest shelf, ghosting a fingertip over the spines.
āYou have no idea how difficult it is to get a Princeās attention,ā she hummed. āEspecially when he locks himself away and denies the ladies of the court an opportunity to flaunt themselves. Desperate action must be taken,ā she purred playfully, the fragrant twinge of stinging sarcasm inflaming Lokiās arousal. Was she jesting? A cruel, elaborate trick? Loki decided he must be dreaming.
He cleared his throat, painfully aware of his cock hardening beneath his trousers. Of all days, why had he chosen the satin?
āYou are here of your own free will, then?ā he managed to say. She nodded, a closed lipped smile pressing against her cheeks. His eyes were drawn to the heave of her cleavage, rising and falling in anticipation before they rose back to her face. Her lips.
"It is a grave offence to lie to a god of Asgard, my lady" he warned, painfully aware of the slowing breaths making his voice thick. He could feel his tongue move, yet the words seemed to belong to another.
āThey say it could be dangerous,ā she said matter-of-factly, ignoring his ominous overtones. ā-Fucking you, I mean.ā Loki stared. He was fully hard now, the urge to free himself and have the woman against the nearest bookcase almost overwhelming. She raised her eyebrows, a mischievous smirk curling at the edge of her mouth. āPersonally, I think itās all rather exciting. Donāt you?ā āYouāre mad,ā Loki mumbled, realising with surprise that he was already halfway across the floor. The woman let out a low tinkling laugh, resting an elbow on the shelf. āYouāre one to-ā Lokiās lips collided with the siren, crashing against her mouth like a tempest. She parted for him, wild hands twisting in his hair as he pressed her against the wood. Her moans of excitement, her breathy pants into his mouth as he caged her. Loki was undone.
His tongue wrestled hers, hands exploring the curves of her body that bucked against his touch. Meaningless words gasped from his lips as her palm slid harshly against his cock, mastering the slide and squeeze along its length.
āBold, my Prince-ā she teased, as his throat worked in grunts and swallows beneath her touch.
āI take nothing which was not already offered, my ladyā he keened, thrusting against her hand. Their lips met again, deep curls of muscle enveloping the other in wet need. āAnd not all which is offered, eitherā he groaned against her ear. āNot yet.ā The woman chuckled, sliding her hands up the velvet of his tunic. She pushed him lightly, making him stumble back like a feather. The backs of his knees hit the bed, falling and landing on the pristine sheets with a bounce.
āTake it then,ā she uttered, laden with ceremony. Her eyes smouldered, wild waves falling around her face. Fingertips worked invisible buttons at the bodice of her dress, the middle section of green parting before she shrugged it from her body. Loki gripped the sheets, thighs trembling. āIt is here, for you...my Prince.ā Loki wet his lips, hungry eyes staggering up every perfect inch of her naked body. Mapping the trail his fingers would take as he sank into each delicious curve. The god felt his thighs widen, the tight trousers he wore an unbearable constraint. With a flex of his fingers, he was as naked as she. āNorns,ā she whispered, her eyes wide. She began to pace towards him, a sudden goddess of love and peace and salvation. āYouāre even more beautiful than they say.ā
Loki barely heard her, transfixed by the supple legs which now straddled him on the edge of his bed. With a sharp intake of breath he let his hands run over the curve of her ass, squeezing gently. In turn, her fingers wrapped around the root of his cock, tugging as she breathed against his cheek.
āHow long I have waited for this,ā she murmured softly. Loki groaned. He fell back, bringing her with him in an animalistic kiss. He was being rough, he knew that. But he could barely control the deafening roar of unnatural lust. It flowed from him in waves, a roar of static crisping in the air.
āIf you feel you are in danger, leave ā immediately,ā Loki gasped, throwing his head back with a moan while she ground against him. His mussed hair fanned against the sheets. He could feel the well of magic pulsing inside him with the beat of his cock. Like a drum, louder and louder in his ears. āYou need this,ā she panted, āwe all do.ā
Loki was tortuously aware of his manhood dancing at the tight slit of her entrance. He felt as a hound did, told to stay itself before a feast table. She moved it in circles, lapping up her wetness. The god groaned again, lips parted to the ceiling. āFor Asgard,ā she murmured coyly, before sinking fearlessly onto his cock. The cry which strangled itself from Lokiās throat shook books from the shelves. A ripple reverberated from the bed, making stone from the high arches crumble in dusty clouds.
His eyes flew open, and he knew from the reflection in her own that they were dark as a lemurs. The pupils drowning out any colour in his irises; wide. Wild.
Hands flew to her hips and pushed her down as he thrust up, bottoming out. A ringing cry sounded around his chambers. āGood...girl,ā he smouldered darkly, an empty echo of past affairs. āUhhh...y-yes- good girl.ā Loki heard his own voice in singular clarity. As rich and foreboding and potent as a tangled forest by moonlight. There was a squelch as he withdrew, before flipping her over. She lay below him now, her features alight with desire and self-satisfaction. Her pretty moans tickled the air as he filled her sweet little cunt to the hilt. Each slap of his hips scraped the bed further across the floor. Ancient mahogany screeching on rough stone. Had sex always felt this good? Loki couldnāt recall.
All he knew was he needed to fuck to the edge of oblivion. Her fingertips dug into the taut flesh of his ass, pulling him deeper. Loki hissed, curls swinging wild over his brow. Flames nested in the torches hung on the walls snuffed out, plunging the room into inky blackness. All that remained, while the cloud of his unspent lust blocked out the sun, was her body. This temple that would restore him. Loki sucked down, teeth grazing a bruising kiss into her shoulder. āLoki,ā she whined, moaning like a whore. āMore-ā And Loki complied. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders. āMy benevolent offering,ā he muttered in barbed desire, sliding his wet cock inside her inch by tantalising inch. Lokiās eyes rolled back as he hit bottom. Consecration, surely. The torch flames came roaring back to life, licking the very ceiling above them in a tidal wave of primordial heat. The woman gasped, her pussy tightening. More dust fell from the archways, specks swimming in the air as the god punctuated every thrust with a filthy curse known only to he.
She exploded upwards, hooking her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to hers. Their bodies writhed with devilish rhythm, each fluid buck of Lokiās hips making emerald stars explode in a dreamy haze above their heads before melting to nothing. āIām close,ā she panted, tightening her thighs around his hips. Loki growled, his breathing heavy. He could feel the animal inside him rear. The bull. The wolf. The serpent. Ready to feast upon her pleasure like a wasted demon. He pressed down, tugging her clit with slow, wicked waves of his hips.
With a howl of his name, the woman came undone beneath him; her hair sprawled and spilling over the bedās edge like a sacrifice. The room began to shake. Or was it the palace? Loki didnāt know. Trinkets fell to the floor, smashing. Crashing sounded from the next room, plates, jars of ink splattered like dried blood on the stone. Ancient tomes thudded with morose cracks, a sound which at any other moment would fill the god with despair. But not at this moment.
Every muscle in his body was tensed, primed to detonate. His balls tightened as they slapped her skin, the thundering surge of magic in his body threatening to burst in uncontrollable chaos.
He couldnāt. It was too much, too dangerous. Suddenly her fingers clasped around his jaw, drawing his gaze to hers. It was dreamy. Happy. It was trusting. And brave. That too.
āMy Prince,ā she whispered softly; a calm in the storm. āCum for me.ā He pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing becoming steadier. The fingernails of her free hand scratched gently between his shoulder-blades, down the curve of his spine.
Loki savoured the heat of her body beneath his, the unrelenting grip of her channel around the root of the realms woes. She worked him fearlessly, lilting her hips up to meet the base of his cock with rhythmic grace. āFor me,ā she repeated, before placing a gentle kiss over his parted lips. She sucked the bottom one as it released. Lokiās mind was blinded by light. Shuddering, incapacitating pleasure searing through his body as his world went dark.
Orgasm ripped through him like torn leather; fierce and merciless and raw. It rose in an eruption, consuming and obliterating and remaking him as he spent himself inside her.
A shimmering pulse of power emanated from the bed, spreading and rippling through walls as the whole of Asgard felt the release cascading from his veins. From his cock. An aftershock that would be felt through the realm. The god's face was contorted with pleasure. A thick, shaking gasp of exhausted relief was all he could muster as he collapsed in a heap beside his saviour. Moments passed. But truly, it could have been an age.
āDid I say anything?ā he panted, utterly spent. āI just felt...-ā ā-my name,ā you finished, running a hand up his chest.
You dragged your fingernails gently down his stomach, sighing happily as the first licks of sunlight appeared through the clearing smog. āI didnāt know you knew it.ā āOf course I do,ā he murmured. A veil of sleep began to descend while he inhaled the scent of your sex damp hair. Was this a dream?
If it was, Loki hoped he would never dream another.
He turned to you with a lazy smile, eyelashes heavy with the bliss of it all. He was free. And she was here. Her. You. āI did not think you knew mine," he said quietly, before sleep took him.
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Lets. D0. This.
(Please note: Post will be updated as I find more resources and think of more strategies)
(Please do not re-use gif without permissionā¦unless itās to save Riseā¦)
Mutant May
YOU can watch Season 1 and Season 2 of RISE right HERE!
So Iāve seen a a lot of people still wondering if Rise of the TMNT can be saved.
Thereās is a lot of hope, especially with the boom of fans joining the fandom after the movie dropped last year, people making more art on tumblr, twitter, tik tok, and so on. But also a a lot of doubt, especially after JJ Conwayās post on twitter.
BUTā¦I still think there is a chanceā¦a GOOD chance. WITH ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW! Why?
We live in the internet. Information is more then easy to get out now thanks to social media. There is all kinds of ways to get the word out to people. Letās abuse it. š
Fans have brought back shows before.
We need a MAJOR push through social media, more fans, more art, itās up to usā¦and I think we can do it!
Fans convinced Netflix to bring Sense8 back for a finale
Fans convinced fox to bring back āFuturamaā after it was cancelled in 1999.
Hey Arnold got the jungle movie thirteen years after the show was cancelled
Animaniacs got a 3 season revival 22 years after it stopped airing.
Brooklyn 99 was cancelled in 2018, and the fans convinced NBC to pick up the series.
Arrested Development was canceled after 3 seasons, but AFTER it was cancelled, it grew an audience and they made it come back!
Fans saved the original Star Trek in the 60s with letters.
They did it. Why canāt we?
So what can we do?
Wellā¦
1. PETITIONS TO SAVE RISE that we can all signā¦
PETITION 1 (The strongest one, but the more petitions signed, the better!)
PETITION 2
PETITION 3
PETITION 4 (save the content that was cut/we missed)
PETITION 5! (Make an ROTTMNT season 3)
2. Pester Nickelodeon and Netflix on social media (THE BIG ONE YāALL, THIS IS THE MOST DIRECT AND IMPORTANT)
Be polite, be non-toxic (donāt be rude or mean, the boys would not want that, and the Nick/Netflix wonāt listen), but be LOUD, PASSIONATE, AND ANNOYING! Ask for DVDs of the show/movie, and then BUY THOSE DVDs!
MAKE SURE TO ASK FOR THE FULL ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW TO COME BACK, INCLUDING ANDY SARIANO AND ANT WARD.
Sample DM/Letter (but try to come up with your own. Too many repeats and they will ignore it)
āDear Nickelodeon/Netflix/Viacom, I canāt tell you how much Rise means to me, and I really love that you put the show on air. But it was not fair that the show was cancelled before it got the chance to reach the audience it deserved, only because of a few bad reviews and a lack of advertising. The show is great, thereās tons of fans, tons of art, and people, including me, want so much more! Please bring it back! We want the original crew to come, Flying Bark, for the show to get itās full second season restored, and itās five season run like it was originally intended. People hated the 2012 TMNT when it came out, but it got itās chance and now there are people that love it. Why canāt Rise of the TMNT have the same? Itās clear that the creators love their work and thereās a growing fan base for it. Rise just came out at the wrong time, but it deserves it chance to shine.ā
The more personal you made the letter, the more you say what Rise means to you, the better.
As for me? Iām sending them a picture of Pizza Pigeon with the #wewantmoreriseoftheTMNT and #saverottmnt
Request movies/seasons on Netflix.
Ask for Rise Season 2, another season, another movie. Just keep asking!
Nickelodeonās facebook page (Look, I know that facebook is a relic at this point, but the more people go there and PESTER Nickelodeon, the better!)
Riseās facebook page
Leave good reviews. Share. Leave TONS of comments
Nickelodeonās instagram
Nickelodeonās Twitter page (treat carefully, there be Musks out thereā¦only use if you are over 18)
Nickelodeonās TikTok
Niceklodeonās letter inbox
Nickelodeon, 1515 Broadway, New York, NY 10036
Rugrats was brought back because fans bombarded Nickelodeon with letters saying they wanted it back. Might as well cover our bases. This one is a BIG DEAL!
Nickelodeonās Corporate Number
1-212-846-2543 Call them! Annoy them! Ask how we can get their attention! Tell them why you love this show! Why it deserves to come back.
Contact Paramount
Paramounts Request form
Official Fan Page Riseās Instagram
The more followers the better.
Netflixās instagram
Netflixās facebook
Netflixās Twitter (Treat carefully. There be MUSKs out thereā¦only use if you are over 18)
SPAM NICKELODEONāS EMAILS!
If anyone has any more, any deeper more direct points of contact, or more ideas, please share!
3. Leave good reviews for Rise anywhere and raise awareness everywhere you can!
One of the key reasons Rise did not do too well because it was unfairly review bombed before people could give it a chanceā¦so get out there on tik tok, IMDB, Rotten Tomatoes, and ESPECIALLY youtube.
Make reviews! Analysis! JOKES! Support other content creators! When the Rise Reanimated video comes out, share it like no tomorrow!
No one paid attention when How to Train Your Dragon came out, but word of mouth and people saying it was good, made it the success it was. Letās repeat history!
Anytime there is NEW RISE CONTENT on Nickelodeonās YouTube channel, watch it, share, spread it.
Share this post on social media, across various sites, use the information here to spread awareness about how people can help and what they can do. Be relentless! (Like Leo in Lair Games)
Ask influencers to review, react, and give RISE a chance without placing judgement.
4. Make. ART!
Draw, Write, TWEET, Make MERCH, Sell MERCH, Make Tik Toks, Videos on YouTube, posts on instagram, discord, what pad, demanding more Rise, spreading the word, and just showing how much you love this show! Not only will it attract attention, but itās also good for all of us. There will be more Rise content either way.
Make sure to @ nickelodeon on ALL of your art! SPAM THEM! ANNOY THEM! DROWN THEM IN LOVE FOR THIS SHOW! Demand DVDās and Blue rays of the SHOW AND THE MOVIE! Itās not fair that we canāt have access to it!
PLAY THIS GAME!
If you see official Rise MERCH in the while, buy it if you can! Also support as many rise content creators as you can. If you canāt draw? Write! If you canāt create! Like! Share! Comment! Support each other!
Rise April ART Challenge
Keep in mindā¦there WILL be pushback.
Companies as big as Nickelodeon and Viacom care about their bottom line: $$$ā¦money. BUT pushback, whether they are taking down your videos on Tik Tok, striking artists on twitter, mean that theyāre taking NOTICE. So donāt. Give. UP!
One last thing to remember: DO NOT harass fans for enjoying other versions of TMNT
Even though Rise is the first and only TMNT I have ever loved, I donāt believe in shaming other fans for looking forward to, or enjoying other TMNT series. Gatekeeping like that was what stopped Rise from (heh) Rising as high as it should have. All Rise fans are welcome, and all TMNT fans are welcome. Rise deserves to reach more fans, it deserves another season, and it does not need to knock down other TMNT series to do it. Show them your love and your need for more Rise, without making other TMNT fans feel unwelcome.
Share, spread the word, give it your best shot! A village can move MOUNTAINS! SO letās do it.
So that in the near futureā¦we can MAKE THIS JOKE!
#rottmnt#save rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt#unpause rottmnt#rottmnt leo#save rise of the tmnt#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt raph#netflix#instagram#nickelodeon#viacom#paramount#facebook#signal boost#social media campaign#petitions#turtles#underrated show#flying bark productions#manifesting
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A narrative in links
I want you to hear "In the Hall of the Mountain King" in your head while you read this:
Backlash after comedian at Trump rally calls Puerto Rico 'island of garbage'
Racist jokes about Puerto Rico at rally bring anger and disgust: āTruly how the Trump party sees usā
Why Trump canāt pretend his rallyās anti-Puerto Rican racism was just a joke
If That Puerto Rico Joke Doesnāt Cost Trump, [running mate] JD Vanceās Reaction Will ("I think that we have to stop getting offended at every little thing in the United States of America, Iām just so over it")
Tony Hinchcliffe doubles down on racist Trump rally jokes despite backlash: āChange your tamponā
Trumpās Shock Comic Was Set to Call Harris a āC*ntā
āF*** These Racistsā: Geraldo Rivera Tears Into MAGA After Trumpās MSG Rally
Jennifer Lopez, Bad Bunny, Ricky Martin & More Amplify Kamala Harris After Trump Rally Comedian Trashes Puerto Rico
[GOP Speaker of the House Mike Johnson] fields questions from Latino voters about āstupidā Puerto Rico joke
Trumpās Puerto Rico fallout is āspreading like wildfireā in [swing state] Pennsylvania
Fallout from Florida Latinos fierce following racist jokes during former presidentās NYC rally
Florida's Rick Scott [who is running for re-election] touts support for Puerto Rico after racist joke at Trump rally
Trump Rages at Fox News as His Allies Panic Over NYC Rally
Trump campaign struggles to contain Puerto Rico October surprise
It is absolutely sending me that this is what finally did it. To get everyone on the same page here, an "October surprise" in American politics is something unexpected that derails a political campaign at the last minute, right before Election Day in the U.S. (first Tuesday in November). Back in 2016, we thought it was the Access Hollywood "grab them by the pussy" tape, and then way too many people just shrugged and Trump won anyway, because the actual October surprise turned out to be FBI Director James Comey rocking up and announcing an investigation into Hillary Clinton's private email server. But Her Emails, etc.
So this year, of course, I and the rest of r/politics have been sitting here waiting for shit to go down, most likely re: Trump rather than Harris (I say as I knock on my wooden kitchen table), but what could he do that's any worse than what he's already done this year? Than what we already know of his past?
Apparently, everyone has decided it's this. It's a dude who is not even Trump getting up at the Madison Square Garden Nazis-In-America nostalgia rally Sunday night and telling shitty racist jokes. Not the one about "Latinos coming," not the one about Black people and watermelons, not even other things Hinchcliffe said in the same speech. It's not any number of heinous things various other speakers said (scroll down). No, it's
"Thereās a lot going on. I donāt know if you know this but thereās literally a floating island of garbage in the middle of the ocean right now. I think itās called Puerto Rico."
It's not thumbs up at Arlington Cemetery, it's not THEY'RE EATING THE DOGS, it's not "I wish I had generals like Hitler's" and all the other times Trump admired Nazis. It's this.
I mean, everyone is correct to be outraged about this, I'm glad that it's gained traction and more people than usual are actually shocked and politicians are panicking, and Puerto Ricans both on the island and the mainland have my deep I'm-sorry-sympathy that they have been insulted this way. But--maybe it's just the last-minute timing, but it is blowing my mind that THIS, finally, from a guy who isn't even Trump, is the October Surprise.
#I can't directly tag for trump anymore because I get assholes so#tw trump#us politics#racism#misogyny#posts that are more link than post#artisan handcrafted linkspam
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Journal 3ās references to Stan
(ā¦does the Lost Pages count as J3 when some had to be in J2 and also may or may not be a truth lie turducken? idk. Fordās TBoB letters sure as hell donāt count as J3 but Iām including them here anyway)
Lost Journal Pages
"STANLEY COULD HAVE MADE HER LAUGH"
āMy stomach sank a bit when I realizedā¦ it was my birthday. This day has feltā¦ odd, since S and Iā¦ parted ways.ā
"I was adjusting my TV antennae for weather reports (looking for ideal conditions for F's first portal test) and spat out my coffee when I saw THIS! My brother hawking scams under the name "Panley Stines." I had half a mind to call that number, just to pretend to be the police and maybe scare S straight for once! There is something so galling about seeing your OWN FACE committing crimes on your own TV! When my Muse saw me break my stress ball, I decided it was finally time to vent about Stanley."
""How about that; you've got an inferior clone! Why didn't you just eat him in the womb? Think of how powerful you'd be!"
"You can't just eat your twin, Bill."
You'd be surprised what you can eat! I say sure, call him if you want him to start mooching off you again! ME, I went no contact with my home dimension and I don't regret it. All they did was hold me back and sabotage my talents! Can you imagine?"
"More than you know. But you do ever wonder if maybe... maybe things could have been different?""
"Our heat budget was so tight that Mom forced S and me to wear one sweater at the same time. (She called it the "Abominable Snow-Stan." Our cat lived in fear of it year-round.)"
āDAMN! This morning I found F rummaging through my old copy of Urban Legends of New Jersey, where I had forgotten I had hidden some old personal items! Iāve quickly re-hidden them here, away from prying eyes.ā
"But then he crossed a line. Helplessly I watched Cipher in my own body limp up to a pay phone and dial... STANLEY'S phone number from the infomercial?! No. He wouldn't.
"Hey brother, it's Sixer. I'm going to take a swim in the frozen lake tomorrow, and I might not ever come back, so if you don't hear from me, I just want you to know that it's because I never loved you. BUH-BYEEEEE."
My heart was in my throat until I heard the dial tone... The pay phone was out of order. The message hadn't gotten through. Cipher turned back to address me.
"TSK, TSK, TSK. LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME MAKE YOU DO! TOMORROW'S TAPE IS GONNA BE MUCH WORSE.""
(Bro secret code) "miss you"
āThe snow has begun to fall again and thereās very little time. Thereās only one left I can turn to to protect my journals while I prepare for the journeyā¦ā
"S is an overgrown child with none of my rigorous mental training. Who knows what could happen if Cipher stepped inside Stanley's mind for even one minute...
What if Stanley somehow manages to destroy the portal just like he destroyed my perpetual motion machine? I suppose that machine did work in its own way... It kept me perpetually angry for thirty years."
(Bro secret code) "HAVE I BEEN TOO HARSH ALL ALONG?"
"What if he tries to rope me into his latest get-rich-quick scheme? His latest commercial was for "Stan Sauce: The Miracle Sauce that's too cool for the FDA!"
What if... he mocks me? What if he sees that I abandoned our family to become a recluse on the brink of madness? Could I risk admitting that I was... wrong?
PROS: I have no one else. Well, that settles it. It's time to come face-to-face with a face I haven't seen in 10 years. My own face. Which... is my brother's face. God, I miss sleep."
Fordās Letters
"In the weeks since Weirdmageddon, I conducted numerous tests on Stanley's mind (his terrible jokes are still intact) and inspected the state for dimensional leakage (we also took turns kicking the statue, and Stanley took a few cracks with a crowbar). I burned every Cipher-shaped item I had ever collected, and even threw away all my one-dollar bills, just to be safe (Stanley, of course, found and pocketed them).
āI emerged from my lab after days of agonized contemplation to find- to my shock- that Mabel was reading the book, out loud, to Stanley, Dipper, Soos, and Wendy!ā
āThey didnāt see me as an irredeemable screwup. Stanley said, "So, your past is just a giant pile of mistakes? Congratulations- you really are a Pines!āā
"Bill may tell you that happiness requires conquering galaxies and living forever, but I've seen enough of the universe to tell you that he's wrong. I've found my happiness. And it looks like this:"
"If you're reading this... then I am dead. Kidding! Sorry, Stanley thought that would be funny. Ha-ha! We're currently out shopping for harpoons to prepare for our trip to the arctic."
"Stan, if you end breaking into my lab at some point later today- Bravo! Still as good a locksmith as in 8th grade. Beers are under the desk."
(It kinda strikes me that the BoB Lost Journal pages about Stan sound far more like post-portal Fordās opinions on Stan instead, where heās openly angry at both being pushed into the portal + at the portal being opened again + his murder suicide attempt being foiled + Stan disowning him + turning his house into a tourist trap + taking his identity vs pre-portal Ford being moreā¦ melodramatic(?) constantly being reminded of him but not wanting to linger too long? idk the vibes are different
Plus pre-portal Ford pretty consistently only calls Stan "Sā or just refers to him as his brother (with the exception of him writing his name in a Caesar cipher). I think he only ever messes up the general naming scheme a single time when he wrote Fiddleford instead of F
ā¦not to mention the perpetual motion machine comment says thirty instead of ten years)
Other sections: Pre-Portal, Post-Portal, Post-Weirdmageddon
#shout out to all the folks who thought ford was telling stan to find bees#but nevermind all that-- what the hell do you mean snow in glass shard was made of seagull beaks#that finally sank in and i honestly feel viscerally ill#gravity falls#stanley pines#stan pines#ford pines#stanford pines#journal 3#the book of bill#stan twins#thisisnotawebsitedotcom#man we desperately need more post tbob ford cos rereading pre weirdmageddon ford is just depressing#and immediate post weirdmageddon ford still feels like he's finding his footing#i want more of the stan twins teaming up to be assholes to others ksadhksjdhsa that joke to dipper was mean i love that for them#anyway im chewing on the clearly young stan commercial being used when it was supposed to be close to the portal test...
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Halcyon - Ch. 13: Youāre Not What I Would Call Nurturing
Anna gives birth and caring for a newborn is even harder than you expected. A continuation of Halcyon from the prologue through Ch. 12, a modern no outbreak AU TLOU fic found on Tumblr here.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: Mild near smut, non-graphic depiction of childbirth, childcare struggles. Modern No Outbreak AU, No use of Y/N, Slow burn, 18+ only, Minors DNI
Length: 8.7k
AO3 | Main Master List | Prologue | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
April, 2018Ā
Gale had been holed up in his home office since you got home and your excitement was starting to exhaust your patience.Ā
He liked to have his space when he was writing. Then, so did you, and he respected it. Well, usually respected it. You did your best to do the same. But it had been hours now. Youād resigned yourself to having dinner alone, setting aside a plate for him, and waited for Gale to emerge so you could talk to him. It hadnāt happened, not even to use the bathroom or get a glass of water.
You set your book on your legs, rapping your fingers along the cover of it and worrying at your lip. You really didnāt want to sit here, holding everything in, any longer.Ā
You put in your bookmark and set the novel youād barely been able to pay attention to aside, going to the kitchen for a bottle of sparkling water and a protein bar to bring your husband.Ā
āHey you,ā you smiled, peeking into his office after knocking once on the door. He glanced up from his desk, brows raised, head bent so low you could see where his hair was thinning.You came all the way into his office, walls lined with bookshelves and surfaces stacked high with paper. You held up the water and protein bar like an offering. āI havenāt heard you come out in a while and itās getting late. Thought you should eat at least something tonight.āĀ
āThanks,ā he said, looking back down at the pages in front of him. You took it as permission to come closer, so you did, setting the food down next to his computer before perching on the edge of his desk. You crossed your ankles in front of you and held onto the desktop, rapping the underside of it with your fingernails in a sharp rhythm.Ā
Gale sighed, setting the page he was reading down and crossing his arms on his desktop, leaning on it before giving you a small smile as he looked up at you.Ā
āSomething on your mind, baby doll?ā He asked, brows raised, looking like he was trying his best to restrain his amusement.Ā
āMaybe,ā you teased a little, not able to stop the smile on your face. āRemember how I had that doctorās appointment earlier today?āĀ
āThink so,ā he frowned. āWhy? Did everything go well?āĀ
āIt went great,ā you smiled. āI actuallyā¦ well, instead of it just being a check up, I asked her to check for a few thingsā¦āĀ
Gale frowned further before he took the bait.Ā
āCheck for what?ā He asked.Ā
āCheck and see if Iām in a good place to have a baby,ā you tried to keep from acting too excited about it but you were. You were practically giddy. āShe said everything looked good. Great, in fact. Andā¦ well, I was thinkingā¦ you have that sabbatical coming up in, what, two years? Wouldnāt it be great if we could spend it together? I can take some time off, my book should be well and launched by then, you can work on your next book and we can spend a lot of time just you, me andā¦ and a baby.āĀ
He watched you for a moment, an almost amused look on his face before he laughed a little.Ā
āAre you being serious?ā He asked.Ā
āYeah,ā your smile faltered a bit. āYeah, I figured thatā¦ you know, weāre not getting any younger, weāre at a good spot career wise, my body is apparently in prime baby making territoryā¦āĀ
āSure, the timing is great if we were going to do it but,ā he laughed once and shook his head, turning his face to his lap for a moment before looking back to you, a serious expression on his face. He took your hands in his, giving them a squeeze. āI donāt want you to take this the wrong way butā¦ Do you really think having children is a good idea for you?āĀ
You couldnāt stop your smile from falling this time, eyes searching his.Ā
āWhat?ā You asked quietly.Ā
āHoney, justā¦ā He sat back a little and sighed. āLook. Youāreā¦ I love you. Thatās why I married you and youāre an extraordinary woman in so many ways. You make me the best possible version of myself and Iām grateful for that every day butā¦ Youāre not what I would call nurturing.āĀ
You frowned.Ā
āButā¦āĀ
āItās not a bad thing, necessarily,ā he said, as though you hadnāt spoken at all. āYouāre just far more concerned with whatās in your head or on the page than about something like children. Do you really think youād do a good job with a child? Be honest with yourself. Do you think youād be able to make the sacrifices necessary and put them first? Or would you fail and make them pay the price? And then thereās everything with your mental health - we both know how you can get sometimes and you clearly got it from your mother - I doubt you want to pass that on to a child or burden one with it when youāre having a rough patchā¦āĀ
āBut,ā you said again, feeling the pinch of tears in your eyes. āI thoughtā¦ donāt you want kids?āĀ
āOf course I do,ā he shrugged. āBut I decided I wanted you more. I went into this marriage with eyes wide open, I knew I wouldnāt be having children with you and I decided that you were worth the sacrifice.āĀ
You tried to keep from crying but felt a tear slip down your cheek, anyway, as you stared down toward your feet.Ā
āHey,ā he said, getting up and putting his hand to your nape, pulling your head up to look him in the eye. āItās alright. I donāt hold it against you. I made my peace with it a long time ago. And itās better if we just donāt have them instead of ruining them, right?āĀ
āRight,ā you sniffed and he kissed you on the forehead before stepping back from you.Ā
āIām going to try to finish this chapter research before bed,ā he said. āIām getting close but itāll still be a bit, Iāll see you upstairs. Thank you for bringing me something to eat, I lost track of time.āĀ
āSure,ā you said, going to the door like you were on autopilot. You paused, your fingers on the knob before looking back at him. āI love you.āĀ
He was silent, looking over his papers, lost in his work again.Ā
āGale?āĀ
āHm?ā He looked up, brows raised.Ā
āI love you.āĀ
āOh,ā he said absently, looking back down at the page. āI love you, too.āĀ
You looked at your husband for another second, trying to accept that he would not, in fact, be the father of your children before you left him to his writing and went to bed alone.Ā
April, 2023
You buried your face in his shoulder, straining to keep your nails from digging into his back, the cotton of his shirt bunching between your fingers as your hips canted up to grind against him. He licked and sucked at your neck, arms wrapped around your back, pressing your front tightly to his and he moaned as he worked his hard cock still trapped in his jeans down against your mound.Ā
āFuck,ā he panted, his mouth working his way over your neck to your jaw, wet on your tender skin and you tried to let yourself get in lost in him.Ā
It was hard, though. For one, you knew you should hold back. It wasnāt the right time to start sleeping with someone, life was too complicated without adding that into a relationship. For another, you hadnāt had sex since Gale and the thought of taking your clothes off in front of someone new made your heart race - and not in a good way. And, finally, there was something not quite right about him.Ā
Maybe it was his cologne, maybe it was the timbre of his voice, maybe it was the fact that he just didnāt feel right in your arms or between your legs but you just couldnāt make yourself want Stephen.Ā
At least, not in the way you wanted Joel.Ā
Not that you were proud of that. The opposite, in fact. You tried your damndest to bury that feeling deep and low inside yourself after the incident in Dallas. You didnāt WANT to want Joel. It hurt to want Joel. It always had and that didnāt change after that morning.Ā
You were still half entwined with Joel and trying not to panic when Sarah started knocking on the bedroom door, saying she was hungry and that she wanted to go somewhere that would have chocolate milk for breakfast and also could she try a coffee if you went to Starbucks since she was now basically a teenager and was tired after being out so late the night before at the concert.Ā
The two of you scrambled away from each other, your panties sticky and wet and you could feel the heat rising in your face. How could you have done this? Dry humped yourself to orgasm on your best friend?Ā
āItās OK,ā Joel said again, eyes wide and voice quiet. āLetās justā¦ we get back home andā¦āĀ
āHey guys?ā Sarah called through the door for the second time in as many minutes. āIs my Ears Tour shirt in there? I want to wear it.āĀ
āI got it baby girl,ā Joel said, grabbing the bag and going for the door and then it was the three of you again. You werenāt alone with Joel until you stopped for gas in West, Sarah running inside to use the bathroom and start picking out kolache from the bakery case while Joel filled up the truck.Ā
His eyes darted over to you, like you were something volatile and unknown, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket.Ā
āLook,ā he said eventually, decidedly not looking at you. āWhatā¦ what happenedā¦ Goldie, Iā¦ You should knowā¦āĀ
āItās fine,ā you cut him off quickly. You didnāt think you could bear hearing him say what a mistake you were for the umpteenth time in your life. āLike you said, it doesnāt have to mean anything. Right?āĀ
He looked at you then - actually looked at you, his brown eyes warm and deep and soft - something almost sad on his face that passed so quickly you werenāt sure it happened at all.Ā
āRight,ā he said after a moment. āYouāre right.āĀ
āIād rather this didnātā¦ā you tried to find the words. āI really donāt want this to blow things up with you this time. I donāt want to go no contact orā¦ whatever it is that happens with us whenā¦ when weā¦āĀ
āItās alright,ā he cut you off, turning to watch the numbers tick up on the gas pump. āWe justā¦ pretend it never happened.āĀ
āRight,ā you said.Ā
āRight,ā he said back and you headed inside to find Sarah.Ā
When you made it back to Austin, you hugged Sarah goodbye, picked up Puck and gathered your stuff from the back of the truck, Joel carrying your bag to your car for you.Ā
āI know we said pretend it never happened,ā he said after heād put your duffle in the back seat. āButā¦ I think it might be good if we had some space.āĀ
āSpace?ā You asked, your heart sinking.Ā
āJustā¦ just a few days,ā he said. āI thinkā¦ I think I need it. Just a few days, though.āĀ
āA few days,ā you said, hesitant.Ā
āYeah,ā he said. āI justā¦ I gotta get my shit right.āĀ
You didnāt really know what to say to that so you just nodded. Joel looked relieved.Ā
āThanks,ā he said awkwardly. āIā¦ I really donāt want to lose you again, Goldie.āĀ
āI donāt want to lose you, either,ā you said.Ā
āGood,ā he said, turning and going toward his house before turning to face you, walking backwards as he did. āSee you soon.āĀ
You smiled a little.Ā
āSure, Joel.āĀ
āLikeā¦ Like two days,ā he said.Ā
You laughed.Ā
āOK.āĀ
āThree, tops.āĀ
āThree tops,ā you repeated.Ā
You went home and tried to distract yourself. You unpacked right away, put a grocery order in on Instacart and sat on the floor, shining a laser pointer on your legs and watching Puck try to pounce on it. Joel needed space. What the fuck did that mean? Why would he need space if it didnāt matter?Ā
It did matter to you. Thatās why space was probably a good idea for you. You didnāt want it but it was a good idea. You clearly couldnāt be trusted within a few feet of Joel without losing your fucking mind so space was smart. But why did Joel need it?Ā
He wasnāt into you, at least not in the way you were into him. Heād made that plenty clear over the years. Every time something had happened, it was a mistake. You were a mistake. Butā¦ it kept happening. Did he want to fuck you against his better judgement? Heād always been a physical guy, with you and anyone else he cared about. Heād jumped from girl to girl in high school and, judging from the fact that Sarah existed but her mom was long gone, you figured heād done the same after youād gone away until responsibility came knocking.Ā
Maybe everything between the two of you had just been a carry over from that. You knew he loved you as a friend and you were happy with that, you really were. Maybe it was just his affection for you and the fact that he wasnāt getting laid anywhere else that made him keep doing things he regretted with you and you were so, so tired of being something he regretted.Ā
āHey,ā you said, scooping your cat up so his head was level with yours, a look of indignity on his small orange face. āWhy am I like this? Why do I keep doing this to myself?āĀ
He just pressed one pink-padded paw to your nose and you sighed.Ā
āWell if you donāt have an answerā¦ā you trailed off before kissing his little cat head and setting him back down.Ā
You gave Joel the space he wanted. You didnāt call, you didnāt text, you didnāt even send him the stupid video you saw on TikTok that made you think of him.Ā
In the mean time, you tried to write your book even though seemed to delete everything not long after it was down on the page. You saw Stephen. You tried not to text Gale. And, when Joel did text a few days later - just a picture of the Whataburger menu with a question mark - it made you feel better than you had in days.Ā
Things went back to business as usual after that. You never talked about what happened in the hotel room with Joel. You certainly didnāt mention it to Stephen. You just tried your best to ignore the fact that the best orgasm youād had in years happened as you fucked yourself against your best friendās dick when you were half asleep.Ā
But as much as you tried to pretend like that hadnāt happened, your body knew that it had. Joel had smelled so good and felt so good and Stephen just didnāt compare. No matter how much you wanted him to.Ā
āWe should stop,ā you panted, voice drawn tight, hands moving to brace against Stephenās chest. He groaned and went limp on top of you and you laughed.Ā
āYouāre killinā me woman,ā he said, sitting up from you enough to kiss you softly on the lips before moving to the other end of the couch and awkwardly adjusting his jeans.Ā
āI know,ā you winced as you sat up, too, pulling your knees into your chest. āIām sorry, itās justā¦ Iām basically moving in with my sister tomorrow and Iāll be there for who knows how long while she gets settled with the baby and itās justā¦ itās not the right time andā¦āĀ
āHey,ā he said gently, reaching out and giving your foot a squeeze. āYou donāt have to explain it. You said you needed to go slow, Iām OK with that. I donāt want you to do anything you donāt feel ready for.āĀ
You smiled a little, willing your heart to at least try and flutter at this kind, smart, handsome man who was saying and doing all the right things.Ā
āThank you,ā you said. āThat really does mean a lot.āĀ
āHope things go well for your sister,ā he said. āAnd not just because, selfishly, I know I get you back sooner if it does.āĀ
āGood to know you care about the welfare of infants outside your personal gain,ā you said wryly, smirking a little.Ā
He laughed.Ā
āI know, itās what makes me such a good guy,ā he said. āWhenās Anna due again?āĀ
āTwo weeks from tomorrow,ā you sighed.Ā
āIsnāt you basically moving in tomorrow then a bit early?ā He frowned.Ā
āWell, she might come early,ā you said. āIt sounds like sheās going to be a big baby. Trust me, Iām not exactly eager to go stay with my sister butā¦āĀ
āYou might like it more than you think,ā he said. You looked at him, skeptical. He laughed. āFamilyās weird that way.āĀ
āOne can hope,ā you said.Ā
You walked him out, kissing him goodbye at the door and wishing you felt something more as you did. Before you went to bed, you looked through your bags to make sure you had everything you needed and, eventually, settled in with your phone in hand, Puck curling up next to you. He nuzzled into the crook of your elbow, tucking his tail into his body before taking aĀ deep breath and letting it out slowly.
āWhat do you have to sigh about?ā You asked. He adjusted, spreading his little toes out before settling again. āA likely story.āĀ
You scrolled mindlessly through your phone when you got a text from Joel with a photo attached. You opened it. He was in bed, too, with the TV on, the first Curtis and Viper on the screen.Ā
The TV edit is bullshit.Ā
You laughed a little.Ā
You can just put on the copy you own, you know.Ā
Yeah, but whereās the fun in that? And then Iād have to get upā¦ much rather watch Curtis say āget pluckedā 50 times than do that.Ā
You snorted.
Lazy ass.Ā
Lazy ass? Iām getting old, respect your elders.Ā
āJesus,ā you said to yourself, shaking your head.Ā
You hesitated for a second, debating about what to say next. Eventually, you just bit the bullet.Ā
I miss you.Ā
There was a pause before he texted back, long enough that you wondered if you should try to take it back, maybe make a joke of it. And then, he responded.Ā
I miss you too, Goldie.Ā
You were trying to figure out how to respond when he called you.Ā
āItās pushing midnight,ā you said by way of greeting.Ā
āWay past my old man bedtime,ā he agreed. āChannel 62.āĀ
You sighed but turned on the TV all the same, finding the station just in time to hear Curtis say āget pluckedā to some henchman before gunning him down.Ā
āOh thatās bad,ā you laughed.Ā
āTold you.ā
You watched the movie with Joel that way for a while, laughing and joking and providing commentary on the stupider parts until the love scene came on. You fidgeted in your bed, the campy sequence somehow still arousing because you knew Joel was listening.Ā
āYouāre going to tell me when she has the baby, right?ā He said as the couple on screen undressed each other.Ā
āI can tell you,ā you smiled a little. āAssuming Anna doesnāt change her mind about that.āĀ
āGood,ā Joel said. āHavenāt held a baby in a while, I miss it.āĀ
āAwww big bad Joel Miller secretly loves babies,ā you teased, trying not to picture Joel holding a tiny Sarah because you thought your heart might explode if you did. āWho knew?āĀ
āHey, babies are cute as hell,ā he said, mockingly defensive. āAnd they smell good. And they make these adorable little noises. Am I supposed to not love babies? What am I, a monster?āĀ
āI will let you abuse your connection to me to snuggle my niece,ā you smiled a little.
āYeah, you better,ā you could hear him smiling, too.Ā
You switched off your lamp but let the TV on and laid down, Puck looking at you indignantly before adjusting so he was curled against your chest.Ā
āYou know if Anna or, you know ifā¦ if you need help with her,ā Joel said, almost hesitantly. āYou can always call me. It took a while to know what to do but I like to think I got pretty good at the single parent thing.āĀ
You smiled a little, feeling overly tired.Ā
āYouāre very good at it.ā
āGot the worldās greatest dad mug and everything to prove it,ā he said. āI know it seems like a lot right now, Goldie, but it will be OK. Promise it will.āĀ
Your eyes got heavy during the climax of the movie, laughing sleepily with Joel and nodding off before the credits. It was a few hours later when an unnaturally loud commercial jerked you awake, your phone still sitting next to your head on the pillow.Ā
You groaned and sat up, turning off the TV. Puck had moved, probably bounding through the house somewhere at some imagined prey, and you got up to use the bathroom, bringing your phone with you. Out of curiosity, you checked the time the call with Joel had ended but frowned. Judging from the length, it seemed like it went on for a while after youād fallen asleep. You went to text him but, instead, found a series of texts from Anna.Ā
Hey, are you still up?Ā
Guess notā¦ FYI, feeling weird.Ā
There was a break and then another text had come through just half an hour earlier.Ā
OK these are either those fake contraction things or Iām in labor
āOh fuck,ā you said to yourself, quickly going to wash your hands before calling her but she beat you to it, your phone springing to life on your vanity, the vibration making it jump across the marble. You wiped your hand quickly on your pajamas and answered.Ā
āNot the fake contractions!ā Anna said quickly instead of a hello. āSorry, I know 4 a.m. isnāt a great time butā¦āĀ
āIāll be there in a few minutes,ā you said, walking quickly to your bedroom and taking off your pajama pants as best as you could with one hand. āHow far apart are they?āĀ
āEight minutes?ā She said more like a question. āI think? But theyāre strong enough that I canāt talk or walk duringā¦āĀ
āOK we have a little time,ā you said, breathing a little easier as you grabbed a clean pair of underwear and leggings from your drawer. āIām just throwing my clothes on, my bags are already packed, Iāll be there so soon. Justā¦ unlock your front door and lie down on the couch and Iāll be right there.āĀ
āI can do that,ā she said, sounding a little panicked. āThank you. For everything, I couldnāt do this on my own, I know I couldnāt and justā¦ thank you.āĀ
You smiled a little.Ā
āOf course,ā you said. āOK, Iām going to let you go but Iāll see you soon. Youāve got this, Anna. You do.āĀ
You got dressed as quickly as you could before checking that Puckās food and water bowl would be at least set for the day and jogging to your car, bags in hand.Ā
Anna had done as youād asked, unlocking her door so you didnāt need to fumble with keys in the dark and you found her in the middle of a contraction on her couch when you came in, grimacing and moaning in pain with her hands around the bottom of her stomach as she did.Ā
āHey, youāre OK,ā you said, running to the couch and kneeling at her side. āWant my hand?āĀ
She nodded frantically and you held it out. She squeezed it so tight you thought your knuckles might crack. As the contraction lessened, she took a deep breath, her face already shiny with sweat. āThink we can get you sat up and moved to the car?āĀ
āYeah,ā she said. āBut watch out, my water broke when I was unlocking the door, itās wet over there.āĀ
You almost laughed at that.Ā
āThatās alright,ā you said, helping her sit up. āItās tile, think it will live. Weāll get you to the car and Iāll mop when weāre home with you and baby girl. You ever going to tell me her name?āĀ
āI want to meet her first,ā she said. āThink itās weird for someone else to know her name before she does.āĀ
āMakes sense,ā you nodded, looping her arm around your shoulders and notching yourself into her underarm. āReady?āĀ
āYeah,ā she said, nodding. āIām ready.āĀ
āThen letās go have a baby.āĀ
Her contractions were seven minutes apart when you reached the hospital and they got her back to a labor and delivery room quickly, hooking her up to what seemed like countless machines as you sat there and watched, feeling more helpless than you had since you watched your marriage fall to pieces at your feet.Ā
You realized, as Anna labored and nurses walked her through it, just how much youād grown accustomed to being able to take things on for her. When she had an issue with her phone bill couldnāt figure it out? You called and handled it. When she wanted an NA meeting closer to her office? You tracked one down. When she was shopping for everything for the nursery? You looked up the safety ratings and handed over your credit card at Buy Buy Baby. It had always been that way. When her grades tanked, you tutored her. When she had a bully at school, you stepped in. When she wanted a snack while your mom was at work, you made it. If you could do it for Anna, you did. This was different. This, you couldnāt do for her.Ā
But you did everything you could. You did everything they taught you in lamaze classes and gave her ice chips and got the nurse when she needed help you couldnāt provide. Still, you felt decidedly useless when, more than 12 hours after you got to the hospital, her daughter came into the world with sharp, angry little cries. She was slick and red and wailing, tufts of dark hair on her tiny head, her small limbs flung out from her little body and she was beautiful.
āCongratulations, Mama,ā the doctor smiled, putting the baby on Annaās chest. āItās a girl.āĀ
Anna sobbed and smiled as she held her daughter, cradling her close.Ā
āHi there little one,ā she whispered down to her. āI canāt believe youāre here.āĀ
The baby cried even louder, the sound sharp and cracking, and Anna laughed wetly.Ā
āYeah,ā she said. āYou tell āem, Ellie.āĀ
āEllie?ā You asked, trying to keep from fully crying but failing miserably.Ā
āYeah,ā she said, still looking down at the tiny figure in her arms. āEllie.āĀ
The three of you got to know each other, Ellie rarely resting anywhere but in either of your arms. A few friends of Annaās came by to meet her and Joel and Sarah did, too, Joel texting to ask what Anna was craving after spending the day in labor.Ā
āFried chicken!ā She said. āWith everything. And Dr. Pepper. Maybe a milkshake? Oh, and a burger if itās not too much trouble.āĀ
The two of them came with bags of food so comically large you couldnāt help but laugh as they brought them in, Sarah trailing balloons along behind her.Ā
āSomeone saw these in the gift shop so we had to stop for them,ā Joel said, nodding to the balloons as he set down the heaping piles of food. āHere, baby girl, gimme thoseā¦āĀ
He tied them off on the rail of Annaās bed while Sarah fawned over the sleeping newborn.Ā
āSheās so small,ā she gaped down at her. āThatās insane.āĀ
Joel came and stood behind her, putting a large hand on her shoulder.Ā
āYou were that size once, baby girl,ā he said, sounding a little choked up. āYou were a tiny thing, seemed like you fit in the palm of my hand.āĀ
āThatās just because you have freakishly large hands,ā you said.Ā
āShut it,ā he gave you a look and you smiled.Ā
While you and Anna ate, Joel showed carefully showed Sarah how to hold a baby, how to support her tiny head and how babies liked when you moved with them.Ā
āSee?ā He said, sitting next to you on the little couch beneath the window as Sarah delicately cradled little Ellie. āYou got it.āĀ
āThatās just because sheās perfect,ā she said, staring down at the baby before her eyes went wide with excitement and she looked between her dad and Ellieās mom. āCan I babysit? I promise, Iāll take such good care of her andā¦āĀ
āWe can talk about that when both of you are a little older,ā Joel laughed. āGlad to know youāre ready to start contributing to the household though. Have to start charging you rentā¦āĀ
āHa ha,ā she rolled her eyes before looking back to the baby.Ā
Joel held her next and you couldnāt help but stare at him as he did. He seemed so impossibly large compared to her, able to hold the tiny bundle that was your niece easily in his large hands, a look of awe and total adoration on his face as he did. But he was so beautiful, too. The gentle way he held her, the way he looked at her, the way he just seemed to be so happy to be caring for something so vulnerable, it made your heart ache with a want youād long ago tried to set aside.
āHeās such a sucker for babies,ā Sarah said, perching on the couch next to you and helping herself to a french fry. āHeās so weird.āĀ
āMust be because you were a perfect kid from birth,ā you teased and Sarah smiled, smug, as Joel scoffed.Ā
āPlease, if anything itās in spite of her,ā he said, still staring down at Ellie. āShe had colic, seemed to love to pee right as I was changinā herā¦āĀ
āHey!ā Sarah said.Ā
āBut you were still the most amazing thing Iād ever seen,ā he said, looking at his daughter before looking back to Ellie. āThis one might be a close second, though. Good job, Mama.āĀ
āThank you,ā Anna said proudly, sitting up a little straighter. āActually, would you mind giving her to me? Iām going to try and nurseā¦āĀ
āAlright, Iāll hand her over and I wonāt make you fight me for her but only because you just gave birth,ā he said. āNext time thoughā¦āĀ
Anna laughed good naturedly as Joel gently laid the baby in her arms.Ā
āAlright, kiddo,ā he said. āLetās get out of their hair, give them some time to relax.āĀ
He and Sarah gathered up the trash from dinner and you walked them to the elevator, Sarah pressing her face against the nursery window to look at the babies as you went.Ā
āAnd how are you doing?ā He asked as he waited for the elevator.Ā
āMe?ā You asked, brows raised. āIām fine, I didnāt just push a human being out of my body.āĀ
Joel laughed a little.
āI know but still. Itās a lot. You OK?āĀ
You thought for a moment about how powerless youād felt as Anna brought Ellie into the world, how you wished your mother had been here because she was better equipped than youād ever be, how you didnāt know how to help raise her without finding some way to ruin her.Ā
āIām alright,ā you said instead of saying any of that. āIāll get them home and settled and then weāll justā¦ see how it goes, I guess?āĀ
āThatās all you can do,ā he said, watching you with an almost soft look in his eyes. āMeant what I said before. Donāt matter what time it is, donāt matter what you need, weāll figure it out. Did it before, I can do it again. And so can you.āĀ
āThank you,ā you said, letting yourself almost fall into him. He hesitated for a moment but wrapped himself around you, his arms almost swallowing you.Ā
āYouāve got this, Goldie girl,ā he said quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple. āKnow you do.āĀ
He had to practically drag Sarah away from looking at all the babies and as you watched the elevator doors close, you wondered what youād ever done without him.Ā
Anna and Ellie were released the next day and you drove them to Annaās house at a snailās pace, trying to press the break as gently as possible when approaching a light so you wouldnāt jostle the precious cargo in the back seat.Ā
At first, things went well. Or as well as it could when there were two people with basically no experience with children trying to care for an infant. Ellie didnāt need much, after all. She mostly slept, ate and pooped.Ā
And cried. She definitely, definitely cried.Ā
By day three, you were starting to get worried about the lack of sleep for both you and for Anna. You knew how exhausted you felt, how delayed your movements seemed as you tried to go through your routine on just two or three hours of sleep for the third day in a row. Anna, you knew, had to have it worse. Sheād just given birth, after all, and was still recovering. On top of that, she was nursing Ellie.Ā
Or she was trying to, at least.Ā
After youād left the hospital, Ellie had been reluctant to latch. Sheād been doing an OK job of it before but now she seemed to do nothing but reject her motherās breast or pull away quickly while wailing, her small face scrunching and getting red as she screamed.Ā
āI know, I know, I know,ā Anna said in the afternoon on the fourth day, bouncing Ellie on her shoulder and sounding on the verge of tears. āIām sorry, Iām trying! I know youāre hungry, I know!āĀ
āMaybe we can do formula?ā You said, anxiously picking at a ragged cuticle as you watched your sister pace. āItās better if she eats at allā¦āĀ
āI should be able to fucking do this!ā Anna snapped. āIām her goddamn mother, I should be able to feed her!āĀ
āYou can,ā you said, trying to soothe her. āJustā¦ do the formula, Iāll make up a bottle, at least until we can get in to see the lactation specialist. Thatās what itās for. Itās OK, then youāre feeding herā¦ā
āNo, youāre feeding her,ā she spat. āYou bought the formula! You bought the formula and her crib and her goddamn onesie! Because I fucking failed at that, too!āĀ
āYou didnāt fail at anything!ā You said. Anna had stopped bouncing Ellie and her cries got louder. āI know itās hard right now but itās going to get better, it is.āĀ
āI need a break,ā she stalked over to you, passing the baby off and all but storming out of the room. You bounced Ellie, who kept wailing, and you resisted the urge to cry yourself before going to make her a bottle.Ā
It was that afternoon, one of the few hours a day that Ellie wasnāt crying and was instead sleeping - but not content to do it anywhere but on your chest - that you checked your phone. You had some general messages from Joel, check ins and funny pictures and offers to bring by dinner, and an update from Alyssa with information about the classes she was covering for you. There was also a text from Gale, one that sounded almost ominous.Ā
I think Iāll always regret how things played out with you.Ā
You frowned and considered texting back. Youād sent him basically nothing in months, only responding when he had a question about something related to the divorce - even though you knew that should really be going through your attorneys, but it was so hard to resist talking to him when you had the excuse. This text, however, seemed different.Ā
You opened Facebook, hoping to go to his page and find some kind of hint but you didnāt even need to go that far. Sitting at the top of your newsfeed was a picture heād been tagged in just a few hours ago, his arm around your younger, prettier replacement except, in this picture, her stomach was round, a blue dress tight over the swell near her hips as he looked at her, a tranquil smile on his face.Ā
āOur soon to be party of three!ā She had written on the post. āBaby boy Newton, coming this July!āĀ
You just stared at your phone, heart racing as your stomach felt hollowed out. Gale was having a baby. Something youād always wanted but he said was a bad idea, had really only been a bad idea because it was with you. Youād always secretly hoped that it was just an excuse, that he didnāt really want children but that wasnāt it. It was you. You were the problem.Ā
Ellie stirred from her place against your chest, starting to squirm and you could feel her start getting herself worked up.Ā
āItās OK baby girl,ā you said, your voice thick and wet. āLetās see how youāre doing, see if you need a diaper and if we can let your mom sleep a little while longer, OK?āĀ
As you tried to calm her down, you couldnāt help but remember what Gale had told you. How you werenāt nurturing, how you couldnāt be selfless enough, how youād ruin a child. How could you pretend like he was wrong? As you clutched tight to your screaming, squirming niece and tried to get her to settle or eat, how could you say that you would do anything but fail her?Ā
āAre you OK?ā Anna asked a little while later when she emerged, groggy, from her room to find you with red eyes and a tear-streaked face and her daughter in your arms.Ā
āFine,ā you said, bouncing Ellie. āIām fine.āĀ
You couldnāt tell her what Gale had said - Gale had known - about you. Not right now, not when Anna was already stressed and worried enough. Youād just have to deal with it and with the crying baby who was in your care.
And Ellie basically never stopped crying. Youād get a few hours of blessed quiet in a day but it seemed like, if she was conscious, she was screaming. You were coming up on the end of the first two weeks of her life with little understanding as to why she wasnāt able to settle and you needed to get back to work for a few days to finish out the semester.Ā
āYouāre seriously going to leave me here with her?ā Anna asked, her eyes wide.Ā
āJust for a week,ā you said. āI have to do exam review, final project presentations and office hours before exam week. I have to, Anna, Iām sorry. I can see if I can find a nanny for a few daysā¦āĀ
āNo,ā she shook her head. āDonāt. I can do this. I need to be able to do this.āĀ
āIf you start feeling overwhelmed,ā you frowned but she cut you off.Ā
āSheās my daughter,ā she said. āI can take care of my own damn daughter.āĀ
Anna insisted you go home for the work week, wanting to try things on her own since you were going to be gone all day, anyway. You brought your bags so you could do laundry and pack a fresh round of clothes and you found yourself reveling in the silence of your home when you walked into it, closing your eyes and soaking it in.Ā
Joel had picked up Puck while you were at Annaās and he said he was down to keep him for a while but, after a few hours, it was strange, rattling around your house without another soul in it. No crying baby, no frustrated sister, no playful cat. Just you and your exhaustion as you collapsed into bed.Ā
You checked in on Anna in the afternoons after work and, on Wednesday, went to Joelās for dinner, Sarah begging you to sneak her more Sprite when Joel got up to use the bathroom halfway through.Ā
āDonāt tell your dad,ā you said, filling up her cup from the two liter in the fridge.Ā
āYour secret is safe with me,ā she smiled before chugging the first half of the soda before Joel made it back to the table.Ā
You sat on the couch with Joel after dinner, Puck purring furiously on your lap after giving you the silent treatment for the first hour you were there.Ā
āIf my kid canāt sleep tonight, thatās on you,ā he said as he settled in.Ā
āWhyās that?āĀ
āBecause youāre the one who let her have more sugar,ā he said as Swiftie jumped on his lap and he started absently petting her. You gaped at him. āDonāt look so shocked. Iāve learned to watch the levels in the Coke bottles around this house with that kid.āĀ
āShe could be doing actual coke, you know,ā you said.Ā
āAt 11?āĀ
You nodded.Ā
āYouāve got it easy,ā you said.Ā
He laughed.Ā
āSuppose I do,ā he said. āHowās it going with Ellie?āĀ
āSheās still crying like crazy,ā you sighed. āItās constantā¦ā
āI told you I can come help!ā He said, incredulous.Ā
āI know!ā You replied. āBut Anna doesnāt WANT help, sheās insisting she can do it. Iām worried about her, I donāt know how clearly sheās thinking right nowā¦āĀ
āGiven how sleep deprived she is?ā Joel raised his brows. āProbably not very.āĀ
āIām this close to just having you come over anyway, whether she likes it or not,ā you said. āI donāt want her completely losing herself to this.āĀ
āBring the kid here for a bit and give her a break,ā Joel said. āI can watch āer, or I can come thereā¦āĀ
āI appreciate it,ā you sighed. āIāll bring that up to her tomorrow. We have Ellieās next check up in the afternoon, weāll see how sheās doing. Maybe the doctor will have a good suggestion, who knows.āĀ
āHope so,ā Joel said. āItāll be OK. Promise you, it will.āĀ
You almost told Joel about Gale then. About him having a baby with another woman because one of the only people who had ever been able to see you - really, truly see you - saw how bad you would be at this. But you couldnāt bring yourself to do it.Ā
Despite Joelās promise, it didnāt feel like it was going to be OK. Especially not at Ellieās check up the next afternoon. She had lost a few ounces, moving down the track for weight percentile, and Anna looked like she was about to cry.Ā
āShe wonāt nurse,ā she said, her voice thick. āShe doesnāt like the formula, what do I do?āĀ
The doctor gave her some advice that you wrote down, a glassy look on Annaās face, and drove home, worried that the doctor needed to see Ellie back in less than a week.Ā
āIām going to ruin my kid,ā Anna said when you got her home, Ellie blessedly asleep in her carseat, the only time you could reliably get her to pass out in the back of the car. āI canāt even feed her right, Iām going to destroy her when all I want to do is do the right thing for her.āĀ
āItāll be OK,ā you said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. āI can stay over tonightā¦āĀ
āNo,ā she shook her head. āMay as well finish the week out, right?āĀ
āSure,ā you said uncertainly, āIf you change your mind, just call me. Iāll be over in like 10 minutes, just call.āĀ
āRight,ā she said, giving you a tight smile before walking you out. āIām sure it will all work out.āĀ
You felt off all evening as you reviewed the final, frantic emails from students as the semester wound down. You should never have come home like this, you should have just gone to work and gone to Annaās after whether she liked it or not. You seriously considered packing up and heading over that second but just chewed on the inside of your cheek instead. It was late. Youād be back the next night. Less than 24 hours. Closer to 18 hours, actually. What could really go wrong in 18 hours?Ā
You went back to work but only lasted another few minutes when Anna texted you.Ā
Are you at home?Ā
You frowned at the phone.Ā
Yeah, whatās up? Need me to come over?Ā
She didnāt respond. You drummed your pen against the edge of your desk and tried to hold yourself back from replying. She had an infant at home, after all. She wasnāt staring at her phone.Ā
But after five minutes, you texted again.Ā
Is everything OK? Is Ellie OK? Are you OK?Ā
You stared at the screen, willing her to respond. Another few minutes passed when you saw the bubble pop up, saying she was typing.Ā
Check your front porch.Ā
You frowned, picking up your phone and going to respond when another message appeared.Ā
Iām so sorry.Ā
āAnna?ā You said, even though she wasnāt there to hear you. Your heart raced as you frantically called her. It rang once and then went to voicemail. āFuck!āĀ
You sprinted for your front door, grabbing your keys from the bowl in your entryway and ripping the door open and you stopped in your tracks.Ā
Sitting there, on your front stoop and in her carseat and next to a diaper bag, was Ellie.Ā
āHey sweetheart,ā you said softly, picking up the carrier and folding the handle back, carrying her gently inside and setting the carseat on the kitchen table. āJust going to make sure youāre all OKā¦āĀ
You pulled back the blanket that had been tucked around her. She was all strapped into the carrier, her little legs and arms pulled in tight to her torso. You almost cried in relief when you saw her tiny chest rising and falling.Ā
āSo whereās your mama baby girl?ā You asked, watching her as you pulled up Annaās number and dialed again. This time it rang out. You werenāt sure if that was better or worse.Ā
You tried to keep calm as you texted her.Ā
If you donāt answer Iām calling 911.
You gave her a few seconds to see the message before you called her and she picked up on the first ring this time.Ā
āI told you, Iām sorry,ā she said, her voice wet.Ā
āSorry for what?ā You asked. āAnna, justā¦ just come here, we can talk about thisā¦āĀ
āTalk about what?ā She cut you off. āAbout the fact that I canāt do anything right by my own kid? I canāt even fucking feed her right, you heard the doctor todayā¦āĀ
āWe can figure it out,ā you said quickly. āDoingā¦ whatever it is youāre doing is not the answer. Just come here, weāll take care of it together, we always do andā¦āĀ
āNo, no there is no we,ā she said. āYou always fix it, you always handle it, not me. Iām just ruining her, Iām bad for her, Iām not capable of this. She should be yours not mine, sheāsā¦ she deserves better than me andā¦āĀ
āNo,ā you said, trying not to panic. āNo, youāre her mother, what she needs is you! Anna, donāt do this, donātā¦āĀ
āItās not forever,ā she said. āIām justā¦ Iām going away for a little while. I need to be better for her. Iāll come back when I can. Take care of her for me, OK?āĀ
āAnna, no, Anna donāt-āĀ
You didnāt get a chance to finish. She hung up and you frantically tried to call her back but it just went straight to voicemail.Ā
āFuck,ā you teared up, looking down at your infant niece in her carrier. She was so small, she needed so much, so much you werenāt capable of giving her.Ā
You couldnāt remember the last time youād been this afraid of anything, all the hope and potential carried in Ellieās tiny body now resting on your shoulders. What were you supposed to do with all of that? When all you were capable of was failing?
You were about to do the only thing he could think to do - call Joel - when Ellie made one of her small noises, one that came just before she started crying and, sure enough, half a second later, she was wailing, her little legs kicking out as she did.Ā
āHey now,ā you said, desperate to soothe her. āYouāre OK baby girl. Iāve got you. Iāll take care of you.āĀ
Anna had, at least, left the base to the carseat and a container of formula with the diaper bag on your porch. That, plus the things youād stocked your house with so you could take Ellie for a few hours or even a day if Anna needed, made it so you could look after her without needing to make a store run for a day or two. You tried to focus on looking after her as best you could even though you had never felt so lost before in your life.
You moved all your office hours for Friday to virtual and did your best to take them with Ellie there, but it was hard. She was inconsolable all day. Every now and then, she would settle against you but then she seemed to realize that you were wrong. You didnāt feel like her mother or smell like her mother and you werenāt who was supposed to be taking care of her. It was like she could sense the thing about yourself that scared you most.
Things got worse as the day wore on. Youād been up with her all night and youād had to take advantage of her brief periods of sleep to work that day and it seemed like she was getting more and more upset as the night wore on. She shoved her bottle away, her tiny face scrunched tight as she screamed.Ā
āCome on,ā you said, crying right alongside her. āYouā¦ you have to eat something, I know Iām not your mom but you canāt justā¦ you have to eat, please just eat something I promise youāll feel better if you do.āĀ
She didnāt listen. She just cried in your arms and all you could think about was what Gale had told you. Heād been right about so many things, of course he was right about this, too.Ā
āMaybe youāre just too worked up,ā you said, carrying her to her car seat and setting her gently inside it. āJustā¦ going to try to calm you down, maybe then itāll be OK.āĀ
You didnāt know if that would work but you were desperate. You carried her to the car and triple checked that she was secure before just driving. She liked the car, she always quieted down in the car. This had to help. It had to.Ā
Something had to.Ā
But it didnāt. You werenāt sure just how long youād been driving aimlessly, Ellie wailing in the back seat, but you couldnāt keep doing this. Not to her.Ā
You werenāt sure how but you found yourself outside Joelās house. It was dark outside, the glow of light from inside the houses on his street warm and welcoming and you wished, desperately, that you belonged with that light. That you could be somewhere soft and nurturing and where Ellie would be cared for the way she deserved, not the way you managed to ruin everything you touched.Ā
You gave up on stopping your own tears. Instead, you got out of the car and unhooked Ellieās carseat from the base, looping your arm through the handle and carrying it to Joelās front door. You knocked, even though you were sure he could hear the baby crying, and it was only a few seconds before he opened it.Ā
āGoldie?ā He asked, looking you up and down, his eyes soft and wide. āWhatās going on? Whatā¦āĀ
āPlease, Joel,ā you said, holding the carrier tightly against yourself. āI need your help.āĀ
Next Chapter
A/N: Poor Goldie, Ellie and Anna! Stuff is ROUGH for them right now but don't worry, Joel is now on the scene.
We'll just have to see what a lot of stress and desperation from Goldie while Joel is being hot and paternal makes happen š
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Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: Kill a Dragon, Rez a Falin
I just like when they're friends like this :)
This, too, is taken from another post, but truly this dynamic is sooo funny of
Chilchuck: I am not a fighter!
Chilchuck, any time he has any sort of ranged weapon: [aims with pinpoint accuracy]
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This is just literally that moment in every Miraculous Ladybug episode where everything goes gray and the things Marinette is about to use for a Plan "light up" one by one in red with black spots. Please someone draw fanart of this. And maybe an entire Miraculous Ladybug AU. Yes I think Kabru would have to be Chat Noir - in terms of deuteragonist-ness is SHOULD be Marcille, but she and Laios just doesn't have enough of a bizarre push and pull Dynamic. We need real character foils to pull off that relationship square.
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Raw fucking dialogue.
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THE PERIODIC ADS ON THIS SITE FOR PRINTING OR CLOTHING OR SHOES REALLY ADD TO THE EXPERIENCE.
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Agh agh agh, looking at this, thinking about Namari's explanation of how much body mass you can lose before resurrection gets harder...
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Carving this tunnel into the dragon and physically walking in emphasizes how big it was much more than anything we saw while it was alive, and it's sooo cool.
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This ad was a great millisecond of cliffhanger, unironically.
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These opening pages of the next chapter are so devastating. After all the movement of the fight, this simple layout and minimal dialogue make the grief and horror and just emptiness, emptiness where Falin should be, where hope for Falin should be, ring like a low and broken bell. Driven in just a little deeper by Laios admitting he doesn't know a monsters fact (warg bones vs human bones) - there is helplessness, too. He's just doing the only thing he can, which is so little, in all this terrible caesura.
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And then this! Marcille and Laois don't have the messy meatiness of relationship to carry and Miraculous Ladybug love square, but they are JOINTLY the parallel to the Mad Mage, and that's fascinating. They're on the same page here: Laios's "No" isn't just the denial of grief, it's a flat "That's not what we'll do." This is Laios - of course he's already thinking about how the red dragon is perfectly functional meat. As is Marcille, at last 100% in-step with him re: monsters = meat, here in the final steps to save Falin. With magic and drive and an absolute determination to save Falin, they're going to walk hand in hand into the darkness, and if something in their devours them (or their party, or the surface world...) - well, it'll have to beat them first, because throughout this world it's eat or be eaten, and those who want it most, win.
(And it IS fascinating that they do this while, so far as I've seen, basically remaining at the relationship tier of "good friends/in-laws." This isn't Found Family, it's Found Really Good Co-Workers; and I LOVE that.)
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THE PARALLEL COMPOSITION AND DIALOGUE TO THE ABOVE SCREENSHOT WHEN LAIOS WENT TO KILL THE DRAGON THOUGH!! I'M FERAL!!!
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Obsessed with the decision to frame this as a monster meal.
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Blood! In! Hair! Blood! In! Hair! Man, when I saw that post saying this wished this show was in the show, I vaguely assumed her hair had gotten messed up in the fight but she didn't bother to fix it for the ritual; but in fact her hair was braided literally 1 panel ago - she undid that and DELIBERATELY (or at least uncaringly) ran her bloody hand through it.
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YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS AS COOL AS THIS PANEL! Oh fuck yeah, eyes went white. That's when you know the magic is awesome.
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HUNGER AND EATING AS A SIGN, SYMPTOM, STIPULATION AND SYNECDOCHE OF BEING ALIVE!!!
Alas, but with good okay slightly postponed and belated timing I must now go to bed.
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06. brain food ā
writing in-between cuts!
a quiet knock on the door catches your attention, which was previously focused on scrolling through random shows on Netflix. a weird feeling, you get. an emotion that seems to be the love-child of excitement and nervousness. there's no time to run away from these feelings, though, so you get up and open the door for the poor boy who's been hauling 3 bags of food.
"my god" he sighs, setting the bags down on the coffee table. "i think my stomach has eyes. there's no way we're finishing all this in one night." you laugh, noticing how he's holding his arm out of pain. "i've definitely done the same, more times than i'd like to admit-- here, sit down for a bit." gesturing to the couch, you sit down and pat a spot relatively close to you. he takes this offer with open arms, considering he'd walked pretty far. "sorry i took a while, hopefully i didn't keep you waiting too long?" his hands fidget together as he takes in your room. it's the size of a triple, but you have it to yourself. it's quite surprising how nice the school treats transfer students, considering how main students are usually shoved into a tiny room with 2-3 other people. you place your hand upon his; a ballsy move, but you know how it feels to be anxious about things. you don't want him to be anxious with you. "it's fine, really. i don't mind waiting for you." you smile, moving your hand back to it's previous position. embarrassment clearly runs through his body, but to you he just looked starstruck. after a moment of pushing these feelings back, he returns your smile. "i'm glad, then. um, can we eat? i fear my stomach is going to wrinkle up if we don't." "yes yuuta, we can eat."
"okay, okay. this seems good for now, i think?" he sits back from the laptop you two have been sharing, taking a second to re-read the outline. your eyes scan the page as well; it's a very.. rough outline. you start laughing at the last few lines, where he'd begun to give up on being professional. after all, only you two will see this draft. "why are you laughing?" he pouts, thinking you're making fun of the ideas laid out. "oh relax," you lean back with him, realizing he's gotten much closer than before. "i can just tell that you were rushing writing the final scene." his head whips to you and a hand clutches his chest, feigning shock; a sarcastic gasp falls from his lips. "how could you! we worked very hard on this!" your hand pushes his away from his chest, the both of them landing on his lap. "oh, shut up. i'm just teasing." he huffs anyways, a facade you've become accustomed to. after all, one of your best friends is nobara kugisaki.
reaching to a stuffed dog to your side, you hand it to him. "here, will an emotional support dog help?" he sighs, wrapping it in his arms. "i suppose." laughing again, you sit up and grab the laptop once more. "you're so dumb." he grips the toy more, you don't realize it, but he likes the way it smells of lavender just like you do. "what are you doing now, don't you think its enough for tonight?" you stop to think, after sending the draft to your phone. "well, we'll need to send casting calls to the neighboring schools sometime soon.. but i guess we can be done for now." he closes the laptop for you and places it on the table once again, looking back. "good, we can do that another time-" his sentence is cut off due to his phone practically blowing up in the room over. "sorry," he starts, getting up and handing the stuffed dog back to you. "let me go check on that."
"hey, sorry again. my friends were blowing up my phone for some reason." he comes back into the room where you two were sitting before, unsure if he should sit back down. he can't read your face, and you can't read his either, despite you both feeling the same way. "it's okay. you can sit back down if you want to stay a bit longer..?" you look down for a split second, anticipating the rejection he was about to give you. "i was looking for shows before you got here, but i couldn't find a good one." you try to convey what you say as a question, but it almost comes out as a plea. he doesn't say anything immediately, and you almost get upset? looking back up, you realize he's already getting ready to sit back down with you. "i'd love to stay. i also have an amazing suggestion for a show." your eyes light up, and it feels like the room filled with more air the way you both sighed with relief. "oh really?" you tease him, as he takes back the toy he'd left with you. "lay it on me then."
fun facts -> TWO PEOPLE PINING FOR EACHOTHER BUT NEITHER KNOW IT!!!! a classic trope. chefs kiss. yuuta offered to go get snacks not only because he was starving, but he also needed time to calm himself down before going to y/n's dorm. he was scared. scared that he'd say something stupid, give her the ick, embarrass himself. you know, the works. once he got there though, it felt like he never wanted to go home again.
-> GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCh. screams. kicking my feet like a little girl writing this chapter.
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Bound: The Bucket List, by GallaPlacidia
This is actually a gift, but I'm taking a risk that my pal Lately isn't on Tumblr enough to know about this thing, lol. (Lately, if you see this: surprise? Merry Christmas?)
This is, of course, a bind of GallaPlacidia's fic The Bucket List. Galla's fic is no longer on AO3 but is available if you make a very small effort to locate it, which you should if you haven't already done so.
First off: huge thanks to @sits-bound who spotted me their typeset of the fic when mine was not behaving at all. I owe them thanks for this, for their choice for Draco's handwriting (which became quite a Theme for me as I went), and their help in figuring out toner-activated foil, which I used on the endpapers.
Secondly: the UK folks among you will, I hope, recognize this binding as an homage to the Oxford Black n' Red notebook. I wanted to create this binding to look as though it might be Draco's actual bucket list notebook, so I went with this theme in the colour choices and cover design, down to the name tag label (made from HTV) that I imagine Galla's Draco slapping on haphazardly as he frantically began his list.
I made Draco's version of the notebook just slightly different, of course -- with Galla's name in place of the text "black n' red", the name tag, and the little Aelfgifu crest in place of the Oxford one on the original.
(Aside: Aelfgifu is a bit of an inside joke with me and Lately, as we have spent a lot of time imagining a magical college within Cambridge called Aelfgifu College, as well as Draco and Harry's different academic journeys, their collegiate romance, etc., without ever writing more than a few hundred words of same, whoops. But! The college has a crest now! Maybe it'll get a story to go with it!)
This is a favorite, tip-top fic for Lately, and it's up there for me too. I don't think I need to dwell on Galla's brilliance as it's well-known in the fandom. But it was a treat to create my own typeset and bind for this fic. (I kept my first attempt as a personal copy, warts and all.)
More process under the cut.
Materials: Nothing extraordinary here except (as noted) the foiled endpapers. I used 1 mm board to create proper Bradel boards with a notch for the spine piece.
Process: A three-piece Bradel! My first!
I could have done a quarter bind (as the actual commercial notebook uses) but I wanted to learn a true Bradel three-piece bind for a non-fandom bind and this was my chance to try it out. Verdict: kinda neat, and handy when foiling directly to bookcloth (which I did not do here, but did for the non-fannish bind.) Endbands are machine-made and boring. (The actual commercial notebook has no endbands but I couldn't go that far.)
The typeset was fun. Galla's writing is very dialogue-driven, which means a lot of paragraph breaks, which leads to some interesting page break challenges, but in the end it came out nicely. I enjoyed setting Draco's letters, the Prophet article, and the Witch Weekly gossip column. And I had too much fun dropping random shit into the half-title page.
Re the endpapers: yes, I did comb through the fic and pull out all the numbered bucket list items, then all the non-numbered ones referred to in passing, which I then numbered and slotted into the list for the endpapers. I regret nothing. (Not pictured: for the back endpaper, the list is identical except I went through and struck out all the items Draco knocked off his list in the course of the story.)
I still don't own a colour printer! But I do own a little tiny photo printer (Canon Selphy) which is what I used to print the Aelfgifu crest, which I then just cut out and glued on. I like the shiny quality, even if it probably should be more like printed HTV in texture.
I'm quite delighted with the cover design. This one was so fun!
#bookbinding#fanbinding#case binding#three-piece bradel binding#gallaplacidia#the bucket list#drarry fanbinding#drarry#hp fanbinding
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There is nothing wrong with a person who wears adult diapers. Those are an aid, a tool, to help that person be more mobile and preserve their dignity.
If someone has tremors in their hands and needs help picking up everyday objects, that doesn't take away from who they are as a person. There's no dishonor in muscular tremors.
If someone can't see or hear, or can only see or hear with aid of a tool, a piece of technology, that's fine! Here's a really simple one: so many of us wear glasses because our eyes can't do the thing on their own.
Having disabilities doesn't take away from who a person is. Mocking someone for needing aid to do things, however, is morally repugnant. And using ableism to put down or mock someone who themselves is morally reprehensible is still never ok.
It is important for all of us to re-examine how we, too, perform ableist acts in our daily lives. Here are some simple ones:
Stop using ableist words (check out this page: https://www.autistichoya.com/p/ableist-words-and-terms-to-avoid.html).
Stop calling disabled people "inspirational" and using them as a way to say "if they can do it then so can you" (see: paralympic commentaries from the same people who still support organizations like Autism Speaks -- https://www.themarysue.com/the-autism-speaks-controversy-explained/).
Stop mocking people for not being able to move the way you think they should move.
Stop calling bigots "crazy" (their bigotry isn't a mental illness).
Stop saying that "only disabled and immuno-compromised people are at risk from COVID-19" when what is unsaid after that is "so that's why I don't need to care about it or take any precautions."
Stop calling someone "blind" or "deaf" when they're being ignorant.
Stop making fun of someone for taking an elevator or using a motorized scooter at the store.
Eliminate the stigma of disabled people asking for accessibility by making things accessible in the first place.
When you're in a position to design things, physical or otherwise (buildings, software, apps), think about accessibility.
Actively learn from disability activists, what things are actually helpful and actually accessible. Incorporate those things into your design.
Hire and elevate to positions of leadership people with disabilities (and if your gut response is "but we hire by merit," I challenge you: are you telling me you don't think disabled folks can perform the duties of leaders in your organization? What are you saying, exactly?).
Change your organization to be supportive to disabled employees, and get rid of policies that marginalize them.
There's a whole LOT of ableism weaved in to literally everything. Even if we don't get it all in one go (and we won't), it's important to put in the work to do better.
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Before someone comments with these:
"what's wrong with people?"
Ableism is EVERYWHERE, it is in EVERYTHING in this world and we have to actively work against it. Don't assume you're exempt. None of us are.
"who says these things?" "who does these things?"
A lot of people. A lot of people you might love. A lot of people that might include us (likely, actually). These mostly aren't monsters in alleyways saying and doing ableist things.
It's the nurse getting annoyed at the person using a wheelchair for having their wheelchair there. It's the dude at the gym who tells his friend that if those paralympians can do it, they definitely can do it. It's the person who keeps telling their friend with long covid to just do more yoga. It's the liberal angry at Trump who mocks him by saying he wears adult diapers. It's the person who builds a business branded and marketed on being kumbaya "we're so progressive" but they made their doors so heavy that they're hard for anyone to open and definitely impossible to open for a wheelchair user. It's the boomer telling a young person using a disabled parking spot that young people can't be disabled. It is literally everywhere. It's that guy telling disabled people they shouldn't be out past sunset ("we're disabled, Daniel, we're not werewolves."--Jen L Rossman).
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Reading list, obviously not exhaustive:
https://thebodyisnotanapology.com/magazine/14-black-disabled-women-reminding-us-of-our-power/
https://thedailytexan.com/2018/03/23/stop-using-ableist-language-and-call-out-others-who-use-it
https://www.autistichoya.com/p/ableist-words-and-terms-to-avoid.html
https://www.tolerance.org/magazine/no-joking-matter-words-and-disability
https://diaryofadisabledperson.blog/
https://www.thegauntlet.news/p/disabled-peoples-exclusion-from-indoor
https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/being-grabbed-pushed-touched-without-27376323
https://www.sociability.app/blog/the-medical-vs-social-model-of-disability
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My heart speaks for you (Part 2)
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Pairing: Eris x f!reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: angsty fluff?, angst, hints of anxiety, anxiety attack, nightmare
Summary: Y/n is the youngest child of the High Lord of the Night Court and lives a slightly different life than the rest of her family. But what happens, when an unexpected visitor enters the stage and decides to completely change her life?
A/N: Hey guys! It took me a bit longer to write this chapter than I had planned to (accidentally deleted a part of the story ups) but finally did it! And I recommend you listen to "Remember that night" by Sara Kays and "The night we met" by Lord Huron.
Anyway, enjoy reading! š
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Six days. Six days had passed since the incident in the conference room. Six tough days and not a single glimpse of him. No word, no letter, no message of any kind.
The water of the Sidra washed up on the shore in mesmerising waves, each time stealing a bit more of the glittering sand. Sunlight reflected off the mirrored surface, magically illuminating the facade of the River House.Ā
The hammock I sat in swayed gently in the afternoon breeze and, thanks to Elain, the sun didnĀ“t bother me too much. My aunt had planted two Illyrian oaks in our garden the year I was born, providing shade now that they had grown from tiny sprouts into strong, sturdy trees. As I became older, I found my favourite reading spot underneath them. They stood a few feet from the River House and were the perfect place to relax and simply be.Ā
A piece of bark crumbled onto the pages of the book I was holding right now. `Feathers and FireĀ“ was written in large, ornate letters on the leather-bound cover. Nesta had borrowed me one of her novels to keep me company, as I had spent the last few days mostly by myself.Ā
I give up! After reading the same paragraph for the third time in a row, I finally slammed the book shut. I had really tried to concentrate on the story in the last hour, but my mind had drifted off more than once. And always back to the same place.Ā
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I was in shock. Or so I thought, as I couldnĀ“t think clearly. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding so loudly that all of Velaris mustĀ“ve heard it.
Mate. Eris Vanserra was my mate.Ā
I couldnĀ“t believe it. I mean, he doesnĀ“t even know me?
The beige sofa under my legs felt too soft, as if it wanted to pull me into a hug and never let go. And the ticking clock on the opposite wall made my ears twitch in annoyance, so I decided to get up and pace around the living room, trying to quiet my mind. I was massaging my temples to ground myself a little when a soft touch stopped me in my tracks. Small, gentle fingers starting to trail along my shoulder in a soothing rhythm.Ā
āSweetheart, look at me, please.ā My motherĀ“s calm voice made me turn to her. āEverythingĀ“s going to be all right.ā She radiated pure love. āWhatever happens next, I want you to know youĀ“re not alone. IĀ“m here for you, okay, honey?ā It helped slow down my racing heart a little, but not enough. I sincerely hoped my father and his brothers hadnĀ“t beaten Eris to death just out of anger.Ā
Just as I thought of them, three men winnowed into the living room. With long strides, my father rushed towards me, some of his darkness still clinging onto him, and cupped my face with both hands. āDarling, are you all right? Are you hurt? Do you need anything?ā He asked worriedly as he inspected me for any injuries, whatever he was looking for.Ā
I withdrew from his grasp, spun around once to show him I was fine, and put on my most reassuring smile to calm his worries, making his tensed muscles relax. āIĀ“m so sorry. I never wanted you to see this.ā Regret seeped into his voice. āButā¦ā He paused, visibly struggling to find his next words. āDid the bond snap for you too?ā The question caught me entirely off guard, as I thought he was angry with me, trying to argue. I could almost feel my family holding their breath, dreading my answer. Silky hair fell around my face, casting tender shadows on my features as I shook my head. A quick glance at my parents and I knew they were having a silent conversation. Sweat formed on my palms as I unconsciously clenched my hand into a fist. With each passing second, an unpleasant feeling returned to my stomach, making me want to throw up.
It spread even further when my father turned his attention back to me, and my heart sank as I noticed the sudden change in his expression. A completely blank canvas. The mask of a High Lord. Others probably wouldnĀ“t see through his masquerade of deceit. But I could. I did. I had studied his features over the years, every time he put it on. How his jaw tightened just an inch, noticeable only to the trained eye. How his eyes shimmered in a more vibrant shade of violet. IĀ“d seen him in his role so many times that IĀ“d learned to watch out for him. The real him. Not the High Lord, but my father. He kept his face sealed, but I could see what he hid behind that mask. Fury over Eris. His worry. But the strongest emotion was his love for me.Ā
āI want you to stay away from him. Or even talk to him.ā Someone had just knocked all the air out of my lungs and punched me in the guts. I hadnĀ“t been braced for what was to come. My pulse skipped a beat and the blood in my veins began to boil. He canĀ“t do this! Voices shouted in my head and a lump formed in the back of my throat. But why? I didnĀ“t even know Eris, even though he was my mate. I shouldnĀ“t be so disappointed. He is practically a stranger.Ā
At a loss for words, I stared at my parents. āWe donĀ“t want to make decisions about your life, but Eris is a... complicated man.ā my mother interjected. You mean dangerous.Ā
āWait, Eris is your mate?ā I flinched and turned around, only to spot my brother hidden in the darkness with a shit-eating grin on his face. āFinally something interesting is happening.ā he chuckled, earning him a slap on the neck from Cass. āHey!ā he cried out as my father shot him a warning glare before continuing his lecture. āDarling, listen. We only want to protect you and make sure you donĀ“t get hurt. And Eris is not good company. He has proven that several times in the past. So please believe us when we tell you to stay away from him. We have our reasons.ā And what are they? A knot tightened in my stomach when I heard Azriel whispering from behind: āEspecially after what he did to Mor.ā
But he is my mate! Even if we donĀ“t know each other well, donĀ“t I have the right to figure out whatĀ“s happening between us? My mind screamed at me. Say something! Anything! You know you can! I forced my thoughts to shut down. We would not have this conversation now. Fight back! But I didnĀ“t. I understood that my parents were trying to protect me. They were angry, no doubt, but with the love in their eyes, I couldnĀ“t argue against them.Ā
So I only looked up and nodded, giving them a coy smile, even though it felt wrong. So terribly wrong.Ā
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This moment had been stuck in my head for the past few days. Although IĀ“d agreed not to approach Eris, somehow I still hoped he would talk to me. Maybe to explain when and how the bond had snapped for him.Ā
Starlight? Az is waiting for you in the training ring.
Oh, right. I looked at the sun, which was already sinking deeper into the sky. Uncle Az had asked me yesterday if I wanted to train with him. We usually met at the same time every week to train, but over the last few days he had become more careful around me, giving me more space.
I quickly stowed the book away, not wanting Nesta to get upset if something happened to her beloved book. Changing into my fighting gear, I winnowed to meet Azriel.Ā
āFaster!ā Azriel shouted, lunging forward, but not fast enough. I sidestepped his punch to the right, and in the brief moment his defence was down, I landed three swift blows to his ribs. He groaned in pain and tried to sweep me off my feet in one smooth motion. Just as I was about to dive again, my back hit the sandy ground, Truthteller at my throat. A sweaty Azriel lay on top of me.Ā
He pulled me up, brushing the sand from my clothes. āThat wasnĀ“t too bad, but youĀ“re less focused today.ā A questioning look crossed his face for a second as he looked down at me, then it returned to his usual straight expression.
I opened my mouth slightly as if to reply, but shrugged instead and walked towards the edge of the training ground, breathing heavily. Az only threw a knowing look in my direction. He knows. He knows how I feel.Ā
We had been training for about two hours and I didnĀ“t know how my muscles were still able to keep me standing, but anyway, I was grateful for them when I winnowed us back to the River House for dinner.Ā
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After a quick shower, I now sat opposite to my brother at the wooden table eating dinner and it was truly a symphony for the senses. Wine glasses clinking. Knives scraping against plates. The aromatic scent of grilled steak and vegetables wafting through the room as my family engaged in a huge debate about who had the biggest wingspan. All I could do was smile at the silliness of it all and feel it seep into my soul.Ā
My father stroked my back lazily beside me, probably to keep calm, as Nyx started throwing peas across the table at Cassian, who dodged them. It really was ridiculous. āSeriously! A little decency, please!ā Amren hissed at this `display of strengthĀ“. Mor chuckled, āTheyĀ“re Illyrians. Do you really think their egos would just ignore it if someone with bigger wings came along?ā My mother nearly choked on her wine at this comment, earning an amused look from her husband. āCan we all just calm down a little before the whole dining room is decorated with pieces of food?ā A quick, stern glance around the table from the High Lord and everyone resumed eating, interrupted now and then by a few giggles.
Ten minutes had passed, and the others had just finished chatting about upcoming events in Velaris, when Amren apparently decided to break the comfortable silence. āSo y/n. Has anything been happening with the Autumn Heir lately?ā The wicked smirk on her face made her look like a cat that had caught a mouse to play with. All of a sudden, the room fell silent and everyone stopped eating. I felt my father stiffen beside me, his muscles tense. āAmren.ā Azriel warned, a low growl escaping his throat. āWhat? Just a sincere question.ā Not impressed by his threatening face. Not in the slightest.
Of course, the incident with Eris had spread around the River House throughout the last few days, fuelling rumours, but the others hadnĀ“t said anything to me yet. I should have guessed that it was only a matter of time until the tension would blow up.
I think I might throw up. I certainly wasnĀ“t in the mood to talk about it with my family. Not today. My blood froze as I gathered the strength to look into AmrenĀ“s cold, steely eyes, which were fixed directly on me. She didnĀ“t even flinch when my father shot her a terrifying glare that would send shivers down your spine.Ā
Words began to flow into my mind, begging to be heard and a familiar feeling crept through my entire body, making my nerves go blank. It felt like I couldnĀ“t breathe.Ā
āAre you all right, dear? You look a bit pale.ā she said, making me feel even more nauseous. āAmren, donĀ“t.ā Everyone had stopped breathing by now. āYou donĀ“t have to answer her question, darling.ā My fatherĀ“s hand darted out to graze my fingers, but I pulled back at the sensation. āYou are his mate y/n, arenĀ“t you? Must be desperate to know why.ā āEnough!ā Pure darkness collected in the corners of the dining room, ready to consume everything. IĀ“d never seen my father so pissed off. āWhy would you say such a thing?ā Mor uttered. āExactly! SheĀ“s my sister, IĀ“m the only one allowed to make fun of her!ā, Nyx joined in. āIĀ“m in the mood for some trouble.ā she responded honestly, taking a sip from her wine glass, completely untroubled.Ā
Everyone began to talk over each other, making it difficult to distinguish the individual voices. Tears welled up in my eyes as I covered my ears. The noise was becoming too much to bear. I sniffled, holding back a cry as I stood up and took a few steps away from the table. My chair scraped along the floor, causing everyone to turn around to me and all the shouting stopped. The tears began to trickle down my cheeks as my mother noticed them first, āSweetheart, weĀ“re so sorry.ā She stood up too. āWe didn't mean to make you cry.ā Mor tried to reassure me, guilt clouding her voice. Everything felt too overwhelming. Leave. Walk away. Get out of this situation.Ā
āStarlight, come here. ItĀ“ll be fine.ā He took a few steps in my direction, but I quickly held my hand up in front of him to keep a distance between me and my father.Ā
āY/n. Darling, weĀ“reā¦ā But he stopped when I shook my head and scowled at him. Stared at all of them, anger written on my face, before I winnowed to my room. Leaving them all guilty and silent.Ā
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With my back against the door, I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my face. ItĀ“s my life! I get to decide how I deal with Eris! Why do they keep talking about it like it isnĀ“t my decision? Like itĀ“s not my life?Ā
My nails scraped the floor, attempting to hold on to something, anything, as I spiralled down a path I didnĀ“t want to go. A guttural sound escaped my lips as my hand clenched into a fist and slammed into the expensive wood panels beneath me. Pain shot through my knuckles, making me want to scream. Anger. Fear. Emptiness. These emotions ran through my mind as my body shook with sobs. Why canĀ“t I just talk? I want to, but I canĀ“t... I donĀ“t know... the words just wonĀ“t come out when I try. It made me even angrier when I thought about it. Do I not feel safe enough around my own family to talk to them? Or is there something wrong with me?Ā
A knot formed in my stomach. I had never had a big problem with myself before. Not with my body, nor with my inability to speak to others. But now I wished, longed to talk to someone. Just someone who understood me. Someone who...
A certain scent wafted through the room making me pay attention. Was that smoke? I sat up straighter to observe my own bedroom. Books were scattered across the floor and the door to the neighbouring bathroom was open. My bed was made, covered in indigo silk sheets that shimmered slightly in the moonlight streaming in through the closed windows. A few plants hung from the frescoed ceiling. Nothing more.
My eyes were no longer watery and my heartbeat had stabilised. But I could still smell that there was... something. Parchment.
I looked over at my desk, which was littered with various rolls of parchment, papers and pencils of all kinds. But right in the middle. Something had changed.Ā
Slowly, on shaky legs, I got up and walked over to my desk. A crimson envelope lay there, and next to it a shiny golden feather with light brown spots. I couldnĀ“t remember putting anything like that here. It smelled of an open fire, fresh rain and a hint of vanilla.Ā
Deep down I knew who must have sent it. I opened the letter with trembling hands.
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Hello Princess,
Do you remember the night we met? To be honest, I canĀ“t forget you. Standing on the balcony in your stunning gown, watching the stars fall upon you, even though they couldnĀ“t diminish your appearance. At first I wasnĀ“t sure how to approach you, but I did it anyway.
And it turned out to be one of the most wonderful nights I have ever had, and I wanted to thank you for it.
I could almost hear him chuckling to himself as a warmth filled my heart.
As you probably know by now, I'm your mate, but I donĀ“t want you to feel obligated to anything that concerns me. It is your decision whether or not you wish to meet with me. ( Though I wouldnĀ“t mind, of course)Ā
A blush spread across my tear-stained cheeks and I instinctively smiled. He had thought of me. He really had. My heart melted like snow in early spring. Something about him made me feel complete and understood.Ā
But if thatĀ“s the case, winnow to the border of Autumn in two days. IĀ“ll be waiting for you under a birch tree when the sun sets. You canĀ“t miss it. Sleep well, Princess!Ā
His letter also contained a small note.Ā
(Oh, the feather and the paper you write on will appear on my desk as soon as you write back).
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I was speechless. Not just because he had thought of me or wanted to meet me. No. But because he would let me decide for myself. He wouldnĀ“t force me to accept the bond, even if it hadnĀ“t snapped for me yet.Ā
Not wanting to think clearly at the moment, I did the only thing that seemed right. I broke the agreement with my parents.Ā
I pulled out the chair, sat down, picked up the quill and wrote back.Ā
Half an hour later, I was lying in my bed, surrounded by fluffy pillows and a gentle night breeze caressing my form. A few candles were lit to provide some sort of night light.Ā
Just as I was falling asleep, footsteps came from the hallway and my bedroom door creaked as it slowly opened.Ā I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, not wanting to talk to whoever it was.Ā āDarling, are you still awake?ā My fatherĀ“s voice echoed through the room as he peeked out from behind the door.Ā
Just breathe. He wonĀ“t recognise it.
And he didnĀ“t. He only walked over to my bed and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind my ear, while the last thing I heard was him whispering: āIĀ“m deeply sorry, Starlight.ā before he silently walked out of my room, leaving me alone.Ā
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Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not the slightest flicker of light. Total darkness consumed everything around me. No light, nor sun, nor any kind of something... soft. Something to keep me warm as the cold crept up my body, like a hidden shadow from the depths of darkness.Ā
I gasped for some air to reach my lungs, but all I could inhale was dust. Air! I need air! My lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen and a tingling sensation shot through my entire being.
I felt like a flame being smothered as a deep, dark wave crashed over me, trying to drown me, as if I were nothing. As if I didnĀ“t matter.Ā
The darkness drew closer with each passing second. Minute? Hour? Time didnĀ“t matter in this place of emptiness. A place without walls or windows or even solid ground. The only things that trapped me were my own thoughts and the giant beast I couldnĀ“t see, but felt. It swallowed everything around it as its claws raked along my skin, my soul, leaving scratches all over me.
I screamed, but all that came out of my mouth was... nothing. Every sound, no matter how small, was absorbed by the emptiness of this place.Ā
My body was drenched in sweat and my voice must have been hoarse by now from screaming my heart out for I donĀ“t know how long. Slowly my body was losing consciousness and I was drifting further and further into the devouring void as I frantically tried to breathe. Please! I need to breathe! My heart stuttered for a moment. Help... help me! Somebody! Please, I... Hot tears streamed down my face and my eyes slowly closed as I was suffocated and drowned by the beast that guarded this place. My body went limp, tired from fighting.Ā
A gentle brush of soft fur against my back was the last thing I felt as I drifted into nothingness.Ā
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I jolted out of my sleep, my heart racing and the sheets beneath me damp with sweat. YouĀ“re awake! Everything is fine! I placed my hand over my chest, feeling my pulse slowly steady as I realised it was all just a nightmare. The silver curtains swayed slightly at the open windows and the moon shone so brightly I had to blink my eyes. `Shh, itĀ“s all right, Little one. IĀ“m hereĀ“ it yearned to say. My breathing had normalised and I ran a hand through my sticky hair. It was just a dream. I lay back and tried to sleep again, but I knew it was going to be a long night.Ā
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The Simply Plural 1.11 Beta
Hello, in this post I'm gonna talk about the new beta from simply plural that was released on August 14, 2024
Subtopics:
What are the new futures?
How each feature works
Friends glitch/bug
Custom fields glitch/bug
Buckets glitch/bug
Other noticeable bugs
Extra things
Final thoughts
Now that we know what it's going to be in this post let's dive into it!
What are the new features?
This beta provides some new features, most of them suggestions that were previously asked a lot of times that finally got implemented
Privacy buckets which works as a new privacy system for the app
Ability to change the default setting of privacy
Group moving finally implemented
Easier access to read groups descriptions
Ability to cancel editing
Resizing images with markdown
How each feature works
Privacy buckets:
The privacy buckets is a new function that was suggested for a long time, with this new privacy system you can create groups that you can customize to have a more specific privacy experience
The customization things that you can add are having an emoji that identifies the bucket, being able to put a name, description and a color on the bucket, specify which ones of your friends can see the alters/groups/fields under that bucket
Bucket example
This buckets applies to groups, profiles and fields as you see here
Your friends won't be able to see the emoji while looking at your profile, this means they don't know in what bucket they are
You can add multiple buckets to the same friend, this is to make a better and more specific privacy customization
All the groups, members and fields that aren't given a bucket would be automatically set to private
For getting access to the buckets settings you have to enter your app settings, go to account, go to privacy buckets and there you go
For more information about how buckets works please check this oficial guide
Change the default privacy setting:
The default privacy settings let you choose what would be the new default setting around privacy buckets when making new things
This setting is applicable to all the things you can change the privacy of, this means:
Profiles/members
Custom fronts
Groups
Custom fields
So depending on what bucket(s) you choose all the new things you create would have that bucket from now on
Important to note that putting a default bucket won't change any of your already existing information, this would only apply for new created things after the bucket was assigned, you still have to manually change the buckets from old things
For getting access to the buckets settings you have to enter your app settings, go to account, go to privacy buckets and click the gear icon next to the question mark one, there you go
Group moving:
As the name implies the group moving feature allows you to move one folder to another one, you don't have to re-do the whole group from scratch anymore
The whole page for editing groups has changed so you'll might get a bit confused. The whole moving folders part can be found now when you edit a group
Visual example of what I mean
So you might ask how does the move group work, this is a little example and tutorial on how this function works
We have this test group called "A", as you see A is in the main root, it's not a subfolder of any kind, we're gonna move it to be a subfolder
When you click in the already shown "Move group" option it would pop out a new menu (This loading can be a little delayed, at least from my experience, so be patient)
The group who's darker is the one you'll move, you just need to click on the folder you want to put the group on and it would show you this pop out to make sure you're ok with moving it into the folder you chose
And there you go, you moved the group
Groups descriptions:
The groups descriptions were updated to a more easy and friendly way to see them, not only for you but for your friends too
Now all the groups that have a description will have a question mark symbol attached to them, clicking it would show you the description
Visual example of the described:
There's no more mystery outside this, this works with your friends groups and your own in both sides
Cancel editing:
Have you ever had the problem that while editing a profile or a custom front you don't want to save the changes so you have to close the app and re open to make sure that doesn't get safe? Well that's why the new beta fixed that issue
Now when you're editing things like profiles, you can decide if you want to cancel or save your changes, it's pretty simple to see it, there's and x and a š¾ icon, the x it's for not saving the changes and the š¾ for saving them
Visual example
This visual not only applies to profiles but also anything that can be changed and/or edited, I just put this for the sake of keeping it simple and not full of pictures of the same thing in different perspectives
Resizing images with markdown:
Using links for images is something that is used since a lot of time, it's normal to see people trying to resize their images directly from the markdown feature but failed, but now you can actually do this
In this image I'm using the same link, just that one is using the resizing markdown and the other isn't, this is to show that the resizing isn't super perfect and it's more based around fitting the picture in the indicated size, it would not stretch out or modify its property, it would just re adjust the size of it
As you might seen the only change you do it's adding the #300x300 after the link, putting the # along with the size that you want will resize your picture, this can work with any kind of numbers you put (#numxnum), but in some cases might look wonky or the picture might not appear/be cut so be sure to know the size and things you want with that to not mess up
Friends glitch/bug
It has been reported that the friends part might be very glitchy and have some errors, bugs and problems when entering in the moment you're using the beta
Some of the bugs reported are:
Not being able to see the preview of fronters in the main friends page
Not being able to see the custom fields of some friends
Some profiles not being able to bee seen although the friend has the bucket to see it
Menu doesn't work, it shows a gray box
More buckets assigned to a friend than the ones you actually have
Errors while seeing each others profiles when one's on beta and the other isn't
The friend menu it's a bit wonky and buggy with this beta, so don't be shock if you have some issues while seeing it, it's not broken, the beta is still a beta after all, it's to see the errors to fix them for the official release
Custom fields glitch/bug
The custom fields is one of the part who shows more errors while using it, some common reported bugs are
Friends and/or you can't see your fields information
The changes aren't saved
While offline they might disappear
Errors with the image links (They don't act like images rather than normal links)
Not being able to move them
When tagging (@) alters from another systems appears instead of yours
The custom fields are very delicate in this area, specially because the migration between 1.10 and 1.11, because of this I'm gonna copy paste words of the developers about it
API was further updated to fix the issues of large systems having trouble sharing content with friends and not being able to see custom fields of friends across release and beta versions. Note: The fix for cross-version only works for release if you never opened beta before. If you left or will leave beta you will still have issues seeing custom fields of beta friends. Second note: I just noticed that beta seeing release custom fields is still not fully working. So we'll report back when that is fixed.
Additionally, custom fields from 1.11 are not compatible with 1.10.3 either, if you downgrade back to 1.10.3 you will not be able to save changes to custom fields (neither custom fields settings or member custom fields data).
It's not mandatory but I'll recommend not touching your custom fields if you have the beta because it can have some issues about losing information, but this is a recommendation, this lost bug doesn't happen to everyone so do it at your own risk
Buckets glitch/bug
Because of the new future it was expected that it would have bugs and errors while testing it
The feature isn't 100% polish and it's being fixed, but this isn't stopping you from using it because it is workable
Some common bugs are:
Selecting a friend while creating a bucket doesn't work, you have to make the bucket and then edit it again to add the friend
Scrolling being difficult to almost impossible while editing buckets to assign friends
Don't adding the selected people (can also add people who's not selected)
Bucket count showing incorrectly as a visual error (previously mentioned in friends bugs)
Multiple visual errores in different areas
Also adding a note said by the developers to keep in mind
Important note: If you open the app in beta version you will no longer be able to go back to the old privacy system, even if you downgrade your app back to 1.10.3. We suggest you stay on 1.11 once you used the app in 1.11. Critical bugs found within the Beta will be resolved swiftly.
Other noticeable bugs
As is expected this bet has a lot of bugs going on, I'm not going to name all the bugs because this would be more long than it has to be, but I will list some common bugs that don't fall into any of the other two previous categories I mentioned
While offline all things appear as private even with different bucket
Editing colors isn't saving (profiles, groups, custom fronts, buckets)
While making a description you can't use the enter button
The lines to easy select text isn't showing up
Somo areas flicker when selecting/touching them
Getting front notifications of people you didn't select to have them
Bugs with pop outs about deleting members/groups
All of this errors and some more are being fixed for the proper release
Extra things
While it might be kinda obvious if you see the pictures I presented, the layout of the app it's kinda different, it didn't have an incredible mega change but various things about how it works were changed to fit better the new functions that were added
This betta has more bugs than previous betas but this isn't because it was bad designed, it functions pretty well and the bugs are being fixed, after all a beta it's for test out, report bugs, glitches and errors to make sure the final and official release it's the best product we can have, so maybe wait for the official release if you don't want that many bugs
Also as it was mentioned, if you already get the beta don't quit it, it can broke your simply plural and won't reverse the changes made in beta, you'll have to stick with the beta till the update it's public if you don't want to have more bugs and broke your app
For the people who might not know this, the beta testing isn't available on the web version, only the app
Little explanation on how to get the beta if you want:
Android: Go the the Play Store, search for Simply Plural and scroll down to join the beta Apple: https://testflight.apple.com/join/DzPX698w
If you need more help with the download of the beta on android you can send me questions and I'll answer them
Final thoughts
Though it's not the best of the betas in terms of not being glitchy it's incredible how great this beta update was, and taking in mind that this errors will be fixed looks to have a very good and promising final result
I might say it's better not to get the beta if you really lay to much in SP and can't handle that many bugs and errors, but if you're willing to give it a try it can be a goofy and great experience at the same time
This update is more based on fulfilling already wished suggestions so it's pretty exciting to see it
For being a beta I give it a solid 7.5/10, maybe too buggy but a great preview of what it comes for the new update
If you have more questions about the beta, non beta or anything related to simply plural please send asks about it, I love to talk about SP so feel free to ask about it ^^
The bugs/glitches reports, the link fo the buckets and the basic information about the beta were taken from the official simply plural server, I really recommend checking it out if you want to ask questions about it, see inspiration, see third party tools or report bugs, also there you can see server status, announcements and updates. It's important to clarify that it's not a social server so have that in mind
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If you read all this I have to really thank you very much for giving me that much of a time to talk about this, simply plural is one of my special interests and hyperfixation and I'm so glad I get to talk about it, I didn't expect that much people being interested on seeing me talk about this new update, sorry if it took me some time but I was kinda in a bad moment of my life, but writing this really cheered me up and I hope people can find this useful
Please reblog and like if you find it useful in some way and to make sure more people get to know this information about the new update cause it has a lot of important things! /nf
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pardon me if youāre tired of discussing this but. we know aa7 is on capcomās radar on some level. and now theyāve rereleased every game right?? theyāve finally run out of backlog material after almost yearly releases since 2019ā¦. Not to put the clown wig and nose back on too early but do you think weāll actually get news about, or get to see, aa7 next year?
Never tired of discussing this!! This is right around the time of year where I'd be preparing to make my yearly AA7 Speculation Post anyway so this is great timing. (TGS, my enemy, is approaching.)
So just to make sure everyone's on the same page, here's a quick recap of where we're currently at:
In November 2020 we got internal Capcom leaks which included a calendar from 2019 with the roadmap for the AA series the next couple of years. This included:
DGS1&2 collection, which I did not think was going to happen ever, releasing April-June 2021
AA7, releasing around October-December 2021, right around the 20th anniversary.
Through late 2019-mid 2022, reconsider porting 456
We got DGS1&2 (a bit later than in the plan, but by like a month), we got the 456 ports, we got bonus AAI ports, we have nothing for AA7 nearly three years after it was supposed to come out. The pandemic is an obvious feature that could contribute to its delay, but at this point with 456 ports out I think we can safely say that this was not the only cause.
Some other things that may or may not be contributing to AA7's delay include:
Yamazaki, the previous main writer for 5&6 and the AAIs, left Capcom in 2020. If he was involved in AA7 at all, that could throw a wrench into things, but I recall hearing he intended AA6 to be his last AA game (I AM STRUGGLING TO FIND THE SOURCE THOUGH SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME), so I don't think this contributed very much. It does, however, mean that we're unsure about who the next main writer is - depending on what Takumi's up to or if they had to bring someone new on, there could be complications related to that.
I think TGAA did way better than anyone expected, which I covered in this post. It's possible that this could have shifted Capcom's priorities to porting more old games / porting to all modern consoles. It may have made people at Capcom think "damn everyone loves Takumi" so they tried to lure him back to AA7, and I have no idea how well that would have gone or if Takumi is even interested in continuing mainline AA right now. (I do think this at least contributed to the Ghost Trick ports.)
In my first ever AA7 speculation post I talked about how the ending of AA6 kind of wrote them into a corner re: how to continue with the series and which protagonist to use. I still stand by that argument even if a lot of that post aged badly.
Console ports! Previously new AA games were for whichever Nintendo handheld is out now (GBA, Nintendo DS, Nintendo 3DS). But now that the series is doing really well on all consoles, they may have decided to try to make their next mainline entry on all consoles, which would take more development time. Adding to this is that the Switch is near the end of its lifecycle with the Switch 2 (or whatever the successor will be) being announced soon - meaning that, if AA7 is coming out soon, Capcom is in the position of "do we try to squeeze this into the end of the Switch's lifecycle" (which, I'll need to find sources for this, is speculated to be some of the reasons behind why AAI2 and DGS2 sold badly when they were first released, and they can't make the same mistake thrice... right...?) or "do we try to time it with the release of the Switch 2"?
Also, a lot of this depends on how far AA7 was into development whenever it was derailed. If it was derailed from the pandemic, then according to the calendar, it would likely have still been in the prototype stage. It may be early enough that they would have had to start from scratch whenever they picked it up again. I don't work in the gaming industry so I have no idea how long it takes them to make a game or how easy it would be from what stage they're in.
One thing we can compare to is some of the comments about the recent AAI ports: in this interview, Shunsuke Nishida, the producer of the AAI collection, says that development on the collection began in 2022. He also mentions that this began once development on 456 was concluded. This leads me to believe that (contrary to my previous assumptions) 456 and AAIC were not developed concurrently (or if so, had very minimal overlap), and that the process of upscaling graphics, porting, and localization took them... about a year, maybe? So that takes time, even without taking into consideration how long it would take to come up with a new idea + write the script + the bulk of the programming that would have to be done that isn't considered with porting + probably way more than I can think of because again I do not work in the gaming industry.
There's also the question of why 456 and AAIC weren't developed concurrently. The calendar from 2020 shows that TGAA and AA7 were meant to be developed at least somewhat concurrently, and the staff from TGAA would eventually merge into working on AA7. Once again, we don't know what happened to the staff that were supposed to be working on AA7. It's possible pandemic complications meant they got shuffled onto other projects. It's possible the AA-related team is smaller now than it was in 2020, so they only have enough people to work on one project at a time. It's also possible that there's a team that was working on ports, and a team that was working on a new game, and now the "port team" is freed up to work on the "new game team".
Either way though, pretty much every interview with the staff for the 456 or AAI ports are all saying "look forward to the future of the series", which is definitely Corporate Speak, but unless they're bringing the ports of the Layton crossover (fingers crossed) that can only mean one thing. (AAI anime?) Plus, like I've discussed in this post, AA is having fantastic sales in general. They've seemingly either hired a new social media manager or changed the strategy so there is much more engagement on twitter. And AA is getting on bigger and bigger announcements - though AA trilogy ports were announced at TGS (at an AA-specific panel), TGAA duology ports were announced unceremoniously on twitter. Afterwards, 456 ports got announced at the Capcom Showcase during Summer Game Fest. And now AAI collection got announced at a Nintendo Direct, which I imagine is even more expensive, so the series must be going in a good direction for them to think that's worth it!
That's a lot of rambling for me to say I definitely think it's coming.
When are we going to see it though!!
Coming up in September is my eternal enemy Tokyo Game Show. Since AAI collection is being released at the beginning of September... it might be a bit too soon to announce a new game, but who knows. They might think it's profitable to ride the hype they're building now for AAI collection to announce a new game. Or they might let it sit for a while.
With AAIC getting announced at a Direct, I'm thinking they'll want to make AA7's announcement a) big and b) global. AA6 was announced in Famitsu, but the problem with that is that it's a mostly Japanese audience, and some interviews have been talking about how AA's global audience is particularly contributing to how big it is right now. So I'm expecting AA's next announcement to be at something major and something that will get attention from overseas audiences.
If they have been working on AA7 concurrently -- and honestly I do think there has at least been some progress on it since 2019 -- we could definitely see an announcement within the next year. I was also saying this in 2020, though, so don't take my word for it. There's been two year gaps between ports up until the AAI collection, and they seemed pretty proud about releasing 456 and AAI in the same year, so... maybe they'll want to keep it going and announce AA7 within the next year, especially if they'll have a longer announcement -> release period than they normally would for ports.
Potential candidates include:
Tokyo Game Show: As previously stated, it's very close to the AAIC release, so I don't think it's the best timing for it. I would not want my favorite AA game overshadowed by whatever the hell they're going to do with AA7. Likelihood: depends on how fast they want to follow up on the hype.
The Game Awards: is the next major gaming event, but that's already massive in terms of the type of games that get announced there, and it's expensive! Nintendo Direct is one thing since AA has always been a Nintendo-first series, but I don't think it's big enough to justify putting in a Game Awards ad. and I already have my clown wig on for persona 6 there. Likelihood: pretty low tbh
Next Year's Summer Game Fest-related Shows: I think this is the most likely, considering both the 456 collection and the AAI collection were announced around this time. For AA7 I'd say a Nintendo Direct to get lots of eyes on it, especially if AAIC sales pay off. Likelihood: pretty high!
Which leads me into my wildcard answer:
Switch 2 Announcement Stream: If Capcom decides to go in and make AA7 one of the first games for whatever the switch successor would be, it could be announced here. I regret to admit that I am a very bad gamer and only like two things, and therefore have not ever been present for one of these things to know how many games get announced as launch games for a new console, but, like, it's possible.
In the above scenario, I'm not necessarily saying that AA7 would be a Switch 2 exclusive - because I think that would be stupid after so much of the support they've gotten from the ports has been from playstation and steam - but I am definitely the kind of person who would buy a console for one video game. Shoutout to me buying a switch in part anticipating that aa7 would come out on it and that is not looking likely
Anyways, that's my speculation!! Reminder that this is mostly uninformed and that I have no knowledge of anything related to sales or marketing or video game development, and as a result of that, I have been wrong (aside from the one time I accurately predicted AAI ports as a joke) for four consecutive years.
#I hope this makes sense. it's kinda all over the place#asks#aa7 speculation#ace attorney#i am. so scared.
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ST5 STUFF FROM MICHAEL MAHERāS PINTEREST BOARD
So I saw this post about Mattās pinterest boards & Michael Maher Jr collaborating on some of the boards, and so, I went to go peek at Michael Maher Jrās pinterest page, and I found something very interesting- a Pinterest board titled āTree Flayerā:
Which a.) this makes me think of the ST3 scene of Holly seeing the trees moving when the Fleshflayer is moving through them and b.) makes me think of the MFās general tree-like shape, especially the red MF visuals in TFS with how it branches off- and it also makes me think of c.) something Iāve been on about for a Long Time- that official ST concept art of the green version of the UD with the giant tree and how it parallels Greenwood the Great (pre-shadow Mirkwood) from LOTR/the Hobbit:
This is why Iām very much inclined to believe that this āTree Flayerā pinterest board is, in fact, for ST5, and not for onenof Michaelās other projects.
And brings me back to a very old draft Iāve been working on re: oak trees as a recurring motif in ST, especially surrounding the Creels.
And speaking of oak trees and the creels, Michael also had this āseed-rock-henryā board, versus The Hobbit movies being confirmed inspo & Bilboās acorn & the Oak tree on top of Bag End vs all of the Oak tree references with the Creels & the parallels between the Creels and Bag End:
And this ^ āseed-rock-henryā thing also has me staring directly at the weird āeggā from S1 that we see with the Demogorgonā¦
And then, thereās a bunch of other boards too, including a board titled āSeekerā with a ton of cool stuff on it, as well as stills from two movies that are on the ST4 board and have Henward connections (Bladerunner and Dont Breathe) , and this āSeekerā board also has so many creatures that seem to be like a mixture of the ST Doppelgorgon and Vecna and the MF etc vs what Iāve been saying re: the overlap between all of these creatures & my current draft about that + Massacre Henward likely being a Doppelgorgon creature vs the overlap between Doppelgorgons and the MF/being the āsame creatureā somehow.
Like, the inspo on here has stuff thats very clearly Doppelgorgon inspired and Vecna inspired by also has a ton of MF-inspired stuff like wraiths & ringwraiths & weird spider creaturesā¦. And āSeekerā is also a type of Warlock in DND which is a WHOLEEEEE other can of worms on its own.
And not to mention that thereās ANOTHER board titled āAsylum- Seekerā which LITERALLY HAS A PICTURE OF PENNHURST ON IT:
And then thereās also a āseeker- plantationsā board which is Very interesting considering the racial aspects of ST & TFS & things like Hawkins High in TFS not being segregated despite supposedly being in the 50s, and the 1800s stuff with The Dark of the Moonā¦..
And thereās also this whole āseeker lookbookā board that has SCREENSHOTS OF THE ST LAB SCENES IN ITTT
Thereās SO much more i could say & that Iām going to say in future posts but I just wanted to get this post out there quickly!!!!
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Elizabeth Afton is actually the Youngest Sibling - as @birdsareblooming pointed out, when we see her room in fnaf4, she has a torn-apart mangle toy. mangle was stated to be made to entertain toddlers. would also explain why she's not in the gameplay, she's at daycare/with her mom
The Vengeful Spirit is Michael Afton - another one where cori convinced me and I might have an entire essay that I will publish after I finally sit down and edit through the Security Logbook section but until then here's a bullet point post
Mimic = Burntrap - i dont think i have to explain this we're all talking about it i just know people are gonna be mad at me for it
The Girl in Drowning is representative of Charlie, not Cassidy - She's literally got gray skin, black hair, gray clothes, and neon green lighting, much like a certain gray-skinned black-haired pixel girl with a green bracelet who died in the rain (water motif). Her dragging Kara down because she doesn't want to be alone could be seen as a metaphor for Charlie trying to give life but instead kinda sticking them all in robots
FNAF AR had some BANGIN re-skins - come on. look at them. Clockwork Ballora? Bangin. Broiler Baby? Bangin. Catrina Toy Chica? BANGIN. Springtrap as an actual fucking clown???? BANGIN.
Vanessa is an Afton in the Gameverse, too ā Cori's workin on a whole explanation diagram for this but the most BASIC evidence is "her last name starts with 'a' and she's a nepo baby." I dont think she's William's DIRECT daughter cause man died in the 90s and she was 23 in the 2030s so. grandkid or smth
If Edwin/David is a metaphor for anything it's William/CC and not Henry/Charlie ā listen i understand the whole "single dad building the robots and then breaking one in a rage" thing from TSE but also the mimic likes to mimic its creator and child before all else and who is it mimicking? afton and the little boy in sb who happens to look a shitton like cc. also game!charlie is never indicated as having a special plushie that followed her everywhere but cc very certainly did and hey if mimic can grow and shrink to fit in anything whos to say it didnt shrink into the fredbear to repeat stock phrases to cc such as "tomorrow is another day." also in the character encyclopedia art of cc he is holding his fredbear plush the same way burntrap positions his arm to imitate holding something. an
They're not gonna pull the Charliebot twist again. Nobody's a secret robot ā first off from a writing perspective that's not the kinda twist you do twice. second off with the... less than stellar reception to the twist in the first place i dont think theyre gonna pull it again
"Cassidy" isn't the Golden Freddy Kid's name, it's Crying Child's ā the logbook has Crying Child communicate through manipulating the text, while the spirit he's talking to speaks in faint writing; the second spirit never has a confirmed identity, but CC is most definite considering the stuff referenced around him. The "ITS ME CASSIDY" is revealed through.... manipulated text. The clues are in........ manipulated text. "It's Me" is CC calling out to Michael. The other spirit says "My name is..." a couple times BUT they also ask CC if he remembers his name just a few pages before. Granted this might just be us not understanding something but also if Cassidy is CC's name then who the fuck is Golden Freddy Kid. is Michael Brooks still canon
The nightmare gas didn't "ruin the lore" it's just kinda funny ā look guys literally all of this lore is fucked, the fact they just threw in "also William Afton was doing nightmare gas experiments on kidnapped kids and then abandoned it for shits and giggles" in the eighth book of their second anthology series and then moving on like nothing happened while the fanbase collapses in on itself is like THE funniest thing they could've done
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Happy Webcomic Day! My webcomic White Noise is a labor of love--according to Procreate, this page took me 15.5 hours to complete.* Here's a look into that process!
Some other notes:
The thumbnails are done on graph paper and I script while I do them--there is no separate written script for White Noise. I usually spent a couple hours on weekends as needed thumbnailing, sometimes at a coffee shop or at home listening to records.
I then set up the file in Photoshop, so I can lay in the text and use the template I have with bleeds already set up. The text is rasterized and I shuttle the file over to my iPad via Airdrop.
The bulk of the actual work is done in Procreate, which records timelapses that I sometimes share to my Patreon. I usually spend a couple hours most nights after my day job or on the bus commuting doing this.
Once everything art-wise is done, I shuttle the file back over to my desktop to re-set in the text, add a stroke around the speech bubbles (Procreate doesn't have that took fsr) and do the resizing/exporting for web.
On Sunday mornings I get up, queue the page and write the page descriptions. I don't spend any time on the page descriptions outside of that.
Also, this process goes for the whole first arc of White Noise. I'm done with that arc (which means you can binge the whole thing I'm js!!) and am experimenting with some different methods these days, but my workflow is still generally the same.
*Some more talk about the labor (and burnout) involved below the cut:
This particular page (and most of the pages I did in 2023) took a lot longer than normal because I was heading into a burnout period that I'm still lowkey in/recovering from. It's obvious to me now in retrospect watching the timelapse here and seeing how much noodling I'm doing and how much I'm struggling with the process, but at the time I was just very frustrated generally. When I'm not burned tf out pages take maybe 10 hours max.
2023 was a pretty stressful year--lots of big life changes, uncertainty, pet death, health issues--so it's no wonder it propelled me into burnout, but it just goes to show that even the slowest and steadiest pace is not sustainable forever. I've been doing one page a week following this general process for over a decade! And I stuck to that pace because I knew it was one I could maintain. But even so, by the end of this arc I found myself working more and more slowly, not really looking forward to the work, feeling anxious about being behind, unhappy with the finished work, and extremely annoyed with myself for not being able to give it my all right there at the finish line.
I did stop for a while after the epilogue and took a more or less complete break from drawing for about a month--the longest I have EVER gone without drawing, much less working on White Noise--which did help, but these days my ability to work is...inconsistent. I should probably take another total break, but I'm reluctant. What if my passion never comes back? What if people forget about WN? It's already pretty obscure, and with the general social media collapse, it's harder than ever to get people to read my work. Now that I've left Hiveworks, WN doesn't even get the benefit of being linked to other comics (although objectively very, very few readers actually got referred to my comic that way.) And frankly, I'm also just too proud to go too long without comic updates. I've always told myself, I might not be the best artist or the fastest worker or make a popular comic, but I'm consistent. Difficult to let that go.
This is all to say that webcomics are hard. We do them because we love them, we have stories to tell, we are seized with the human compulsion to create. We spend hours of our time, almost always on top of the paying work that allows us to eat, to make something that we then give away for free. It has consequences on us that the reader doesn't often see, no matter how careful we are about it. If you ask me, webcomics deserve to be valued more.
Happy Webcomic Day! Read webcomics!
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