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disgracefiles · 4 months ago

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☻ ₊ ⊹ THE DOWNFALL OF 2LUVU

2LUVU (often shortened to 2LU, which, let’s be honest, is weird and kinda stupid since the name wasn’t exactly long to begin with) was JYP Entertainment’s first and last attempt at a coed group, currently inactive and disbanded. The lineup consisted on four members (two boys and two girls): Liv, Hanse, Jules, and Junseo. 2LUVU made their debut on March 12, 2018, with the EP ACTION!, which, unfortunately, flopped hard due to JYP’s half-hearted promotion efforts.

The EP was promoted for the sad amount of three weeks, including the pre-release period in which JYP posted a couple of photos of each member and called it a day. The MV teaser dropped only three days before the actual release, leaving no time for barely any hype to build up around the group’s debut. Once the EP was out, 2LUVU only performed the title track U READY? four times. Surprise, surprise! They didn’t get any wins because who were they, anyways? No one knew! They came out of nowhere so no one was expecting them. On top of all the lack of promotion, a lot was going on in the industry at the moment. Just to name some names, KRUSH and STUPID CUPID happened to be promoting around the same time, which banished any remaining hope the group had at getting any win at all. If the effect these groups had wasn’t negative enough for 2LUVU, the VENUS debuted only five days later, completely overshadowing them and their silly little song. Let’s just say, JYP wasn’t the brightest when deciding on the group’s debut date.

Following their debut, 2LUVU remained silent for almost a year. This made the few fans the group had gathered completely forget about them. Honestly, with JYP in charge, the group was doomed from the start, but leaving them without any new music for a whole year? Even their small fanbase was losing their minds! Rumor has it that JYP had bigger, more successful groups to focus on, so they just sidelined 2LUVU after their flop of a debut. I guess, at some point, someone remembered the group existed and that they hadn’t had a single comeback. So, they got a second chance in February 2019, though this time with a way smaller budget but slightly better promotions. Their digital single XOXO did better than ACTION!, but it still wasn’t enough to cover all the costs. JYP ended up disbanding the group and pretending they never existed in the first place. I mean it! No one in the company talks about them and, when being asked about their time in 2LUVU, the former members always avoid the question. Expect for Junseo, I guess. He likes to point out how awful his time in the group was and how much he despised their concept and discography.

₊ ⊹ DEBUT DATE: March 19th, 2018

₊ ⊹ DEBUT EP: ACTION!

₊ ⊹ DISBANDMENT DATE: July 7th, 2019

₊ ⊹ COMPANY: JYP Entertainment

☹ ₊ ⊹ THE MEMBERS + WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

(FROM LEFT TO RIGHT)

🙂 KANG OLIVIA ‘LIV’, 1999 ₊ ⊹ After 2LUVU’s disbandment, Liv became a trainee once again. She trained for a around a year before being sent to Mnet’s Once Upon a Dream, where she ranked 3rd and got to redebut. She’s now an active member of IDOL MAKER’s EVERMORE as the group’s main vocalist and visual princess.

🍓 CHOI HANSE, 2002 ₊ ⊹ Hanse’s contract was bought by IDOL MAKER right away, but he’s still in the company’s basement ever since! His fans continuously beg for his redebut on twitter, but so far IDOL MAKER has turn a deaf ear to their pleas.

🦋 JULIANA ‘JULES’ SANTOS, 2002 ₊ ⊹ Jules is now one of the famous Pick Me dolls! After 2LUVU disbanded, Jules was sent to Girls Planet 999, where she didn’t make the cut to debut with Kep1er. But then her contract was bought by Heartbreak and she’s finally got the success she always deserved.

🌈 LEE JUNSEO, 2000 ₊ ⊹ Junseo, now going by the stage name JUNO, is a soloist under IDOL MAKER. He redebuted on 2020, only a year after 2LUVU’s disbandment. Even though his redebut was a total success thanks to IDOL MAKER’s management, he’s initial fame has been declining lately. You could say people has grown tired of his music!

thanks to @venusvity, @stcpidcupid and @urmykrushhh for giving me permission to mention their amazing ocs <3 love you lots!

#☻ ₊ ⊹ 2LUVU 𓂃 profiles #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop idol #kpopidol #kpop oc #kpop imagines

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heartbreak-sandwich · 1 year ago

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💌Red Letters to Nowhere💌

A/N: This is the first chapter of my Stepbrother! Billy Hargrove x Mayfield! Reader fic! There will be many, MANY more flashbacks and encounters with other characters (Steve Harrington x Reader, Nancy Wheeler x Reader, and Eddie Munson x Reader to name a few) and some other relationship mentions throughout (like Harringrove and Hellcheer!). I hope you enjoy reading as much as I have writing. 💕

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💌CHAPTER ONE: Move-In Day💌

Hawkins, Indiana. You’d never heard of it. To make matters more nerve wracking, you, your mom, and your little sister, Max, were moving to the middle of nowhere to shack up with her new husband and his son. You had met Neil Hargrove a few times when he came to visit from California, and he seemed nice enough. That’s the keyword – seemed. There was something intense about him that made you uneasy, and Max agreed that even though your mom seemed to be head over heels for the mustached, steam pressed, ordinary tryhard of a man, the two of you would keep a calculated distance from him pending further review.

The car ride was excruciatingly long, and you and Max each had your own walkman to keep you company, trading tapes every so often and sharing whatever snacks you could snag at the last gas station you happened upon. Your mom didn’t seem to realize the two of you were immersed in your high-volume music as you watched her lips move, undoubtedly chattering away about all of the fun features of the new town you were doomed to spend the impending school year in. Max rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat, her gaze drifting out the window and eventually coming to a close for yet another nap after receiving the report from your mom of “Only two more hours until we’re there!”

Deciding the only thing more painful than dreading the uncertainty of where you were headed was actually hearing confirmations of the bleak outlook to be endured, you decided to follow Max’s lead, eyes closing, letting the sounds of Alice Cooper lull you into the last nap you would take on your way to your new home in Hawkins.

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“And these are your new sisters,” Neil explained with no trace of enthusiasm to his son in the driveway of your new home. “Billy, don’t be rude. Shake hands,” he instructed sternly.

Billy held out his right hand for you to take, his jaw clenched, expression unchanging as he let out a flat, “Welcome home.” His handshake was firm, and he didn’t make eye contact with you or Max as he stood before you.

“Thanks,” you replied, testing a small smile. Again, his expression didn’t soften.

“Why don’t you go help Susan with some of the boxes,” Neil muttered to Billy, the stern coldness in his eyes revealing that this was more of a command than a suggestion.

“Yes, sir,” Billy responded, already stepping down the driveway toward your mom’s car.

Once Billy was out of earshot, Neil turned to you and your sister and put on his best impression of a smile. “I hope the drive wasn’t too long for you girls,” he offered.

“It was okay,” you answered him, attempting to mirror the almost smile. The three of you basked in the awkwardness before Max piped up with a question.

“Will we be sharing a room?” She already knew the answer because your mom wouldn’t shut up about how excited the two of you should be to get your own bedrooms for the first time in your lives.

“Not at all,” Neil answered almost cheerfully. “Why don’t I show you two around, and you can get settled while we bring in your things?” Neil held out an arm, gesturing toward the front door of your new home, and you and Max trudged forward with your backpacks and snacks in tow.

The house wasn’t large, but it was more than you were used to, coming from the two bedroom, one bathroom townhome you had shared with your mother and sister for the last six years. Four bedrooms, – one for you, Max, Billy, and your mom and Neil – two bathrooms, a fireplace, and a separate kitchen, living room, and dining area. You even had your own yard complete with a tire swing, and you knew that would be a big bonus for Max.

“I hope you won’t mind sharing a bathroom with Billy,” Neil sighed almost apologetically. “He keeps things clean, so you won’t have to worry about that. But if you have any trouble at all with him, you just let me know.” Neil’s eyes were icy and cold as he spoke, his teeth gritting together at the end of his sentence. You were a bit taken aback at how he talked about his own son.

“What…kind of trouble?” His expression softened immediately, and he tried again at his smile.

“Well, you know, boys will be boys. He’s a good kid, but sometimes his attitude needs some…adjusting,” he explained. “I’ll be outside helping your mother. If you need anything, don’t be shy.” Neil rapped a couple of times on the doorframe and exited your new room. You felt all tension dissipate the moment he was gone, and you took the time to glance around your new space. You had enough room for all of your posters. A queen size bed rested in one corner with shelves above it, a full size closet at the end of the bed, and a window with a desk underneath it on the wall opposite the sleeping corner - perfect for studying after school. You could get used to this.

You were pulled from your thoughts with the muffled clatter of a box being set on the wooden floor beside your bed. Turning around, your eyes met his for the first time. You couldn’t help but notice he looked almost…scared?

“Sorry. I’ll be more careful with the next one.” Billy’s hands turned to fists at his sides, thumbs fidgeting over his knuckles, his jaw clenching at the close of his words. His appearance was unlike any guy you’d ever seen in person before.

He looked like something out of the cover art of one of your mom’s romance novels she always had tucked away in a spot she thought you and your sister wouldn’t think to look. His blonde, shoulder length curls were carefully coiffed into one of those trendy mullet styles, plush pink lips outlined a perfectly white smile, his skin still golden from the California sun, and his eyes sparkled cerulean like the surface of the ocean with a depth you couldn’t quite reach. You could tell he was stacked and muscular through his clothes, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass. Still, there was something about him that seemed on edge.

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassured. “I don’t think there’s anything breakable in there.” He nodded in acknowledgement and turned to exit your room. “So,” you called after him, “what’s the high school like?” You just wanted him to know you were approachable and that you had no intention of making his life Hell, especially since you were all forced to exist in the same house from now on.

“Probably worse than you’re imagining,” Billy scoffed, turning slightly back towards you. When he noticed your nerves amping up at his comment, he sighed. “It’s not that bad. Small, easy to find your way around, and everyone is…nice enough, I guess.”

“Oh, that’s good. I’ve never gone to a new school before, so I’m probably just overthinking it,” you admitted, finally slipping your backpack off and letting it plop down on the bed. Billy turned to fully face you again, his hands in his pockets, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fine. Plus, you’ll know at least one person. And if anyone tries to give you shit, tell them they can answer to me.” You weren’t sure what that meant, but it did make you feel a bit more confident about your upcoming first day at Hawkins High.

“Uh, okay. Well, thanks for that.” You breathed out a small laugh, and Billy’s smirk bloomed into a smile.

“Don’t mention it,” he drawled before giving you a wink and disappearing back into the hallway to fetch another load of boxes. You didn’t have time to process the fact that you’re pretty sure your new step brother just winked at you before Max poked her head around the corner of your doorframe.

“Hey,” she whispered, catching your attention. “What did he want?” She looked back toward the hallway where Billy had just retreated, and you motioned for her to come in.

“He was just bringing some stuff in, so I asked him about the school.” Max was invested now, also having expressed her worry of starting in a new class already a month into the school year.

“What did he say?”

“Mixed review, really,” you answered, both of your expressions changing to that of confusion.

“Okay…well, do you know what to expect at all?”

“Not really. But he did say if anyone messed with me to tell them they could answer to him.” Max’s eyes widened.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She sat down on your bed, shuffling the toes of her shoes on the floor below.

“No idea,” you answered, meeting her gaze.

“Great.” Max sighed and stood up once more. “I guess I’ll start unpacking my new room.” She fluttered her eyelashes, hands waving in mock excitement. You laughed, knowing she was doing her best sarcastic impression of your mom gushing about your new home. You both rolled your eyes before she giggled and made her way back down the hallway to her own space.

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Your first dinner was awkward, to say the least. Neil had ordered a pizza for everyone since your bandwagon arrived close to mid afternoon, and your mom didn’t have time to cook a full meal even though she insisted she didn’t mind. You rushed to the door to help Billy bring in the boxes from the delivery boy who he happened to know from school.

“Troy, this is my …” he hesitated, breaking eye contact with the boy on the doorstep and looking down at the ground with a sigh, “new sister, Y/N.” You smiled tentatively, and offered a half wave, taking a couple of boxes off the top of the stack from Troy.

“Troy Holstad. Nice to meet you,” he obliged before giving Billy a perplexed look. Billy nodded once curtly and took the remainder of the boxes from Troy before waving him off with a “see you at school,” and closing the door. He nudged your arm to get your attention and spoke softly.

“There you go. Now you know two people,” he reasoned, beaming at you before shuffling back toward the dining room and adjusting his expression back to that of a sullen teenager. Billy carefully set the boxes down in the middle of the dining table, and you did the same. Everyone thumbed through the different boxtops to find the flavors they wanted, your mom and Neil opting for supreme while Max grabbed two slices of pepperoni, and you and Billy each took a slice of Hawaiian.

“So, Y/N, your mother tells me this is the start of your senior year,” Neil declared, his voice resonating in the silence of the dining room.

“Yeah, it is,” you replied around a mouthful of melted cheese and pineapple topping. You felt uneasy in your stomach when Neil glared daggers at you, looking up from his plate where he was using a knife and fork to cut his pizza. He sighed audibly as his nostrils flared and started again.

“Y/N, I know this is new for you, and we haven’t had much of a chance to talk about rules and expectations. In my house, we operate on a system that upholds the home and the image of the people in it appropriately. What is that system, Billy?” Billy sat up straighter in his chair, not looking up from his plate as his father addressed him..

“Respect and responsibility,” he recited, his voice almost shaking as his jaw tightened once more.

“That’s right,” Neil agreed. “Now that you’re a part of our family, you’ll learn to respect your elders and develop a keen sense of responsibility, just like the good, caring, all-American kids I know you can be.” Neil’s hard smile appeared below his mustache as he continued. “First of all, we address our elders with courtesy. When I ask you a question, you respond accordingly. Isn’t that right, Billy?”

“Yes, sir,” he muttered, his eyes still glued to his plate.

“I’m sorry,” Neil hissed. “I couldn’t hear you.” He leaned closer to the table, eyes searing into Billy as he awaited his response. Billy straightened up even more, his eyes snapping up to meet his father’s.

“Yes, sir,” his voice ricocheted in the dining room this time, his face flushing as everyone soaked in the awkward silence. You caught Max’s eye and noticed she looked afraid and perplexed as your mother kept her gaze on Neil, trying to seem like she was listening intently to him.

“See, girls, Billy knows the drill. If you have any questions, I’m sure he can straighten them out for you. I know you’re not used to this whole thing, having a man of the house, but you’ll adjust.” Neil gestured to the pizza on the table, his smile still active as he announced, “Let’s eat!” Max looked up at you from the corner of her eye, and you shook your head slightly, signaling for her not to say anything as you took another bite of your pizza. You side eyed Billy whose gaze seemed far away as he quickly finished his dinner.

��May I be excused,” Billy asked with perfect posture, taking the napkin from his lap and piling his used utensils on his plate.

“Yes you may.” Neil waved Billy off as he stood up, pushed in his chair, and took his plate to the kitchen to be washed.

You felt anxious as you saw Neil eyeing Max while she ate, and you held your breath as he spoke again.

“Tomorrow, we’ll practice using a fork, young lady,” he said sternly as Max’s cheeks burned, embarrassed to be holding her pizza at that exact moment. Neil paused and tilted an ear in her direction, hinting that he was expecting a reply.

“Y – yes, sir,” she choked out quickly, setting her pizza back down on her plate. Your mother cleared her throat and started asking Neil more about the school, the town, and how his new job was going. You let the two of them chat away as you gave Max a worried look, seeing her pick up her knife and fork to cut out a bite of her pizza. You stood up and grabbed your plate and jumped, the sound of a fist pounding on the dining table startling you off your feet. Your mom and Max gasped simultaneously as you met Neil’s eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going, Y/N?” You caught your breath and stuttered in response.

“I – I’m sorry. May I be excused?” You looked at your mom in panic, but she averted her eyes, looking at anything but the situation before her.

“That’s better.” Neil smiled again. “Of course. Don’t forget to clean your plate.”

“Thank you…sir.” You glanced at Max once more, hoping she would follow suit so she wouldn’t be yelled at. You hurried to the kitchen, rinsing your plate in the sink and setting it out on the dish rack to dry. You steadied your breathing as the tension melted away now that you weren’t in a close proximity to Neil.

After the awkward and almost frightening dinner, all you wanted to do was talk to your sister. You knew she would be looking for an escape after enduring Neil’s intensity, so you put on your coat and grabbed your paperback copy of The Outsiders, leaving the house through the front door.

You shuffled through the dried leaves across the lawn to the only tree in the yard and perched yourself on the tire swing, propping your feet up and opening your book to your marked page. A few lines in, you heard a clanging sound followed by a sigh, and your eyes followed the noise over to a blue Camaro with the hood up. Billy was standing over the engine, using the back of his hand to swipe stray curls out of his eyes, a dirty rag draped over his shoulder.

He didn’t seem to notice you were there as he worked, tinkering with a wrench, grunting and sighing every so often. You pretended to carry on reading while you watched him work. After all, looking wasn’t a crime, and he was quite the sight to see. After a few more minutes, he set his wrench on the edge of the Camaro’s hood and grasped the hem of his sweat-speckled t-shirt with both hands, lifting it up and over his head, tossing it on the roof of his car. Your cheeks turned scarlet at the sight of his toned chest and chiseled abs sparkling with a sheen of sweat in the crisp October air.

Your gaze snapped to your book quickly, and you glued your eyes to the words on the page, determined not to look up again. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you swore you could hear the blood flowing in your ears when a voice startled you.

“Hey, are you okay?” You jolted upright at Max’s question.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” you breathed.

“Sorry. Are you okay?” She repeated her question, concern behind her bright blue eyes. “You look really flushed.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered, forcing yourself to keep your eyes far away from where Billy was working on his car. “What about you?” Max used the ropes of the swing to lift herself up, and you moved aside to make room for her on the tire.

“I’m fine. What the hell is up with him?” Max looked almost afraid while the two of you recounted Neil’s strange behavior at dinner, coming to the conclusion that this move might not have been for the best like your mom kept insisting.

“All we can do is follow the rules and stay out of his way, I guess,” you sigh, feeling defeated. “I don’t know how far he’ll go, but Billy seems to be pretty scared of him,” you almost whisper, leaning in closer to Max. She glanced over at Billy who was still fixated on his car.

“A guy that big scared of his dad? I don’t even want to think about why,” she shuddered, her eyes dropping to the ground.

“Hey.” You touched her shoulder, and she looked up at you. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Got it?” She gave you a small smile, nodding her understanding, but you could see the anxiety behind her eyes. “We’re going to be okay.”

“I know,” she assured you. You smiled at her and grabbed the ropes of the swing to climb out of the tire. Tossing your book onto a pile of leaves next to the tree, you stood behind Max and gripped the ropes as you walked the tire backwards before giving it a hard push. Max giggled as she swung back and forth, spinning slow circles and crying out, “You’re going to make me dizzy!”

The two of you laughed together as the sun started to set on the town of Hawkins, Indiana, and even though you weren’t sure what the coming days would hold, you knew you had each other to ease the burdensome future in your new home with your new family.

#Billy Hargrove fanfic #Billy Hargrove x Reader #Stepbrother!Billy Hargrove x Mayfield!Reader #Mayfield!Reader #Red Letters to Nowhere #Stranger things fanfic #Max Mayfield #Neil Hargrove #Susan Hargrove #hawkins #OC #Billy Hargrove oc #angst #neil hargrove is a total prick tbh #moving to hawkins #sando writes

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spacefinch · 11 months ago

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Magic School Bus Tumblr simulator, part 2

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New life bird! (Saw it while my family and I were on vacation in Louisiana)

Painted Bunting (Passerina ciris)

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That's my favorite bird right there! I love the colors!

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Did you see any crocodiles?

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I forgot

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Ocean

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Mount Grefell National Park in Australia

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According to my research, tadpole shrimps (genus Triops) are living fossils. Their ancestors can be traced back to the Devonian Period, and have not changed much since then.

They have a special adaptation for living in the desert. Triops eggs can enter a state of diapause, or a delay of development, when it’s dry. Once it rains, the eggs hatch.

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Fun fact: blueberries are the only fruit named after a color.

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star fruit?

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so close! That is a shape 💕

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Does the "science side of Tumblr" still exist?

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Science side of Tumblr, what do you think?

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Protons

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When I was a young boy, my father had what he called the bean jar. It was a jar full of black and brown beans. Whenever we misbehaved, he would remove one and tell us once the jar was empty, the world would end.

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When I was a young boy,

My father had what he called the bean jar

It was a jar of beans

He said son when it's empty you'll see

That the world will end in fire

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He said will you

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Because one day

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Mickey

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Donald

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No, all of them

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This is the last time you make a fool of me in my own house, goddammit

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Mine as well

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Here's mine. They did have a baseball cap option, but it didn't Look Right, so I chose a beanie

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69 cents

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I don't have enough money for chicken nugget :(

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According to my research, most stars in our galaxy are binary or multiple stars. This means they are in a two-or-more star system, and the stars orbit each other.

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Phoebe: birdgirl

Wanda: wildcatwanda

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Carlos: carlosaurus

Tim: timdrawsstuff

Arnold: arnold-perlstein

Ralphie: baseball4life

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xxsycamore · 2 years ago

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Hi Mo! For the Pride AU ficlets, may I request Theo x Shakespeare + angels and demons? Thank you!

That's a fantastic combination, Atelier, my goddd... You're welcome, hope you enjoy!!

[ 🌈 character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests OPEN 🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love content creation challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 & 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Theo x Shakespeare

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

"You need to fight for your love."

In Vincent's head, the words flow right in to fill the void of indecisiveness; as if carried by a wind of reassurance, caressing the side of his face, or maybe patting him encouragely on the back. Is it advice that someone gave to him before? His brother, or maybe his closest friend, William?

Deep inside, he knows it's the right thing to do. Intuition shifts into action, and action dictates placing his hand on the handle; the door gapes and in that thin slit Vincent already sees the silhouette of the one he loves. As doomed as that love might turn out to be; I need to fight for it, the voice behind his shoulder reminds.

With the door closing behind the man, the room is empty once again. The freshly-disturbed airflow makes the curtains sway in the breeze, a nearby balcony forgotten open. Somebody's shadow projects on the curtains with noone around to witness, pushing off the nearby wall; a pair of wings spreading on its back.

Like the Merry Devil of Edmonton, a grin spreads on the man's face as his short flight to the rooftop is over, and his bat-like wings fold again to his body elegantly. Although he has enough reason to wear the smile on his face out of celebration alone, it's more of a greeting extended to the one standing on the other end of the roof.

Shakespeare has never seen an angel gather such a thick negative aura around him. He decides against wasting his hellos for the brunette, as he's busy directing his attention towards the scene taking place in the mansion's garden. Eyes following each movement of his brother as he approaches that girl, determination in his every step. Interfering would be difficult, Theodorus must be knowing that all too well.

Shakespeare approaches, the heavy heels of his demon form's attire announcing noisily his every step; like a warning signal to the angel that Shakespeare cares little of. Anything for watching from the first row.

Hands balling into fists, Theodorus turns around and throws himself at the demon; making him hiss with the electric sparks of the two powers coliding. It's not enough to send him off balance, but he does back away for the time being.

"Stay away from my brother, you vile creature."

"O dearest Theodorus. Your brother is but a lost soul, needing guidance. Thee shouldst thank me. Listening to me makes him so, so much happier."

Happier than when he's listening to you. Happier than when he chooses to stay protected from those difficult emotions.

"You don't want his happiness. You're a twisted son of a bitch who likes the suffering of others."

"My, such words in the dictionary of a creature of the heavens. But truly; if you were an angel like any other, your words would have taken a much stronger hold on poor Vincent."

Blooming like the ugly flower of divine imperfection, Theodorus accepts himself as the brute that will use violence in their conflict.

Shakespare's slender figure swiftly dodges the angel's attacks, his fast movements making him undistinguishable from the dark coat of the surrounding night. He lands crouching behind Theodorus, waving his thin demon tail at him as if he's an angered bull ready to strike at him horns-first. Angels are not supposed to have those, metaphorical or otherwise.

"What's your goal? To see him suffer?"

Shakespeare rises to full heigh again, having not landed a single attack of his own yet. His good eye flashes bright purple, and in the next moment, Theodorus finds himself chained by thorny ropes closing around his body. All struggles proving futile, his lack of angelic power a punishment he deserved for wasting his blessings on unholy words and unholy acts.

"When Vincent suffers, he is able to create great things, Theodorus. Masterpieces. Thou alone shouldst know that best."

Mockingly collecting the brunette's chin, scrapping a long black-painted nail against the skin, Shakespeare gazes into those hate-filled ocean eyes.

"But I'll do share that watching the play dear Vincent puts on for me is not enough; there's nothing sating my hunger like making an angel suffer. My goal is you, Theodorus. I've always, always wanted to see that twisted look on your face. To dirty you. To make those filthy angel wings fall from your back. You'll love being a demon, you're one at soul."

With the thorny ropes cutting into his wings, snow-white feathers make their final dance around Theodorus and land at his feet. The eyes of the demon above him are enchanting; both the one that shines and the one that stays in shadow. The rising emotion inside of him begs him to embrace it; it's the instinct of claiming your true form.

Right now, Vincent would be confessing his love to that girl who came to the mansion, bringing chaos with her. All he tried to do was to protect Vincent from the dangers surrounding him, from the pain of heartbreak that would be too much for his heart.

And to what fate would he lead his dear brother, if he changes his halo for a demon's horns?

"Accept me, Theodorus. Kiss my sin-coated lips. The faster you kill the angelic in you, the less it would hurt."

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melvisik · 1 year ago

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OFMD - What hurts the most (right now) is the sudden good bye and the lack of closure...

My first post concerning the bad news was on giving the cast and crew their well-deserved thank you, because although many of us want to keep fighting, I realized I didn't want to 'miss the chance to say how much I care.' So, going to get sentimental from being in the depression period of grief, but still trying to process what others are saying and my own thoughts on why this one hurts so much more than some others. I mean, yes, because this show won't get it's conclusion but... I suppose that's just it. The word 'won't' right now. These wonderful performers and creators who were so confident that the show was getting renewed are now sending out 'it's been fun' messages that are so final. Like despite all the hope from before there is absolutely no way that Our Flag Means Death is going to continue in any way, shape, or form, even though we as the fans are working towards somehow changing the tides. There must have been some last minute decision that just ultimately went...

...and then it (initially) seems like it's just gone, swallowed by a black hole never to be seen again, the memory of it all doomed to fade into obscurity little by little as Max and other streaming platforms shit out season after season of other mindless dribble. And we didn't have time to bid farewell with all the confidence of a return going around, it just suddenly switched to 'bye bye.' Good bye. Because this seems like not only does that mean no more episodes, but no more content. Not a hint if we'll ever get any more stories, canon, BTS, or otherwise. No more speculation and hope to see if it will be confirmed. And will there be no more revisiting these characters even just for fun? That's what clenches my heart the most I think, if the actors can ever bring anything of these characters to life again in any capacity. Does Max own these characters to the extent that the actors might not even be able to bring them out, just dick around with on social media platforms or at cons? Can Max or WB forbid them from slipping into their characters or mentioning them just for shits and giggles? I mean, that's why some are extremely upset, because no more OFMD means more than likely no more of this Stede and/or Blackbeard, and certainly no more of their romantic dynamic. It doesn't seem like Rhys and/or Taika's style to revisit old projects from what I've seen (Unless I missed something? Taika I really haven't seen enough of, but Rhys not so sure. Maybe Rhys at least.) But there are other members of this cast who've been incredibly involved in interacting with the fanbase and being such a positive force in the fandom. Season three was supposed to be the final season, no questions asked, and they (and Rhys and Taika) deserved proper send offs. They and we are currently lacking closure with these words of finality, not just for the OFMD plot but the experience too, and it's hard to do that now because many of us are still willing to fight for it! Well, before pissing off and having another good cry, I want to again call out to the cast that they at least need to know they will ALWAYS be the OGs of their characters. They are the Mark Hamills of this beautiful queer pirate show, and while I hope their careers bring them the most wonderful projects and take them to immeasurable heights, I also hope that they will never forget they are THE pirate crew of OFMD and they always will be ❤️ I encourage them keep going to cons, I hope they'll never be afraid to step back into their character (if they can), and I wish, just as they keep advising aspiring actors, for them to keep that that thick skin and for great things to be coming their way. Most of all, I want them to know they will always be our stars 👍

And thanks again so much to the cast, crew, and creators who've honored us with such beauty 🌈

Y'all were done dirty, and EVERYONE knows it.

Even though we're gonna keep fighting. But just in case.

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 1 year ago

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Okay, so I finished BTLIO almost a day ago (ahem, at night) and still hasn't recovered.

Swallowed it up in one go, laid on my tear-drenched pillow.

Actually, I like how I knew they were doomed from the start but I kept trying to believe they might make it through djdhjdbs I like how you make me question the obvious outcomes. Right person, wrong time, wrong circumstances, I eat it up.

I dunno. This just feels very personal. Bc I've had a fair share of online friends in my life and with most of them I haven't talked for years and I can't even remember their names. I don't even remember what we talked about most of the time. But I'm grateful we stumbled across each other.

And like I have my uni friends now and I'm 99% this will go down the same path. We don't have any shared bond outside uni. I take this as philosophically (well, shared hatred for philosophy is one of our bonds) as I can and try not to dwell on it too much. Just enjoy our time as much as I can and not part on a bad note. Not all relationships aren't supposed to last long.

So like. You hit the bull's eye.

So this feels personal and like my fave fic of yours bc if how good you portray emotions and how logically it ties and–

Fuck u, I'm crying again. Thank u for it. Wish u inspiration for the upcoming fics in the series.

hello Lys. Hi!!

Thank you so much 🥺🥺

Everyone knew these bitches were doomed from the start and yet I played yall lmao. Feeling very evil and fun right now sjsjsjsjssksk

But thank you for loving this fic. It’s sweet (in kinda sad way) that it resonated so much with y’all. I’m happy you all found yourself seen.

I hope you get to keep your online/uni friends after the uni ends. It’s a very difficult transition but I hope y’all can maintain the bond and love.

And it’s a nice thought, I guess, that even briefly, you met some people.

Thank you again, babygirl. 🥺🥰❤️🌈🌻

#BTLIO #malec

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🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with? and

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Eyyyy Sunset! Always a pleasure to have you in my ask box! Let's see what you've got for me here: 🌈is there a fic that you worked really fucking hard on that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with? That would probably this part of A Little Faith, one of the Dragon Age fics that I started right before I stopped actively creating for that fandom, so I never got around to posting it, and honestly don't know if I ever will.

“A little help would be appreciated, thanks,” a voice rang out from behind him. Cullen turned to find Dorian struggling under the weight of Great Chancellor Roderick, who was slumped against the mage’s body. The cleric seemed barely alive. Bright red blossomed on his robes, and as Cullen heaved his free arm over his shoulders, his skin was cold. Together, they laid him down at the back of the Chantry. Even though the bloodstain’s growth stopped underneath the blueish glow originating from Dorian’s hands, Cullen didn’t need a healer’s expertise to know there was no hope for the man.

He wouldn’t last the night.

The realisation was barely a ripple in the sea of numbness that had swallowed him when the dragon appeared. Wounded or not, they were all without hope.

No one would last the night. Haven’s Chantry would be their final resting place.

Not if I can help it. Maker, I can’t help it.

From the numbness, panic surfaced, began circling him like a hungry shark, herding his mind towards inevitable doom. He cowered in the middle, tongue prickling, fingers clenched, Maker, I can’t help it, I can’t, I can’t—

He was their commander, he was supposed to find a solution, he was supposed to keep them alive, get them out, get out, get out, run—

The air in the Chantry became uncomfortably dry, and as he tried to force it into his lungs, it set fire to his throat. He needed to breathe, in and out and in and out to calm himself, but it was impossible. There were too many people, too close, everyone, everything was so close and coming closer. He felt the weight of the ceiling on his shoulders, the roughness of the walls brushing against his skin, run, run, just run, as the building threatened to crush him. He couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t—

Dorian’s voice was muffled by the buzzing in his ears. “You keep staring at me, Commander. Am I that fascinating to you?”

You—what? Suddenly, the tightness released its grip on Cullen’s chest, and he gasped for air like he’d been drowning. It was almost too much now, too much yet never enough, and as the buzzing receded and his fists unclenched, he felt sick. He would’ve wished for nothing but a quiet corner to sit down and close his eyes and breathe, breathe the nausea and the bad taste in his mouth away, but with Dorian’s eyes resting on him all he could do was to pretend nothing had happened.

“You’re still here,” Cullen said finally.

For someone who used to experience regular panic attacks in settings as mundane as waiting in a queue at the cashier's in the supermarket, or riding public transport, describing one unexpectedly proved hard as hell. I blame the fact it had been a while since the last one when I wrote it.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing There's a lot of poetry to it in parts, especially in the newer things. I quite like that.

#thank you so much for the ask!#asks #ask game #writing

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holyunholycluster · 2 years ago

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homestuck ask game: 🌈 🚫 🔨

Thank you so much for sending some in, hope you've all been enjoying 4/13!

This is going to get so very long, which is exciting but also 😅

tumblr's new editor really made this harder than it needed to be

↳ Game link; Status ⇢ Open; People playing in this post ⇢ 3

➤ 🌈 Did you or the trolls you knew have your canonical blood colors, or alternate blood colors?

Callopie;

i can't really answer this question with much assurance. i never met any of them. my experiences with trolls was close to, if not, nothing and i don't know the blood colour of the ones i did meet from what I can tell from my conversations I had with my counterpart Callopie and with jade I think most matched with canon except it sounded like a couple were different but how I am not sure just how they spoke it feels like a few were different

Mituna Captor;

JU57 7H74R71NG W17H 175 W31RD N07 70 U7H3 MY QU1RK WH3N 7YP1NG but I wanna be easily understood and not look like a total ass I got up a website to let me see what the canon colors are for everyone and it looks like I'm definitely on the AU side of things. I match so I thought everyone else did but no!

I know it's 0V3R K1LL but I coded up a little table to show canon vs mine underlined everything different on my side in case it's hard to see. I got the colors as close as I could without working on it too hard.

Hephaestus pass not thinking they can add anything.

➤ 🚫 What's one thing about your experience that Homestuck gets wrong?

Callopie;

none of us have read the part of the comic where I come to play so I only have what little I can look at to reference but I think the main details that are wrong in the comic for me is it feels like the comic portrays why I made my Choice much differently than what I feel is why I did many write it up to being in response to knowing I cannot complete my session so I simply give up I never gave up. I just wasn't worried about completing my session in the first place. I had different intentions going into the game than my counterpart did and it meant my reaction would also be different. I was not disappointed I could not win and made my Choice in spite of it I planned my choice long before that point. I can't say how or why but it was something I knew I would end up doing and accepted it and did not live depressed of this fact but happy I could use my doomed timeline to help others from my brother

Mituna Captor;

My memory beyond really small details that aren't really apart of the bigger deal I don't all remember that well. it's like concussion maddness and I'm just relaxing these days I'd like to think things other than the blood color stuff and who's who's dancester are the only things but who knows. I don't remember a whole lot, just how nice it is with Kurloz

Hephaestus;

I Can't Really Say Homestuck Got Much Wrong, It Just Left So Much Empty That Disappoints Me. So Little About Some Parts Of Our Duties And Who We Are Was Left Alone It Is Sad. We Play Such A Big Part In The Players Lives And We Played So Little But As Words In The Story Proper.

➤ 🔨 Did you have a sylladex? How did it work?

Callopie;

oh I barely even think about my dex anymore but it was a miracle juju dex. it worked no different than what the juju dex is, for the most part. it only added an effect at random it would released something from either of our inventory when it 'felt it was time'.

Mituna Captor;

I had two different sylladexes I used at the same time. one was a vending machine modus I just mostly used for storing drinks and food because it was fun and made me a profit-- it let you put things in it and it'll be stored in a vending machine, obvious, but you'd need to input money to get anything out unless you had a key and then you could take whatever you wanted out and get the boons people spent on it. yea it was a modus that was usable by anyone not just me my second one I don't remember the name but it made everything I put in it covered in black, and I'd have to guess or just use psionic powers to see what's what. liked it for the privacy

Hephaestus;

I Don't Have A Sylladex Being What I Am But I Wish I Had One. If I Had A Choice I Would Have A Dex Around Building Or Heat Maybe I Need A Vacation.

#our text #blackheart-biohazards #413blazeit #□ ー c a l l i o p e ¤ d o o m #□ ー m i t u n a #□ ー h e p h a e s

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andrasta14 · 2 years ago

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✨ Pequod all the way!!! ✨

It provided sanctuary to society's outcasts and the disenfranchised, and was made up of a crew of multiethnic, multi-religious and HELLA QUEER sailors. 🌈 (And it's been a very long time since I've seen a Pirates of the Caribbean movie, but I'm seriously struggling to recall a single main character in them that wasn't white and straight.)

Not to mention it served as a martial home to newlyweds Ishmael and Queequeg, the OGs of the there-was-only-one-bed and they-were-roommates tropes, who shared a bed at an inn for a single night and then got hitched the very next day. 💕

But unfortunately they, like everyone else aboard the Pequod, were doomed by the narrative and suffered a tragic ending -- and, if only for that alone, the poor ill-fated bastards deserve to have their ship honoured! After all, it's not their fault they got stuck with a revenge-obsessed, megalomaniac for a captain.💀

(Feel free to add more propaganda, my fellow Moby Dick enjoyers. It's not my strong suit, but I couldn't let our good friend, the Pequod, go unspoken for! 😅)

Battle of the Ships

Round 2 Part 1 Poll 2

Black Pearl : I love her your honor. One of my favorite parts of the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise is how they take things that are scary at first and make you love them. So, the cursed ship and her occupants that are terrifying in the first movie? They become the best characters and a ship worth fighting for. She’s all Jack Sparrow needs to be happy, just his ship (and some rum)

Pequod : Whaling vessel

#Moby Dick #Pequod!!! <333 #my random ramblings #poll

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God damn, your mind's just so precious 😱😍😍😍 it's really what struck me when i finished your fic, you picture him sooo well ! You're right, dark is really canon for him and (lets be honest) he's basically a piece of shit 😅 but it somehow nurish my masochistic kinks 😳 (I admit starting playing rdr2 this summer and I havnt finished the main storyline but I will as soon as I have the time 😭)

You can count me in for your next a/b/o fic 👋 i'm sure its gonna be awesome 🥺💗

I loooove all the ideas you decifered in this !! Like it's brutally honest that despite everything that will happen Micah will never truely love you (that's what I think of him too) but he's a crazyman and I just picture him being super jealous. Like real dangerously so. Not just about reader, but like you kind of portrayed it in Through the Briar, he's also super jealous of Arthur and that's what makes him super explosive.

Argh, why the objectifying possessivness of Micah over the reader carrying his child is so hot 🥵❤️‍🔥 ?? I havn't thought about it but you are so right about the fact that he would have no shame droping hint that he slept with the reader in front of all the crew, and she would probably never tell anyone that he forced himself onto her beacause she would be so ashamed...

Being pregnant with his child would doom the rest of the reader's life, like I don't think she could escape him for long... But what if she had a little girl ? How do you think Micah would react ? I'm not sure but I'd say that he'd be more distant with them, and reader would have a slightly easier life.

I kind of have the impression that if she trier to escape him though, bringing HIS child with her, he'd find her and make sure that she'd be trapped with another baby of him, making it even more difficult for her to run away...

But back to the camp, I feel like everyone would be concerned by the fact that Micah slept with the reader, but I think the only one that would have no doubt about the fact that it was non-consensual would be Arthur. Like, he saw how reader never talked back to him even though he's been roughing her up and he des not trust him. At all.

But without confirmation, he'd just be extra careful when he's around.

Seing how other would interact with reader after they found out about Micah would be vers interesting ! And also really sad for the reader...

You seem to have already so many ideas : I really hope you'll someday elaborate all of them in a sequel or something 🤩✨️

I laugh so hard at your alternative timeline with Arthur, the sunset and the credits 🤣🤣 I'll keep it dearly close to my heart for emotional support emergency 🧡

Oh please do ramble whenever you want I loved that 🤣💖 also thanks for your reply, it must have took you sooo long, but I enjoyed it so much 😘

I'm really happy it made you smile this early in the morning and I hope it made your day brighter ☀️🌈 Take care 💕

Ps : I'm sorry to ear that you were expecting hate on your lil diamond, I get that darker content can be targeted but these are fantaisies, and as long as they stay this way, I think we can all live a safer world 🌷 especially if everyone read the trigger warnings and age limits ! Stay safe everyone 💚

I am SO sorry for making you wait this long for an answer, this week has been eating me alive so far lol. And thank you again! To be 100% honest, out of the whole VDL gang he is the easiest to write for me because he is imo very predictable. Arthur and John are hard asf for me - or Javier. Oh my god, I can't read that guy at all!! For some reason my brain just vibes with Micah in that way lol. And I only played until Chapter 4 in February and finally completed the game this summer, so kinda same haha!! I'll try not to spoil you!! 💗💗 And @ the masochistic side of you! Totally get it! I love to write about hopeless and bleak scenarios, it's super cathartic to me. And from the main cast, Micah is just the one who comes to mind when thinking about rdr2 darkfic (because I don't quite think that even low honor Arthur would go as far as noncon of a fellow gang member? Idk just my impression. And the rest of the gang is at best emotionally manipulative, but I don't anyone would pull what Micah did in through the briar.)

I so agree with everything you said!! If you were to have a little girl instead of a boy, he'd definitely be more distant. But we saw in his letter to Amos that he does keep tabs on the people in his closer circle - and while he isn't going the be father of the year 1900-1910™, I do think that from that point onwards, you're 'his woman'. I think he'd have no issue with getting you pregnant again and again until you finally have that little boy. Mind you, I think he'd drop you off somewhere and stop by every weeks/months, like Arthur did with Isaac. He isn't gonna be around 24/7, he has his gang stuff to do and you'd only be a hindrance. Imagine how humiliating it has to be to make up lies about your 'husband' to the very few neighbors you do have and then it's... Micah. And regarding escaping him: yes, a hundred times yes. Wherever you're hiding out, he'll go in, guns blazing, and make a whole show of shooting every poor soul there. He'd be absolutely livid, to be honest, and he's gonna take it out on anyone standing in his way and THEN you. I genuinely think he'd even slap you for it. Definitely chokes you out for a little bit until your eyes are bloody and you're frantically kicking at the ground for release. And then noncons you. Just overall a super bad, gritty situation for you, so... don't even try it. (There are also a few things to consider regarding the epilogue but I'm not gonna spoil you haha!!)

The camp reactions are super interesting for me to think about as well; either a sequel that picks up where I left off or the 'escape in the epilogue' would be cool to write about but I don't think I'd get that fic done until next year summer (which sounds shocking, I know, but knowing my writing speed and what is in my immediate future, it's, unfortunately, the truth 😭). So let me elaborate on here before I leave you to starve (😭😭😭). I think, at first, the women would be put off immensely. As soon as they figure it out, I think they'd judge you, even if just a little. They've spent weeks, months shooting him and his disgusting advances down and while everyone knows Micah is a snake, they aren't safe from that little nagging voice in the back of their head that thinks about the 'what if you did this willingly...?' thing. The most level-headed ones of them are definitely Abigail and Tilly, I just see Abigail as the type to immediately see what's going on, much like Arthur (back to him and the men later, though). Mary-Beth seems to be somewhere in the middle and Karen the slowest to catch on. I think you could genuinely catch some of her ire at first, with her dropping some snide remarks. I think she'd be kinda mad? Until someone either tells her off or you tell her (which. Is hard. Speaking from experience.) Ms. Grimshaw? Hard to decipher. We've seen how she gets when one of the women is in danger, but the problem with the whole aftermath is that it involves TWO gang members... And one of them is regarded very highly by Dutch. So while I think there would be little fire from her side, she'd step in between you and Micah, here and there. Ultimately, she has very little say in it all, sadly. Sadie is just on the sidelines. It's not like she doesn't care but she doesn't really connect with the reader-character from through the briar and she has her own things going on. So, in short, I am still rather optimistic about your standing among the women. I think they can empathize, one way or another - no matter what they think, in the end. They might look at you funny for a bit if they think it was consensual (and they might never realize it wasn't) but time will heal those little bumps in the road, I'm sure. But still; there definitely will be a few drunken confrontations between Karen and you and they won't end pretty. But I do think Abigail cares a whole heap. We know about her past and I think she'd lend reader a shoulder to cry on, if you wanted to- which in my mind- you don't. (Like I said, I think reader would turn very quiet and reclusive after that night.)

Now onto the men: Most of them do not give a shit, in my honest opinion. The reader-character isn't necessarily regarded as pretty nor is she very sociable beyond the other women. There... isn't much to care about, as harsh as it sounds. She isn't hated or disliked, she's just an afterthought, you know? Dutch likes you well enough and Arthur is a genuine friend, and the rest... Very ambivalent. I think Charles immediately knows there is something wrong, he can read you like a book. Does he offer support? Hard to say, leaning towards no. He and reader don't really have a relationship and it isn't his place. Hosea might figure it out, too. And I think he'd call you over for a little talk but, again, reader just... can't speak about it. And honestly, I think the rest sees you in a more negative light afterwards. They probably don't put much thought into it being consensual or not, as harsh as it sounds. John might care a teeny tiny bit but someone like Bill? Jeez, no. Get ready to be mocked openly, when the chance arises. And Lenny? Oof, I think he just kinda knows something is off but much like Charles, he isn't gonna broach that topic anytime soon (again, not his place in his opinion). Dutch straight-up goes with whatever Micah feeds him, no doubt. That you both were drunk and fooling around, if he's ever questioned about it. That you're just having some buyer's remorse, basically. And quite frankly, Dutch wants to gloss over this, he needs everyone together and not divided. So don't expect much sympathy there. Now, Arthur... Arthur immediately notices how quiet you are and how you don't come to sit by his side anymore. And of course, as the absolute oaf he is, he'll probably think he did something wrong, at first. Until Micah drops his first comment and everything just clicks. I can actually see a big confrontation there and Arthur absolutely losing it - but like I said, Dutch believes Micah and needs the camp to be a united front. The fact that you were drunk is perfect for Micah's side - and Arthur will have to submit, ultimately. And I genuinely think your and Arthur's relationship would break over this; with him lording over you like some man-sized guard dog and you needing space - I can see reader snapping one day and Arthur taking it the wrong way, only for both of them to gradually grow apart. I am of course pulling from personal experiences and I leave the explanation at that so as to not trigger anyone on here.

Also, the way Micah would drop his little hints in the first place- he'll definitely get closer than ever before, not touching you, but caging you in with his body so you can't quite leave (like leaning next to you, not that anime move lmao, but definitely invading your personal space), trying to spook you, excessive pet names and overall way, way more attention... Super loud comments to the other men (ew ew ew) and a dozen new little jokes about you. Just thinking about it makes me pull a face, ew. And you touch on something I haven't thought about yet: another man approaching reader/flirting with you. I don't think he'll step in and be like 'be gone, that's my woman' (lmao never) but he'd make the worst, lewd comments about how he got you into bed and how you enjoyed it, about how 'easy' you are. Basically both humiliating you and trying to shoo that feller away. Yes, he did say that he's more likely to despise the women he has been with afterwards - and I totally think that manifests itself in more verbal abuse and shame. And if you're pregnant, back to the above haha.

Thank you so much for letting me ramble again and adding your own thoughts!! I am so happy to talk about this, you don't even know. If only I had more time 😭💕 But better late than never, right? I hope you have a lovely day wherever you are!!

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