#would be interesting to play around with things there of like. How Much would they have to Take from him

[fairestwriting]

this is corny so you don’t have to answer the req if you don’t want to, how do u think dorm leaders would react if the only girl in night raven college ended up in their dorm?

𐙚 Riddle Rosehearts

Well, he's definitely not spoken to a lot of girls around his age range... if he's even spoken to any of them at all. That's the main obstacle, in Riddle's case. He just feels like he doesn't know how he should talk to you.

He does have enough common sense to know he shouldn't treat you differently because of your gender. Obviously. So he's not going easier on you with the rules or anything like that— he'll still scold as harshly as he'd scold any rule breaking guy...

...That's what he tells himself, at least. In practice, it's still true, but he can't help but second guess if what he's doing is really okay, at least while he's still getting used to you.

Luckily, Heartslabyul students are, in general, pretty sociable people, so you actually manage to get along with your dormmates rather quickly. It's just Riddle that trips on his words every now and then.

𐙚 Leona Kingscholar

Honestly, he's not thrilled about it. But it has nothing to do with you personally, and everything to do with how he just knows some of the guys in the dorm might get a little too excited about it, and he'll have to actually put effort into making sure they behave.

It's not like they're creepy or disrespectful or anything. Even your most obnoxious dormmates will, at most, just be really awkward around you — It's just the right thing, in Leona's mind, to avoid having you end up in these weird situations.

With the large amount of beastmen in the dorm, though, it's more likely that they'd get too nervous to even do that. They don't play around when it comes to respecting women. If anyone even dared to think about going against that, they'd be very, very quickly outcast.

But besides that, you're just another member of the dorm, to him. He'll at most complain about the dorm getting attention just because there's a girl in it and nothing more. You're still getting the "Herbivore" nickname if he finds it applicable.

𐙚 Azul Ashengrotto

You don't see any of it, but he's ripping out his hair over the whole thing. And it honestly doesn't even have anything to do with you — It's just that it's all so sudden? Your acceptance into NRC, and into Octavinelle, will definitely attract some attention, and he wasn't given any time to prepare for it...

He definitely does his best to make it look like he wasn't taken completely off guard, though. You're welcomed into Octavinelle with a big smile from him, telling you how honored he is to have you in the dorm— And it's not a lie, really, he is glad to have you, he's just stressed out.

Azul is fairly decent at helping you get settled into the dorm, despite that. He'll ask for your thoughts on the room sharing situation on your very first day, and make sure you come to an agreement on the matter as soon as possible.

𐙚 Kalim Al-Asim

Honestly really happy to have you. NRC turning co-ed is a big deal, after all! It means a lot that his dorm gets to be the one to house the first girl to attend the school.

Kalim was planning to have a big welcoming party at the start of the school year anyway, but since it seems it'll be an extra special one, he'll change his plans accordingly. He might end up going a bit overboard, but it's better to do too much than too little, right?

After the initial fanfare, though, he'll also default to treating you like any other Scarabia student. Which doesn't mean he's any less friendly or warm, it's just that he shows the same amount of interest towards any new student.

He worries a little about you feeling out of a place, though. He's heard from the girls he knows that it can be lonely to be in a space that's all guys, and he doesn't want you to feel othered like that! Maybe he'll talk to Crowley about letting more girls transfer, or something. Or at least introduce you to his other friends, if you want.

𐙚 Vil Schoenheit

Honestly, he's a little stressed out. Mostly for the same reason that would make Kalim so happy and proud — NRC turning co-ed is a big deal, his dorm is the first one to house a female student, expectations are higher than usual.

He lectures the other students on what not to do on the first day, and personally talks to you to ask if there's anything you'd like to be done to the dorm to make you more comfortable. He's mostly thinking about things like whether you'd prefer to not have roommates and such, but he's pretty open to any request as long as it's reasonable.

Honestly, Pomefiore might objectively be the best dorm to end up in, in this case. The push for students to be open minded and respectful is real. Anyone who's too biased and unwilling to change just gets filtered out.

𐙚 Idia Shroud

People start whispering about it the second the news come out —Ignihyde is like a lair for awkward people, their leader himself barely attends class in person. Having the first female student of NRC join in surely will make everyone there lose their minds, right?

And, yeah, people do get anxious, sure. But Ignihyde's image as this safe haven for the socially awkward also means, to their members, that they can be at ease around each other. And you are one of them now, so...

You don't really talk to Idia directly, but that's just because nobody does. He sends Ortho to ask you if you'd like a room to yourself, or anything else, really— He avoids mentioning anything specific because he doesn't want to sound weird, but he'll make sure you have whatever you need.

Your dormmates warm up to you pretty fast too. They're shy, and a good amount of them probably never really talks to any girls, but you're still one of them, above everything else. Gender doesn't matter as much after the initial feeling of surprise is gone.

𐙚 Malleus Draconia

Malleus isn't that stressed out about it, honestly. He knows it's a big deal for the school as a whole, but to him, it's just something that should have been done a long time ago. It's not like restricting student genders was helping anybody learn magic.

He's a bit puzzled when Lilia asks him about possibly taking measures to make you feel more comfortable. He has no issue with taking them, of course, he just doesn't think about them right away? It won't occur to him that you might prefer having a room to yourself, for example.

Because of Diasomnia's reputation, you're sort of shielded from most unwanted attention from the rest of the school, and your dormmates themselves are pretty much all polite people who keep to themselves. It's very peaceful in there, really.

Overall it's just not a big deal to Malleus himself. He'll be curious about how you feel being the only girl in the school, sometimes, but he won't ask unless you haven't shown interest in speaking to him first.

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[comicaurora]

in that ask you mentioned other villains in your stories having similarly “tempting mistakes” — what are some other examples of that, in aurora or elsewhere? i’ve always been really interested in the characterizations of your antagonists, and i’m wondering if this has something to do with it

The Collector is so fixated on solving a problem that she's completely divorced herself from the world around her, and will disregard any cost in lives or suffering because it is truly irrelevant in the paradigm she's anchored herself into. Hyperfixation is a bitch, and obsession can make anything outside of it seem unimportant. To create a character capable of such effortless widespread suffering, she needed to be truly incapable of seeing it as relevant. Jolon is the same way, but in a much smaller scale.

Tahraim is a similar model of "disregards everything beyond extremely narrow priorities of what he cares about" but he's much less of a dick about it, so while he's not really a villain, his morality is still pretty situational.

Zuurith, like Shrike, is obsessed with control. He's the epitome of "the world would be perfect if everyone just did what I think is right," and that paternalistic impulse feeds into every savior complex and vigilantism fantasy. He wants the world to work Just So, but he can't even make his own domain do that, and rather than seeing that as a failure of the goal itself, he sees it as a failure of his execution.

Tynan just wants attention. Terror is the easiest way to get it. He's the star; he's the coolest, deadliest thing around. He's unstoppable, a literal force of nature. And yet he still only has so much control over how he's perceived, and that makes him so angry.

The Void Dragon is self-awarely evil. He is a monster, a nightmare, the dark heart of this tomb world. He knows what he is, and that makes everything so easy, because he's not capable of kindness or mercy or creation or anything beyond his role as the eater of stars. He knows what he wants, and he knows how to get it, and the only joy in his existence is how much he gets to play with his food. When you're trapped and the world feels small, cruelty is very, very easy. When you're certain you're only good for hurting things, hurting things can become all you do.

The Paladin Champion knows he's right. He has built everything around the rock-solid understanding of what is Good and what is Evil, and because of the cause he serves, what he does is Good, even if it is at times cruel or imperfect. Being certain you're right is a very dangerous thing. Being certain of the morality of your cause can make it very tempting to stop listening to the morality in your head.

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I have issues (MayaLeTissierXWiegmanReader)

Warning: some suggestive Content. Reader is a Type one diabetic.

Summary: you and Maya are Dating but No one knows. Well your best friend.jess does. So you have to Sneak around at Camp. Especially cause Sarina is your mother.

You Play for Manchester City, while Maya was the captain of Manchester United. The two of you have been together for 5 months now. All in Secret after you had been best Friends for like 6 years. Jess(Park) was also in your best friends group. It always has been the three of you. So she knew about the two of you Dating. No one else did. You both were adults of course but you still wanted to keep it to yourself for now. Especially cause you were on the way to England Camp right now and your Mom happened to be Sarina. You actually could have chosen to Play for the dutch national Team but since you were born Here in England you decided to Play for England as well.

Also whenever you walked into Camp your Mom always made sure to Check on your blood sugar with your App. Since you are a Type one diabetic. It didn't matter that you were 23 years old. If you only knew that this very topic would be the reason why your relationship wasn't gonna be a Secret for much longer.

You walked to your shared room with Jess. Yes you would room with her. Which was great cause she knew about you and Maya so you could be a couple in front of her and she didn't mind. Plus maybe she would give you time for just the two of you.

"so are you really sure you don't want to tell the Girls about your relationship? Or even your Mom? I mean this Is gonna be hard to hide for the next three weeks. Besides the two of you have been together for almost 6 months! That's half a year! At some point you have to tell someone!" Jess stated. You rolled your eyes a little but then sighed.

"are you done now? It's not so easy! Imagine this, i want to spent time alone with Maya during Camp and everyone knows. They totally gonna assume we are doing it!" You replied. She laughed softly.

"and 90% of the time they would be right assuming that! You two are like rabbits sometimes!" Your best friend said. You playfully pushed Jess onto her bed.

"shut up!" You told her and chuckled softly.

"Girl we also Life together back Home and the walls are thin! I know what's going on!" Jess answered. "You both are quite loud." She added.

"Jess! You are one to talk! You and your 'Lady Friends' are always loud as well!" You let her know. Laughing softly.

An hour later you were in the meeting room cause you wanted to discuss the upcoming days as a Team. Your Mom was already there of course so she pulled you into a hug.

"how are you?" She asked. What she meant was if your blood sugar was okay. You found it interesting that your Mom always became protective as soon as you were near her again cause she wasn't like that when you were away from her. You had a weekly call or sometimes you talk more than that with one another. But it was never this much. Possibly that was a Mom Thing. Which you didn't know about yet cause you weren't ready for kids yet. Neither was Maya.

"fine. My blood sugar is amazing Mom! It's like i am not a diabetic at all!" You stated. Your Mom shook your head.

"right, but you have to remember that you are a diabetic! And you need to be on top of things!" Your Mom informed you.

"i am aware! Can you Stop the Mom stuff now? I am an adult! And you are my Boss! So let's Talk Football!" You told her. Starting to get a bit embarrassed and annoyed in front of your teammates.

"y/n Katrina Wiegman, i don't care that you are an adult. Don't speak to me like that!" She told you, her voice was calm but stern.

"If you didn't want me to speak Up maybe you shouldn't have taught me how to talk!" You said, raising your voice. Leaving the room. Jess and Maya who watched from a few feet away quickly went after you. Which wasn't suspicious cause the three of you kind of were glued together just like Lucy & LJ or Tooney & Lessi.

You sat down on the Couch in the Team gaming room, crossing your Arms over her chest.

"Dude, that was alot!" Jess told you and sat down one your right side while Maya sat down on the left Side.

"she is acting like i am four and need her to keep me alive! I am fine!" You answered.

"Babe, relax. She is your Mom! My Mom is the same! And i don't even have Diabetes!" Maya told you.

"and you are my girlfriend. But you don't act like death is upon me all the time and i need saving!" You explained. Maya gently placed her hand on your knee, giving it a small squeeze.

"i understand that." Your girlfriend said.

"yeah same Here. We all care and worry about you." Jess stated.

"she is stressing me Out! She isn't like that when i am away from Camp or when i am not near her." You answered. Much more calm now. "I am sorry for that outburst. I just... I know she is my Mom and is worried about me! But i don't want her to feel like she has to Baby me. I want to be here and Play and make her proud. Like all of you want to do." You explained.

"so maybe don't yell at your Mom who is also your Boss!" Maya answered.

"yeah or she might put you in the naughty Corner and ground you!" Jess said and grinned softly. You flipped her off.

"want me to put you in the naughty Corner?" You asked her, trying to hide a smile.

You went back into the Meeting room with Jess & Maya.

"i am sorry for that outburst." You said softly. To basically everyone in the room. But especially your Mom.

"thanks for apologizing." Your Mom replied. "I am sorry as well! For being overprotective!"" She added.

"now that we figured that out, let's Focus on the upcoming Game against spain!" Leah spoke up.

"yes Captain!" You answered. The Strategy for the Game against spain was finally talked about.

Two hours later you were working Out in the gym. The entire Team was working out and having fun actually. You haven't noticed that your sensor had come of slightly. Enough to not work the proper way anymore. You were Stretching when you had to stop cause you felt quite dizzy and just like your mind was a bit clouded. Leah and Lucy who stood next to you. One on the right and one on the left side noticed it and stopped stretching.

"y/n? You okay?" Leah asked.

"hmm..." You mumbled out, starting to feel really not like, yourself at all. It sucked.

"okay Kid sit down!" Lucy said but when you moved to do so you almost fell over so both Leah and Lucy quickly grabbed a hold of you. Maya looked over and quickly raced over.

"Babe?! What's wrong?" She asked which didn't go unnoticed by your teammates. And by your Mom. Who was also on her way over right now. But she was more concerned about your health then your relationship Status right now. Lucy and Leah sat you down on the floor.

"Low blood sugar." You mumbled out. Maya checked your Phone and frowned.

"Looks Like something is wrong with the Sensor!" Maya figured out. Handing you a juice Box. Your Mom checked your Sensor and saw that it was not in place anymore.

"your sensor came off half way!" She explained.

"well this explains it!" Lucy stated. Maya was already checking your blood sugar the old Fashioned way. By pricking your Finger. Something you still disliked & won't get used to even after 15 years of being a Type one diabetic.

"you probably should be drinking two Juice boxes." Maya suggested. Everyone was quite impressed with how good Maya was with handling your blood sugar. So you finished your juice Box and got handed another one by Jess. Maya and Jess always carried Juice boxes for you in their bags.

"thank you!" You said after a few minutes. Looking at everyone. "I have ordered new Sensors cause appearently alot of people have the issue with those stupid sensors not sticking." You admitted.

"we are just glad you are okay!" Millie Bright stated.

"yes what she said!" Beth agreed.

"so now what's with Maya calling you Babe?" Grace wanted to know.

"yeah what is that about?" Lucy wanted to know.

"excellent question!" Your Mom replied. You and Maya Look at one another.

"we are a couple! For almost half a year now!" You admitted.

"we kept it to ourselves because we didn't want it to be weird on Camp!" Maya explained.

"i am Happy for the two of you." Your Mom answered.

"thanks Mom!" You said softly and smiled.

"yes thanks Sarina!" Your girlfriend replied. smiling softly as well.

"we are Happy as well! And Wish you all the best...also remember no sneaking around during Camp. We have to Focus on the Game!" Leah told you. The two of you agreed.

"got it Captain!" Maya said.

"Message received, Le!" You answered.

Maya and Jess walked you to your Hotel room. Making sure you took it easy for a little bit. Lunch was coming Up soon and everyone wanted you to be able to attanded practice later today so they made sure you didn't overdo it right now.

"i will take a little nap before lunch." You informed them. Maya pecked your lips softly.

"of course. Sounds like a good Idea." Jess said.

"we will be back in 30 minutes to pick you up for Lunch Babe!" Your girlfriend let you know, kissing you softly. You kissed back. Jess made a Fake gagging noise.

You sure were kind of glad that the truth was out there now and you didn't have to hide your relationship anymore.

[jarofstyles]

Picture blurb timeeeee. Low key a little sugar-daddy ish because someone sent an ask a little bit ago asking about it so I thought I’d find my way into the dynamic a little.

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Warnings- daddy kink (it’s been a whole), power imbalance (boss x assistant),

“You really want to assist me?”

Sitting with his palm laid on his thigh, the other holding the glass of whisky, Y/N looked up at him from across his desk. The chair was pushed back and away from the expensive, dark stained oak he spent most of his days behind. It was late in the office and Y/N had just helped him finish the last of his emails that had been backed up, but it hadn’t been lost on her that he’d been a bit spacey the whole time.

“Hm?” She looked up at him with rounded eyes from the pile of papers she was trying to clean up on his desk.

“Said, do you really want to assist me?”

Y/N knew that tone of voice. The one that made her quiver, her knees shake. The tone he took on when he wanted her in ways that HR would have a medical emergency over.

“Of course I do, Sir.” Her voice was airy as she stood up straighter, clasping her hands in front of her neatly.

He’d trained her well.

“Of course you do.” He echoed her words with a husky chuckle, placing the glass down on the striped coaster Y/N had crocheted him. “Come t’me. You know where I want you.”

He wasn’t playing around today. There was no hiding it, the hands moving to the arms of his chair as he waited for her to sit on his lap. Apparently, the first attempt wasn’t correct.

“Ah- no. Other way.” He murmured, watching her turn around so she was truly on him now. His chest against her back as he lifted his hands to adjust her the way he liked it. “There. Knew you could listen. You always do a good job for me, don’t you Sweets?”

“I try my best, Sir.”

“Y/N.” He mumbled, brushing the hair away from her neck. “You know what t’call me when we’re doing this.”

“S-Sorry. I try my best, Daddy.” Her voice wavered not because of uncertainty- it was excitement. Giddiness. They hadn’t done this nearly all week. Hadn’t touched like this because they’d been truly busy doing the job they both came her for, and Harry had obviously been stressed.

“That’s my girl. You know how much I like that.” His nose brushed over her sensitive skin, down her neck as he placed a wet kiss to the curve of it where it met her shoulder. “You’ve always had a knack for knowing how t’please me. I’m so lucky.”

Y/N preened at the compliment, leaning back against him as she let some of the tension from the day melt away from her. Harry took care of her. He always took such good care of her, made her feel good, made her feel healthy and happy, and she wanted more. Greedy wasn’t her usually feeling, but he’d not even kissed her in the last two days and it felt like she was finally getting a fix. “I like making your life easier. Making you happy.” She replied, a shuddery breath leaving her as his hands ran over her thighs.

The skirt she wore had ridden up, but that wasn’t a problem. That was exactly what the man wanted.

“And you do. Such sweet little thing. You help me work, you help me relax, you help me thrive. You, my sweet angel… have done everything I’ve ever needed. And that’s why you’re mine.” He’d made it abundantly clear that he didn’t share, and he had no interest in anything or anyone else. It had seemed too good to be true at first given what she’d heard of his prior activities but it was true.

Given the fact she made his calendar, she knew it would be near impossible for him to do regardless.

“I’ve been going crazy all week. Don’t like it when we don’t get to have our time alone together.” He sighed, sliding his slightly cool hand up her skirt. There was no hesitation, no question about it as he teased the hem of her panties, feeling her squirm just a little. Knuckles brushed back and forth over the edge, a happy sound leaving his lips as he felt her tense just the slightest bit at the close proximity to where she wanted him the most. “I know you have been too. S’not fun to be too busy to give you my cock.”

As much as he obviously enjoyed work, the place she saw him happiest was when she woke him up with her mouth on his cock, taking him down the way he liked.

“I do miss it.” She replied, swallowing the moan she wanted to let out as he nudged his hand fully between her thighs to cup over her cunt. There was no doubt he could feel the damp fabric, the way her clit was most definitely pulsing now. Holding it like he owned it, owned her- and he did. Y/N would hand over every inch happily if it meant she got to be his. She had been his since the first time he’d lifted his eyes and asked her to get him a coffee. “I miss when we can’t be close.”

“God, you’re fucking sweet.” He shook his head in disbelief, his free hand curling over her breast. It seemed he truly didn’t get how he had her devotion at times, but it was easy. For as prickly as he was, he treated her right. After a string of awful circumstances when it came to dating, he managed to blow them all out of the water. “I’ve had half a mind to bend you over every time you entered the office. To get you under the desk and suck. But we were too busy. I think that we’re going to take a break.”

A break? That had her curious.

“What do you mean, Daddy?” She turned her face to look at him, smiling slightly when he nudged his nose against hers.

She loved when he smiled back at her. His dimples. His teeth. The way his eyes softened just for her. It wasn’t often she got them, but she was seemingly the only one who did.

“I think that I need an entire week t’have you all to myself. I don’t want anyone interrupting. I don’t want phone calls. I just want you.” Harry’s fingers tugged the panties to the side, the little mewl she let out when his thumb slipped over her clit making him hum. It had swelled, hot and slick underneath his fingertip as he played with her pearl. Just how he preferred. “We’re going to Italy. The coast. Rented a pretty pink boat for us, because I know you’d love it.” It had taken him a bit to find a pink boat that would fit his needs, but he’d done it for her. He’d buy it at the end if that’s what she wanted. “Going to have you as much as I want, as much as you want.”

A getaway wasn’t something she’d done with him. It was something he mentioned in passing but the actual plans had her giddy. “Really?” Her words were breathless as his other finger slipped into her cunt, making her squirm. “We’re gonna… we’re going?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, connecting their lips in a chaste kiss. “We’re leaving here, going to let you pack a bag, and we’re taking my plane. You’re going to sleep with my cock tucked up into you, and by the time you wake up we’ll be there.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” She grinned widely at him, only letting it fall as he curled his finger the way she liked. “I-I’ll make you so happy. I promise.” The concept of spending all that time with him alone was a reward in itself. A man who never took a real day off going off the grid to a yacht he booked because she liked the color of? It was far more than she’d expected.

“And I’ll make you happier, darling. Just wait n’see.”

[inbabylontheywept]

Yo. Dumbass autism sufferer here. Just wondering how the everloving shitfuck you managed to get your writing so engaging? I'm not the worst, but I also feel like I stopped getting better years ago. I can regurgitate tropes and give twists on them, but it always feel like, idk, obvious? Simple? Your stories are anything but, and I was wondering if there's a trick to it, or some wisdom for you to share, or if you just happen to be a very interesting person? Or is it that dreaded "you just gotta work on it" that people keep talking about (as if I haven't been writing my dumbass stories on and off since 09, though i suppose "work on it" is supposed to be a move involved process than 'just write some shit at 3 am'). Also, your aviators sound great.

Generically, if you want to develop engagingness, I recommend writing online. Online feedback comes most handly in terms of engagement (upvotes, likes, kudos, reblogs, comments, shares, favorites, etc) and because the writing is short form, you get that feedback quick enough to immediately change and develop a style. I don't know how to put it exactly, but it's like it takes ten pieces to develop a good writing voice, and the size of those pieces mattters less than the fact that they exist and you got feedback on them. So writing very long works can underdevelop voice development because it takes too long to produce the The Ten Pieces.

The downsides of writing online is that the hyper development of engagingness and pacing (the twin skills of Never Boring Your Reader) often don't carry over as well into longer form works. I still highly recommend it because you can get years of style and pacing related skills done in just a few months, but don't expect short stories to just organically turn into novels. I did, and I feel very silly about it now.

If you want good writing advice, I also recommend WonderBook to anyone that asks. It's the only book with advice about writing that I have ever liked, at all, ever. It has pictures. It has web exercises. It's written by Jeff Vandermeer, who is talented and well adjusted and will not say insane shit like Being An Author Requires Writing 10k Words A Day + Substance Abuse + Daddy Issues. If read one book next year, aim for that one.

For me personally: I started writing on HFY. The tropiness gave me structure to start my stories around, and general reddit pseudo-anonymity meant that I had basically the same shot of getting noticed every day that the really talented old hands did. So if they wrote a flop, and I accidentally wrote a zinger, I'd get my 24 hours at the top of the subreddit, then the content cycle would move on. As a new writer, this was a huge benefit to me, but I frankly don't know why the older authors put up with it. Still very grateful that they let me ride their coattails for a while.

That forum helped me develop my prose smoothness, my story pacing, and my general story ideas, but it still kept me in a small box, and it just didn't do a lot to develop a writing voice.

(I don't know what you write, but if you're feeling like you just do tropes with a twist, I felt that way when I got to the end of my reddit writing. I think that was my sign to move on to writing something else.)

Eventually, I went to tumblr and started writing here, which gave me new things to work on. The site just has its own unique tastes. Reddit wanted good story ideas within a constrained genre, smooth but not standout prose, clear story outlining, and above all, great pacing. Tumblr likes stories that feel personal, that are highly idiosyncratic, unstructured, and told with prose that feels a bit dramatic. Tumblr readers love it when you play with words. Reddit readers just kind of tolerated it.

But that environment gave me room to work on my voice. Which contains a lot of those things - the idiosyncratic speech style, odd words, personal feeling, close, lots of word play, a much more dramatic voice than Reddit's "never met an adverb I liked" style preference.

So that's how I developed my engaging style. Reddit was, at that time, unusually friendly to new writers. I don't think it has kept that trait. The key that I've seen in my writing growth is that changing platforms and audiences changes what skills are needed to hold their attention. If you feel stagnant, maybe try writing on AO3, or Reddit, on in some new niche. They're always moving. I don't know where they all are now.

(Also thanks for the ask. It wasn't just very flattering, sitting down to write this out actually organized my own thoughts. Frankly, I've been feeling a little stagnant in my writing too, and I'd kind of forgotten why I started writing short stories. My own skill gaps are in long form. I think that if I want to grow, that's where I need to aim.)

(Also also - thank you for liking my aviators.)

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Paul as your partner...

He's a package of chaos, hairspray, and fishnet all wrapped up together with studded leather- deceptively sweet and tender. He's playful and carefree, ruling the night with his fellow boardwalk vampires.

Living as a thrill chaser, he's lovesick and eager to have you in his un-life .As a partner he's both your best friend and your lover. Engaging in deep conversations with searching eyes and a thirst to know the finest threads of your existence whilst tethering himself to you with shared breath and protective touches. His hands roaming both your soul and your body, eager to express himself truly.

He always wants to lift you up and make you feel wanted and beautiful. Because you are with him.

He never does things half-assed. Everything is intentional. The compliments, the flirtatious comments, his eyes admiring over your face to peer into your eyes as if hoping to see right into your soul for him to grasp and keep. All with a dopey lovesick smile and alluring dark eyes.

Eccentricity has always been his style, and you're no exception from it. He loves you wildly and freely, just like how he wants to live forever. With you by his side.

ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

♡ Expresses a lot of affection for you through music. From making you personalised mixtapes with songs that he thinks you'll like, to songs that express how he feels about you. (Always in the form of dark sultry rock with an ache of yearning, or electric and pulsing and exciting). One thing he loves doing with you is taking you on dates to the concerts, holding you in his arms as you both rock to the music. He keeps you safe in the crowds.

♡ He's very touchy and physically affectionate, and he always matches your level of comfort. An arm slung snug around your shoulder as he walks with you around the boardwalk, chilled calloused fingers and dull spiky jewellery tracing shapes up and down your skin when he has you curled up in his lap for a lazy cuddle.

His breath ghosting against your neck as he kisses up your jaw sweetly and teasingly to wake you up, fingertips tracing the hollow of your throat to feel your pulse flutter. Grinning against your neck as he playfully presses the blunt of his teeth against the delicate skin there, before kissing over it again apologetically. Grunting little laughs as you swat and squirm against him. He's just playing. Was that too much? Yeah? Awe.

♡ Climbs up to your window to kiss you goodnight. He's often hovering outside the apartment late at night just to see you, checking in on his favourite girl.

He'll be casually hanging outside your window, legs kicking contently as his knuckles barely pale as he grips the ledge of your windowsill with ease. Peering at you with devastatingly pretty doe blue eyes that make you shy as he charms his way into receiving a kiss. Maybe even charm himself inside, all to get your permission.

Serenades you with a boombox to make you laugh- and he can't help but grin back when he sees you roll your eyes and laugh sweetly at how he's standing below your window with that big clunky boombox held high above his head. Feigning a silly cheesy cry of apologies and confessions from a bad romcom. He's ridiculous, and he does it to make you laugh.

♡ He'll give you piggyback rides around the boardwalk when you get tired. Carrying you through the glowing light of twilight, placing you high on his shoulders to watch the concert. Your heart beats steadily and intimately against him when he has you close to him like this, so loud and so sincere that it fills his empty ribs with life he hadn't known he was missing. Your heart is capable of filling the both of you with life.

♡ He's protective of you, and hates to see you upset.

His grin will fall the moment he hears that you're upset or hurt, or if someone has made you uncomfortable. He drops the charade of aloofness and messing around to something eerily serious. What? Someone said something that upset you today? C'mere, tell me about it yeah? Come to me?

♡ Finds peace with you when he gets high.

There's not a better down to earth pastime to him more so than simply melting into his makeshift bed of plush cushions and fabric, the noise of crashing waves echoing in the distance, and you nestled snugly against his side with your fingers in his hair. Holding the rolled spliff to his lips to breathe in, surrounded by the scent of weed and you.

"You're so beautiful". You sigh softly, giggling at his awe struck expression. His eyes are blue and bright and devastatingly pretty.

He blinks at you. Slow and sleepy. The whites of his eyes are a hazy bloodshot rosy pink.

"Y'think I'm pretty?". He murmurs softly, and you chuckle again at his expression. Like he's seeing the moon for the first time. Unblinking and awe struck.

You reach to pinch his cheek, cooing pretty boy . He takes your wrist before you can pull away and he nuzzles against it. The coarseness of light facial hair and warm skin nestled against your palm. He's blushing.

"I could just eat you up baby, saying stuff like that". He grumbles against the clammy skin of your palm, dragging his tongue over the intricate unique creases in your hand. Savouring it. Memorising it. He makes a sound like a moan.

"Y'taste like sugar". He slurs, groaning.

"Ew, Paul!". You shriek a little giggle, attempting to shimmy off his chest. His arm just clamps around your waist tighter. Clingy and spoiled.

"No come back, seriously, you taste like sugar. Fuck, you drive me crazy baby".

He presses slow open mouthed kisses over your wrist and up your arm. You bristle, feeling teeth graze over skin. You can't quite pinpoint if it's fear or arousal. Maybe both. Still, you are instinctively tense.

Paul, in his intoxicated daze, still notices. He presses one last kiss against your upper arm before lightly pressing his nose against the spot where he kissed. Inhaling deeply.

"You drive me crazy... But y'know what else you do?". He murmurs softly in a breathy slur. Like a whispered secret only meant for you.

Slowly, he leans back against the mattress, taking you with him. His hair sprawls around him like a golden halo, and you're cradled against his chest again. You can feel your own heart beat loudly against his cold hollow chest.

"You make me so calm. Like... You're so peaceful and gentle, it makes me feel like I'm hanging on cloud nine. Like I'm dreaming. Like I'm in heaven".

His tone is sombre and happy. You feel like tearing up at the confession.

He nudges his ring clad knuckles lightly against your chin, leaning in to inhale your soft breath. Finding be likes this much better than the half finished spliff that's burning in the ash tray next to him.

"You're the closest thing I'll get to heaven".

He blinks at you. Searchingly, almost begging. Like he's asking for something he doesn't know the answer to.

"can I keep you?".

[rosenclaws]

Hi

Headcanon for when you see someone flirting with Logan and how he reacts when you get a little possessive?

Love these they are so much fun.

😊💜

That would be me fr because no one better come after my man tyvm

Origins Logan -

So Logan is a very handsome guy and he knows it. His coworkers know it and they rib him about it sometimes. Truth is they're just as jealous that Logan could charm anyone he wants to. This time though, its the new secretary of the lumber yard. All his coworkers have tried and failed to ask this girl out. She's not interested in them. But the second her eyes saw Logan coming out of that truck she was smitten. Too bad she barely paid attention to you sitting in the passenger seat. You shrugged it off, besides Logan only has eyes for you anyways. He barely spared her a glance when he walked over to check in for the day. But she kept trying. Over and over she would flirt with Logan who barely reacts.

Finally you've had enough. You were dropping off Logan again and saw her ready to sink her teeth in. You get out of the car and call out his name. "You forgot this babe." You say, sneaking a look before pulling Logan into a very heated kiss. You can hear some of his coworkers hollering but you don't care. "Hurry home because I have something very special planned." You say loud enough for her to hear before leaving. Logan just smirks. You're so hot when you get jealous . He can't wait to get home.

Trilogy Logan -

You shouldn’t feel jealous but you do and you hate it. It was a new mutant stopping by the school. A former student from long ago and she had powers that could help on the next mission. Now Logan is a handsome guy and of course she happens to show up after he’s done in the danger room so he’s all hot and sweaty. She gravitates to him immediately. Logan gives her a nod but doesn’t say anything else. You can’t help yourself as you walk up and take Logan’s attention. You feel a little bit of pride when he softens up seeing you. You could feel her glaring at you but you didn’t even look at her. It continues on like that the whole week she was there.

She thinks that Logan is playing hard to get when in reality he just isn’t interested. He is interested in seeing you get jealous. He can see the scowl form on your face the minute she walks in the room and he loves it. He loves seeing you get possessive of him like that. He teases you about it but of course promises he doesn’t want anyone else. Sealing his promise with a very hot make out session that someone happened to walk in on. You couldn’t keep the smirk off your face as she walked in on Logan sucking on your neck.

DOFP Logan -

Older professor Logan is one hot man and everyone knows it. It’s really not her fault. She was a waitress at the diner you were eating at. Logan looked extra yummy that day, his voice a little more rough and his hair just a tad more messy. You were used to people finding him attractive but no one was as brave as this girl you’ll give her that. She boldly flirted with Logan. Only giving him her attention. She completely ignored you when you tried to ask a question. Only answering it when Logan told her that you had a question and all you got was an annoyed look and a half assed answer. It pissed you off to no end. Logan saw the way you moved closer to him. How touchy you got when normally you don't like PDA. He just smirked and let you do your thing. You didn’t need him to stand up for you when you could handle yourself. You pulled the chain around your neck and popped off the ring that was sitting on it. Placing it on your finger where it belonged. When she brought the check and had the nerve to offer him something sweet for dessert. You made sure to flash the ring in her face before saying thanks but your husband wasn’t interested in dessert. The deer in the headlights look on her face was everything as you walked out of that diner. Logan just chuckled and kisses you sweetly when you got in the car. Saying he likes when you get jealous. You just shrug and admire the ring on your finger. He’s yours and you’re not afraid to show him off.

Old Man Logan -

Logan wasn’t the man he used to be and he knew that. But he was perfectly happy with you and Laura. Now just because he’s older doesn’t mean he lost his good looks. In fact you’d argue he got hotter and one person who noticed was your very nosey neighbor. After everything you, Logan, and Laura moved to a small town on the west coast. Your neighbor Linda was way too cheery and very interested in your husband. She brought over a terrible casserole the first night in the house and she kept coming over. She’d always praise Logan for being such a good father and ask for his help around her house because her husband wasn’t as strong as he was. If your eyes could roll all the way to the back of your head they would have. Logan was polite about it but she was clearly annoying the hell out of him. It all go worse at the neighborhood pool party. The moment Logan took off his shirt to get into the pool with Laura all eyes were on him. You couldn’t stand the way Linda oogled your husband. So you put on your sweetest voice and kindly asked him to help you with your sunscreen. Logan caught on immediately and he just grinned. An excuse to rub sunscreen on you?? Hell yeah. He peppered kisses along your skin and you could feel the jealousy from the other side of the backyard. Was it petty? Yeah it was. As he finishes up he whispers how hot it is to see you so jealous and that he likes it when you get a little mean. You played dumb, just saying you needed him to reach your back. And you wanted Linda to know that Logan was your man. She can look all she wants but she can never touch.

Worst Logan -

Worst Logan is sooooo hot and he didn’t even seem to notice. He knew a little bit. I mean he was ripped. But he had spent so long in a world that hated him he became a little…oblivious to when people were flirting with him. Which was exactly what one of Vanessas friends was doing at Wade’s party. It was almost painful to watch. Logan could clearly careless and she just couldn’t get the hint. He was working on being friendlier but this conversation was like nails on a chalkboard.

You were helping with set up and you were starting to regret saying yes to Wade. Then you see her pit her hand on his arm and you snapped. Walking over and putting on your best fake smile. You greeted her but turned your attention to Logan. Sliding right into his lap. He welcomed you happily. Smiling and kissing your cheek when you lean into him. Vanessas friend quickly excuses herself, mumbling something about needing a drink. Logan was happy to have you with him and noticed the pout on your lips.

He teases you about it, poking you like an annoying little kid until you admitted you were jealous. Logan likes that, to know you care so much about him that you’d get jealous at the idea of someone else flirting. As people started to arrive he whisks you away to his room. You guys never liked parties anyway.

[housemdork]

house md season 2 review!

season strengths, highlights, low points, and some house md blasphemy awaits you below.

what can be said about season 2 that hasn't been talked about to death? this was such an amazing watch. the stories are even more vibrant than on my first go-around, and the showrunners' confidence just oozes out of nearly every episode.

season strengths:

season 2 is all about the house md wow factor, and it's not just sequestered to the season finale. almost every case in season 2, and the corresponding storylines between the characters, are leagues more interesting than season 1's. does this come at the cost of some realism? of course lol. but i have to admire their growing ability to mingle batshit patient stories (i.e., "clueless") with whatever the gang has going on. it's hard to be bored during this season.

intertwining everybody. everyone has spoken to each other, disputed one another, said something kind and mean about the other, etc. more than that, things are MESSY! but it's BELIEVABLE! ever since "hunting," the PPTH staff have become increasingly wound up in each other. highlights ofc include chase/cameron, house and foreman as mirrors, the burgeoning saga that is hilson, and cuddy/house.

wilson. i'm serious. they could have gone either way with wilson at the end of season 1, keep up the crooked angel-on-house's-shoulder or give him his own rich personhood, and guess which one they went with!? 2x14-2x19 (sans 2x18) is one of the craziest runs of the entire show, esp for your resident wilson enjoyer. and every new piece of info we get about him, the "worse" his character seems on paper while also endearing himself to the audience. we really are in house's POV. plus this is the real foundational comphet wilson season. 2x14, i carry you close to my heart. he is Performing Those Rituals. Maintaining That Persona.

speaking of comphet wilson - everything is at least a little bit queer in season 2. is that the lens i am bringing to the show? absolutely. but would a 2000s doctor show typically lend itself so well to my kind of analysis? NO. there's such an intricate system of othering at play that links disability to homosexuality to gender performance and back again, and the characters weren't just not whole enough in season 1 to pull this off. it's not just comphet wilson; it's the Mega Queer Greg House of it all, too. and the number of times this season basically penalized/demonized heterosexuality lmfao.

catholicism/house's deification. my 2x08 recap wasn't so much about the episode at large, but more so a close-reading of just how much catholic imagery they loaded it up with, and that's been a consistent joy of mine to observe. watching house struggle with his own personhood and struggle to maintain control, while at the same time having characters like chase (mostly chase lol) symbolically worship house against their better judgment will always get me. wilson's line in 2x19 about believing in something but still failing to live up to it is so prophetic.

season weaknesses:

stacy's departure...where did she go? i mean yeah, she had a sendoff, but house md's quiet-killing of characters (re: vogler) is kinda awkward lol. i thought there would be at least one more passing scene with her, or even a reference beyond what wilson says in 2x12 to lay his cruelty to house on even thicker. RIP stacy warner. see you again in 8x22.

the wow factor giveth and the wow factor taketh. while "skin deep" isn't in my least favorites, it negatively impacts the season overall. sometimes we did, in fact, do Too Much. it's a calculated risk, plunging house into his worst states and expecting viewers' sympathy in return, and this is one of those rare occasions where it missed the mark because the episode, not just house himself, was punching down.

favs:

2x19 "house vs. god": i'm being so sincere when i say that this episode has quite literally everything i could ever want. it balances religiosity, masculinity, sexuality as something to be manipulated, and social othering, all wrapped up in the flag of Comphet Wilson. the notion of a "functional vampire" so clearly describes how we really do function in the world, seeking out validation via love and vice versa. it also establishes the enduring nature of house and wilson's relationship. when you leave 2x19, you have a deep-set, almost subliminal understanding that these 2 are inseparable, which sets the stage so excellently for the strain of season 3.

2x24 "no reason": this one was vying for first place and nearly got there! there's nothing unique i can add to our collective appreciation for 2x24. it's a case study in what makes house md tick, carried on the shoulders of hugh laurie's strongest performance yet. and the downright surety the showrunners have in fooling us into the climax is well-founded and well-deserved. house md's emphasis on internality is unmatched.

2x17 "all in": this is the house md equivalent of a fantasy royal ball episode and it means the world to me. on top of all its thematic work about house/god, we also get hilson cigars, which is something i hold so near and dear to my heart. cameron and cuddy look incomprehensibly beautiful. wilson won the poker tournament. he had pocket aces. "poker face" by lady gaga.

i know. i know. "euphoria part 2" isn't on my list. i already feel bad about it. my defense is that these are my favs not just for my Critical Thinking Reasons, but because i have a blast watching them, and 2x20-21 are such devastating blows to the psyche that i can't call them my favs. some of the best of the entire show? for sure.

least favs:

2x18 "sleeping dogs lie": suffered at the hands of its predecessor and successor, both of which are in my top 3 favorite of the season lol. as i said in my recap, i just think this one is repetitive and doesn't add much new to the table. 2x20-21 picks up cameron's characterization specifically in a much more innovative way, but i suppose that wouldn't be possible without 2x18, so i digress. just eh all around.

2x09 "deception": nothing major against this episode, i just didn't find it to be memorable. there were a lot of missed opportunities to expound on house's understanding/retaliation against munchausen's, and it's a good thing that we got a proper foreman era later on to make up for this bit.

overall rating: 9.5/10. maybe i'm just being like that one professor who can't give a 100% because nothing is perfect, but i just can't do it! 2x13 is a big hit to the season, and there is some repetition abound. but it hardly gets any better than this. season 2 is truly a delight, an impeccable improvement from an already great foundational season. this next phase of my rewatch was pretty exhausting and rewarding because the episodes are complex and worth your goddamn time! pay attention, dammit! there are gay people in the doctor show!

also, can you believe that we're a 4th of the way through the ENTIRE show?

favorite wilson moment:

no one is surprised.

[rubywillkins]

The Grand Pursuit|

Pilot

A luxury villa nestled in the hills of the French Riviera. Hidden cameras. Unpredictable games. Seven high-profile racers. One girl they never saw coming.

“It was never supposed to be about love. It was a game. One prize. One crown. But when you put seven men used to winning… and one woman they didn’t expect… in a house with no rules—everything changes.”

Y/N’S PRE-ARRIVAL INTERVIEW

Y/N sits alone on a velvet armchair. Her hands clasped in her lap. Soft makeup. A simple white dress. She looks curious. But not naïve.

Y/N (smiling):

“I thought this would be just a challenge show. You know—run some races, solve puzzles, win immunity, whatever. I didn’t expect... them.”

Producer (off-camera):

“Do you think you’ll fall for anyone?”

She laughs.

Y/N:

“I’m not here to fall. I’m here to win.”

THE GUYS ARRIVAL

FIRST TO ARRIVE: LEWIS HAMILTON

A sleek black Mercedes glides up the cobblestone driveway. Lewis steps out, tailored cream suit, sunglasses on, quiet power.

Lewis (confessional):

“This isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve seen people play dirty. I’ve seen people break. But me? I’m here to observe. Win. And leave.”

He strolls through the villa’s tall front doors like he already owns the place. Picks the room with the biggest window, pours himself a drink, waits.

NEXT: CHARLES LECLERC

A red Ferrari. Of course. He jumps out, hair messy, smile wide.

Charles:

“Bonjour! Where is everyone?”

Lewis (smirking):

“You’re early.”

Charles:

“Or maybe just eager to win, no?”

He walks into the kitchen, opens a bottle of wine without asking, takes in the villa.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

He doesn’t greet the camera crew. Just nods once. Tosses his duffle bag inside.

Max (confessional):

“There’s no team here. No pit wall. Just instincts. That’s all I need.”

He doesn’t speak much—but his gaze lingers when the others talk. Especially on Lewis.

LANDO NORRIS

Lando slides out of a blue McLaren with a ridiculous floral shirt and no care in the world.

Lando:

“Tell me there’s a hot tub.”

Charles (laughing):

“There’s three.”

Lando:

“Perfect. I’ll be in it before anyone learns my name.”

But when he sees the camera crew swarming a second black SUV pulling in, his cocky demeanor freezes for half a second.

OSCAR PIASTRI

Quiet. Minimal luggage. Dressed simply. Almost too simple—like he wants to be invisible.

Oscar (confessional):

“Everyone here’s loud. I don’t need to be. I’ll win by staying quiet… and watching.”

FRANCO COLAPINTO

Late, running in with a suitcase in one hand and coffee in the other.

Franco:

“Sorry, I got lost. But this place? Insane!”

He fist-bumps everyone—even Max, who doesn’t budge.

CARLOS SAINZ

Arrives like a telenovela star. Slow smile. Button-down shirt half open.

Carlos:

“Seven men, one game. I say let’s make it...interesting.”

THE GIRLS ARRIVAL

JESSICA

First to step out. Designer heels. Flips her hair like she’s already won.

Jessica:

“I better not be sharing a bathroom. And if there’s a bunk bed—I’m leaving.”

CASSIE

Follows close. Mimics Jessica’s expression every two seconds.

Cassie:

“Jess, I think your dress is the best I’ve seen so far.”

Jessica:

“Obviously.”

NATALIE

Wears denim and sneakers. Instantly looks uncomfortable around the cameras.

Natalie (to Y/N):

“You nervous?”

Y/N:

“A little.”

Natalie:

“Stick with me. We’ll survive this.”

ALICE

Waves too excitedly. Tries to kiss Franco on the cheek. He pulls away awkwardly.

Alice:

“Oops! Cultural thing, I guess.”

Charles (whispers to Carlos):

“She’s going to be… fun.”

LAILA

Sweet, bubbly, and already hugging everyone.

Laila:

“I made everyone friendship bracelets! I didn’t know how many people, so I made 20.”

Oscar (quietly):

“That’s… adorable.”

REVAN

Walks in last. Black eyeliner, all black clothes. Eyes locked on Lando.

She barely glances at Y/N. But when Lando walks by, her eyes track him like a hawk

HOST ANNOUNCEMENT

All 14 contestants stand in the massive foyer.

BOOMING VOICE :

“Welcome to The Grand Pursuit. This is not just a competition. This is a war of instincts, alliances, manipulation... and survival.”

Eyes dart across the room. Jessica folds her arms, unimpressed. Lando leans back against the banister, pretending not to listen. Y/N stays perfectly still.

“Each week, you’ll face two things: a house task, and a private challenge. The winner will earn immunity, influence, and something even more valuable—time with who they want. The loser? One step closer to elimination.”

“Let’s begin.”

A thick curtain at the back of the foyer drops suddenly. Behind it, a massive sliding glass wall opens—revealing the outdoor challenge arena. White gravel paths, obstacle stations, a tall metal structure, and a large pool at the center.

TASK 1: “THE TRUST TEST”

The group walks out, blinking against the Riviera sun. The camera follows overhead.

At the center of the garden is a tall platform, at least 20 feet high, with a thin ledge.

A wide foam pit—partially water, partially cushions—lies below.

HOST’S VOICE:

“Your first challenge is simple. One of you will fall. The other will catch. Or fail.”

“This is a trust test. You’ll be randomly paired. One will climb to the top of the platform and fall backwards. Eyes closed. Arms out. No second-guessing. The other must catch them. Successfully.”

“Win as a pair, you’re safe. Fail… and one of you will face The Consequence Vote.”

Jessica (whispering to Cassie):

“Ugh. Fall backwards? What if I break something?”

Cassie:

“I mean… it is televised. You’ll look brave.”

Jessica (scowling):

“Bravery is for poor people.”

Y/N (to Natalie, softly):

“This is crazy. What if they drop someone?”

Natalie:

“Then I’ll haunt them. Or sue.”

Max (to Lewis, dryly):

“I don’t trust anyone enough to catch me.”

Lewis (grinning):

“Then maybe don’t fall.”

PAIRINGS REVEALED

A tablet is brought out and placed on a stand. Everyone gathers around. The screen randomly shuffles names.

ON SCREEN:

Y/N – Oscar

Jessica – Lewis

Revan – Lando

Alice – Charles

Laila – Carlos

Natalie – Max

Cassie – Franco

Oscar (to Y/N, nodding):

“Looks like we’re up.”

Y/N (raising a brow):

“You good at catching people?”

Oscar (quietly, sincere):

“Better than dropping them.”

Lando (groans):

“Revan. No offense, I’m just not in the mood to die today.”

Revan (grinning):

“Then don’t mess up. I’m the one falling.”

Charles (to Alice):

“You sure you want me to catch you?”

Alice (smiling too wide):

“I trust you with my life.”

Charles:

“Oh. That’s…a lot.”

Jessica (to Lewis, sarcastic):

“Great. You can catch a trophy, but can you catch a woman?”

Lewis (cool):

“Only the ones worth holding onto.”

Cassie claps like a trained seal.

Cassie:

“He’s sooo smooth, right Jess?”

Jessica (ignores her):

“Let’s just get this over with.”

THE TASK BEGINS

One by one, pairs take the platform.

💜PAIR 1: Y/N – OSCAR

Y/N climbs the stairs, hands shaky. Oscar stands below the platform, arms steady.

Oscar (calm):

“Look straight ahead. Don’t think. Just trust me.”

Y/N:

“You don’t know me.”

Oscar:

“That doesn’t change my promise.”

She exhales. Closes her eyes.

Jessica (to Revan):

“She’s milking it for attention.”

Revan:

“Or maybe she’s just scared. Not everyone’s a robot.”

Cassie:

“I wouldn’t fall back like that unless Harry Styles was behind me.”

Jessica:

“He wouldn’t catch you.”

BACK TO Y/N:

She jumps. Oscar catches her perfectly. The foam pit shifts under their weight.

They stay there for a second. His arms around her back.

Oscar (gently):

“Told you.”

💜 PAIR 2: JESSICA – LEWIS

Jessica climbs in stilettos. Lewis watches her like someone watching a toddler play with fire.

Lewis (up at her):

“You ready?”

Jessica:

“Born ready. Don’t let me crack a nail.”

She falls before he’s even fully in stance—but he catches her.

Jessica (smirking):

“That was kind of hot.”

Lewis (deadpan):

“It was basic physics.”

💜PAIR 3: REVAN – LANDO

Revan is smiling. Lando looks tense.

Revan:

“You’re not nervous, are you?”

Lando:

“For my spine? Yes.”

Revan (playful):

“I’ll make it easy. Just focus on me.”

She falls. He stumbles slightly—but catches her.

Revan (in his ear):

“See? We make a good team.”

Lando doesn’t respond—but his jaw tightens.

Oscar (noticing, to Y/N):

“She’s into him.”

Y/N:

“She’s not exactly subtle.”

💜 REST OF THE PAIRS (montage):

Alice falls dramatically into Charles’ arms.

Alice: “Did I fall pretty?”

Charles: “You didn’t fall at all, you dove.”

Laila claps after Carlos catches her.

Laila: “That was fun! Want to do it again?”

Carlos (laughing): “Let’s win first.”

Natalie almost cries, but Max doesn’t flinch.

Max: “You’re safe. Just fall.”

Natalie (after): “You’re…nice.”

Max (shrugs): “No. I’m focused.”

Cassie misses Franco’s hands and they tumble.

Cassie (screaming): “YOU DROPPED ME!”

Franco: “You jumped before I said ready!”

Jessica (from side): “Embarrassing.”

🏁 TASK COMPLETE

Everyone’s sweaty, bruised, and now very aware of who’s strong... and who’s not.

HOST’S VOICE:

“Some of you passed. Some of you failed. Tomorrow, we reveal the rankings. And one of you… will lose your power before the game even starts.”

CAMERA ZOOMS IN ON:

Oscar looking at Y/N.

Lando watching Revan flirt.

Jessica fixing her hair.

Franco arguing with Cassie.

Natalie sitting beside Max.

“Trust was the first test. But in this house, it’ll be the first thing broken.”

TO BE CONTINUED

[t-raxy11]

Random hcs of the eltingville guys

1)Bill

Since he has a potbelly but looks skinny in all the comic panels, i think his body proportions looks so weird liek, cartoon type shii, skinny arms and a potbelly.

Would have a round face and chubby cheeks, egg bill mweheh. He also gets teased by it.

Similar to aaron from nwc(northwest comix collection). He would yap about how much he hates this or that but in his spare time’s ,when he’s alone. He’d do it.

I can imagine him actually barking ,growling or even worse..foaming in the mouth whenever someone pisses him off even girls. Especially girls.

A biter..he uses it when he’s angry or someone is getting the last Emma frost. Usually he fails and ends up with a black eye.

Heavy eye bags from lack of sleep or no sleep at all.(sleep schedule is fuckeeeddd)

2)Jerry

People might think he’s the kindness out of the other eltingville member, when actually he’s the same. Like imagine your hanging out with him, and you’re talking shit about someone or something. You’d be shock on how good he gives name or talk shit it makes you clutch your pearls.

Likes cute things and even pink. But since he doesn’t want to be called gay or..that. He hides it in a secret compartment in his room

The most organised out of the members.

Would stutter like crazy if a pretty girl talks to him. Gets even worse if it’s his crush. (AHEM AGNES.)

Would suck his thumbs when he’s asleep.

When anxious, he tends to bite, fidget his hands, frantically looks around,picks on acne or pulls his hair.

3)Josh

He’s secretly loves ponies, especially my little pony and actually knows the lore from A-Z

Is actually decent with kids…

He might look like an asshole but he’s actually nice he’s just insecure and stress from his asshole of a friend :( (ESPECIALLY BILL I HATE HIM I HATE HIM.)

Survives on energy drinks

Really sensitive guy (MY BABY…)

Has a whole routine made by his mom on taking care of his hair so he could look more “presentable.”-his mom. So, he had a lot of hair products.

Cries himself to sleep every night. (MY BABYYY)

4)Pete

Since he as a sister, he tends to be overprotective over her like a dad. He really love his little sister and tries to protect her from their siblings so she won’t end up as him.

He envy’s his sister innocence, wishing he could take it back before his brother didn’t ruined it.

Loves wild exotic animals.

Tends to steal his mom’s makeup stuff for his “horror makeup effect”.

He doesn’t like showing his interest to his brothers because they always make fun of him over it. Calling him a sissy. Exp, as a kid,he wrap a cape around his neck and wore fake vampire teeth, then show it to his brothers. “Look! Look! Im a vampire guys!” They all start bursting out in laughter, calling him names and saying he’s the worst vampire they ever saw.

Because of that incident, he defends his interest or opinion with yells, slurs and spit until they admit defeat.

Okay now happy hc :D

Has a cute laugh

Ticklish, like one poke at the side is easy for him to flinch.

This is canon but whatever, his biggest enemies are couches and chairs, especially those long chairs u see at diners. Cause whenever he sits on them his feet dangles and he gets teased about it.

His friends tend to pick him up like a cat, and so easily like he weighs nothing.

Has his own stash of snacks in his room, hides it from joshzilla.

Likes to play drums but is too broke to buy em.

This was an excuse to yap n sorry for the grammar errors

OKAY BYEBYE YALL :D

[svt-jia]

⤷ ASK ME ANYTHING . JIA ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

masterlist . 📎 . interviews

— ( ☀️ ) SYNOPSIS: Jia reveals interesting aspects of her life as SEVENTEEN's only female member | Ask Me Anything | ELLE

keys: [...] = [ extra subtitles / editing / comments ]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ☆ 00:00

"Wow, i'm so nervous," Jia chuckled and sat down on the black chair provided for her, slowly leaning back until she was comfortable. Despite being in front of the cameras for most of her life, being in a completely new environment was oddly nerve-wracking. Her gaze shifted across the room, taking in the sight of multiple cameras facing her direction.

The video cut to Jia's introduction. Now, feeling more confident, she introduced herself with a steady voice. "Hello, I'm Jia, and today I'm going to let Elle ask me anything!"

[ Rhythmic music 🎶 ]

📷 #𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟏: "What's A Memory You Think About Often?" ☆ 00:11

"Hoshi is always doing his horanghae gesture, so it takes me back a few years to when I helped make a beat for this 'mysterious song' he told me about," Jia speaks, subconsciously smiling at the funny memory.

"When he finished arranging the song, he showed it to much with so much excitement that it got my hopes up," she continued. "It was kinda cute. I've never seen him so excited."

"But when I listened to it and the overly autotuned vocals, all I could do was laugh..." She trailed off. A breathy laugh escaped her lips as she tried to contain her joy. “It's kind of an inside joke between us. I'm sure CARATS know about this song, too. It's kinda catchy.”

📷 #𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟐: "If You Could Relive One Day of Your Life, Which Would it be?" ☆ 00:53

"If I could relive one day?" Jia repeated the question and stopped to think. She answered, "I think I'd like to relive two days, if that's possible."

"I'd love to relive the day in which I rode a zipline for the first time again," A member of the staff snickered behind the cameras. A smile made its way up to Jia's lips awkwardly, "Huh? What's so funny? I like ziplines!"

"Secondly, I'd like to ride a rollercoaster for the first time again," she said, shyly fidgeting with her fingers. "You know, the fun things. Live the fun days again. Who wouldn't want that?"

📷 #𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟑: "What's a Song You Have on Repeat?" ☆ 01:23

Aah! I have too many favorites!" Jia scrolled through her playlist on her phone, searching for the song she likes the most. "I can't choose!"

She turned her phone around and showed the artist, "I have too many songs to choose from, but I've been more into Ariana Grande lately. Warm and Moonlight are very good, but in my opinion, this is her best song."

[ Now Playing: Love Me Harder — Ariana Grande 🎶 ]

📷 #𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟒: "How Do You Feel Being SEVENTEEN's Only Female Member?" ☆ 01:46

Jia sighed playfully, "The most awaited question... Well, I don't have enough time to explain, but there'll be a deeper dive into my life in my next blogs on my channel!"

[ Taking the opportunity to promote her blogs~ ]

"There are many perks, such as having lots of food during gatherings, people who I trust, free personal bodyguards, and my biggest supporters..." she smiled, but then it turned to a slightly annoyed, playful eye roll. "But of course, they're still men. And sometimes, I don't feel like I can talk to them about some of my problems because I'm certain they just... wouldn't understand. Everything has its pros and cons."

"Before we move on, let me tell you a secret," Jia leaned closer to the camera and covered the side of her mouth, as if trying to avoid exposing top-secret information. "They'll probably kill me after this, but they burp more often than you might think. What is it called? Soda... challenges...?"

[ Wow, she really cares about her members' idol image! 🌟 ]

📷 #𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟓: "What do You Think Your Younger Self Would Say About You Today?" ☆ 02:34

"I really hope she's proud of how far I've come. She would never believe it," Jia admitted. "Her hard work paid off. I wish I could tell her to stop giving up so easily, hahaha!"

📷 #𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟔: "What Lesson Took You Way Too Long to Learn?" ☆ 02:49

"Patience!" Jia exclaimed without any hesitation, seemingly prepared for this anticipated question, "Definitely patience."

[ Sudden confidence boost?! ]

"I learned a lot throughout my journey from trainee to idol, and I still continue to learn from my mistakes and past experiences. I want to highlight the importance of patience because everything takes its time," she explained.

She continued, "From problems you can't solve at the moment, to achievements earned through perseverance and determination, patience is key. In order to learn the importance of this virtue, you have to take your time, because learning to be patient also takes patience. You never stop learning."

[ "But don't you get impatient and frustrated when Wonwoo walks very slowly and blocks your path?" ]

"Wha— That's a different subject!" She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand, shying away from the camera. "That's not a valid example, is it? I don't think it is!"

[ It's different when someone else does it 🤣 ]

📷 #𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟕: "Which Member of SEVENTEEN Are You Closest to And Why?" ☆ 3:48

"Some people won't hesitate to say Mingyu... and that's because it's true," Jia shrugged. "As for why, I'm close to him, it's because he was the first person that talked to me when we were still trainees."

"I used to be very shy and wouldn't hang out with anyone. Instead, I'd just stick close to the girl trainees and wonder why I applied to join as a trainee when I clearly felt uncomfortable," she let out a nervous chuckle. "Now that I think about it, it makes me embarrassed."

She brought her focus back to the topic, "Anyway, Mingyu was the first who approached me. He had this cool guy aura, you know? It made him slightly intimidating, but he's a kind person."

[ For more information, visit the Jia: PreDebut Recordings series! ]

📷 #𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟖: "What Was Your Proudest Moment?" ☆ 04:16

Jia did not hesitate to answer. She was ready for this question, ready to share and summarize her long journey to success, "My debut, without a doubt."

"I was a pretty popular trainee back then, and I'm sure CARATS are aware due to our predebut recordings," she admitted. "I had the vocals, the dance, and I trained for almost two years. But when the news of the group debuting being SEVENTEEN arrived, I was devastated."

"Until they transferred me to the group six months before their debut. The staff had seen my potential and refused to waste it. It was really that simple — my life changed in an instant."

"Of course, it was a very awkward at first. I wasn't really close to the SEVENTEEN members because I used to focus on my own success and avoided making friends. However, as time passed, the members and I grew closer and formed a strong friendship."

"I feel proud because my efforts paid off, and I'm proud of myself for not backing down. Imagine if I had refused to debut because I was too introverted and chose to give up on the opportunity? I'm so glad I didn't," Jia finished sharing her memories, softly smiling at the camera as she shared her experiences during her trainee years.

📷 #𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ☆ 04:51

"Thank you so much to ELLE for inviting me, and thank you to the audience for hanging out with me today. Bye-bye!" She waved as she finished her successful interview, closing her sentence with a warm good-bye.

[ ELLE ]

© svt-jia . 2025

[oacest]

Dear scholars, I don’t have an active blog (yet), but I read yours religiously like a morning paper.

I wanted to share my impressions from the Lost Tapes event in Didsbury tonight. I went in without doing much research on what it was going to be, lol. I thought it would be a documentary screening. Turned out it was actually a book promotion! There were a few video clips with photo slideshows in between, and Tim Abbott was there in the flesh doing live commentary, basically telling stories from the good old days. It wasn’t a sold-out event, and I was surprised how many people there seemed to be Abbott’s friends or acquaintances. The whole atmosphere felt very casual and intimate. Now, about some of the footage…

- Japan: Obviously, there was THE kiss. Plus some additional stuff like a funny bit where someone showed a picture of the Muppets, pointed at Bert, and said it was Bonehead. The resemblance is uncanny, lmao!

- Soundcheck at Earl’s Court: Interesting editing choice here. It showed Noel playing Wonderwall and Liam goofing around with a football in the empty venue, spliced together to make it seem like it was all happening simultaneously. It wasn’t, I think. But it gave the impression that Noel had a fond look on his face while serenading Liam, who was in front of him just being, well... Liam 🥰

- Definitely Maybe studio footage: This was a gem. Noel and Liam were sitting on a couch, well, Liam was more lounging, and Noel was working magic on his guitar. He was playing the Live Forever solo and doing some wild stuff with it. Liam was observing him intently the whole time. After Noel finished, Liam called him Mr. Supernova and praised him, saying it was fantastic. And Noel’s response? He stood up, kept busy with his guitar, turned sideways to Liam, and said, “This is how I earn my money.” I screamed inside. That is such a relatable reaction to a compliment. He probably wanted to grin from ear to ear, but he had to suppress it. Of course he’s good, he knows it, duh! It’s not very rock’n’roll to bask in praise from your baby brother 🤭 Or maybe I’m reading too much into it, lol.

Anyway, would love to hear what others think, if anyone’s going to one of the upcoming dates. Sorry for rambling!

AHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!!!! we've been waiting and hoping for someone with the correct Vision and Understanding to report back on it, you're a hero.

"Liam was observing him intently the whole time. After Noel finished, Liam called him Mr. Supernova and praised him, saying it was fantastic." CRY!!! major serenading vibes from the sound of it 🥺

dearly hope this footage (and all the rest of it) gets released or bootlegged at some point, i just know there are a million tiny little miniscule things hidden in there that no sane person would notice or care about but that would send us all into a rabid frenzy

[newbieschaos]

A Silly Deal

Description: The quiet, shy, and bookworm Hufflepuff meets Fred Weasley. Who makes it his mission to get this Hufflepuff to attend and enjoy the upcoming quidditch game.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: Any feedback, suggestions, or comments are appreciated. Also if any warnings were missed please let me know.

You stared toward the front of the classroom slowly losing interest. Somehow with the mix of Snape’s monotone voice and the constant overwhelming smells of potion ingredients. You quickly became exhausted and lacked focus on what was happening right in front of you.

Your eyes wandered around the room trying to blink yourself awake. The last thing you would want is to fail your upcoming exam because you fell asleep in class. You once again faced forward only to feel your friend shift towards you. You glance over to her confused before ignoring her and turning back to the board. She’s gotten you in enough trouble in the past.

Sadly she is not one to give up. She kept harshly whispering your name before you finally turned to her. “What is it” keeping your eyes on Snape to make sure he wouldn’t notice you talking. “You’re going to the Quidditch game this weekend right?” You rolled your eyes. Once again your friends were attempting to drag you into something you didn’t want to do.

“You already know my answer.” She allowed a dramatic sigh to escape her lips. “You never join us! We’re playing this weekend and as a Hufflepuff and friends of one of the players you should go support.” You turned towards her exhausted since this isn’t the first time she’s asked. “I have no interest in the game and I’d much rather be in the common room comfortable and without so many people. And I’m sure Cedric will forgive me for doing what I always do.” You sigh while rubbing your eyes “(Y/-.” You interrupt before she can argue “I don’t even understand why you’d want me to go I certainly wouldn’t not be pleasant comp-.”

“Miss (L/N) would you like to share your insolent bickering with the class?” You froze turning towards the intimidating professor “No I apologize professor.”Turning back towards the front embarrassed by the attention something you’ve always avoided. “You will have an opportunity to apologize in detention tonight after class.” You sigh in defeat laying your head on your hand.

You should’ve known. He always becomes more irritated with you and your friend. Seeing as you often whisper more than work yet still manage to stay on top of your assignments. It was only a matter of time before he did something. Your eyes continued to wander now simply wanting to leave the class. Your eyes meet the head of a ginger. Fred Weasley.

Over time since you often observe more than you talk you began to learn more about the students around you. Specifically over time, you learned about Fred. Throughout time you could immediately differentiate him from his brother. His high energy and ability to make anyone laugh always drew attention. However, you especially noticed how kind he was. How he would defend anyone bullied by Malfoy or encourage others to have fun. You couldn’t help but build a small admiration and crush on the boy.

As you glanced over you noticed him and George huddled together hiding something behind their table. Out of sight of Professor Snape. You watch as Fred pulls away and before he could even process what happened. The object zoomed around the classroom. Yelps from students closest to the object while the majority decide to hide underneath their desks to avoid getting hit. You join your friend under your table as you watch the object smack Malfoy in the face. Causing many to laugh. Before Snape finally got control of it. He slowly approached Fred who had joined his brother behind the desk. Whether it was to hide from the object or Professor Snape we may never know. “Mr.Weasley I will see you in detention as well it seems. 30 points from Gryffindor “ You all slowly get up and into your seats.

You let out a sigh of relief before turning to your friend who has a smirk on her face. “What’s up with you?” She rolls her eyes “Oh come on did you not just see what happened” You look at her confused. “You’re gonna be alone with Fred for detention!” Your eyes widen in realization that she is correct. However instead of feeling her excitement you hide your face in your arms. You couldn’t wait to see how you’d embarrass yourself now.

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You stayed behind as the rest of the class left. Your friend walked away with a bright smile and a thumbs-up. While your concerns were written on your face. But that didn’t stop her from marching away from you as you were left with a horrifying Professor and your crush. Alone.

You walk towards the front of the class while everyone else leaves. Well except Fred. Snape looks you both up and down before walking to the corner of a room towards some ingredient cabinets. “You will both organize these two cabinets I expect it to be completed once I return.” After that, he flung his cape in his usual dramatic style. But before closing the door he turned around “No fooling around unless you want two more weeks of detention.”

All that’s left when he exits is the click of the door and a job to do. You turn towards Fred before deciding to simply go towards the cabinets and get to work. Everything is labeled so it should be a simple job. With no unnecessary conversation or possibility to embarrass yourself. As you begin to organize one of the cabinets you feel a presence next to you. You look over and make eye contact with the most beautiful brown eyes you’ve ever seen. Quickly you look away. “(Y/N) right?” You’re shocked he even knew your name but you nod.

“I’m Fred!” He smiles “I know” You try to get yourself to spit out anything at this point. “I couldn’t help but overhear earlier. How come you’re not gonna go to the Quidditch game this week?” You nod simply deciding that being honest can get you through this. “I’m not one to really enjoy Quidditch I’ll be honest I don’t even understand the game and it doesn’t exactly seem very fun” he looks at you confused. “Have you never played it or learned how it works. I mean certainly it’s better than always having your nose in a book.”

You roll your eyes and stand your ground “I’ve never been interested. I just don’t see how it can be entertaining in the least. It’s just a bunch of balls being thrown or flying. While people are risking their lives on their brooms. What about that is entertaining?” He looks at you before his eyes seem to brighten with an idea in his head. “How about we make a deal?” You raise your eyebrow before giving him a nod to go ahead. “I help you understand and attend one Quidditch game. The one in a month Slytherin vs Gryffindor. And if you enjoy it you have to sneak me certain objects from the kitchens.”

You already doubted this not knowing what he would send you to get. Also, it was unlikely you’d enjoy the game or the process however you had something in mind. “I will agree only if when I win you will stop leaving traps and pranks in the Hufflepuff Common Room for a month.” The number of times you’ve barely missed being slimed, soaked, or sticky was far too many. He seems shocked by your counter. However, his smile only seemed to get brighter as he reached his hand out to shake on it. “Deal”

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You were attempting to read a book in the library. Until you felt eyes on you. However, after the past two weeks, you already know who it is and what’s gonna happen. You feel two hands on your shoulders and as you look up your eyes meet his. “Let’s learn a little more darling.” You sighed. Fred had created a habit of finding you in all your comfortable places to drag you away and learn all about Quidditch. He first started with the history and teams. Why it’s so competitive and so on. It was very clear he had a special love for the game and the way his eyes were shining while he explained. Honestly, it made the sessions more bearable.

Not only that but in the past weeks you’ve not only begun to discuss Quidditch but yourselves. Sometimes you’d both go completely off topic and simply start talking about your lives and plans. He talked about his dream to open a joke shop with his brother. And you talked about your future plans along with your small goal of talking to more people in different houses. He started to encourage you and you encouraged him. It created an amazing friendship that you never knew was possible.

You sighed as you put your book away knowing there was no way you could get back to it now. He pulled out a book that was clearly about the rules and regulations of Quidditch. He placed the book in front of you while he leaned over you and began to explain. It took all of you to focus on what he was saying rather than the close proximity. How his face was right next to yours. If only you both slightly turned how easy it would be to-.

“Does that make sense?” You blink looking back at the book. “Sorry, can you explain that last part again?” He smiled not one complaint in sight. You noticed these past weeks how kind he was towards you. He began to do little things for you during these sessions. Like bring you an extra snack when he knows you skipped a meal for reading. Or is willing to hear about your books and stories with his complete attention. It made your heart swoon thinking about it. “So the Golden Snitch is the fastest ball on the field and has to be caught by the seeker. The game ends when the Snitch is caught and it is worth 150 points. I feel like it’s one of the easier ones to understand but it’s okay if you don’t. Do you?” He turns towards you and your eyes make contact.

You both are nearly frozen in place due to your proximity. It’s almost as if you’re both lost in the moment and neither of you can move. Neither of you wants to. However slowly you blink yourself away from the moment trying to act normal. “Uh yeah, that makes sense.” Fred however still stays with this look in his eye holding something you can’t identify. He smiles not his usual smirk or smile after a prank. No, he has a small, soft smile that seems to fit his face just right. “Brilliant. Let’s move on.”

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Finally, it was the day of the game. You and your friends sat on the sides clearly supporting Gryffindor with your red and gold colors. Originally you had nothing of the sort. But Fred insisted it was important to show support for your team. That it was part of the experience. Which led to you wearing his scarf while waiting for the game to start. You couldn’t help but feel anxious and almost excited. You never knew you could feel such a way about the sport.

As you looked out to the field as the players got into position you knew why. You didn’t suddenly just become interested in the sport. You were driven by who was playing in it. You knew this as your eyes followed one of the Weasley twins as the whistle blew. You heard cheers and screams of the Quaffle gaining points. However, you couldn’t help but simply stare at the defense and strategy of the Beaters. You knew as did everyone that Slytherin did not play fair. But even then you couldn’t help but feel angered when you watched two beaters begin to target the twins. You noticed Fred about to fly by and you couldn’t help but scream along “Hit them back!! Use that bloody bat of yours!” You noticed him turn back before watching him begin to target the same beaters that we’re targeting. Even if they may work well together they stood no chance against the Weasley Twins. You couldn’t help but scream along with the game shocking your friends in the process. As they had never expected you to be so invested and loud.

Finally, you hear the whistle blow as Gryffindor is announced the winner. You’re jumping and screaming out with your friends. As you watch the teams gather around before heading to the showers.

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You didn’t know if you should wait but you hoped he wouldn’t mind. As you stood outside the locker room slowly losing confidence as you watched people walk out. Suddenly you see George walking out. He immediately notices you and smiles. “Waiting for Fred?” You nod as he informs you that he’ll make him hurry up. You can’t help but smile as he finally walks out.

You call out for him. He immediately smiles runs up to you and picks you up spinning you. You couldn’t help but giggle along with his antics. “I think it’s fair to say I won three things today?” You looked at him confused. “Three?” You didn’t understand yes he won the game and the deal you two had made but what else?

He smiled before putting you down and he began to rub his neck “Well I’m not sure yet but possibly if you wouldn’t mind coming with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?” You looked at him shocked almost like you couldn’t believe your ears. “Like a date?” He smiles and grabs hold of your hand “If you’re okay with that.” You couldn’t keep your smile in and it seems like neither could he. “I would really like that.”

His smile grew which you had thought impossible you could see the red on his face but knew it was likely replicated on yours. He grabs your hand as he decides to accompany you back to the castle. And before going your separate ways he kisses your hand. You would’ve never imagined that a silly deal would land you here. But you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

so this is what I saw in a reel:

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reminder that it's implied that Alhaitham believes in Aranaras and sees them, meaning he still has a "childish" mind

This was during a web event where the Aranaras are next to Alhaitham and he's looking into their direction

alhaitham grew up full of childlike whimsy & wonders, unlike Kaveh who had to mature really fast at a young age.

Meaning Kaveh never saw a Aranara once in his life but his life and Aranaras are always explicitly connected

(kaveh's dad had a Aranara friend & the Aranaras being very close around kaveh in the official art)

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My heart is in shambles 😭💔, this stoic logical rock is a soft whimsical baby deep inside. I really really love reading your work cuz am a biiiig Haikaveh shipper so I wanted to hear your thoughts on this 👀. And how'd kaveh react if he knows about this side of Alhaitham??

Here's the link if you need it:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DENMInhoP51/?igsh=bGJ6MmM4d2VzeDEy

Hiya! Thank you so much for your ask, and I’m sorry it’s taken me a while to get to! This is a theory I’ve seen floating around for a while after this web event came out, and at first I was confused by it, maybe because when I played the web event, I didn’t interpret it as Alhaitham actually seeing the aranara when we had to wave at him, to me he just seems to be there vibing ahaha

Overall, while I like the concept as a headcanon, since I think it would be so Alhaitham to be able to see the aranara and just not mention it ahaha, I’m personally not a big fan of the theory for the basis it relies on

I think Alhaitham and kaveh are both similar in that they both experienced loss and grief early in their lives, even though alhaitham’s character stories aren’t so explicit in his emotions at the time as kaveh’s character stories are. whilst Alhaitham did have a parental figure whom he could rely on, whereas kaveh took care of his mother after his father’s passing, Alhaitham lost his sole guardian early on and had no other connection to rely on, ultimately being dependent on himself. So this idea that kaveh was forced to grow up prematurely and lost whimsy because of this whereas alhaitham’s childlike wonder remained intact doesn’t make much sense to me

Kaveh, to me, is a multi-faceted character in his grief, yes, but also in his ideals, and how he hopes and perceives the world; his hangout establishes that he takes pleasure in the small nuances of life and transforms them into creative designs; I would argue that, while it's complicated, he isn’t idealistic as a means to escape from the realities of the world, but to enhance and benefit his reality and the reality of others, overall, I think kaveh is a positive, whimsical person who seeks out the good in things, despite his mental setbacks. Personally, I don’t see how kaveh has lost his whimsy or wonder when it’s such a crucial part of his characterisation

for Alhaitham, i’d agree that Alhaitham has retained the same wonder of the world from when he was younger. Alhaitham’s interest is the ‘truth’ of the world, in all its complexities and ambiguities, and he takes active curiosity in the history that has come before him but also in the current world around him, and he pursues this in the same way from when he was a child, through organising information, comparing, and filtering. but whether this is ‘childlike whimsy’ and maintaining a ‘childish mind’, I don’t think this is the case, as this to me suggests an uninformed naivete, whereas Alhaitham seeks to obtain an objective view of the world, in all of its happinesses and sufferings, and is fully aware of the brutalities of humankind, and is willing to engage in physical combat (and deception (in the archon quest)) in order to live the life he desires

Also there’s the idea of ‘whimsy’ and ‘wonder’ being integral to seeing aranara, and this trait being inherent only in children, which I think contradicts the aranara as a whole. For me, aranaras are always there, but they only reveal themselves to people who have proven themselves trustworthy – regardless of whether they’re a child or not. starcurtain has a really great post on this! I agree with their takes and they explain it a lot more elaborately than I can, especially regarding aranara lore since I haven’t played all of the sumeru world quests involving them ☹

As for kaveh’s father’s aranara friend, arakasyapa, that side quest always holds a special place in my heart! I think it’s so fascinating that kaveh’s father canonically was friends with an aranara when he was a child and taught arakasyapa human script. The small details we learn about kaveh’s father hit hard, and the fact that it seems the traveller will never divulge them to kaveh (like the letter that his father was composing for him, only for it to be lost and never delivered) only add to the weight of the loss. But as to whether this means that aranaras and kaveh are always explicitly related, I don’t necessarily agree with, at least not in the in-game material, as outside of this mention of kaveh’s father having an aranara friend and remembering this into adulthood, there hasn’t been any explicit reference to Alhaitham or kaveh seeing the aranara, or really anything with them in reference to the aranara

as for Alhaitham being able to see the aranara, I do enjoy this concept since it holds a lot of entertainment value ahaha, like kaveh being commissioned to draw an aranara for a book illustration like in his birthday letter, and pondering what one could look like, only for Alhaitham to describe it in great detail? Kaveh would be ASTOUNDED that Alhaitham had just conveniently never mentioned his ability to see them before, and meanwhile Alhaitham would reason that 1) it’s never been relevant until now and 2) it doesn’t affect his day to day life, so he’s never paid much attention to it ahahah

Of course, overall, I would love to see any content with Alhaitham, kaveh, and the aranara in the future!

[bluejay720]

I have so many thoughts about Golden lyrics and how they each represent Huntr/x so perfectly, excuse my ramble because I’ve been so obsessed with KPDH

Let’s start with Rumi:

I was a ghost, I was alone (Hah)

어두워진 (Hah) 앞길 속에 (Ah)

Given the throne I didn't know how to believe

I was the queen that I'm meant to be

The references to the throne and being a queen is so interesting when at the start of the movie, our introduction to Rumi and who she is or how the fans see her is “pop star royalty” her mom being a sunshine sister and her being raised by Celine probably put an already enormous pressure on her shoulder from a super young age, not only was she trying to live up to Celine’s standards and image of being perfect but trying to live up to a mother who died when you were very young and how it’s so easy to put someone who is no longer there on a pedestal. Rumi probably felt so unprepared to take up the “mantle” of her mother and what that meant for her. Let alone adding in the hiding of her patterns and being part demon. And I could see her having such a difficult time never feeling like she could live up to her mothers title, her mothers name, that every move she made was ingenious because she was part demon and almost a disservice to her mother. The weight of how she was raised and how that also probably influenced her so much. I can see easily how she became a workaholic, overcompensating with all her time and energy so everything could be perfect.

Onto Zoey:

I lived two lives, tried to play both sides

But I couldn't find my own place

Gosh this one hits close to home for so many reasons. As we know Zoey lived in America growing up and then moved to Korea later when she was older (in the trailer we see her in an American school) and I don’t know for sure if it’s stated anywhere in the movie or by the directors/actors but I’d be curious if one of her parents is white and one Korean (someone correct me if I’m wrong or mistaken) but regardless if she was biracial, there are so many ways that you can feel ostracized and othered. People treat you so differently when they know you’re “different” and being from the U.S, I’d be curious about what her experiences with Racism and how that affected her, how that had a play at her people pleasing tendencies. In addition, when she did move to Korea, I wonder if she had trouble speaking Korean as a non native, even if she spoke it at home or knew the language, there’s still certain linguistic differences that could have popped up when she spoke just by nature of not being raised around the language constantly. Which also could be why she waits to see what people do or say before reacting, she always felt uncertain in her voice. (I did see someone point out also that she uses the least amount of Korean in her lines compared to Rumi and Mira and that this would make sense if she felt uncertain in speaking due to having not grown up natively speaking it (even more so if she learned late in life) since she’s the lyricist) her being raised in America and being Korean could easily lead to her never fitting in anywhere, always being stuck in between two things and never being able to decide what she wants for herself. (I don’t know if it was confirmed but I also could easily see her being a child of divorce that she was always put in the middle of her parents)

Now Mira!

Called a problem child 'cause I got too wild

But now that's how I'm getting paid, 끝없이 on stage

I’m really curious about Mira and what “problem child” meant for her and her parents. In our introduction to Mira as a character, we see montages and pictures of her with her family, standing out compared to the others who stand stiffly and in a poise that screams old rich money pictures and I could argue that Mira being “blunt” and “emotionless” probably didn’t fit into her parents image of how a “good Korean women” is supposed to behave like. I could also see her parents telling her something along the lines of “you will never amount to anything if you keep acting like this” as those hurtful lines can easily be seen in the lyrics “called a problem child but now thats how I’m getting paid” It seems that her being a “problem child” her being herself who is loud and blunt and straightforward would have really broke whatever image her parents were trying to shove her into and as such, they probably kept telling her that if she didn’t stop going how she was, they wouldn’t accept her (that’s more speculation than anything) I also will speculate that while they are rich and she was raised rich, she potentially was cut off from her family when she turned 18-20. The show runners said that they had pictured Mira and Rumi being anywhere from 23-24 with Zoey being 22-23 and that Huntr/x started about 3 years prior, I could imagine Mira getting cut off not long before she joined Huntr/x she could have been struggle for a few months to a year or two until she was recruited (again complete speculation as I don’t know for sure but that wouldn’t surprise me.)

Overall, all of their lyrics in Golden really shine through their personalities as well as the deep shame that overtakes them and haunts their character. It’s so interesting to see and I love getting to know the characters so well and how they acted through the film.

Anywayyyy sorry for a crazy long post but I had a lot of thoughts and needed to get them out 😅

[dilly-dahlia]

Heya, I saw your event post and got super excited bc I love it when my fav fic authors do stuff like this! Would you be willing to do Backyard Boy for Laurance? I don't really have anything else specific to request, just go crazy if you so choose :)

Everything is Perfect

pairing: Laurance x Reader

content: during their college years, suggestive, friends with benefits situation, friends to lovers, i did accidentally sprinkle angst in here, sorry, definitely not beta read

summary: Your favorite place in the entire world was your summer beach house, though the fact that a certain brown-haired boy with sparkling eyes may have played a major role in that bias.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: yesss anon this is brilliant the gears were turning I had so much fun writing this

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There was nothing you loved more than riding in Laurance's car with the wind against your face. He had a convertible—a nice one—and when the summer season rolled around he very rarely put the cover up. He would turn the radio to a station that played old pop songs and the music would blast through the speakers as he rode through the streets with you.

It was nice. Your favorite car ride was always the first one when the two of you finally reunited after the school year. You attended different campuses, and even though the two of you had every way imaginable to reach out to each other, nothing could beat the time you spent actually in the other's presence.

The beach party your parents threw every year during summer's first week fell second to your favorite thing. And that was really only because Laurance was almost always by your side. That was why you and Laurance often had this first car ride, actually. Ever since he'd gotten his license his own parents sent him on every errand imaginable. You always tagged along.

Cadenza would normally join the two of you, but Laurance's sister had recently found herself enamored. She had opted to spend the first half of summer back in the city with her interest. You weren't entirely upset, seeing as it gave you an excuse to spend time alone with Laurance.

The first couple minutes were always awkward. It was time spent asking dry questions like How are you? How was the school year? Are you excited for summer? Time spent getting used to being together again.

The first car ride to the closest Walmart (which was a whopping hour long drive away) always dissipated the tension, and it never took long for the two of you to fall back into your usual routine. By the time you returned to your families beach houses, neither of you could stop talking to each other.

Of course, talking turned to teasing, and sometimes that teasing would turn to touches that lingered for just a little too long.

"Laurance! The water's cold!"

You really loved the beach side party your parents threw. Your parents made an assortment of pastries and grilled hot dogs and hamburger patties. Laurance's dads made mouth watering brisket and charcuterie boards. You decorated the beach with fairy lights and whatever else you picked up from the store. Every time you did, Laurance would find bothering you to be the most amusing thing in the world.

It was. You were so easy to rile up that you would often drop the decorating altogether just to chase him into the ocean and get him back. Sometimes you would get lucky enough to be able to tackle him to the sand, the waves lapping across both of you and soiling whatever outfit you had chosen to wear.

When the sun painted the sky in hues of orange and violet as it set and the people that wandered into your party mingled around the bonfire, you and Laurance often found yourselves drifting away. It was something you had done since you started high school, and anyone that cared noticed.

They never said anything.

They let the two of you pretend you were stealthy in sneaking away, but they must have been blind to not notice the change in atmosphere when the two of you were seen again the next day.

There was a concealed alcove just a five minute walk away from the beach houses. Everyone knew about it and sometimes you would find another couple that snuck away for a private moment, but tonight it was just you and Laurance.

The sand was finer there. During the day you were sure it would shine golden, too, since that picturesque image was the only thing you could imagine that matched the light and airy feeling you got every time you were there wirh Laurance.

Sometimes, mostly after long conversations about what had been pressing against your hearts since you last saw each other, the two of you would sit in silence. Your feet would be at the ocean’s edge and you would relish in the coolness of the salty water washing against your skin. Laurance would fidget with the bracelet around his wrist (one you'd made him to match your own) and occasionally steal a glance at you.

"Can I kiss you?"

He always asked that. It had started as a joke however many years ago when his friend Garroth had dared him to. He asked at least once every summer after that, always waiting for your cheeky rejection and never expecting a serious answer.

It took him by surprise when, the summer after you'd both graduated high school, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. Now he asked any time you found yourselves alone.

In that alcove that only belonged to the two of you, it always started soft. His lips would be gentle against yours, his hands tentative and almost hesitant to touch you. But he would always gain the confidence to pull you closer. He always slid you so close you sat in his lap and then he'd lie back against the velvety sand.

You would thread your fingers through his hair to press his body firmer against yours. His breath would hitch and he would part his lips just enough. The tips of his fingers would brush against your shoulders, ghosting along your spine with a featherlight touch that made you shudder and arch into him until—

Well, you get the idea.

After, the two of you would lazily pull your clothes back on and lie too close in the sand and look up at the stars. The party would be long over by now, but neither of you would be able to bring yourselves away from the moment. It was yours and yours alone. You didn't want it tainted by anything as trivial as the end of a party.

"Just friends?" you would always ask. Your voice would come out as a whisper for fear of shattering the fragile moment. Because back in Phoenix Drop Laurance had a beautiful on-and-off girlfriend he was conveniently never dating when summer rolled around. But sometimes, the faintest light of hope would fall through the cracks. Like you wanted more but couldn't risk destroying what you already had for it.

"Just friends," Laurance would agree. His tone would match yours in softness, hoping to preserve those fleeting seconds in a time capsule. Because back in Phoenix Drop there was a beautiful girl waiting for the text he always sent at the beginning of August like clockwork. But sometimes, the way he said just friends sounded sad. Longing. Like he wanted more but couldn't bear the thought of asking for it.

You always brushed it off and told yourself you were imagining things.

—

You and Laurance were close. Somehow, he was always touching you. Whether it was an arm slung across your shoulders or linking his pinky with yours, Laurance couldn’t stand when you were in the same space as him and his hands weren’t on you in some way.

He was always warm. His fingertips were calloused and he had a bump on his ring finger from where his pencil rested when he wrote, but he was still soft. You still wanted him to constantly touch you and found yourself longing for it when he wasn’t.

You didn’t have feelings for him. That’s what you thought, at least. That was disproven when the two of you went to a nearby flea market and ten separate people asked if you were dating. It was hardly that, it was moreso the fact that you had seen the most gorgeous set of china plates and Laurance promised he’d get them for you when you lived with him.

He was joking about that. He always was. But something about that time made you feel fizzy and bright. For one delusional second, you let yourself believe that he truly intended to live with you.

When you fully realized the extent of your feelings on the ride home, you were appalled with yourself. How could you have developed feelings for someone you considered to be your best friend?

After that revelation had hit you in the face as hard as a rock, you started to notice the little things. Like the way Laurance always went first and made sure you followed close behind when the two of you travelled to new places. Or how he always offered to eat whatever food you hadn’t off your plate when you got full. You never had to ask if he wanted it, he always just took it when you pushed the plate away from yourself.

He also always asked to kiss you. Every time. He never went in without intent or explicit consent. It didn’t matter if the two of you had been making out just a few minutes ago—if he wanted to kiss you again he would always ask.

And, strangely enough, the trips you took into town together started to feel more and more like dates as the days passed. Laurance always paid. He always pointed out things he thought you might like. He held doors open and kept you close to him.

Anyone else would have said you were dating.

Maybe that was why one day you asked him, “What are we?” You were lying in a hammock, gently swinging back and forth every time a gust of wind blew past. Laurance sat on the concrete beside you, book open and looking handsome as ever while he read.

He peered over his shoulder at you, brows furrowed as he took in your question. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged. You knew you should probably look at him, but you didn’t want to. His celestite gaze would pierce through your heart and you weren’t sure you could take that. Not in that moment, anyway. “I mean, we kiss.”

The fact that your only defense was we kiss was pathetic. You didn’t even sound sure of that fact when the words left your mouth. Immediately you regretted even responding and not just brushing the question away like your feelings.

Slowly, Laurance closed his book. You got a peek at the dark cover, but he tucked it against his side before you could read the title. It was probably something for a class he was taking. It was thick and if you knew Laurance, you knew he would never willingly pick something that long up.

“Just friends,” Laurance had replied. He sounded pained to say it, though. Like it physically hurt him to have those words leave his lips.

“And go on dates,” you added, hoping it would make him rethink what he wanted. “Well, they feel like dates at least. And we sneak away every chance we get. It just . . . It doesn’t feel very friendly.”

Laurance blinked at you. For a moment, you wished that you could read minds just so you could know what the brunette was thinking. His pale eyes shimmered like the ocean’s surface in the rays of the sun. They were all you were willing to see, despite your adamance about not wanting to before.

“Um . . .” He faltered. Truthfully, he was trying to come up with something to avoid his feelings. Because he did have an on-and-off girlfriend waiting for him to flick it on again back in Phoenix Drop. For a moment, he considered bringing Michi up. Just to avoid admitting how he felt.

He couldn’t bring himself to. Not when you were looking at him with eyes that looked like they would fill with tears if he gave the wrong answer. He couldn’t lie to you.

“We do,” he agreed, and he gave a brief nod that he hoped would give him a second to collect his thoughts. It didn’t, and the unspoken words remained a scrambled mess that was becoming impossible to organize into sentences.

“So . . .” You trailed off. There was a question in the air, though you weren’t entirely sure what it was. It could still be what are we, but some part of you also meant to ask if he still wanted to be with Michi. If he even wanted you at all or if he just considered you a fling to have every summer. Someone to let loose with.

Laurance cleared his throat. His full attention was on you and you suddenly wished that he wasn’t always so attentive when speaking to others. That sometimes he might glance away nervously, but no. The eye contact he held with you was steadfast and unyielding.

“What do you want us to be?”

Your breath caught and the beating of your heart sped up. It was pounding so hard you could hear the blood rushing in your ears. You should have expected him to ask that, but it surprised you.

“Uhm . . .” You were the flustered one now. Your mouth felt dry and your previously racing mind was now void of any thoughts. “I-I want to be more than friends.”

It was a soft, quiet admission. Your voice was a whisper and Laurance would have had a hard time understanding if his eyes hadn’t flicked down to your lips so he could read them. His mouth fell slightly agape, and when his gaze met yours once more his pupils were dilated.

“Okay,” he said, and that was that. He gave a curt, almost awkward nod before repeating the word. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

He nodded again, though this time he seemed more sure of himself.

“Okay what?” you asked. Sure, it was an answer, but you weren’t sure if it was an okay, let’s date or an okay, it’s cool that you wanna be more than friends but I don’t I hope that’s okay.

Maybe you were overthinking this.

“Let’s try it.”

You couldn’t help it when your lips curled up into the sweetest smile Laurance had ever seen. The amused breath you let out sounded like bells, and as Laurance continued he wanted nothing more than to hear it again.

“We’ll go on a date. A real one, where we both know what it is.” He flashed you a boyish grin of his own. “And we’ll start dating.”

“Just for the summer?” Your voice sounded hopeful and you were scared it would come across as you truly wanting it just for the summer. Just a passing fling that would dissipate when the school year started and be completely forgotten about by the time you saw him again.

Laurance’s grin faltered, and he cleared his throat to gather himself. "Sure. If that's what you want."

It wasn't what you wanted, but Laurance seemed so quick to agree that you didn't want to tell him that and then freak him out. So you only offered a soft nod.

Laurance gently took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips.`He met your gaze with a starstruck smile before standing and pulling you out of your hammock.

"Where are we going?" You let him pull you to your feet without much complaint or resistance.

"Our date," he said. He flashed you another charming smile, and you couldn't help but return it.

—

Laurance ended up taking you to a local cafe that served sweet pastries and smelled like wildflowers. He picked a booth by the window and didn't let a single second of awkward silence come between you two the entire time you sat there.

You never officially got together, but anyone could see the change in air when the two of you were around. It had always been secret feelings and skirting around the bush, but now you were more obvious. You laughed without care and made lingering touches more obvious. When Cadenza finally joined your families for the summer, it was the first thing she commented on.

"You and Laurance seem really close," she'd said. You'd taken her to one of the popular smoothie shops in town. "More than usual."

You didn't say anything, but you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face and that was all the answer Cadenza needed. She squealed and playfully hit your shoulder. "Finally! Irene, the two of you have been in love with each other for years."

Your face warmed. You averted your gaze to hopefully avoid any further questions or comments, but Cadenza kept going. "Goodness, every year before he gets back with Michi he goes on and on about how much you mean to him. I was getting tired of it."

"He does?" Your eyes widened. You knew you talked to your own friends about Laurance, but you had imagined that every time he got back with Michi you were almost completely out of his mind. You never would have thought that he'd talk about you.

But it got your hopes up. If he talked about you while you weren't there (and in a good light, no less), then maybe that meant he wouldn't just want a summer fling. Maybe by the time this warm season ended, the true extent of your feelings for each other would come out.

Until then, though, you would savor the few months you had where you'd be considered his significant other. The two of you would be a couple until August, and then you'd talk about it.

But the feeling of wanting to run and dance for joy was in your heart, and if this thing only ended up being a summer fling, then you would be okay with that.

I feel like this went a very different direction than I intended, but I mean.... it's still good I think? it's shorter than usual and I feel like it isn't my normal kind of writing. but also I suck at writing summaries because wth is this one I just wrote 😭

idk anyways. hopefully you guys enjoyed this event fic cause I had fun writing it <3

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