#you could say thats an error on the writers but no

[baxterstockmanisthecenterfold]

Another thing I'll never forgive TMNT 2012 for (among a list of other things) is how we never got an explanation for this

Like, did Baxter legit have his own business after TCRI or tried to make one? Or was it just nothing more than a screensaver?

It can't be the latter considering we see it on a fucking build board.

So we have to assume it's a startup business or something. Could've actually been an interesting episode plot instead of a gag but alas

[buckgettingstruck]

here to ask about the camera panning to eddie. give me the freak answer pls

when i saw that shit airing i yelled and spilled wine on my carpet.

like. i feel like this is common sense but i dont know if people realize how intentional each second of a show/movie is. like whether the show is a silly sitcom or a serious drama everything is so intentional and purposeful. of course theres always continuity errors and mistakes that happen when you’re creating a show of that size thats been running for so long but for the most part everything has its intentions. its why you see certain themes come back again and again. im not gonna get into outfit meta or anything like that because its not really my wheelhouse but i did learn a lot about camera techniques and im a writer so. yeah.

shots are one of the most important aspects of a movie or a tv show. they set the mood. close up shots convey intensity and emotion while more wide shots establish a scene etc. they gave us a lot of close up shots of eddie’s face in the kim and eddie scene at the end of 7x09 because it was an intense moment for eddie as a character for example. you have to get the shot right to convey what you want your audience to see yknow.

so. you have the medal ceremony. they couldve done the announcements for these people in literally any order because they fucking wrote the script. they didnt do it alphabetically or anything normal they literally had the trio of triangulated desire standing in the back with buck in the middle AGAIN while chim and hen were being normal and serving cunt up front. and when they were sitting they had buck in the middle again because reasons. then once they got their medals itd pan to their families and significant others clapping. ofc for tommy they pan to buck because thats the person there supporting him. for BUCK they had so many options. they had bobby, his captain that he verbally said was his father figure the next episode, they had maddie, his fucking SISTER AND THE WOMAN WHO RAISED HIM, and they had tommy, the dude he’s dating. instead they pan to eddie.

literally that is the absolute LOUDEST fucking thing the show has done so far in my opinion. they panned to buck for tommy!!! they couldve panned back to buck or done it in a different order if they didnt wanna repeat so they could pan to them for each other!!! but they panned to eddie and the director of photography was even emphasizing that choice on twitter.

the entire bi arc had eddie written all over it. they had so many opportunities to shove their relationship to the side and double down on their friendship but they didnt. instead we had buck tweaking at the gym where we have no idea who eddie was even talking to on that phone, eddie constantly mentioned by buck in a kiss scene with someone else, the line of all time ‘MY attention?’, eddie interrupting the date next episode, buck not even giving a FUCK about the date because he lied to eddie, the shit maddie said that episode about being confused about his feelings, eddie saying nothing is gonna change between them (which. thats a chekov’s gun if ive ever seen one), and all the entire shit with the bachelor party. not even mentioning the implications of the song choice for the karaoke scene that paralleled madney because we didnt get it in the episode. they couldve completely avoided all of that but they didnt and then when buck is dating someone else they dont pan to HIM being happy and supportive for buck, they pan to EDDIE. it feels as if its supposed to remind us what’s actually going on or another attempt to clue us in

also like right after they had the two who were dating acting as acquaintances. and had that guy also kinda put buck’s excitement down at said ceremony. and later in that episode had buck ditch plans with the guy he was dating to make sure eddie was okay. for reasons i guess. so buddie canon or theyre doing a real bad job at getting me to care about bucks actual man

[kings-highway]

i've got quite a lot of fics written but they don't seem complete or cohesive enough to leave my docs,,, i don't know how to outline fics so everytime i get back to them im all over the place and end up doing things from the beginning do u have any advice :⁠,)

so... mhm... this is an interesting question. First of all I GREATLY appreciate you asking but unfortunately this installment of King's "advice column" is going to be half rant, half pep talk, and like maybe a sneaky 3% advice because the truth is... I don't know.

first off: I don't outline anything. Never have. The few times I do outlines it's for the sake of "trying to outline" and never because i wanted to. If you ever see me say the phrase "my outline" what Im actually referring to is the dance-break hallucination of the characters I've set to whatever Top 40 song Im listening to at the moment. I... cannot help you with outlining. Not really.

But I have some things that may help you overall. It sounds like the problem you have is with editing, not writing. Which... if you're new to editing or haven't edited a lot, can be entirely tedious and confusing and you might be saying "ach, but whats the difference!" - the difference is everything. I, personally, love editing. editing is where a story comes alive and can be perfected. If you have a finished full draft of a story, and you truly dont know where to go next... the next step is to be done with it. Literally. I've been working on a personal novel for about 2 years now, and half that time is spent waiting. Put away your draft, write something else. In 2 months, 3 months, come back to it and read it again, change anything you're no longer satisfied with. You'd be SHOCKED how much just taking a break from a story can improve your understanding of it. You may think of things to change in this waiting period - hold off. Hold it in. Let it stew. consider it caramalizing onions. there's simply no way to rush it. NOW - you expressed the sentiment of "i always end up doing things from the beginning-" I say... no you dont. That IS editing. My story has fully changed from front to back multiple times. That new draft you wrote from scratch? congrats, thats your second draft. Not your first. then you do it again. And again. Until the edits become smaller and smaller and smaller. And then when you hate it enough, you say "i cant possibly touch this anymore" and thats when you let someone read it.

And the truth is, they should have been reading it before. Feedback is infinitely important, in the editing process. You cannot expect to only ever show the best product. I have friends who have read drafts of my novel that wouldnt even be able to recognize what it is now. but I could never have gotten it to this point without their feedback. You have to be okay with letting someone - even just one person - see your bad first draft. THEY will be able to tell you where your cohesion is or isnt and how to improve it.

BUT that brings me to a second point, and the idea that this is probably fanfiction. Now, your initial ask was a little vague, so consider the first response there me being under the assumption you were interested in completely finishing a novel or short story with incredibly serious intent. Now Im going to assume you might be looking to publish chapter by chapter or take it "less seriously" because its just for having fun.

And to that i Say:

if youre publishing chapter-by-chapter (and writing chapter by chapter) your cohesion is gonna be shit!!! thats a first draft youre putting out into the world, babe, its gonna be ass! but embrace the chaos!!! I have learned and developed SO MUCH as a writer by publishing chapters one at a time, namely how to "punch through" that lack of cohesion. Consider your first draft a challenge. no matter how many errors you make, you are NOT allowed to go back and change it. that thing you committed to chapter 2? well its chapter 18 now and you either need to address it, or ignore it and hope your readers dont comment. You are beholden to your own writing and theres nothing you can do. Make it work. Its probably not as bad as you think.

Which brings me back to my initial point - dont trust me on cohesion!! Or, maybe, don't trust *yourself* on your judgement of your story. I'm assuming if you're asking you like at least 1 of my stories, so here's that aforementioned peptalk bit from the beginning:

if we're talking about incohesive stories and bad choices and things that REALLY should have been edited, I'm the (hehe puns) King of them. (I sometimes just vaguely think about Paranormality and want to tear my hair out - and yet this is one people seem to love the most!) here's two facts from my stories that are currently still available to read on ao3:

1. In "The Island" Jasvir and the rescue team make a 24 hour journey in about 6 hours (Because I forgot where New Zealand was and didnt fact check before)

2. In "Soulmake Adventures" Tendou describes how Ushijima stays at his apartment when he's "in the city" despite that city being Tokyo and the home base for the Adlers and Ushijima really should, like, have a home. (It did not occur to me to even check)

And Honey, if you think I had a plan for even one goddamn second of Paranormality you're mistaken. Holy shit it's just nonsense after nonsense after nonsense. I REALLY should have like, at least at one point, like... thought ahead. I just kept shoving stuff in and backpedaling and doubling down on things. But it was FUN to write. And people had a lot of fun reading it. I could edit it into something cohesive, but I dont think it needs that. I think if youre writing fanfiction, maybe its okay to just let it be a little bit loose and fucked up for the sake of the joy of it.

here's.... uh.... 3% advice:

1. have an ending. the stories where I know what my last scene (or my last line) will be always get drafted easier and with less stress. I dont mean have an ending idea. I mean literally mentally map out the last paragraph. Really helps me keep on track

2. talk to people. Walk them through your premise and your themes and what you want it to be. saying it out loud almost always will start clicking puzzle pieces together.

3. learn editing. unfortunately im not talking about grammer and spelling, i mean proper content editing. You have to build this skill seperately from your writing.

4. accept that your first draft is for vibes and fun. Push forward and do your best to "force it" however you need to, but;

4.5. understand that deleting work is part of the creation process too. If you do scrap an entire draft and start over, youre not "starting over" - youre starting draft 2. Thats editing!

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

fic writer q&a

thank u @geneticcatalyst for tagging me <3<3 (when i opened up tumblr and saw the notification i was floored!! u?? participating in a writing game?? this is really cool im really happy about it! a normal amount of happy for normal mutuals who have def not spend a lot of their free time scream reblogging each other's takes with further additions)

How many wips do you have currently?

i usually work at multiple projects at once, it keeps me fresh, so, like, less than 30 but more than 10. lets not give out numbers to cultivate the illusion that i know what im doing

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

this isnt easy to answer because most of my wips give me headaches. im reluctant to say that all of them do, because i am an optimist, but the truth is that :D all of them do. but these kinds of headaches are usually easy to content with. most often its really just myself who stands in my own way; i have a method for that by now. i fridge wips and let them marinate for a bit, and often that is enough to work out the snares. either the enforced distance also established an emotional recontextualization, or future-me, who is 9 out of 10 smarter and more level-headed, immediately sees the issue and immediately knows the solution. god bless her

anyways! that is a longwinded way to say that yes, i have a wip like that. and its chosen in great honours for this title because, other than the other headache-inducing wips, this one's headache doesnt want to vanish even if i ignore it very hard, to my greatest chagrin. for one, i have to research a lot for it and subsequently examine subject matter that is difficult to expose yourself to over a prolonged period of time. my wip is inspired by and works through the socialpolitical events during soviet germany, nazi germany, and china during the time of the cultural revolution and in its present day. (im being vague on purpose.) im not a historian, and my formal education is helpful but lacking. the second reason, the true reason, is that through this wip, im also examining my own family history and recontextualize who i am in relation to it. its deeply personal and very emotional, and very exhausting. it also makes me, like, very angry, all the time. which is also exhausting.

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

that depends! im working on finding a better writing/resting balance for myself because im really bad at respecting when i have reached a healthy limit. i know that many people in the writing community struggle with getting words on the page or making daily writing a habit. i dont have that problem i dont have any problems im amazing, no im joking, of course i have problems, but its more the other way around. see afromentioned disrespect of personal wellbeing during working hours

my relationship to writing is super fraught. so when inspiration strikes me, i will not automatically open up my docs anymore and start drafting or editing, or to write down some notes, because that would mean to delegate the thing im currently doing to another time. i need to have a really, a really, really, good reason to do so now. (this is a recent development thats still in the trial and error phase.)

i dont want writing to have that kind of power over my day-to-day life, yknow. my motto is that if whatever im cooking up in that moment, if its really "meant to be", it can wait. and if not, well. thats not my problem! (it actually is my problem, but im trying to ignore that unfortunate happenstance. writing is, like, literally just a thing i do for fun, i dont have to do it, there are thousand other things i could do instead /threat, and not more. this is what im telling my brain everytime it tries to convince me to make more out of it than it is. takes out a knife.) i also find it super helpful to just, like, sit with the inspiration. to just enjoy that feeling of bursting creativity. it feels really good, like attraction. and i can channel that elsewhere. fortunately, i see myself as an artist (hairflip) rather than a writer, so, to my other innumerable talents belongs a variety of very cool creative hobbies that i literally could do instead. (and they arent nearly as stressful!!!!11!!!11! for me!!!! personally!!!1!!!!! oh look, a second knife, however did that come into my pocket.)

its been doing me a lot of good to just, like, not care too deeply, and only write when im in the right mood. i want the act of sitting down and tending to my wips to be a conscious decision i make in full-knowledge of the consequences, no matter how pressing it feels in that moment to “do” something with that strike of inspiration. cultivating that enjoyment of a story by spending a healthy amount of my writing time dreaming about it, and virtually “doing nothing” makes me happy, and helps me find to where i need to go in the end. that is also an argument i use to barter with my capitalist brain.

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

i used to curate playlists for wips. i still have those! theyre great for when i want to get into a specific mindset. i dont do that anymore though, too much work. most of my wips are fueled by the same music anyway, because most of my music listening to is being done while writing. thats also why i dont listen to music just for fun anymore, my music listening to capacity is fully exhausted (i know! how can i! im currently trying out this new thing called "recreational listening to music while lying facedown on the bed being a blob in the troposphere" its really nice)

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

balls to the walls!!!!!!!! but id argue that these two things arent necessarily at odds u just have to know how to ride that rodeo (takes out a third knife)(camera pans in and it is revealed: im a knife bouqet shaped like a woman disguised in a trenchcoat)

tagging: @aiyexayen @intertexts @ayjada @fanghuas @gingabish0ujo

[dustorange]

3, 4, 23, 25, 45, 47 *taking notes*

3—Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

I definitely start out with the ending in mind and then like the emotion i want to be building the whole thing up to. And then i am like hmmmmmmm what is a thing that will make that emotion feel like a Big Thing or feel like it was inevitable. I write the ending first ALWAYS (bc i never have anything else at the start 😭) and then i just hit enter a bunch of times and flicker around the doc as i come up w different scenes i am a PANTSER

4—Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Literally from whatever emotion I’m feeling about Bruce that day. I NEVER HAVE IDEAS EVER 

23—Best writing advice for other writers?

hmmmm i would say do not let other peoples character opinions doubt YOUR opinions about the character. I think some of the Tumblr discourse abt “this is so stupid” “this character is NOTTT ___” can make it so u get scared of like omgggg what if im being a bad writer or what if this is ooc and people don’t like it that was what ruined beat journalism for me (BESIDES NOT HAVING ANY IDEAS FOR CH 3 DESPITE HAVING CH 4 the ending DONE) because i was so scared people wouldn’t like it but in the end YOU HAVE TO GO WITH YOUR HEART

25—What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

There Is. i LOVE the ending of There Is. its my favorite ending of anything I’ve written ever. but it was a weird fic for me because i haaaate zombie aus so i definitely would not have clicked on it to read it either. but i do love that fic lol

45—Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

THIS IS GOING TO BE A STUPID VISUAL but have u ever touched a wire and gotten AN ELECTRIC SHOCK. and your blood system feels really hot afterward. that is exactly how the Bruce dick relationship feels in terms of the Power of Love like if i could get ppl to smile affectionately at how much bruce loves dick that would be the ticket. But i also love it when ppl say they’re sobbing lol that is SUCH an honor 

47—How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

NOT ENOUGH if i ever post a fic without 15 spelling errors thats an imposter but i am so embarrassed 

MACK U R MY STARRR i love u MUAH

[ahundredtimesover]

for me, the weirdest part is when he admitted to his parents that he was making out w his assistant in his office. idk its js that AHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAAAHHAHAH i would never have the guts to openly admit that to my parents. thats one way to break a barrier and close to his parents ig 😶‍🌫️ i guess the height of all the emotions he's feeling also played a role in that too. i admire the amount of effort jungkook put in in this chapter to get a grasp of his feelings. i, as a person, also have trouble with dealing with my emotions so tendency is that it bursts into a hot mess instead of it dealt with properly. seeing him at least try with baby steps is.. insipiring(?) LOL idk what im rambling abt atp. MY POINT IS i love the layers we were able to uncover in this chapter 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️i wish you could write about my life and i'll js read abt it then act shocked when it happens. there's this guy that i've been pining on for the last 2 years and there's still a lot of layers i've yet to uncover and seeing jungkook uncover so much is just.. wow. and as ironic as it sounds, what made me more intrigued to get to know this guy more was during a school event and i saw he had an old scar on his leg 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️ and its just so ausdhfoash its js like that part where secretary kim saw the scars on her boss's ankles (i forgot his name) this ask is now more than what i want to say 😵‍💫 and i probably have a lot of run ons and grammatical errors there so im sorry if u cringe but that paper also took a toll on me tonight 🤣🤣🤣thank u for the chapter :) i can't wait to read the next one 🩵

HAHAHA I get you! But it was sort of JK's way of 'revenge' for lack of a better term. Like, they kept something from him and now he'll assert his power and let them know what he had done. 😬 From a writer's perspective, it was my way of getting the whole "parents finding out" out of the way. Usually there are elements of 'will the parents approve' in rich aus like this (ex Fight for You) but I don't want to focus on that. It still reflects the importance of the Jeons to the story, especially their relationship.

And yes, we can see a bit of that growth in JK in terms of trying to understand his feelings, although I'd say that ch12 will delve into that even more (for both of them actually). They themselves are learning how to uncover all these conflicting emotions as well.

Okkk juicy stories! I love how certain aspects of this story are relatable to u guys in various ways! And it's reminding u of your crushes and stuff hehe BUT ALSO SO WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH U GUYS?? 🤭🤭

I may not be able to write ur story but I hope the emotions I portray can help! Hehe thank you for dropping by. No need to apologize for anything. I hope you were able to rest after doing your paper!! 💕💕

[baka-kayakopa]

thoughts about physical 100 s2

includes minor spoilers abt the challenges themselves

overall i found it super enjoyable and i'm really hoping they keep it up. both season 1 and season 2 were incredibly watchable and fun

i know its CLICHE but.. competition, sportsmanship, giving it your all in respect to your opponent, the human spirit, camaraderie.. AUUGH

i feel like the skills that were tested were imbalanced this time around. they focused on like heavy strength & endurance so much, the disadvantage was huge for those who didn't have bigger bodies.

i feel like since its PHYSICAL 100 there should have been agility, flexibility, balance, calisthenics.. like a lot of potential was missed out on. the challenges for the top 4 was what i was looking for, they were balanced so much better (pulling own body weight, infinite squats..)

i wish we saw more of that small weightlifting woman

LOVE how the 1v1 for the ball came back. i personally think that we need to see that every time (since they did say there will be a 3rd)

the creativity of the stages were amazing, even if the creativity of the challenges themself could have been improved. the literal underground theme was so cool. i feel like next they could do a jungle or something so its like Survival and not just Repeatedly Pulling/Pushing/Carrying Big Weights like a Worker in the Mines

i really like how you still manage to stay attached to every competitor. the writers are smart by treating them kinda like a character (showing their motivations, personality, backstory) which really makes the audience sympathize and root for them.

i also really like how people from everywhere were able to fight. like didn't a cosplayer beat up a top athlete or something 😭😭😭

the redemption fight was cool as hell but i feel like it couldve been better balanced as well

i like how they dont really push unlikely narratives. even if youre an underdog everyone roots for, if you lose then you lose and they show the brutal truth. though i do believe that one team had so much potential if only the challenges werent ooga booga lift/push/pull big heavy weight like come on 😐

i like how its realistically unforgiving of errors in strategies or like small mistakes because thats life, if you make a mistake in the field then you fall behind

i dont like how when theres challenges with simultaneous equipment, there is a slight chance that its rigged on one end like the scandal in s1, but this time apparently the monkey bars on one side weren't giving? i don't know, but it really takes away from the core of the show if the equipment isn't effective and fair for everyone.

anyways that's some of my thoughts, am EXCITED AND HOPEFUL FOR SEASON 3 :))))

[girlgenius1111]

what would you say is a successful amount of notes on a first fic for a new writer?

hmm. i honestly don't know. i think thats really up to the writer.

i would say anywhere from 100-300 for a first fic could be successful? but it could be more than that. and if it's less, i don't think that means you should give up writing. more important than notes on early fics is feedback, and i think people can give really good constructive criticism on here if you ask them to!

also another note is that the biggest thing for me is grammar. if the grammar in a fic is bad, i'm swiping out and not reading it. and i don't mean like a few errors, i mean consistently just not using spell check or anything.

[tainted-liquor]

Hi, I'm really new to writing fanfictions and just Tumblr in general and I had a couple of questions about how to format my posts if thats okay!

Why do a lot of fanfic writers downsize their font so much? Most of the fanfictions I've seen have the font really tiny, tinier than the regular one. Is this some kind of unwritten requirement for fanfics, because I always put mine in regular font?

How do the TWs work for fanfictions? I know triggers tend to be things like blood, self-harm, murder, etc... but a lot of the fanfics I see also have like a little mini summary in the TW where they basically say what the story is going to be about. Is this something I should do?

If I get an ask that I don't know how to write, is it normal to just ignore it or should I post it and say "I'm not sure how to write this"? Because I have a couple of asks in my inbox that I don't know how to write, but I'm not sure how to turn them down or ask for elaboration respectfully.

How do the tags work? I see fanfics that contain tags that don't really relate to what the fanfictions are about, but I've also seen a lot of people complaining about posts filling up the wrong tags. How does the tagging system on Tumblr work and how do I tag my fanfictions?

Btw, I just wanted to let you know, I love your fanfictions and your blog and I think you're really cool 🥺

alr forgive me if this is worded wrong or if there’s errors I’m a puff and a duff in RN☠️

I make my font small cuz it uses less space on the page! So you’re not scrolling through a huuuuuge post on one tag.

for TWs I tag the basic criteria; Sh topics, toxicity, ANY form of abuse, something that could actually trigger a person yk?

Tbh you can ignore any ask you don’t want to write/don’t know how to write. If I don’t want this person to feel like I’m purposefully ignoring their ask, I’ll pass it off to another writer friend of mine. (Make sure to ASK this friend first, don’t just dump on a request on them)

and for tags, I tag my posts with wtv tf I want if it pertains to the topic. People usually get annoyed if you use a “main” tag without a fic, but it’s tumblr. Nobody really is affected by it and nobody gives a shit😭😭

if you need any help with formatting or writing I have a DC server btw! We’re all smiles here so feel free to drop by and ask any questions you may have!

https://discord.gg/rjrdMvbw

[streaminn]

Yoooo!!! I did the first chapter?scene? Of the streamwenclair coffee shop au, turns out it's actually more of a juice bar, but anyhoo! Starring in todays episode(guess thats what I'll call them) are our very own streamwenclair and Jdwicked!!

Enjoy! Or not, no preasure.

................................................

It was a dark and stormy(actually pretty sunny) night(by that, i mean noon) when our characters meet.

The crunch under his shoes was crisp, and the thirst for boba high when he walks into the shop. It seems to be a minimalist-turned-maximalist themed drink bar, serving any and everything one could think of. The windows don't show a lot of whats happening inside, but you can see everything happening outside.

He walks up to the counter and rings a little bell labled "ring for service, ;)" with an added sticky note that says "NOT THAT KIND OF SERVICE" in sparkle pen bold.

"One sec!" Is heard coming from the back, then a clatter, until finally the barista emerges from the door leading to the kitchen. From a glimps, one can see that the walls are lined with all sorts of kitchen things and bottles. "What shall it be this lovely after noon?"

"Do you serve boba, specifically mango boba? Your signs are a little confusing." The signs in question were the menu and pop up infront of the quaint cafe, the only thing on it is a non-descript drink and the sentence; "we serve everything and anything liquid! (For legal reasons, some exceptions apply)", needless to say, kind of suspicious and confusing

"Oh yeah! Of course! The exceptions are limited to any illegal substances and/or bodily fluids, boba should be easy pz! Want any special shape for the boba, or just regular old?" The young/old barista, who's name tag reads "stream", asks, inputting the order on the vintage looking register.

"Oh, i guess stars would be cool," he answers, pulling out his wallet.

"5.96, and a name for the order?"

"JD, the names JD wicked, cool huh?" Handing over the cash, he looks at the bottles lining the wall upside down with what looks like a spout attached at the lip

"Real cool, you can take a seat or just stand around while you wait, we also have some cool fan made books to read or you can write your own?" Stream says, motioning to the seats first, then an area that looks like a pickup station, and finally a half height long book shelf with vintage computors atop.

"Whoa! Thats so cool!" Amazed he goes and takes a look, reading a couple while he waits. He gets his boba and asks "Do you have anywhere i could put questions about the works?"

"Great idea! I'll make a question board tonight, do you want to write it on this sticky note for now?" Stream hands over a light blue sticky note and pen when JD accepts.

To be continued

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And that is all for todays episode! Next episodes air date is tbd, but stay tuned!

How yall think? I'm thinking of starting with not many people knowing each other so far. In my head, simp anon is a part timer at the place(still dunno what i should call it, maybe just "wenclair"?), stream is a fulltimer(maybe owner?), jdwicked has just found this place and will probably become a regular(who am i kidding, obvi gonna become a regular), writer anon is already a regular(maybe mobile orders? Maybe in store orders? I dunno yet) and the rest of the anons are tbd because i have a single braincell shared between me and my friend(who is not helping me with this).

If i have made any errors, please point them out. Also, i totally forgot ur pronouns stream 😅

Any questions will be answered by my intern, coffee intern anon(who is just me without the fake mustache)(not really gonna be answered by that pseudo, i just wanted to say i have an intern)

-coffee anon

I'm pretty sure you spelt computer wrong but other than that, looks like a pretty good short scene :)

Can't wait to see where you put the others

[reel-fear]

may I ask you to elaborate on what exactly do u mean by your post about the implications of bee as the one poc in the cast? Like are u saying the characters themselves (ie Optimus) are biased against him or that the writers have an unintentional bias against bee for being a poc?

The thing is I think the writers really didnt have the human designs in mind when doing usual episodes, they arent considered 100% accurate to the characters and if they did really consider them to be super accurate it would make the writing of those characters in other episodes strange. I think the human designs were just kind of thrown together with little thought and the writers didn't think much of it. But specifically I think it makes the way the characters treat Bee [which is admittingly Sometimes treated as in the wrong and esp in the case of Optimus is treated like they are doing the Wrong Thing] seem like it could be racially motivated.

Optimus in particular tends to talk down to and belittle Bumblebee, him and Sentinel seem to see Bee as a rebellious arrogant bot who needs to be put into his place a narrative the show shows is just not right. This usually is chalked up to in the narrative as just being them abusing their power over people who while different than the usual soldier, Are just as compentent and maybe even moreso because of their ability to think differently than others. [Ie, in the S1 finale the story shows Bee as in the right for disobeying Optimus, Optimus is being unreasonable and cruel he wants Bee to obey without speaking out and thats not fair to him]

The story on some level wants us to root for Bee when Optimus is being unfair to him so I dont think the writers were punching down on him for being a person of color, But I do think the writers did not think over the implications of the way the characters treat Bumblebee when they made him the only black person.

Optimus isn't really meant to be written to be bigoted, at least not in the way Sentinel very obviously is. So I dont think the writers entirely thought abt how it may read when the crew obviously punches down on Bee more than anyone else and just so happens to be the only bot in the group who was made black in the human episode. We're meant to mostly sympathesize with Bee, he's still one of our protagonists, it just so happens some of the more mean spirited jokes or jabs directed at him come accross as loaded when hes the only one the writers decided to give black skin to.

It also doesnt help that Bee's need to continuously be shown to struggle to get his teams respect in episodes like home is where the spark is or Meltdown, and then he proves himself as more than what his team thinks of... Tends to be thrown away in favor of the team continuing to treat Bee poorly in jokes or generally being dismissive of him and his abilities. I think the biggest thing is Bee is just meant to be more of a comedic relief character But Once Again, taking in the idea Bee is the only black person in this group their struggle to take him seriously can be read as bigotry from the crew and it's never properly addressed =[

Mostly tho this is just generally problems with tfa bee's story, he struggles to be taken seriously his insecurities are not taken seriously, the narrative doesn't really give him any chance to shine or grow as a person, but when u also have to add to that 'btw hes the only person here who is black' it makes the poor writing he suffers from look... Bad, which is something they should've thought of before making him the only person of color, even if I dont think the writing of Bee was influenced by him being black. [Mostly bc I dont think they Really took the designs in human error seriously]

[tallkfandomtome]

Originally posted on previous reblog and then edited out bc I feel like I should have it on my own profile.

10 years ago or so (just turned 30 in sept), I've found a fic in a word doc, nameless. When I read it it was super familiar, and I could've easly forgotten I wrote it. Still, I "corrected some errors" posted it on ffnet, and said in the descrption: I found this on my docs. If its anyones, let me know. I love your wtiting. Or something of the sort. (Already mistake n°1) That was uploaded for like a year. Then I figured after no one recclamied it that was actually something I wrote. Like a dumbass I deleted that description and lo and behold, someone came 1) saying a was a a son of a bitch for stealing someone's work and 2) the actual author.

Ofc I was super embarrased and ashamed. I profusely apologized, took the fic down inmediatly and apologized again. I also made a statement in my bio and said everything that happened, apologizing again.

I think about this still bc I still feel bad. As an actual writer myself, something like this happeining to me would wreck me. The autor was super nice and I truly hope they've forgiven me for it.

They said something, I remember, that really hurt me even, lol, and that is "check if some other of your works are not someone else's and you upload them by mistake as well".

Gosh. It felt awfwl. Bc ofc they would make that assumption. That was the only and last time I would ever do that, but they had no real way of knowing that.. it still stings a bit.

After that ofc I never saved anymore fics in random word docs. But what I'm trying to say is that what JS and these other "creators" do is very different from these stupid, shitty mistakes that can still happen. We are small creators. I never was nor am a famous fic write,nor want to ever be tbh. I write bc i cant help it. Bc even with everything, i love it. I put a lot of effort and time into it (when i'm able to sit down and do it, i mean). Thats why I still feel like shit. Thats why i'm saying all this. This is something that i did and if i could, I would still be apologizing to the author.

JS and the others... dont. They dont care. They feel as if all this is an attack TO them. Its insane and horrible. They have no remorse for these other creators without a popular platform like theirs, who's works they're citing verbatim. That its truly mean and intentional.

If the author reads this by chance, I'm sorry. Hope you're still writing. ♡♡

[kyaruun]

RAAAWR HUG! HUG! qiapyon loves being hugged :3 and squished (is a slime so squish!) hehe you are so nice and soft :>> not at all intimidating

YOU FELT LIKE A BIG BLOG just so very top tier writing. great graphic. whole package deal. there's only two possibilities that happen to follower count when you go ia:

it goes up, because people are finding you

it goes down, because people are not finding you and your followers think you are dead

THE RETURN OF NYA im so excited rawrrrrr tag me in everything

afadsfhsd me big blog... i guess i'm a big blog. i dont know why 1.1k people are still here for my shitposts

ajdslfsdf its only a few,,, a lot of my blogs are ia..... unfortunately.... and i mostly have focused on nazukisser though i literally cant stop writing for enstars its in my soul... i always strive for weekly for every fandom but darn thats really hard with the amount of shit i have going on

WAAAAAAAA i hope YOUR works get the true recognition it deserves (one day you'll write a leo fic that will become known as that leo fic (in a pos sense))

professional.... ate lis told me that i looked professional on my blogs,,, i just try. lots of trial and error and i always try to look fresh. have gone through so many phases its insane. one time i tried replicating an actual site design on tumblr while combining it w my style and it was so hard. stares at my (long gone) tori fs2 theme

RIGHT like the readers were nice, all of the people were so nice... now its too big like who is everyone... but also its kinda dead too like damn... 2023 is not anybody's year... i wish we could return to all being silly....

help me omg big blog. i mean being a writing blog the writing might as well get a pass but the graphics suck and i'm the first one to acknowledge that. i simply don't know what to do with them >< the one and only graphic i'm still head over heels for and is the reason i still haven't remade my theme is the cute cat soren did for me a looong time ago and is my current banner. it's. so. round. so cute. silly but sosososo adorable

i mean my followers have probably accepted i'm a sporadic writer and i don't really have a schedule. it hurts when you try to put out your stuff but it doesn't get attention but aaa this is the internet. there's no point in overthinking that. my one and only concern is that anons that rq something i answer a few months later manage to read their rq :(

JESUS CHRIST QIAN YOU HAVE 1.1K FOLLOWERS?!?!? big big biggest writer indeed. i just checked mine and it's 744 followers which is an insane number for someone who posts so little!! what you said about the leo fic... i can only hope. i personally think i suck at writing leo a lot. and rei. and natsume. my izumi is pretty much a mess too. see? if i love them i can't write them right. but uuuu i'd love to write a series. i've never tried that. i also considered something like a social media au bc that's usually really cute too. i don't think any of my works will ever reach that level of importance buuuuut. i'd love that

i've been working a bit on some sort of new theme for my super due revamp but i hate editing sooo much. whatever you say your themes always look super nice and cohesive <3 they're really nice to look at ;;

the fandom being big and dead (from a writing pov) is just as you said ;; i occasionally go into the tags to look for cute fanart but i don't see any writing and it's very sad. sorry to whoever might be offended by this but x readers actually carried the fandom before engstars. but we all either grew frustrated with the lack of interaction or found new interests

i simply miss that sense of community TT the nuri era... nuri feeding the entire fandom one post a day. bee coming up with the absolute prettiest things (like hello THEIR PROMPTS. i still haven't recovered from those). swanee dropping these insanely talented bombs and leaving us knocking on their askbox like "pls comeback when". soren's blog (which i actually visit from time to time bc there's a handful of fics that carry half of my mental sanity rn). runa ;;;;

see? i miss a lot of people ꒰⁎′̥̥̥ ⌑ ‵̥̥̥ ꒱ on those are only the ones that came first into mind because there are even more moots i miss... that comfy feeling of being able to jump into everyone's askbox and be silly... nostalgia hitting hard ;;; makes me think i should try to join a server(s) to try and interact with people again, even if it's just some talking from time to time

[sillyrabbit81]

Prying

Summary: When your husband Sy finds out you work with August Walker he isn't happy, but even in your wildest dreams, you would never have guessed why. (Slight AU)

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader, with special guest August Walker.

Word Count: Approx. 4.7k

Warnings: Smut, Dubious Consent/ Non Consent, reluctant reader, jealousy, rivalry, non consensual voyeurism, semi-public sex, workplace sexual harassment, p in v sex, fingering, spit kink, male masturbation, cream pie, breeding kink, praise kink, implied cuckold kink, mentions of mmf threesome, dominant behaviour, fear of cheating (I think thats it)

This is different to my usual stories, please read the warnings and be responsible for your own reading.

Authors Note: This story started out from an ask I got over six months ago. I tried a few times to make it work, but I just couldn't get it right. When I went through my old stories to find snippets for my milestone celebration, I stumbled on this forgotten, half finished fic and suddenly the story clicked into place and I was almost able to finish it. I got stuck at the end and thanks to @nashibirne I was able to settle on an ending. If you enjoy the ending, you have her to thank because without her to bounce ideas off I never would have been able to get it done. She is an amazing writer, check out her masterlist !

Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Your calves burn as you stand in the elevator. Seeking relief you lift one foot out of your heel and bringing it behind your other leg, you rub your calf. It slides easily over the curve of your leg, the stockings reduce the friction but impede none of the pressure. It feels heavenly and you repeat the process with your other foot. You moan softly as you close your eyes and rub your hand over your neck. Thank fuck it’s Friday.

“Tough week?” your companion asks.

Opening your eyes, you glance at August. “You could say that.”

“You look like you could do with some stress relief, a massage, or a drink,” August says in his playful flirty tone you know so well. “Or a weekend at my beach house…”

“Give it a rest, Walker,” you say sharply, but you can’t stop the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile. “It’s never worked before, it's not going to work now.”

Walker takes an easy stride towards you, invading your personal space with intention, until you can feel his warm breath on your cheek. “But my dear Mrs Syverson, it’s so fun to try.”

You laugh at him, and he grins. You like August. In the couple of months you'd worked with August you had quickly understood that he was playing with you. Technically he is your boss, along with the other partners in the private security firm, and apparently he’d never heard of sexual harassment before. He repeatedly oversteps your boundaries, but damn him, you enjoy his obvious attempts at seduction. It feels nice to have a man like him flirt with you and you allow it because he had never actually touched you in an overtly sexual manner. It had become a game, he would make outrageous advances and you would turn him down. He had a reputation, there were only a handful of women in the building under the age of fifty who he hadn’t slept with. From all reports he was very good in bed, some said he was a little kinky, but he never let a woman leave unsatisfied, which is probably why he got away with it. But from what you heard too, once someone tells him no, he backs off, so it was curious that he kept playing this game with you.

“I could decide I need to take you to my next conference,” August smirks. “I could find something for you to do, I’m sure.”

“Let me guess, you’d forget to ask Nate to book another room and we’d be forced to share?”

“Mrs Syverson, you wound me,” August holds a hand to his heart and takes a half staggering step backwards, “I’m much more subtle than that.”

The elevator announces its arrival to the lower basement carpark with a ping and you step out laughing and waving goodbye. August nods, his smirk back as he starts walking towards his car.

He stops abruptly and says, “Your car isn’t here.”

“Oh no! Are you serious?” you say, covering your mouth to hide your grin. “Oh my God August, someone call the police!”

August’s mouth draws into a tight line and his moustache quivers as he says, “Very funny.”

“Awww, August, my car is being serviced. I appreciate your concern though, it was very sweet of you.”

“There’s a lot of words that could be used to describe me Mrs Syverson, but sweet isn’t one of them.”

“No I suppose it's not,” you say. “Flirtatious, deviant, lewd…”

“You act as if they are insults, I take each one as a compliment,” August grins.

You open your mouth to reply but you hear your name and you turn quickly to see Sy walking over. You smile as he approaches, your heart leaping as he makes his way over to you with determined strides. Big and brutish, even in civilian clothing, he looks every bit the elite soldier he is, despite his promotion to Major that kept him locked to a desk most of the time.

“Hey bub,” you say. As he gets closer you are about to ask if he remembers August but before you get the chance he is cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours.

You melt into his kiss, you almost have no choice. Sy’s mouth moves over yours like it is trying to have all of you at once. He forces his tongue into your mouth roughly, filling your mouth with it, you almost can’t breathe. His hand cups the back of your head, while the other grabs your ass, pulling you close enough you feel the heat of his skin through your clothes. You are instantly aroused, you love when he gets dominant on you, but this is different, more savage, more primal, more uninhibited, you love how close he appears to losing all control.

August clears his throat and you push away from Sy; you had actually forgotten he is still standing there and you’re suddenly embarrassed by the intimate display you had put on in front of him.

Sy’s chest rumbles as he breaks your kiss, “Missed ya today.”

“I miss you every day,” you reply without missing a beat. You keep your low though, not wanting August to hear. Sy moves in for another kiss and you quickly say, “Sy, babe, you remember August.”

“Walker,” Sy says in greeting, but he doesn’t even look at him. Odd, Sy is never rude like that, and especially to men he knew from his active duty days.

“Syverson,” August says and you detect amusement in his voice, that same niggling, teasing tone he uses on you sometimes when he knows he’s pushing close to the boundary of acceptable flirting. “How long has it been? Five years?”

“‘Bout that,” Sy replies, finally looking at August. He keeps a possessive arm around you, his fingers dig into your waist.

“It’s good to see you’re doing well for yourself,” August looks pointedly at you before turning his attention back to Sy. “We should catch up.”

You look at August like he has three heads. Catch up? He doesn’t seem the type to spend any time hanging out with male friends. What would they do? Go for some hot wings and watch a game?

Sy scoffs, and when he speaks his tone is dark and fulI malice, “Name the time and place and I’ll be there.”

This was getting out of hand. Clearly something had happened when they’d met before and knowing the nature of Sy’s time in Special Forces, you were probably never going to find out.

“Well, this has been fun,” you say, flashing August your teeth. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, August. Let’s go home, Sy.”

August’s eyes brighten as your husband's eyes grow dark. “Tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, the work function I told you about.”

Beneath the scruff of his regrowth Sy tightened his jaw, you could almost hear his bones cracking under the pressure. “I forgot.”

“Yes,” August says with a hint of smugness. “You know, Sy, you should come along.”

“You know somethin’, Walker? Maybe I will.”

“Good,” August says. “I look forward to it.”

Sy’s teeth feel like they’re going to crack as he clenches his jaw. He fucking hates being at these kinds of things. He would have stayed home if he thought for even one second he could trust that slimy asshole August Walker to keep his hands off you. Sy takes a long swig of his Jack and coke before slamming it on the bar and ordering another and staring in your direction again.

Walker has his fucking hand on your lower back again, leaning into your ear and Sy swears he can see the asshole’s lips touch your skin as he speaks. Sy wants to kill that wannabe, 70s porn star looking, mother fucker. He had never wanted to murder anyone more in his life. The problem is, he had a chance to do so years ago, he should have done it, was a hair's breadth away from pulling the trigger when Walker had identified himself.

They had their first interaction in Iraq years ago when the former CIA Agent was running an operation that overlapped with one of his own and they had been forced to work together. Sy scoffed at the memory, there was no together, the fucker had come in, taken over the operation. Sy hated the man he became when Walker was around; something about him was rotten and that corruption seemed to worm its way under Sy’s skin. When Walker had finally left, Sy had been relieved, that man was so full of chaos, Sy found it hard to believe they were on the same side.

When Sy met you a few years later, he was grateful. He wanted to settle down, wanted to move on from his past and forget the shit he had done. To him, you were pure, unsullied by life, your open joy and curiosity roused in him a positivity he desperately craved. You had a great relationship, Sy had never shown any degree of jealousy, he trusted you, trusted your goodness. However, the second he knew Walker was in your orbit, that faithfulness in you slowly chipped away until he thought he might lose his damn mind.

Sy had first become suspicious when you were hired for a position in a private security company way above your experience level. He had been happy for you, until you told him who was part of the hiring process.

“There was this guy with an unusual first name and he had this outlandish pornstar moustache. His last name was Wallace or something… Anyway he asked if I was any relation to you and I told them you were my husband. He seemed happy and wanted me to say hi to you. But I can’t remember his goddamn name.”

For the first time in his marriage to you, Sy felt a stab of fear that he’d lose you. “Was it Walker?” he asked, his coldness had put a chill into your bones. “August Walker?”

“Yes, that’s it,” you said. From the look in his eyes, you could see they were more than just a passing acquaintance. “Did you serve with him?” you ventured to ask.

“No, he’s CIA. Or was, if he’s in the private sector now.” Sy was pensive. You knew he wanted to say more so you waited for him to speak and when he did, it surprised you. “I don’t want you taking the job.”

“What? Why?” Sy had never stood in the way of your career before.

“Because he’s…” Sy didn’t know how to put in words the bad vibes he got from Walker. But he had a feeling that you only got hired for the job because of him. Walker liked to play games, manipulate people. Would Walker destroy you just to fuck with him some more? Sy believed he would. But looking at you, seeing how happy you were getting the job and he took it back. “No, Sugar,” Sy said, pulling you into a hug. “Take the job. I’m real happy for you.”

Sitting at the bar, Sy wished with every bone in his body he could go back to that moment. He would have told you not to take the job and you would have done it. It was too late now. If he asked you now, you would dismiss his concerns as simple jealousy, nothing more.

And you would be right. Sy is jealous as fuck. If he ground his teeth any harder he would crack them. He watches as Walker smiles at you and picks a bit of fluff off your shoulder and lets his fingers linger on your bare skin. Sy doesn’t notice the way you give August a warning look, all he sees is Walker's eyes darting over to make sure Sy is watching.

Sy’s hands turn into fists. The fragile glass tumbler cracks under the pressure and his drink leaks onto the bar. Feeling milliseconds from a total loss of all control Sy knows he has to do something. His heart thunders in his chest, his blood pressure rising so high he feels its throbbing palpitations everywhere, most ferociously in his rigid and achy cock. Adrenaline, violence, and carnal fervour pumps like poison in veins and if he doesn't get a release soon Sy thinks he will kill Walker to exorcise his obsession. The problem is Sy has no doubt that Walker was at least as capable of killing him as he is.

Memories infect Sy’s thoughts. Scores of women he’d fucked are replaced by visions of you with Walker, as if he were in hell and his punishment was to watch you with him. Forced to watch impotently as your head is thrown back in ecstatic liquidity, your body open and willing, your perfect hidden centre, once Sy’s and Sy’s alone, now weeping for the attention of another. And worse, images of August pleasing you, burying his head into you, defiling your sacred core with his tongue, your pure sex adulterated and wilfully given to another, the gift that you promised only to Sy.

Though he hates it, though he rages against it, though he fights it with every bone in his body, Sy can’t stop his arousal from growing. Furious and ashamed he strides over to you standing as tall as he can with all of his murderous attention focussed on Walker; the one he blames because he can't bear to blame himself, can't abide to admit that he likes watching another man touch you.

It takes everything Sy has not to punch Walker’s goddamn face in and make his pretty boy features into a fucking Picasso. Instead, he’d deal with his frustrations another way.

“Mind if I have a word with you, Darlin’?” Sy asks.

It is not a request, his fingers grip your wrist already as he attempts to pull you away. You let yourself be led away when August speaks.

“Major Syverson,” August says. The honorific sounds like an insult when coming from August. “So glad you could make it. Always a pleasure to see you.”

“Walker,” Sy spat. “Likewise.” Sy’s face twists with a horrific grin. The air between them is electric, a single spark could set off an explosion that you have no doubt would end up in serious injury, if not death.

“Are you stealing away your charming wife?” August asks facetiously. “You won’t keep her long will you? I still want her.”

Sy growls and you decide to step in, laying a hand on August’s arm, “Excuse us, August. I’ll be back soon to help with the speeches.”

“Sure,” August says with a suggestive smile. “Who am I to stand between lovers?”

“Wife, Walker,” Sy grunts with a venomous snarl. “She’s my fuckin’ wife.”

August nods with a smirk. “She is,” he concedes.

Still growling, you lead Sy away. He keeps glaring over his shoulder at August mumbling, “Goddamn mother fucker.”

“Sy, don’t,” you say. “What is with you lately? What the hell is going on between you two.”

“He’s trying to get in your fuckin’ pants.”

“You think I’d let him? Besides, he’s just playing, he doesn’t really think I’d do it.”

Without acknowledging your words, Sy swiftly turns the tables and he leads you to the restrooms. He takes you inside one of the two unisex single stalls off the main hall and locks the door. Still muttering profanities he pushes you against the far wall, capturing your throat in his hand while the other frantically bundles up your dress.

“Sy, what are you doing?” you ask, your voice rising in fear. “I can't do this here, I’m working.”

He barely looks at you, and doesn’t react to your protests at all. “Hush now, don’t make me gag you,” Sy warns and you gasp in shock. This isn’t the way he normally acts. Yeah he is rough, and prone to want you whenever the fancy takes him, but it is obvious he isn’t only motivated by lust. This is a pissing contest between two alpha’s, something that started long before you were in the picture. It barely even has anything to do with you.

“I’m done with his shit, he’s going to know you’re fuckin’ mine,” Sy snarled, finding your panties and pulling them aside, the thin lacy material digs into your skin as he twists them and the sickening sound of ripping fabric echoes off the tiled walls. “He’s gonna know I ain’t allowin’ him to take what’s mine, not this time. He’s gonna smell me on you, he’s gonna know I fucked you senseless and that you fuckin’ loved it.”

Sy spit on his fingers, the sight makes you clench as he roughly seeks your core. You cry out as he thrusts two fingers straight into you, forcing apart your tight unready muscles. You watch Sy’s eyes closed as he feels you clamp down on him.

He presses his forehead into yours, and growls, “I’m gonna fuck you, gonna come inside you and you’re going to get fat with my baby. Then he will fuckin’ know that this,” he jerks his fingers inside you, drawing you to him, “Belongs to me.”

“Sy,” you cry. You feel yourself start to get wet and it surprises you. For all his roughness, he has never been this brutal, this fucking savage. This is a side you have never seen of your husband. And to your shame, you love it.

He kisses you as he works your core. His tongue is strong and demanding, filling your mouth so much you can hardly breathe. He grunts as his fingers pump in rapid frenzy, his palm smacks your clit, the roughened skin the perfect texture and you quickly approach peak.

“This belongs to me, don’t it?” Sy demands.

You’re so confused. This isn’t Sy’s usual dominance, his usual rough touch; this primal, masculine possessiveness is something else. He has never claimed ownership of you like this, and if you had been asked an hour ago if you would have stood for it, the answer would have been no. But now, now you want more.

“I’m yours, Sy,” you moan your reply, surrendering yourself to his needs, wilfully giving up and submitting. Your hands dig into his shoulders as you try and hold yourself up as you start to shake around his intrusive fingers.

“Yeah, you are,” Sy says. “You’re my fuckin’ wife. He can't have you. Not you. Never you.”

You fall apart under his touch and you can’t stop crying out his name as your body undulates around his fingers.His hand covers your mouth, muffling your shouts of pleasure as he continues fucking you, keeping your orgasm going for as long as you can.

You can’t remember coming that hard in years and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sy, his smug grin says it all. “No one makes you come like that, do they Sugar?”

Falling into him and wrapping your arms around his neck, you shake your head. Sy removes his hand from your mouth and you murmur, “Just you, Sy.”

His pants fall to the floor, the buckle of his belt hits the tiles with a loud clang and you moan in anticipation.

“Tell me how much ya want me, baby,” Sy murmurs in your ear, his voice rough as his ragged breath saws his throat and his teeth nip your neck.

Panting hot with burning desire you whisper back, “I want you, Sy. I want you inside me. I want to feel a part of you grow inside me. I want your baby.”

“Fuck yeah you do. I’m gonna fill you up,” Sy puts his hands around your thighs and lifts you onto his hips and presses his chest against yours, holding you against the tiles. “Then next time that asshole touches you, all you’ll be thinkin’ about is my come leakin’ out of your pretty little cunt.”

Without warning he enters you with a brutality that shocks you, stretching, tearing at your pussy almost painfully and you shout.

His huge paw covers your mouth, “I told ya to be quiet,” he growls.

The lock starts to turn. At first you think you must be imagining it, then the door starts to open.

“Sy!” you cry into his hand, the sound so thoroughly muffled by his heavy calloused palm, he doesn’t even look at you.

August's head peeks around the door and you shout against Sy’s hand, pawing at him, slapping desperately at his shoulder.

“Fuck baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”

You whimper into Sy’s hand as tears well in your eyes. It’s no use, he’s too strong for you and although you know you’re going to be fired you surrender, it’s too late, August has seen everything.

Although embarrassed and horrified at being caught, you lift your eyes to your boss. August grins, lifting a finger to his lips, gesturing to you to be quiet as he gently closes the door turning the lock. You blink stupidly as you watch August unzip his pants.

Holy shit.

He’s not here to fire you. Oh God, Sy was right.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my good girl,” Sy coos. His lips suck on your earlobe, “Just relax and let your ol’ man have his way with you.”

You let out a sob, and there’s nothing you can do as August lifts his leviathan cock from his pants. Your eyes widen and he raises his eyebrows as he shows himself off to you. Jesus, he’s as big as Sy and you moan as unbidden the thought of the two of them taking you at once is thrust into your minds eye.

This is so wrong, you know it is, but you can’t stop the thought of taking August’s thick, pulsing cock into your mouth as Sy fucks you from behind. As if he can read your thoughts, August grins looking you in the eyes as he grips himself and tugs roughly at his cock. For a moment, his gaze wanders and he rakes over Sy’s legs and ass as your husband’s body surges into you. You wonder if… no… August’s eyes are back on yours and he bites on his lip.

“Atta girl.” Sy presses wet hungry kisses into your cheek. “Feels good don’t it?”

You whimper, tearing your eyes from August and look into the clear blue ones of your husband. God, the desperation, the possessiveness, the need burned darkly, in his gaze.

“You’re fucking mine, you got that, baby?” He presses his forehead against yours like he’s forcing his will into your brain. “I ain’t ever lettin’ you go, you hear me?”

You nod. Fuck, he’s never been like this. Ever. You get a glimpse of August and your eyes roll as you lean into Sy. It shames you how much you like being watched, and not just watched, watched by your boss, by August fucking Walker.

“Yeah you’re fuckin’ mine. No ones ever fucked your cunt this good have they baby?”

You shake your head, your eyes slide shut as Sy dips his head into the cleavage of your dress, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your breasts. The familiar heat of an approaching release blossoms between your legs and you open your eyes and see August working his cock, watching you, his face a picture of depraved rapture as his lips part with a low moan.

Sy’s head snaps up. Fuck! He must have heard. His eyes are wide and he starts to turn his head searching for the errant sound. As if by a strange instinct you can’t control you put your hand to his cheek and keep him looking at you. You plead at him with your eyes, squeeze tight around his cock as your orgasm keeps building. You can hear your muffled cries of pleasure and so can Sy.

“Fuck it, I don’t give a fuck if anyone hears. I wanna hear ya come, baby.” Sy drops his hand from your mouth. Suddenly loud, your cries echo off the tiles and you bite your lip trying to suppress the loudest of moans.

You pull Sy’s mouth to yours as you close in on the edge, and although you know it’s wrong, although you know it’s sinful, you meet August's eyes. He smiles, oh God, he knows, he fucking knows you like him watching you. His grin turns sacriligious as his hand becomes furious and he mouths, “come, come, fucking come.”

It hits you like lightning and you raise your lips from Sy’s as you yield to your pleasure. The swelling of Sy between your legs and the bite in your shoulder announces Sy’s hit his peak too. Your bliss hazy eyes seek August and you watch as he holds a small towel in front of himself. He grits his teeth, his lip is curled into a snarl, his face reddens and his whole body tightens as he releases into it. His eyes never leave yours.

Sy leans his head into the crook of your neck, his lips are tender against your skin. “Baby…” he murmurs with a hint of regret in his voice. Sweating and panting he wraps his arms around you. “My good girl.”

You wrap your arms around him, running your hand over his head like you know he likes, as you try and process what just happened. Sy pulled out of you gently, already you could feel your combined releases seeping from your no doubt gaping, ruined core as he lowered you to your feet.

“You ok, baby?” he asks gently, lifting his pants from the ground and righting himself.

Your eyes flick to August quickly seeing him still standing there. His cock is back in his pants and he’s leaning lazily against the wall, one ankle crossed casually over the other. He looks like he’s going to make no attempt at all to sneak out undetected. Ice pumps through your heart as he opens his mouth.

“You still fuck like a neanderthal Syverson. No subtlety at all.”

You gasp and look at Sy. He chuffs, “You still get hard watchin’ me.”

Sy tightens his belt. He reaches up and places his hand on your cheek as he kisses your temple tenderly. Then turns to August, raising himself to his full height. What the fuck is going on here? Has this happened before? Sy takes a step towards August and you hold your breath as August pushes himself off the wall with a smirk. Your eyes dart between them, and while you're deathly afraid one or the other will throw a punch, you cannot deny the way your oversensitive clit begins to throb.

“You know, this is as close as you’ll ever get to her,” Sy says. There’s a strange coolness to his voice, it's soft and on the surface benign, but you know him well enough to detect a dangerous edge in his tone.

August hums and shrugs, “We’ll see.” He turns his back on Sy and reaches for the door, but stops and looks over his shoulder. “You know, I came in here for your wife, but I almost forgot how good it is to see you in action.”

“Get the fuck outta here,” Sy growls.

August chuckles, and nods his head, “Mrs Syverson, I’ll see you outside.”

When August closes the door, you let out a breath, gasping as you try and take control of your thrumming heartbeat. You look at Sy, stricken and sick in your stomach, confused by the competing arousal and dread you feel.

“What…?” you can’t even begin to form the question.

Sy holds your face in his big hands and makes you look at him. “Baby, I’m sorry. This shit started long before I met you. I…” he swallows and a shadow of shame darkens his eyes, “We used to tag team girls back in the day.”

“What?” Your jaw drops. “You… you said, you’d never…”

“I know what I said, and it’s true, I ain’t been with him. It was… just the girl… took turns and shit.”

You’re surprised, but after what you just witnessed you aren’t shocked. You don’t think anything will ever shock you again. You want to be angry with Sy, you want to scream and smack his goddamn face for putting you in this position, but if you’re honest with yourself, you want to do it again.

“Baby?” Sy says, his voice is small and vulnerable as his brows lift as if he’s pleading. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this. “You’d never let him touch you, right?’

Your eyes are drawn to the door August just left through, and you shake your head, “Not unless you want me to.”

[floralb0t]

ok i like cliche’s and am ignoring writers block.  here’s a list of scifi narrative cliches that i think would be fun to explore in the apex fancreationverse- i got a little rambly but here we are (no ship suggestions or anything of the like, just plot pitches)

(this is just things that jump to mind as ‘logical’, but like.... who cares? It’s a piece of fiction first and foremost, but it’s also set in a future time where science has done incredible and almost magical shit. do whatever you want if you like an idea off here(but please ping me i wanna see👁👁))

Bodyswapping - makes the most sense between the simulacra and if we push it, mrvns. Ash / Revenant / Pathfinder bodyswap? I think Path running around in Revenant’s body could be fucking hilarious. But imagine Rev with Ash’s giant ass knife.

Time loop - ok ive started a fic for this but - It makes the most sense if you use a digital gamespace playing on loop for a technological reason. Maybe a system error or something, could be group wide or specific to some people! In TV its the easiest sort of Sci Fi Bottle Episode to justify imo, so it works GREAT here. A classic escape room in the most techy of spaces really forces someone or a group of someones to come together or break apart.

Lie Detector - A heavily character driven plot where two or more people are put in a (usually) life or death situation relying on Someone to tell the truth of a situation. example below bc i think it helps it make sense why this is on the list

Stargate SG1 did this in an episode where to confirm two character’s story of an event, they both had to undergo an alien lie detector. But because the two characters were both in MEGA denial about being in love with one another, they continued to show as lying about the events until they confronted it and accepted that that was influencing why they made their choices.

The syndicate wanting to check people’s story of a an event, say the teleporting of Olympus or a rebellion against the syndicate would work well here.

Space Beach Episode - In classic sci fi, I think this would most often be getting stranded on an alien planet but I think it could work just as well as being stuck in the ring without a way out - if you take the games to be fully physical that could take hours to days depending on how long you assume a game lasts. . i’ve actually seen a couple fics like this and they’re all AMAZING.

Time Travel - you know it, you love it! Horizon is working on this bad boy, who is to say that she doesn’t get it working! A little too well in fact! Have you considered what would happen if you accidentally sent some or all of the legends lineup to the (19)90s? Or what if you sent them even further into the future?

Classic Miscommunication - This one is not Sci Fi based, but it still would work all the same. Who is to say with so many different language speaking legends we don’t get a little miscommunication? Might be tech related or it might not! Could work as a neat little oneshot or something longer depending.

Mind wipe - Self explanitory, somebody gets more or less reset. I think this could work really well with like a drama or angst heavy plot, though it may require some setup. Someone is rebelling against the syndicate either solo or in a group, and gets captured. Perhaps before every match the syndicate takes a brainscan or makes a copy of the legend. What if that captured soul got reset back to and old scan by some means? Re educated to be the perfect little lapdog? I think there’s potential there!

Doubling up - What’s a good story with simulacra and good future science without somebody ending up getting duplicated for some reason or another? It may be accidental! Whoops i just put this 1 to 1 brain scan of XYZ legend inside this mrvn. What’re they gonna do next? Or it might be intentional - no better way to be in two places at once for hyjinks than to be two persons at once!

ok thats all ive got rn but !!! hey. here they are. let me know if you like them or especially if you’re inspired by any of them!

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 58 - [NSFW] The truth behind the DIR EN GERY misprint, and a mysterious voice...

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru, with this week's episode of the Freedom of Expression. Joe, Tasai, welcome...Um..

T: Ah!

J: What is it?

T: No way!

K: Its 'Young Jump'

J: Ah, Young Jump.

K: I think you already know about this, but we put an ad on it like this *shows back page*.

J: Oh, looks great!

T: Yeah, it does. Very impactful.

K: Its good, isn't it?

T: Yeah, great impact.

K: There's something a bit odd about it.

J: Haha

T: Huh? Where?

J: Eh? Something odd?

K: Yeah, its a bit strange. There's a bit of a mistake.

J: Is the kanji for Oboro correct?

K: Yeh, and this is right, about the release on the 28th of April.

J: And Wenesday is correct, right?

K: Yeah, and the explosion screening schedule is ok.

T: Yeah, it is.

K: The ticket price info is also all fine.

J: Yep.

K: After that there's only this bottom section.

J:Yeah.

T: DIR EN...

T, J: GERY, haha.

J: Has a new band formed?

K: We screwed up.

J, T: Hahaha

K: Its hard to believe, right?

J: Incredible. I did not expect this..Dir en gery.

T: I thought it was like a trick or something.

J: Oh, to make it go viral or..?

T: Yeah, going with Dir en gery.

J: Kaoru, what was it?

T: We'll find out about it here.

K: It was a total mistake.

J, T: Hahaha

J: Seriously? Eh? Really?

K: Yeah.

T: Does that mean it was done on a hurry, if its a seroius mistake?

K: Yeah, I guess so.

J: Well, Tasai, you work for a newspaper, and I also work for Rolling Stone, so we understand this, but our work is handed in for checking, you know, proof-reading. And they do spot mistakes, but honestly, I have never seen mistake of this size before.

T: Yeh. This is at the level of 'accident'. However, there is a case for saying that we cannot attack this. What I mean by that is that we too make mistakes.

J: Yes, thats true. There is that. Well, this goes for magazines etc too, but if you do proof-reading within the organization, for example, if the writer writes an article, the editor will proof-read it, and they may intend to, but if everyone is really busy with loads of other work, they will run out of time. Then they will get it checked by an external proof-reader. Even then there are sometimes still typos left over.

T: Yeah, there are.

J: There are, right? Human error happens.

T: Yeah, like if I misspell a name or something, I can correct it on the digital version, but on paper it appears on every copy out there.

J: Yeah..

K: But like this?!

J: Yeah, we say this, but we've never seen a typo this bad. Like, I've mistaken small details in names and stuff before.

K: Yeah, like Young Jump becoming Young JumP, right?

J, T: Yeh, haha.

K: Not like this! *points to 'GERY'*

J: Haha, this is...

*Sound of strange voice occurs in background - On screen text: 'What was that voice?! One more time.. (Clip of strange voice re-plays) No-one during the filming heard this. Its a mystery voice'*

J: Tell us what happened?

T: Yeah, lets ask.

K: Um, we had the design made, and the designer made the regular logo and put it down here in this fixed spot, so it looked as if the logo was done, even though there was a mistake in it. At the time, I wasn't looking at the band name, I was looking at the overall design, and ths impact it had. Like this image of Kyo from RokumaykanGIG. My eyes were drawn to the best parts of the design. It wasn't really designed to emphasize the band name. Its designed to showcase this top part, so I, like, didn't see it. Die didn't even see it, and he normally checks these really carefully. Even if we miss something, he normally spots it straight away. 

J: Ah, even Die didn't notice it! ???*1

K: Yeah. We were too busy checking that there were no mistakes in the tour schedule.

J: Yeah.

K: But the information is all correct, so if its just the band name with a mistake, well, maybe its ok.

T: This could become a really rare item in time to come.

J: Yeah, cause there isn't gonna be a misspelling with Dir en grey again after this. That point will be strengthened.

K: Not for a while yeah. A long time ago, we had a single out called 'Filth', and there was a mistake in the title of the song on the cover jacket.

T: Eh? So this is the second time this has happened to you?

K: Well...yeh.

T: Hahaha

K: Well, we occasionally make small mistakes *2, but...

T: This is big.

J: Can I suggest something? Good things come in threes.

K: Ah, terrible.

J: So there will be a third time to come, imagine it, it could be both the title and the band name with a mistake.

T: Hahaha

K: Well, what can I do about it now? If you buy the single 'Filth' even now, its still like that. So filth is spelled f-i-l-h..huh? h-f...um, it's..

T: ..t-h

K: f-i-l-t-h, but the i became f, I mean h. So because there were two h's I realised the mistake. If there really is only one h, it could be that they just made the letters look in that style, but they look the same to me.

T: Ehh? I want to line Filth up next to this magazine.

J: Yeah

J, K: Hahaha

T: Don't you have it here? Filth?

K: We do.

T: Lets put them out together!

K: When I saw this (*Young Jump*) though, well, I thought it was quite rare*3, it could become a talking point. If you take a bad thing in a smooth way, someone will notice, so I thought we could just go with it.

J: Brilliant!

K: And then I posted on Twitter, like 'Ooops'. And that was a photo of the actual magazine, so it really was like 'ooops'.

T: As soon as I saw your Tweet, I was like 'Huh?!' and I went to the convenience store and bought it. haha

J: Well, in that sense it is a rare item

T: Can we decide on the correct reading for this? How would you say it?

K: Ge-ri?

J: Dir en gery (ge-ri).

K: jeri? geri?

J: geri? jeri?

T: gari?

J: Its geri, right? Well, jeri is like..

K: In the basic form its geri, right?

J: Yeah. jeri might have to be 'Gerry' with two r's.  Which is best Dir en jeri or Dir en geri?

T: Should we decide? Even though it doesn't really matter.

J: Yeah

J: Dir en geri sounds like a struggling country rock artist or something, haha. Dir en jeri has jellyfish vibes.

T: The official name: Dir en Gery (jeri). haha.

J: I want you guys to do a joke live show as Dir en gery. You could switch parts, like Kaoru, you could be on drums.

K: Ah, but we did kinda do that once, we changed parts on stage. I just made a load of noise.

J: Ahh, so you could do that as Dir en gery somewhere officially and play one song.

T: Ahh, thats a good idea.

J: Do a cover or something.

T: You could do ???*4

K: Er, no. haha.

J: Haha, this will getting bigger and bigger.

T: But I heard recently at the MeguroRokumaykanGIG screening, Kyo said  that Toshiya used to play guitar a long time ago.

K: He was playing guitar the first time we saw him playing in a band...well, I don't know if he was playing it, or just waving it around a lot.

T: Yeah, Kyo said the stage was going wild.

K: Yeah, he wasn't playing.

J: So, when you guys switched instruments on stage, what did you do Kaoru?

K: Drums.

J: Oh, drums?

K: Thats the one I wanna try out the most.

J: So if you guys played as Dir en gery, Kaoru, you would be..?

T: Drums?

K:...Nah....*imitates playing the castanets*

J: Tambourine? Oh, castanets? So, it doesn't necessarily have to be the same instruments you play at the moment?

K: Yeah. As long as we play as a proper band.

J: Yeah, so Kyo could play the recorder..

T: Someone could hit the ???*5

J: Yeah, yeah. Oh, that would be good.

*The single Filth gets passed over*

K: I'll just get it out.

*K shows cover jacket to J*

J: Oh, here, right?

K: Can you see, there are two h's.

J: Yes. I see.

*K shows it to T*

J: The first h is a typo?

K: Yeah.

T: Its a bit difficult to spot though.

K: We didn't even notice, we thought it was just the design.

J: Yeah. Put them together now.

*K puts magazine and CD together*

J, T: Hahaha

K: By the way, it was the same person who designed both of these.

J, T: Haha

K: When he saw it he was so pained.

T: Its ok, ???*6

J: Ahh, well, it can't be helped though.

*On screen note: Again? (weird voice appears)*

J: Even if there is a spelling mistake, its conveying the atmosphere that is the main thing.

K: Yeah, thats the emphasis.

J: But on the other hand, you could say that as soon as 'Dir' appears, people recognise it as Dir en grey, even with this kind of misspelling. The name is that well know.

T: Hmm, yeh

K: Hm, well, yeh, if you look at it up to here. But for us, its impossible.

J: Well, I guess yeah. It goes for Rolling Stones too. For example, if the last n in Rolling Stones became an m, you wouldn't immediately spot it. If it came up all of a sudden, you would just think 'Ah, the Stones'. It's that kind of name recognition. You could see it in that way. But I didn't know it was the same designer who did it both times.

K: Our boss was pretty mad about it.

J, T: Hahaha

J: Really? I see.

K: He couldn't believe it.

J: Well, yeah. Its also the most important part.

T: Well, yeah, and cause its already in circulation.

J: Yeah. Well, everyone can keep it as a treasure.

K: Where's Kami?

J: Yeah, isn't he here?

Kami: Oh, Im here, I was just listening the whole time. People make mistakes, right?

T: They do.

Kami: This is just a mistake. So its wrong to point blame.

T, J: Yes.

J: Kami, have you made a mistake recently or something?

Kami: Im always making mistakes, and always getting into trouble.

J, T: Haha

Kami: As soon as you've made a mistake, it hurts, right?

T: Yeah, I know that feeling.

Kami: Yeah.

J: Yeah, the person who made the mistake knows it, you don't have to tell them.

T: Yeah, that hurts the most.

Kami: I bet if you made a mistake like this though, you'd get into big trouble.

T, K: Haha

Kami: I think you really would.

T: Well, heh, yeah. But if even Die overlooked this..its like a demon interferred..

J: Yeah, unbelievable.

K: But, anyway, Im taking it in a good way. Well, I mean, it's not good to take just any old thing in a positive way, but....its a bit like those remarks by Mori that we discussed recently.

J: Oh yeah.

K: Like how to move on with it.

J: Yeah, we can learn from that.

K: Yeah.

*Sound cuts out. On screen note: Suddenly, we were unable to record to voices. Was it linked to that sound we heard earlier?*

K: Um, the sound..

J: It seems as if the sound went off.

T: I wonder whether its to do with what we just talked about?

K: What, like, 'Stop this conversation?'

J: Haha, like from ths designer's perspective...'Please stop it!'

T: Haha, yeah, 'Please!'

J: So, what about the Oboro single?

K: So, we're at the last stage, just the mastering, and a little more discussion, and we're about finished. And then the packaging. Well, there's just a little bit longer till the 28th, about another month.

J: Well, Im looking forward to it.

K: Ok, lets finish here for this week. Thank you.

*On screen note: The voice that no-one, including the staff, heard during recording was recorded into the mic data.*

*1,4,5,6 Couldn't catch

*2, 3 Not entirely sure

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