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yandereduckie · 3 months ago

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Old Draft: The bat and bird twins pairs

I found this unfinished draft in my notes, it was one of my first attempts at creating an AU, it's basically a test of concepts for Always!AU

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The first time it happened, they didn't even think of it...

It all started about half a month after Bruce became the Bat, Kate had just broken up with Renee, well before that they had decided to live together, and now that their relationship was over, Kate decided, in a moment of anger, to take all her things, throw them in a suitcase, and go bother her cousin in Gotham.

Bruce, even though reluctant because of his recently started nocturnal activities, welcomed his cousin with open arms. She took a room right next to Bruce's, and honestly, she ended up throwing herself into the socialite life for a while to clear her head.

But one night, she went looking for Bruce in his office, and found the clock's secret passage open, going down the stairs to the cave, she saw Bruce, still partially in the suit and with the wings, being treated by Alfred in the Medbay because of a bullet wound in his side caused by a momentarily lucky criminal, who didn't even have seconds to realize his hit.

As the suit was not yet perfect and was in experimental status, the bullet hit one of the areas with little reinforcement, which was already more worn out from another fight before in the same patrol.

She immediately had a small outburst, arguing with him about his crime-fighting activities, citing the rumors she had heard about the Bat, and, unlike anything Bruce had expected her to say, Kate ended her dictation by exclaiming that she wanted to do it too.

20 years old Kate, shooting furiously: AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN CONSIDER INCLUDING ME!? HOW COULD YOU!? HOW DARE YOU!? I FEEL BETRAYED! BETRAYED BY MY DEAR AND FAVORITE COUSIN! 20 years old Bruce, still half doped up on painkillers: The fuck? Bitch i'ma ya only cousin. Kate, faking angry tears: EXACTLY. 42 years old Alfred, putting away the basic equipment after finishing Bruce's bandages, muttering to himself: It seems then that it wasn't the way i raised Master Bruce that went wrong... Alfred, reflecting: Please, do not let this be/become a family thing.

And then, after much insistence and much, but much pestering, Bruce gave up, and let Kate join him.

Kate, for the 107396395259453 time, practically foaming with pure rage and determination: LET ME FIGHT CRIME WITH YOU OR I WILL DO IT ALONE! Bruce, head in hands, clothes and hair disheveled from a fight with her, sweating cold and exhausted: OK, SATAN, BUT YOU BETTER PUT YOUR MILITARY TRAINING BACK IN ACTIVE AGAIN AND ADAPT TO MY CRYPTID THING!! Kate, raising her fist in the air in victory: YESSSS!!! By the way, fuck you, Why did it take ya so long to accept it, even though I was in the military and know that I can take care of myself? Bruce, collapsing into an armchair, eating a grape: Cuw I dinw tonw tha ya *chew* wou du a geit cwipit Kate, consufused: The hell ya said? I didn't understand a thing, don't talk while eating! Bruce, swallowing: I said, that i doubt, that you would make a good cryptid creature. Kate: *Extremely offended dramatic gasp* How dare you doubt my capabilities! I'm sure I'll be a much better and scarier cryptid creature than you! Bruce, raising an eyebrow: Bet? Kate, with a sly smile forming on her face: Bet. Kate, throwing herself on the couch: I'm going to scare the shit out of those scum of criminals. *steals a handful of grapes from him* Bruce, pointing a finger at her face: But no violence towards minor thieves until it is proven whether or not they are doing it out of necessity. Kate, rolling her eyes, chewing and finishing swallowing before speaking: Yes, Mr. Weird Bat. Those guys are supposed to be advise to leave the life of crime and go to WE after get out of jail, is it? Bruce, squinting suspiciously at her: Yeah. *Puts another grape in his mouth* Kate: *thumbs up*

And so, Kate became a vigilante cryptid with her cousin, but she didn't want to be a bat, imagine being called by the media something as basic as "Batwoman"? Naah, Kate was not a woman for that kind of basic, if Bruce is going to be a bat, she'll be a bird, the biggest and stronger.

And that's how the duo Bat and Harpy came about.

At first, the Ghotamites didn't know what the relationship between the two was, giving rise to several conspiracy theories about what they were, and the two let the theories run wild, since that's how their cryptid thing spreads, practically making them creepypastas, but real, since after 2 months of debut the majority of the population accepted that they were not just rumors from delusional criminals, and recognized their existence.

That is, until theories started to emerge that they were a couple, yuck, how disgusting, imagine their faces when a victim who ended up owning a vlog about them questioned them about it?

Vlogger rescued of a kidnapping, pulling out a cell phone to record: Hey! Would you mind answering a question!? Please, please!! Bat: Hn Harpy, just vibing cuz it's better for this lady to focus on a conversation than on the recent trauma, and it can't be THAT BAD: *Speaks with a voice modifier that distorts the speech and tone to give a more Eldritch tone* why not? Ask. Vlogger, excited because this is her favorite theory: Thank you! So what are you guys to each other?? ARE YOU DATING!? Harpy: Bat: Harpy, seeing that, yes, it can be THAT BAD, putting the retractable claws from her cat-like gloves out: Can I?- Bat, slapping her hand away and giving a weary sigh of reprimand that the voice changer translates into a growl: Don't you dare. Vlogger, intimidated and regretful: Er- Did I offend you?- Bat and Harpy at the same time, with different tones: Yes. Vlogger, still curious: Huh- sorry, but... If you guys aren't dating...then...? Bat and Harpy, still a bit disoriented cause of the absurdity of the previous suggestion, only going with what they remember that the adults said they were as united and similar as: Twins. Vlogger, who also has a twin sister who looks nothing like her, sympathizing: OH!- OMG I'M SORRY! Oh man, I would be pissed off too if somebody thought I was dating my twin. Bat and Harpy, not knowing how to deny it now: *Muttering agreement*

And of course, this made most of the theories fall apart, but there were still weirdos, who didn't care about incest, shipping the two of them, let's just say that when they met this type of people, they acted so extra animalistic and Eldritch that a guy peed himself once out of fear.

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Second time it happened, they thought it was a coincidence.

After a long year of action, a circus came to town, and two birds fell in mid-flight because of a certain person who decided to cut their wings, leaving a chick orphaned, but a bat with a very soft heart for traumatized people, especially children, took it to his own nest.

And yes, he tried everything to keep another bird from flying at night, but, as stubborn as the older one, that little baby bird did not give up.

5 years old Dick, two apples tall bloodthirsty to end Zucco, whining with a strong accent: BUT B I WANNA TO FIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! 21 years old Bruce, looking for help looking at Kate and Alfred: Chum... 43 years old Alfred, just looking at them smiling neutral: *Internally, remembering when he himself tried to stop Bruce* The world spins master Bruce, the world spins... 21 years old Kate "not my kid, not my problem, just don't let him die or cry" kane: *Sneaking away with a bag of chips.* Bruce, sighing betrayed: Look Dick, you're still too young for this. 5 years old baby Dick: *Wetty little hurt pup eyes* Bruce, rubbing his temples: For now... Dick: *Eyes drying out and starting to shine* Bruce: Train, and maybe, if you prove that you can be strong enough, I'll let you fly. Okay Chum? Dick, running to hug Bruce: Thank you, thank you dad!! Thank you!! *Burying his face in Bruce's neck, eyes moistening again, whispering* Thanks... Bruce, wrapping his arms around him in shock cuz this is the first time Dick has call him dad: It's-...o-okay Chum...*Rubbing circles on his back* Shhh...it's okay.

And as luck would have it, on a patrol not much later, the bat encounters the late Jim Gordon's daughter, Barbara Gordon, running away from the orphanage in a poorly made bat costume.

5 years old super determined baby Babs, running at him, panting after climbing the fire escape to get into the building top: Heyy, wait! Stop righ there!!! Bat, completely confused, turning to her: *Tilts head curiously* baby here? Harpy, a little far, watching curiously: oh baby? *Tilts her head too* Babs, hand on her waist and the other pointing at the bat, with all her two-to-three apples tall confidence: If I have to get a new parent, it has be you. So I can beat up the criminals and corrupt cops who mocked my father's kindness! Bat, even more confused: ???? *Bat chirp* Harpy, amused: Ohhhh *Excited for a new niece bird chirp* Babs, spreading her arms wide in a pose very much like a T pose, throwing her head back dramatically: Take me with you and transform me into whatever kind of creature you are! Be it vampire, demon, it doesn't matter! Harpy, unable to control herself: OHOMGHAHAHA- *Laughing her guts out, almost falling off her perch* Bat, "fluffing" his wings and approaching her cautiously, worried if she's delirious with fever or something: *Confused and worried (artificial) bat noises* whaa...?

At first the children became wary of each other, and Babs was devastated to learn that her new dad was not a supernatural creature.

But over time, she accepted this fact, and she and Dick became best friends/siblings.

For their covers, since Babs wanted to be a bat like Bruce and Dick a bird to honor their parents' legacy, they decided to go with the twins concept™️ created by accident. Of course, after having a good laugh at the costs of their father and aunt.

They didn't leave the training mat until they were 7 years old, and even then, they started small, with patrols twice on the weekend so as not to disrupt their school sleep schedule, fighting weak criminals, always with Bruce and Kate at most 2 and a half meters away.

And so, the second duo emerged, Robin and Denevér appeared.

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The third time this happened, they were suspicious, but still called it a coincidence.

A year of action for the little ones later, in one weary night flying through Crime Alley with the fake wings, the Bat found a 4-year-old boy trying to steal a tire.

4 years old skinny, malnourished and dirty baby Jason: *Panics and throws the rusty screwdriver at the bat's face.* Jason, realizing who the cryptid that he attacked is: Fuck- 24 years old(Bruce)Bat, holding screwdriver in one hand and massaging face with other: *Low high pitched outrage and pain bat noises* urgh... 24 years old (Kate)Harpy, crouched in a corner of the alley: PUUFF- *Laughing breathlessly sounding like a kettle* Jason, nervous: I'm...sorry? At the manor. 46 years old Alfred, looking up from the book he was reading: Something just happened. 8 year old Babs and Dick, looking up from their drawings to him: New sibling? Alfred, sighing: Probably.

Let's just say that no one other than Bruce was surprised by him bringing another stray home anymore in this point.

And they were even less surprised when not even 72 hours after bringing Jason home, he picked up another child.

4 years old on guard, fresh from the clutches of David Cain, inevitably illiterate baby Cass: *Crouched in a defensive pose* Bat, recognizing the posture of a assassin, worried that a baby apparently knows this: *Approaches cautiously, trying to appear smaller so as not to scare her* Baby alone? Cass, reading, or trying to read, his animalized body posture, recognizing the concern and care, but not understanding what he said: ...? Bat, tilting his head more worriedly: Don't understand me? *Sad bat noises* Cass, still not understanding the words but getting that he's sad: *Hesitantly comes out of the defensive pose and makes little grabbing hands* Harpy, eating popcorn that she got from god knows where: *Chews* New niece. *chews* Robin and Denevér, eating popcorn too: *Chews* Absolutely. *Chews.* new sister. Bat, approaches her: baby? Cass, raising her hand to the top of Bat's head, imitating what she had seen a man do with his parrot some time ago: *Pat pat* Bat, confused but happy?: Uhh *Looks at others* They: *encouraging thumbs up* Bat,extending his hand to her: Wanna come with us? Cass, looking at the others and back at him, reading expectation, excitement, care, comfort and everything good coming from them, knowing that the hand is to go with him: *Takes the hand*

Jason was very shy and nervous during the first few weeks at the mansion, and Cass was curious about everything. Over time, Jason opened up to his new family, and became really close to Cass because he enjoyed helping teach her to read and speak. They also became the only ones besides Alfred allowed to be in the kitchen.

And Bruce, futilely tried to stop them from going to the streets, and as expected, failed miserably and had to make the same deal as when Dick and Babs started.

Bruce, arms crossed: No. Jason: *Puppy eyes by Dick lessons* Please? Bruce, Shaking his head: The answer is still no, Jaylad. Cass, just chilling around, without paying attention: 🎶 Jason, nudging her lightly with his elbow in her side: *whispering through gritted teeth* Help me here. Do puppy eyes too Cass, blinking as her brain slowly grasps the words: 🤔😯😀 *gets it and joins him* Jason, now with Cass imitating him: Pretty please? Bruce "soft hearted with his children getting along" Wayne:*sigh* okay... Bruce, pointing a finger at them: BUT- Same thing as with Dick and Babs. Train and only then fight. Jason and Cass noding, and then stepping away to do a little victory dance together:🕺💃🎊 Bruce, with a silly smile on his face: These kids are going to be the death of me...

And so, the two trained, preparing to fly for the first hunt at 7.

But with just one year missing to finish the training, new chicks arrive in the nest.

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By the fourth time it happened, they just had accepted that this was the norm now.

News had reaches Bruce's ears that the Drakes died on one of their trips, he comes to by a little sad that the family of three is gone, until Kate shows him the news that their son, Tim, 1 year old, is still alive, because he was left behind in their mansion, with an unreliable nanny who left the literal baby alone for half the week in that giant, cold house.

Needless to say, when Bruce had barely begun to consider it, the children and Kate were already on his tail to take the baby. He did.

27 years old, angry Bruce and Kate: *unconsciously mirroring the other's irritated arms-crossed pose* Irresponsible nanny: *Swallows* H-here *Hands over baby Tim* 1 year old Tim: *happy baby babbling* Bruce and Kate internally: Okay, it's ours now, definitely. 11 years old Babs and dick, 6 years old Jason and Cass peeking behind the armchair: Baby brother 49 years old Alfred,very offended by the nanny's lack of professionalism and HUMANITY: It will be much better for him this way. Also Alfred: I just hope at least him doesn't become a cryptid.

And so the family gained another member, and soon his pair would come too.

The funny thing was that this time it was Kate who found a baby.

1 year old, rebellious baby Steph in all purple clothes, holding papers three times the size of her hands, angrily sucking on a pacifier: Dah *hands the papers to Harpy* Harpy, seeing that they are copies of three future cluemastee schemes, knowing that she is his daughter: *happy bird chirping* Oh you- do you *excitedly* want a batdad instead of this one? *Shakes papers* Steph, considering seriously while sucking on a pacifier: uhm... Steph: *Takes the pacifier out of the mouth* Yews.

With that, another pair of twins came to the family, and one year after they arrived, the third duo appeared, Bluejay and Molossus.

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But of course, everything that is good and perfect do not last like that, and has its moment... down

Bluejay and Molossus had completed a year of activity, but this time, unlike the feeling of something extra that Alfred always felt before another child was adopted, as if someone wanted him to know, Alfred now felt...the lack of something.

The feeling was causing anxiety in the old man's heart, so he decided to shove it in a little box in the back of his mind, it didn't mean anything, right? It wasn't because he always felt a chill before Bruce adopted a child that now that he felt different that they were going to...to lose a cub, right? right?

No.

they lost.

They lost him.

He died.

Jason died.

Joker killed him.

He did it.

He attacked the boy with a crowbar and the woman who was supposed to be HIS MOTHER did NOTHING and left him with the Joker and-

H E K I L L E D J A S O N.

Let's just say this didn't do anyone any good.

It was just another normal week, everything was fine.

Until the kids decided to play a challenge game with an online roulette.

13 year old Babs, with a tablet with a yellow bat emblem: Okay, it's Jason's turn! *Turns the tablet to reveal a digital roulette so full you can't even read it* 8 years old Jason, excited: *Clicks the button that says "spin"* Oh! *Opens his eyes* Family tree test, what's that? 13 year old Dick, with a half asleep 8 years old Cass leaning against him: Oh I know! I know! It's a test to see who you're descended from, a friend of mine took it and discovered that he's sort of a sixth degree cousin of our classmate because they share the same great-great-great-grandfather! Dick, eating a chip: They also discovered that he not only slept with their great-great-grandmother, but with 3 other women! What an idiot. Jason, whistling: Cool, I hope I don't have a grandpa like that.

It was supposed to be just an innocent game, but Jason discovered that he had a living mother, a woman different from Catharine, a woman named Sheila.

He was so impressed, he was so curious, he wanted to find out, he wanted to investigate, and Bruce couldn't say no to him, after all, she was his mother, he deserved to know. She's not. He don't.

Bruce, Babs and Jason traveled to Ethiopia, it was supposed to be just a quick visit, Jason didn't want to go live with his bio mother or something, he just wanted to see her, he just wanted to know who she was. Bruce came as his guardian (obviously) and Babs came just for company.

Bruce's biggest mistake was leaving them alone, Bruce's biggest mistake was trusting that woman monster. Bruce's biggest mistake was letting his son get kidnapped. Bruce's biggest mistake was not being able to locate him sooner.

He broke down the warehouse doors and threw himself against them, he opened them just in time to look into his son's eyes one last time, extend his arms to him one last time. All in vain.

The bastard assassin barely had time to laugh at his feat before he had a big, angry, vengeful Bat father pummel him nearly to death.

Bruce would have killed him, fuck, heaven and hell know how much he wanted to kill the clown.

But he couldn't do anything against the super strength of that idiot alien scout new hero.

Superman holding the bat down and pulling him away from the Joker: Mister- Stop it! You can't kill somebody, killing is not the answer for nothing, what happened!? *using a mix of voice for victims but one he used to talk to Luthor too because he has no idea what's going on here and is completely confused and this bat-person is criyng his guts out while beating an Ethiopian ambassador dressed as a clown* You- E-Eehh you just bit me!? No- wait stop! Your teeth- Why does it hurt!? The Bat with tears running freely under the mask, but very visible, struggling to get out of the other's grip, opening a compartment that just in case keeps Kryptonite since he discovered superman's weakness: LET GO! *hyperventilating so much that even though the modifier translates it as growling, the panting is still heard even without super hearing* GRH! *In desperation trying to free himself, resorting to biting as well.* Superman not being able to do it anymore and releasing him like a rabid cat, but staying between him and the man-almost-turned-into-pope: Why are you doing this!? *Panicking wanting to know what the hell he got himself into, and a little much afraid of the cryptid in front of him.* Bat, growling, in a defensive/offensive pose with wings wide open: HE KILLED MY SON! Superman, stopping floating: oh. Superman, processing that he ended up getting involved in a very family matter being a stranger: Oh. Superman processing that may be protecting a child killer: Oh. Superman staying silent, but also wanting to play the boy scout with a super moral code and offer to help catch the killer: I-

A shot is fired, interrupting whatever the blue scout was going to say, followed by a loud, piercing scream that is painfully familiar.

Bat, running towards the shout: DENEVÉR! Superman, confused, looking at the man dressed as a clown who holds a gun with a shaking and punched hand, and then looks in the direction the bat went: Oh Rao..

One of the worst first impressions a scout could have, isn't it?

Bat and Harpy became more violent, ruthless and volatile, hospitalizing countless criminals, calming victims with great difficulty.

Robin walked close amd glued to his father and aunt, never left alone, becoming silent, his cheerful laughter fading and leaving a haunted hole in the chest of those who encountered him.

Molossus blended even more into the shadows, also glued to her father and aunt, no longer a curious cub who walked here and there and needed to be pulled by the scruff of the neck, she almost never leaves the Bat's wings now.

Denever and Bluejay disappeared without further ado.

Gotham didn't need words from her silent knights to know what happened.

There was a funeral for Jason, the whole Wayne family was in mourning, they were more glued

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As I said, unfinished. But in short, Flock would have this concept of pairs, I wrote this based on a thought I had about how the patrol pair works, since I wanted the batfam to be less overworked, since Always!Bruce goes to therapy and knows well how bad being a workaholic is, having learned this not only from his therapist, but also experiencing it firsthand during his training journey.

Plus, I think it was implied that Babs went with Jason, but no, the shot only put her in a wheelchair. And Jason was scheduled to return from the dead only about 6 months later, and, since Always! Bruce is not part of the League, he was on Earth, and he heard the alarms at Jason's grave go off, and even though he was in the middle of a patrol, he ran to the cemetery, with Kate. There, some League assassins who were investigating the Flock decided to follow them, and after that, they capture Jason because he seemed important to the Flock, in the middle of the fight to catch him, they also get a DNA sample from the Bat.

Talia tries to manipulate Jason, but the boy is smart, and doesn't fall for her petty tricks. When he finds out about a clone make of Bruce and Talia's DNA, he immediately rescues him, stopping the growth process, and returning home with a three-week-old baby Damian.

And as you can see, there was going to be some tension between the superfam and the batfam, but I later dismissed that.

Always!AU is still in development, and I may end up changing a lot of things, concepts, people, and relationships. One additional thing I wanted to put is that I'm going to bring back this concept of twin pairs.

But Always!Clark and Always!Bruce will still have a strong brotherly bond, but Always!Kate will also be a part of that bond. I want her to be more relevant to the story, like I did with Jar and stuff. It'll be like, Always!Bruce and Always!Kate will be super close as twins growing up, and then after the Waynes become friends with the Kents, the twins gain Clark as a big brother, and they end up growing up together, and then the rest of it remains the same, the Wayne-Kent siblings discover Wonder Woman's identity and are taken in as her wards, Diana becomes a cool aunt and stuff, blah blah blah.

And here's a better guide to their ages

Start of year 1 of Bat and Harpy

Bruce - 20

Kate - 20

Alfred - 42

End of year 1 of B&H/ Adoption 1/ training arc 1

Bruce - 21>23

Kate - 21>23

Alfred - 43>45

Babs - 5>7

Dick - 5>7

End of year 1 of R&D/ Adoption 2

Bruce - 24

Kate - 24

Alfred - 46

Babs - 8

Dick - 8

Jason - 4

Cass - 4

Pre-year 1 of B&M/ Ending of Training arc 2

Bruce - 27

Kate - 27

Alfred - 49

Babs - 11

Dick - 11

Jason - 6

Cass - 6

Tim - 1

Steph - 1

Middle of Year 1 of B&M/ Dead in the family

Bruce - 29

Kate - 29

Alfred - 51

Babs - 13

Dick - 13

Jason - 8

Cass - 8

Tim - 1

Steph - 1

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pinksobg · 1 year ago

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How to atract better the lover|love you so deserve

already in a relationship and single reading

for reflection only. hope it resonates and you enjoy. hope you all are doing very well :)

pile one - singles -

dolphin - 20 - true.

When meeting someone new, preferably tell the truth from the beginning and don't settle for anything less than respect for the person you are from the beginning. The advice is to be spontaneously you, the carefree energy, being true to your personalities and tastes. "I like this, I like that, I don't like this".

hermit - get to know yourself, and you can even reinvent yourself or, better yet, another skill or quality of yours, valuing your individuality.

the moon reverse - the tip is to also think about the practical, logical and tangible world and not just (and only) feelings. a balance between reason and emotion is advisable.

6 of Wands reversed - if necessary, correct your postures that harmed you in the past.

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in a relationship -

27 - fox - think quickly

30 - grasshopper - take a leap of faith

The advice from the cards here are basically to invest in your relationship. analyzing the responses you give to your partner on a daily basis or when you meet. If you tend to respond impulsively to a text message, for example, when you're angry, try taking a step back: take a break to do something else and then analyze the situation again: "Should I really talk like that?" "Now, do I understand myself and my partner better?"

about the grasshopper. Both, seek to strengthen trust in the relationship. whether with open conversations or questions, like, "what do you think we can improve in our relationship?"

I wish the best for you! If necessary, seek professional help. trust yourself.

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pile 2 - singles -

39 - moth - surrender.

connect with your spirituality.

38 - lizard - make your dream come true.

The advice is to go after a dream, especially if it's a good old dream that you still want to fulfill. It can also be going to a place, doing a hobby that you've always dreamed of, when and if possible.

what great messages!

hierophant - if you want, try to avoid listening to the unnecessary judgments and prejudices of others. live well according to your values, value them, if you want, value and/or invest in your lifestyle.

king of wands - take action when necessary and do the things you are passionate about, or add passion/love/appreciation towards your actions.

7 of Wands - stay true to yourself, protect yourself with healthy boundaries.

-- in a relationship -

oh, yes!

31 - groundhog - time to forget

reverse judgement, page of hearts, the fool, 7 of hearts, 4 of hearts.

well then! the message is apparently advice to learn to forgive your partner if necessary and if you want to<. especially if there are past hurts. learn to forgive and be forgiven. either with a frank conversation and/or inner meditation on the events.

It is advisable here to connect with new people: friends, family. even beloved animals. Receiving loving energy from other people or areas of your life can be beneficial to your healing process.

explore more, have a snack with a friend, visit family, pet a beloved animal, whatever you want. take yourself for going out.

If you like the idea, talk to your partner about it, about forgiveness and each other being able to have a good moment of individuality if this is your case (or one of these is your case).

I wish all the best! Seek professional help if necessary. take good care of yourself.

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pile 3 - singles -

oh! sharpen mind! good!

38 - lizard - make your dream come true

Ask yourself what your ideal life, your ideal relationship, would be like. How can you contribute to your good dreams right now?

12 - canary - sing your own song

invest in self-love and listening to yourself

queen of spades - again, assertiveness and honesty in your reading. Don't accept less than you deserve and speak for yourself when you want/necessary

10 of swords - if you want, heal yourself from past pains; as with good physical and mental rest

hope you be a lot of happy!

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in a relationship -

31 - groundhog - time to forget

24 - eel - bring your ideas to life

the advice in the cards is to learn to also listen to your voice in the relationship, also value yourself, your ideas. You are also a person who deserves to be heard and valued. Another piece of advice from the cards is to learn to forgive and be forgiven. These achievements, improving the relationship, if you wish, can be done with a little more self-love, investigation of your own feelings, desires, needs and ideas. Don't feel alone and seek help if necessary and desired. open and calm communication, preferably, about these important issues such as forgiveness, emotional responsibility, etc., can help your relationship if that is the need. remember that you are important and valid.

If necessary, seek professional help and be very happy, giving yourself more peace and a voice.

#hope you enjoy :)#tarot community #pick a card #tarotblr #thank you #tarot reading #pick a pile #free tarot #pick a picture #pick a photo #love reading

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albert-offical · 16 hours ago

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campaign

Have I ever done smth like this before? no. Am I lowkey shitting myself rn? yeah. Do I look at the others campaigns and am like fuck so i'm just gonna ramble and hope for the best? Also yuh. Would I be the best of the fucking best like immaculate at it? also no, because I'm not perfekt and make mistakes everyone does but i stand for respect, inclusiveness and when I do make mistakes I self-reflect and try my best to correct it or atleast apologise and recognise the mistake and avoid repeating it for the future. And I also want healthcare for all and everyone to afford housing, bills and food

I mean thats all pretty basic shit that'll probably fit to all the other candidates too so i'm just gonna name some silly things about me:

I'm queer and trans

I have a mullet

I really like sharks, lots of colours but mostly (dark-) blue/purple/green/red andd black, swirls🌀 and stars⭐️

My bed is full of stuffed toys even though I'm well over the age of 10

I collect pokemon stuff and love video games in general

Probs got adhd and autism (never really got diagnosed cause of family)

Oh I'm german

Uhh i dont know id like to think i'm pretty funny and if all that didnt already blown ur mind bc i'm so awesome sauce🙂‍↕️😌 (look at this guy (me) trying to be confident what a loser) heres a pic of a cool cat

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@homosexuality-offical

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@hadesbestgod

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@autistic-lizard

@chaoticandlucky

@grandma--official

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xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox · 10 months ago

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Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) To think about [something] deeply

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

Chapter Six: Hurt

Now Playing: Don’t Hurt Yourself by Beyoncé, feat. Jack White

Warnings: arguing, cursing, allusions to potentially controlling behavior?? Idk how to word it but Paul’s basically being an ass for like 90% of this sorry (he’ll get better I promise guys), miscommunication bc Paul’s emotionally constipated, Sam’s tired of his bs, reader’s tired of his bs but also on some bs 👍

Days passed. I didn’t see Paul, I hardly saw the others. Jacob was too busy catering to Bella, Embry was caring for Quil after his change, and Jared seemed afraid of getting his head ripped off anytime he even looked at me.

Emily and Sam treated me normally enough. The “enough” part comes into play when they would give me odd little looks when they thought I wasn’t looking.

Whatever. If they wanted to be weird, fine.

Roy’s was slower than it’s ever been, but Max always kept me company. He had stopped asking what was wrong, and I never brought it up. I almost felt like Bella when anything about the Cullens was mentioned. Except, unlike my sister, I didn’t break down into tears or get nauseous. I only felt angry.

Against his will, Paul had come to pick me up to take me back to Emily’s. Spitefully, I had given Max a long, lingering hug.

I knew Paul didn’t like him, and it seemed to have rubbed off on the others, too. I didn’t care. Max was my friend, and I wasn’t going to cut him out because the pack had some weird bullshit going on.

I ignore Paul as I walk to my truck, ignore him as he climbs in the bed of the truck instead of the cab, and ignore him as I start to drive.

The drive to Emily’s goes by excruciatingly slow. I’m unwilling to admit, even to myself, why that is.

I turn the truck off and go inside, not waiting for Paul. I hear that god-awful sound of his entire body popping into another shape, and he leaves for patrol.

I go into the house, slipping through the dinnertime rush in the kitchen to shower. The hot water feels good against my skin, and I had long since moved most of my things over here. Sam and Emily were happy enough to have me here, and I liked being in the house well enough, even after Paul decided to be an unbearable ass.

I slip on my pajamas and walk quietly to the kitchen to pick at leftovers. A plate had already been set out for me, to my pleasure, and I assumed Emily had done it. I eat quickly at the kitchen stove, eager to sleep. It had been a long day, and I just wanted it to be over with so I could start the weekend.

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I woke up early to help Emily make food in the kitchen. Bella was still asleep, and the house was quiet except for the radio playing softly in the corner.

I caught my reflection in the mirror. My face was lined from sleep, the sheets creasing my cheeks and neck. My eyes were crusty, my mouth dry, and my lips slightly cracked. I sighed.

Wordlessly, I started helping Emily make eggs. She smiled at me as she began to focus on the biscuits and muffins. Making food was always quicker with another set of hands, especially when it was for boys who could out eat an army.

When we were done, I set out a plate for Bella and one for myself, putting them in the microwave to hide.

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“You have until June, Paul.” Sam said slowly, “Then you tell her, or I do it for you.”

“You were the one that kept me from telling her in the beginning, but all of a sudden you give a shit?” Paul scoffed, anger bubbling in his chest.

Sam sighed, “That was a mistake on my part, I’ll admit it. But now your mess is interfering with the rest of us trying to go about our lives and trying to keep the Swan family safe.”

Paul stood suddenly, storming out of the house and slamming the door behind him. He didn’t need this shit right now.

Sam closed his eyes, a weary sigh exhaled from his lips. Emily put her hand on his shoulder, comforting him.

When Paul left in a rage, Jacob followed. He had been sitting outside, waiting with the rest of his brothers to be let back in.

Had he been eavesdropping? Sure, but so was everyone else, so it cancels out. Besides, it was for the benefit of the whole pack, so it’s not such a bad thing.

Jacob quickly transformed, following Paul to wherever he was going.

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I woke up late today.

I suppose it’s not a surprise, since any time I was asleep, it was restless. I didn’t remember my dreams, but Bella said I murmured a lot in my sleep because of them.

Jacob and Paul weren’t at the house when I woke up, and Emily said that they had left the night before after Bella and I had gone to bed.

Paul’s probably only being moody. Jacob’s who I was concerned about, but whatever. They were grown enough to make their own choices and grown enough to handle themselves.

I focused most of my energy on helping Quil adjust. He was scared about all the changes, and he didn’t know what to say to his mom. He didn’t want to tell her because he didn’t want her to be put in danger because of it, and he didn’t want to risk her not believing him. I knew how he felt more than I wished I did because if Charlie’s ignorance to the… magical world? Supernatural world? Whatever.

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Jacob and Paul didn’t come back until dinner time. Bella gave them both the plates she had saved for them as I washed the dishes.

“Paul, why don’t you help y/n put the dishes up while the rest of us clean up in here?” Jacob suggested, and I slid my eyes towards him, pinning him with a flat stare. He cleared his throat, “Uh, or maybe not.”

Paul rolled his eyes, getting up to come to the kitchen. He reached for the dish in my hand, but I pulled it away from him.

“Quit being childish, Y/n.” He grunted, reaching again for the plate. I rolled my eyes, setting it on the drying rack instead. A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he didn’t say anything.

I didn’t speak to him as I washed the dishes, and he kept his distance. The silence between us was tense, and I wouldn’t be the one to break it.

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“Tell Max to stop bathing in that god awful cologne.” Paul ordered, his arms crossed as he leaned against my truck. I was surprised that he used Max’s name, but I didn’t mention it.

“If you’re so bothered by it, stop picking me up,” I countered, exhausted from the day and not in the mood for his bullshit.

“How about you stop rubbing on him to make a point?” He accused, and I shot him a dirty look as I pulled out of the school parking lot.

“What, I can’t hug my friends now, Paul?” I demanded, “First you try control who I’m friends with, now you’re trying to control what I do with my friends?”

“I’m trying to tell you—” He cut himself off with a rather impressive show of restraint, but he wasn’t going to get any gold stars from me.

He was silent for a long moment before he managed to grind out, “You know that he’ll be in trouble if the Redhead picks up your scent on him, and you know he can’t know anything about it, or us. You care about him, so I’m trying to help you out.”

“Victoria’s after my sister only, what does she care what I do?”

“So fucking difficult, all the time,” he muttered angrily to himself, “I can’t believe this shit.”

“Boo hoo.” I snapped tiredly, cutting the engine off and marching inside the house. Noticing the tension between us when we walked in, Sam sighed.

Embry stared for a little too long and Paul smacked the back of his head. Quil and Jared were quick to mind their own business after that.

The rest of the day was spent helping Emily cook, like usual. She had tasked me with getting some more ingredients for the soup, and I went to go get my shoes.

Paul looked up as I put on my boots, asking, “Where are you going?”

I flicked my eyes over to him, “The store for Emily. Why, should I have asked your permission first?”

Before he could respond, Sam butted in.

“Take Paul with you. The rest of us have chores, and I don’t want you to go alone, just in case.” He said, pointedly busying himself with his cleaning so he didn’t have to look at me.

“Fine.” I conceded to avoid conflict, and I slid my eyes back to Paul, “Put a shirt on. They won’t let you in without one.”

He rolled his eyes and snatched a shirt from Quil, who was folding laundry. He quickly put it on, holding his arms out and staring at me. Happy?

I wordlessly turned and went to the car.

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The drive to the grocery store is done in silence, save for the pop music blaring quietly from the radio. He moves to turn it down. I turn it back up.

We go in and I peruse around, looking for the potatoes and corn. Paul skulks behind me, his presence alone warding off anyone who would look our way for too long.

When I find it, the corn I need is on the top shelf. I purse my lips, debating if asking Paul for help would really be worth it.

I turn to him, “I need the corn on the top shelf.”

He looks at me flatly, “Think you’re missing a word.”

With gritted teeth, I force out, “Please.”

Triumphant, he reaches up and gets the corn for me and puts it in the basket around my arm. I continue in search of the potatoes, finding them easily enough and going to check out.

I move to grab my purse to pay the cashier, but Paul reaches around me and hands a twenty to the woman, who takes it quickly and counts out our change.

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“So,” Charlie starts, poking at the salad Bella was making him eat, “What’s the deal between you and that Paul fella, Y/n?”

I stare at my plate for a moment before looking my father in the eye, “Nothing, Dad. Why?”

“Just because you and him seem bit… tense.” He glances at Bella, and I giver her a dirty look. Traitor.

“I didn’t tell him anything about your issues with Paul!” She defends, “Jake did that on his own!”

“That furry little freak, I’m never saving him food again,” I mutter, pushing around the mashed potatoes on my plate.

“Jake’s just looking out for you, Y/n,” Charlie reasoned, “He told me that you were sore with the boy because he overstepped his boundaries because he didn’t like that Maxwell kid.”

“Dad, do we really have to talk about this?” I sigh, and he nods.

“I learned my lesson about not talking about things after that Edward boy took his toll on your sister,” he said firmly, “So we’re having family meetings about— boy troubles.”

I only stay serious until I make eye contact with Bella, who’s unable to stop herself from letting out an involuntary snicker of laughter. The two of us cackle at Charlie, and he sighs.

“Hardy-har, you two, but I’m serious,” Charlie says, “So. Who wants to go first; Bella about Jacob, or Y/n about Paul?”

Bella coughs, “What’s there to say about Jake and I? We’re only friends and—”

“I might be your old man, but I’m not so old that I don’t know about teenage love, Bella.” Charlie says, his eyebrow raised at her. I smirk as she flounders for an answer.

“Well, Jake and I just spend a lot of time together because we’re good buddies and—”

“Does he know that?” I say slyly, glancing innocently at her.

“Does Paul know he doesn’t have to be jealous of Maxwell?” Bella counters, and I scowl.

“Paul’s not jealous, he’s just an ass because he’s not getting his way.” I inform her, and she rolls her eyes.

Charlie, trying to follow, says, “Now hold on, since when was I supposed to be keeping an eye on Maxwell?”

Bella snickers and I put my head in my hands, “You don’t! Good lord, Max is just a friend!”

“Then what’s got Paul bent out of shape?” He asked, and I wanted to scream.

“Look what you’ve done now,” I groan, smacking Bella across the shoulder, “Dad, Paul’s just being pigheaded, I don’t know what’s wrong with him, and I don’t really care since he won’t tell me.”

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“Paul,” Sam started over lunch.

“I’m getting around to it!” Paul protested grumpily, picking at his food. Quil opened his mouth to ask, but Embry stopped him with a sharp shake of his head.

“Paul,” Sam started again, “You need to talk to her.”

“And what? Get yelled at?” He shot back, a sneer on his face.

Sam sighed deeply, about to respond when Emily put her hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Paul,” Emily said gently, “You need to explain your behavior. Without knowing why you’ve been so… agitated, Y/n thinks you’re just being an ass. You need to apologize to her and explain everything. It will help.”

“Look, I know that, okay?” Paul said, frustrated as he pushed his plate away from himself, “I’m well aware of what I need to do. But we all know what happens when Y/n and I are in the same room for more than a few minutes, especially when I try to do anything for her.”

“Yes, which is exactly why you need to explain everything and—” Emily started, stopping when Paul stood up and started to march out.

“Look, I appreciate the advice, but you aren’t telling me anything new, so both of you cut the shit.” With that, Paul slammed the door behind him and ran off into the woods.

After a long silence, Quil spoke up.

“…Can I have the rest of his food, since he’s not going to eat it?”

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(Edited 1/4/25)

Ok short chapter today! What do we think??

I plan to do another chapter specifically on reader and Paul’s current relationship (or lack thereof) + adding in a scene request I got ☺️ if anyone wants to see anything specific in there lmk 😁

Anyway, then I’ll get back to the book-central plot and keep it pushing

Thanks for reading guys 🥰

ps do we like the first person or do we prefer third person?? I’m curious which people like more

Edit: again, changed some things up because I didn’t like how I initially wrote them. Thanks 💕

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reigraceee · 2 months ago

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Notes from a first-time severance viewer: Woe's Hollow edition

aka: a day one Mark x Helly shipper goes on the biggest emotional rollercoaster of the season

part one / prev part / sev notes tag

So basically, what I've been doing is sharing my experience and notes from going into Severance blind. And if you know anything about my thoughts on previous episodes, you'd know that I'm a huge fan of Mark and Helly. So. This was a wild episode for me.

Now, unfortunately because I was binge-watching, I never took a moment to reflect and realize that Helly was not actually the Helly I knew. So... the reveal in this episode absolutely killed me lol.

Obviously, my experience is different because I got to binge the season, and thus I'd like to know what other people thought of the episode! Let me know what you thought watching Woe's Hollow in the notes!

^While the whole show has elicited a lot of confusion from me, this ep was the most wild lol. This was the first time the innies were getting to experience the outdoors (not counting the OTC) which is cool, but I wish they explored that more. Then again, there was enough going on in this episode.

^*insert meme of the monkey looking away awkwardly*

I genuinely (and this is embarrassing to admit because I'm pretty aromantic and spend a lot of time complaining about how there's too much romance in media) spent the first few episodes of s2 just waiting for Mark and Helly to kiss lol. What can I say? They're special to me. Partly because I see a lot of myself in them, but Severance kind of was/is the markhelly show to me, especially on first watch. Now of course I love all of Severance and I've since taken time to rewatch and digest everything so that I can properly appreciate other aspects, but I just love Mark and Helly so much and they were forefront in my mind lol.

^turns out the actors were actually filming outdoors which must have been a fun change in scenery lol

^I think I typed this down when Irv was creeping and watching Mark and Helly from behind a tree or something weird like that, idk. I think at this point I'd noticed enough of Helly's odd behavior to be suspicious of her, although I hadn't really stopped to put it all together. I *do* remember wondering if Lumon did something to change her or if there was another influence at play, but I never seriously considered that Helly was actually Helena.

The difference between binge watching and waiting weeks at a time, is that instead of trying to answer questions with theorizing and reflecting, I just tried to move forward as much as possible to find out what happens next lol. So, my experience was definitely way different than those who spent months digesting and growing a relationship with the show.

^You know what? First of all, I called it. Second of all, I still want to know where Miss Huang and Mr. Milchick went! It really keeps me up at night, the way they just disappeared.

^*insert meme of the monkey looking away awkwardly*

This was the scene where she went to visit Irving in his tent. I was basically yelling at the scream for Helly to tell Irving that she was an Eagan in my blissful ignorance.

Also, I was really puzzled by this scene. I remember thinking "Would Helly make a snow animal?" because while it was really cute and all, it really felt out of character. Not out of character in a bad way (like the way she suddenly turned into a gaslighted) but just in a way that felt a little off.

Anyways, thankfully the real Helly isn't a gaslighter, because I was getting really frustrated with her in these first few episodes. It felt like a character assassination, and I was really confused lol.

^Ok but seriously!! I got the impression that the book was supposed to be about the two brothers but then the twin got killed off in chapter two! I just want to know how much wilder the plot could get please.

^*insert meme of the monkey looking away awkwardly*

Why did I even say that?? My goodness, I'm dead lol

I guess because I was getting evil vibes from Helly? Which I mean if I'd just thought about it for a second more maybe...

^This is sad, but I got really excited lol. The realization I had later was the BIGGEST letdown. I was just trying to ignore the signs and root for these two smh. And it was an especially big deal for me to be so excited, because (like I said before) I usually hate romance plots. These two were so specially to me and I just wanted it to be real lol

^I was getting so bothered by Helly and I could not with her lying. I felt like I was trying SO HARD to be team Mark x Helly and Helly was ruining it by being a little liar. I guess I just thought Helly was ashamed and needed to talk things out. But now that I know the difference between Helly and her outie, I really don't think Helly could ever be this bothered by things. Not in this way at least. Helly is headstrong and upfront. Whenever she has a problem, she's always quick to express it. Helly's honestly a really great communicator.

^See, besides my annoyance with Helly lying, I also feared that their relationship was doomed because of the reintegration. I was pretty much just trying to get what I could before it all completely fell apart lol

^me crashing out, still completely oblivious, while Irving was figuring it out lol

^So the fun part of binge-watching things is that reveals hit you right over the head. I mean I felt that. When Mark gets all piss-y in the next couple of episodes, I totally understood because I experienced the same grief firsthand lol. I mean truly, I gasped so hard I had to take a few moments to catch my breath again. It all came crashing down on me so hard. It was like this revelation of "Oh! of course!" with a sprinkle of extra confusion because I didn't understand what Helena was trying to achieve. I mean, to this day I'm still trying to decipher what her game is, but it was extra confusing then.

^I WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN UNTIL I WASN'T

At this point I was just very broken hearted because all the progress I was waiting for in Mark and Helly's relationship was just thrown away. I was certain my ship was dead lol. Also, I guess I was too devastated to notice that they killed Irving, because I was really confused as to what happened to him when I started the next episode. I owe him a formal apology.

I'm sorry Irving. You knew better than I did. My feelings for them kept me from seeing objectively. I'm ashamed I couldn't figure out that my favorite character got replaced by her evil twin :'(

Personally, I think this is one of my favorite episodes (if not THE favorite). The reveal was really cool for me, and it was really fun to watch the mystery of why Helly was acting weird unfold. Theorizing is fun and all, but there's something about the whiplash I experienced this episode that I wouldn't trade for any other experience lol.

#sorry I can't talk about anything other than mark and helly #I promise I have deeper thoughts #I just didn't take the time to articulate/digest them when I was making these initial notes lol #severance #mark x helly #markhelly #markhellyna #markhelena #my severance notes #woe's hollow #mark s #helly r #helena eagan #my posts

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violentbitingbiscuits · 7 months ago

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I will defend until the end of times that N is a trans man and nobody can stop me.

reasons:

I am a trans man and he is literally me, which means that he is ALSO a trans man

he is the only man is his squad, just do the math and you will understand why

his body. he basically has the same body as J and V, so like HOW HE IS NOT A TRANS MAN???

he is very feminine just like me and I barely see good representations of trans men (especially feminine and chubby trans guys) in the media, so HE IS TRANS AND CHUBBY 💥💥💥💥

and that's it for today (I think), thanks for coming to my talk show /silly

I would add more stuff but then it's just my headcanons of him at the mansion and stuff like flags, so until next post I guess (which will be if any of you want to see more of my headcanons. I kinda feel insecure to share it even if it's coming from a place of love and a way to comfort myself because a lot of these headcanons are reflections of my own experiences and stuff and I know that people can be assholes with stuff that they don't understand/don't like, so let me know if you want to see it :3 /nf)

#taylor silly talks #serial designation n #murder drones #trans man #trans men

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notasimblr · 2 months ago

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nine people i wanna get to know better

ty sm to @bobodogma and @salemssimblr for the tags. i swear to god, whenver i get mentioned for something like this, i freak out like:

music: my fav music is super eclectic and influenced significantly by my emotions! lately, i've found that my 'go-to' is punk rock and sub-genres of alternative, like nu metal and progressive. my playlists are dominated by rancid, nofx, propagandhi, and bad religion but i also have weird lil routines where i listen to 'toxicity' by system of a down when i'm writing or afi when i'm cleaning. i also have days where i listen to the entire gorillaz discography, childish gambino, chance the rapper, kendrick lamar, kid cuddi in the same breath as ethel caine, or waterparks, or playlists inspired by 'so fresh' cds from 2000 if i'm feeling nostalgic on a friday! i kinda love a bit of everything??? like i'm keen for yungblud to drop his new album in june. the last song i listened to was literally 'hello heaven' for the millionth time.

colour: i have given up on answering this question. as an auDHD alien, there's always a theme of hyperfixation that bleeds into how i experience anything from music to colours! it's usually green, pink, blue or purple but it depends on the context too. like do we mean the colour of a bedroom wall or clothing for my vtm larp? you feel me? i also noticed this weird thing where i gravitate towards calmer colours when i'm going to therapy.

currently watching: i binge watch shows regularly so there's nothing consistent. i believe the last binge was school spirits! i have comfort material that i put on for background noise when i need to feel safe or want company without the overstimulation of having actual people there?? like the simpsons

last movie: ur gonna laugh but i had never seen mission impossible at an age where i could fully understand how fucking stupid it was and my husband is like ten years older than me so he's familiar with the original films and i put on the newest one while we were eating dinner…i didn't wanna sit there trying to find something to watch bc i had just cooked thai noodle soup but the lid fell off the salt shaker and ruined it so we had to get thai from the lil place around the corner.

currently reading: a book called the icepick surgeon by sam keane! i read almost exclusively non-fiction, with the exception of vtm lore books or sookie stackhouse novels lol

sweet, spicy, or savory?: all of them! i am the biggest sweet tooth on earth tho.

relationship: married for like four years now. 10/10 would recommend if ur both low-key and neurodivergent. here u go:

current obsession: writing reflection pieces as i attend trauma therapy and investigate different approaches to exploring my v complex internal family system? it's super interesting. obvs the sims, rendering, reading, writing, editing, rpg, gaming…vtm in general.

last google: dog vomit hot smelly - hahahah. our baby girl woke up at like 3am and i let her out to pee and she came back in and spewed all over our bed. like big australian shep cross kelpie vomit…not lil chunks ok. she is totally fine now so idk!

currently working on: reorganising my mods folder for the literal thousandth time. i keep promising myself that i won't expand beyond presets and skinblends but then i start adding makeup, hair, piercings, lil accessories, supernatural stuff like ears and tails, and then it's eyes and every nose mask u could possibly conceive of. i can't stick to basics, guys. like it's an issue.

my bad if u have already been tagged for something similar but i tag @aching-joints @skaterboisims @flovoid @elderwisp @azeternasims @plumbewb @fl0pera @blackeyedaliens

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welcometoteyvat · 11 months ago

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Hello! Do you have any recommendations on Zhongli/Xiao, or Chongyun and Xiao (either romantic or general) fics?

rubs hands together indeed i do. also highly recommend checking out the authors bc a lot of them have other incredible fic for the characters you're looking for!!

zhongxiao

Give me your heart (and I'll show you how to feel) by peredain (M, ongoing, 40k, some dom/sub themes, modern au) i will love modern aus until the end of time and this one has good plot, descriptions, and the feels. also i love that the yaksha group dynamics are fleshed out in this! they're so rare to find

fault lines by viverella (T, 23k, oneshot). scream. the tenderness and tension in this is so gentle. i fell to my knees bc these two old men. zhongli's voice is so nicely written :')

to carve nature at its joints (author commentary) and for services rendered by yelp (oneshots, 1k and 2k) the first is based on xiao's dream eating ability, and the second is about morax's inevitable erosion. the author has such an ability with words and their descriptions of xiao's loyalty, and zhongli's trust. i cherish greatly

bird in a cage by stormyseasons (gen, 33k, complete) i need to finish this but ohhhhhh it is insane,, the tenderness..... it traces xiao and zhongli's past through the archon war. also yaksha dynamics in this are so good

xiaoyun

i linked 4 in this post (please read these they're incredible) but heres more

lonely reflections (complete, 41k, M) and the sequel paper cranes (ongoing, 14k, E) by NocturnalFriend. chongyun's demon hunting expedition in the chasm takes a wrong turn. ive been meaning to read both but have heard v good things

intact by blurredbarcode; oneshot, gen, short and sweet!

reduced to just standing around, how absurd by justafellow04 this one's cute! it's an elaboration of a lantern rite lore bit that says chongyun's yang doesn't actually help xiao and its sweet :-)

also while im here: self promo of my xiaoyun writing exercises lol (v short drabbles of these two in different scenarios)

xiao and chongyun

"I won't let you become me, you'll be so much more" (170k words, ongoing) by snubton, which I think a lotttttt of people are fond of; I haven't read it myself (..writing style turnoff) but I've heard a bunch of good things. chongyun and xiao mentor mentee journey basically

after winter comes spring. 1/5 chapters, unfinished, featuring chongyun's yang energy and a flashback. it's sweet <3

#dkniade #asks #there's also a fic series that's zhongxiaoyun smut (by omiboshii on ao3; title's too long to write in the tags) but idk if ure looking #for that so it's not listed here lol. a fun read though #a lot of the authors are here on tumblr too but idk whether to tag them . lol. anyways if yall see this i love you all. thank you forever #thanks for the ask <33333333 i hope you're well!#zhongli #xiao #chongyun #zhongxiao #xiaoyun #fic rec #genshin impact #teyvat thoughts #i should write more xiao/yun........... the ao3 tag's dead and its getting to that time where i start missing them again..#my little guys. i firmly believe talking to each other would fix smth in both of them

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thetidesthatturn · 1 year ago

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A Familiar Face

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

The idea for this one shot came to me one day and I couldn’t not write it, so I thought I’d take a v brief break from An Unlikely Encounter to get it down on paper. Hope you enjoy and as always thank you so much for supporting my writing!! 🫶🏻

Warnings: smut, adult themes

18+, MINORS DNI

Jake’s POV

The soft glow of candlelight flickers, illuminating the otherwise pitch black room. She lingers above him in her crimson lingerie, nipples pebbled and noticeably showing through the sheer lace cups. Her velvet thighs straddling either side of Jake’s waist as she grinds against his impossibly hard cock. Jake stifles a moan as she slips her fingers into the elastic of his waistband and pulls down, springing him free from the restraint. It slaps against his stomach and he looks up, his eyes pleading for a release. She picks up the lit joint that is placed in an ashtray beside them and takes a long drag.

“Open”

Jake opens his mouth and she blows the fragrant smoke into it. His eyes roll back into his head. Fuck, that’s got to be one of the sexiest things he’s ever witnessed.

With the joint back in the ashtray, she settles in between his legs and sucks his head into her plush lips, rolling her tongue slowly around it. Jake’s hips buck.

“Fuck, baby” he sighs.

She begins to work down his length, bobbing her head slowly at first but picking up the pace with every strangled moan. Her hand cradles his balls as she takes him deep into her throat, peering up to watch the whimpering mess she’s created.

“Shit, oh fuuuuck. Baby, I’m- I’m gunna fucking cum! Fuck, don’t stop!”

Jake bolts upright in his bed, pulse racing and on the very edge of an orgasm. Fuck, not again.

Over the past few months, this unknown woman has plagued his dreams. Each time, he wakes up to a very close call. One second longer and he would have painted the inside of his boxers with his own cum. He had no idea who the woman was, but fuck did he wish that he did. She was perfect in every way. She knew just how to please him, unlike anyone he’d ever met. She had him whining and cursing within seconds with her sweet, sweet mouth, lips like rose petals and skin like satin. He peels himself from the sheets stuck to him and walks to the bathroom. He flips the shower on, eager to wash off the sweat from his dream. As he enters the shower he looks down at his cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

I need to sort myself out before I start getting ready for the day.

He shuts his eyes and transports himself back to the memories he’s collected from his string of dreams, and with a few flicks of his wrist he throws his head back as he relieves himself down into the shower tray.

Once he’s finished cleaning himself up he steps out of the shower and dries off. He finds himself a basic outfit from his suitcase, and as he’s pulling up his jeans there’s a knock at the door.

“You ready to leave for the arena?” Josh smiles, stood in the doorway of the hotel room.

“Yeah, let’s head.”

The four band members pile into their transport and light conversation ensues, excitement brewing for the night ahead.

“Hello, earth to Jake?” Danny waves his hand in front of Jake’s face. He was so consumed in his own thoughts that he’d completely zoned out.

“Sorry man, what were you saying?”

“I was saying, no offence brother but you look like shit… Did you not sleep well?”

No, no I did not.

Jake sheepishly looks up. “Ha, yeah you could say that. Guess I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

The bus pulls up out the back of the venue and the band piles out, Jake being the last to step out. He thanks the driver and pats the door twice.

“Sound check in 15 boys.” One of the crew states. Jake nods and shuffles off to his dressing room. Sitting down at the dressing table, Jake hastily runs his hands through his hair and peers at his reflection in the mirror. Fuck, he does look like shit. His under-eyes are charcoal, features weary and fatigued. He opens the mini bar and grabs a bottle of water, chugging down the cool liquid and silently hoping the hydration will help shift the evidence of his sleepless night. A knock at the door sounds.

“Come in.”

The door opens and Josh stands there.

“You good?” Josh asks, making his way over to the couch.

“Yeah, just… very intense dreams.”

“Her again?”

Jake nods. Josh is the only person he’s told about the mystery woman, although not willingly. Josh had pried it out of him one evening after a night of drinking. Jake had felt embarrassed and refused to go into much detail.

“I think it’s a sign.” Josh ponders.

“Well, I wish the sign would leave me the fuck alone.” That’s not 100% true, Jake would miss her presence in his dreams, but he couldn’t continue on like this for much longer. Waking up like that most mornings was agonising. He hadn’t felt the warmth of another body in a while, promising to himself that the days of picking up girls for mindless one night stands were behind him. He had vowed to focus on the thing he loved the most, the music. When he was on stage, he felt alive. The fans kept him going, he adored every one of them and the places they had taken him and his band. Truly grateful for every experience and opportunity, he was eternally in debt.

“We should head over for sound check now, that’ll take your mind off her.”

Josh was wrong, this time it was different. Jake couldn’t get into the zone. This was never an issue for him, and he loudly cursed at each bum note.

“What the fuck!” He boomed, ripping the cord from his guitar and throwing it down onto the ground. The rest of the band stared at him, mouths gaped.

“Let’s take 5.” Danny called out, offering a comforting pat to Jake’s shoulder.

“What the fuck is going on with you, dude?” Sam asks, walking over to the two.

“Don’t!” Jake glares, nostrils flared. He removes his guitar from his body and storms out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.

“Fuck sake Sam, learn to read the room.” Josh rolls his eyes, throwing his hands up.

Jake makes his way to the bathroom, running the tap and splashing the water onto his face. Get a fucking grip!

He sighs heavily before returning back to the stage. He walks over and picks his guitar back up, placing his pick into his mouth. “From the top. When the Curtain Falls.”

Jake manages the rest of the sound check without an error, his mind finally back where it should be. The next few hours fiy past as the band prepares to take to the stage, rushing around in a flurry of make-up, hair, and wardrobe. The stage hand ushers for the boys to follow him backstage, signalling into his headset that they were on their way. They move into their positions on stage ready for the curtain to drop. Josh places a hand on Jake’s shoulder and gently squeezes it.

They launch into the first song on the setlist, Jake’s sleepless night melting away from existence as he loses himself in performance. He makes his way across the stage, guitar lifted up high in the air as he elicits shrieks and wails from the audience. The fans make his job easy, with every face he sees screaming his name the fire within him burns brighter. He was born to do this, and he fucking loved every minute of it.

As Danny launches into his drum solo, Jake follows Josh and Sam to the B stage, which is situated at the back of the arena. A small, intimate podium erected so that their fans at the back could get a taste of what those at the front experience. Jake slings his acoustic guitar onto his shoulders and adjusts the waistline of his pants as he sits down onto his stool. They begin another song and Jake leans into the mic placed in front of him for his harmonies, blending effortlessly with the boys. As they finish up their section on the B stage, Jake looks out into the crowd and his breath hitches in his throat. He squints his eyes, wondering if they are deceiving him in the low light, but as he stands from his seat and walks across the platform he freezes. Just below him, stands a girl. The girl. His eyes widen. Josh looks over, wondering why Jake is stood gawping into the audience. Jake is swept up into a trance, and suddenly it’s just him and her in the empty stadium. Their eyes meet and she smiles sweetly at him. She is the most beautiful thing he’s ever witnessed, her picture-perfect face should be framed and hung in the most prestigious of galleries. She’s wearing a denim bell-bottom jumpsuit, adorned with silver and gold crescent moons and starbursts. Her hair, long and wavy, hangs elegantly over her shoulders. She’s wearing a crimson lipstick, the exact same shade of red as her lingerie in his dream. A small badge on her chest reads ‘Jake’s Girl’. He’s pulled quickly out of his fantasy back into the bustling concert by Josh, tugging on his arm.

“Come on man, we’ve got to get back to the stage.”

“She’s here.”

“Who’s here?” Josh asks, brow furrowed.

“She is. Her. The only her.”

Josh’s eyes blow wide, he looks around but then realises he doesn’t even know who he’s looking for. The only person who knows what she looks like is Jake. Before Josh has time to respond, Jake has taken off down the steps of the podium and is frantically making his way to a member of security.

“Hey, I need you to get a message to the girl in the denim jumpsuit wearing the ‘Jake’s Girl’ badge. Give her this pick and tell her to wait by the barricade at the end. I want someone to come and get her and bring her backstage.” He points in her direction.

He nods and takes the pick, and Jake watches him disappear into the crowd in the direction of the girl.

The rest of the night goes by in a blur, with Jake hoping and praying that the member of the security team found her and relayed the message. As they take their final bow after their encore and leave the stage, Josh sprints after Jake and grabs his shoulder.

“What do you mean she’s here? How is that possible?”

“I don’t know, but that’s her alright.”

The same member of the security team that Jake had interacted with earlier approaches him.

“She’s at the barricade, where do you want her?”

“Bring her to my dressing room.”

Jake sits on the couch in his dressing room, nervously twiddling his thumbs. A glass of bourbon sits on the table in front of him, the condensation rolling down the sides and pooling onto the coaster beneath. He picks up the glass, bringing it to his lips and tips the rest into his mouth. He savours the burn as it slides down his throat.

A knock sounds at his door and he straightens up, beads of sweat collecting at his hairline.

“Come in.”

The door opens and there she is, stood behind the security guard.

“Is this who you wanted, Mr Kiszka?”

Jake nods and beckons her to enter the room.

“We’re all good, thank you.” Jake addresses the security guard. She steps into the room and the guard shut it behind her, leaving you both alone.

Your POV

You shuffle into the room awkwardly and the door is shut behind you. What the fuck?

When the security guard had approached you and told you Jake had personally requested to see you backstage, you couldn’t believe your ears.

“Are you sure he meant me?”

“Positive, he told me to find the girl in the denim jumpsuit with the ‘Jake’s Girl’ badge. That’s you.”

Your cheeks glow red as you clutch onto the pick you’d been handed. You hastily thanked the man and stood there, staring into your palm. The other girls that surrounded you looked pissed, jealous that you’d been extended the offer and not them. Now, you were in Jake’s dressing room, stood right in front of him. He looks up at you like he is a lion and you are his prey, his eyes full of lust.

“Hi.” You squeak, not knowing what else to do.

“Hi, would you like a drink?” He gestures to the bar cart next to him.

“Whatever’s strongest.”

“A girl after my own heart.” He smiles, setting out a glass and pouring the amber liquid into it. He pats the space next to him, gesturing for you to take a seat. You gingerly approach and sit as far away from him as you can, sipping on your drink that you hope will give you some liquid courage.

“I don’t bite, you know.” He chuckles, so you move closer so that your thigh is lightly brushing his. “What’s your name, beautiful lady?”

“Y/N.” You breathe, feeling drunk off his presence. Fuck, he smells so good. Almost edible. You meet his eyes and feel a blush creep across your cheeks.

“Why did you ask me to come back here?” You ask meekly, avoiding eye contact. He re-positions himself so that he’s facing you and reaches his hands out to cup your face, moving it to meet his eye.

“Well, because you’re my girl, aren’t you, Y/N?” He places his finger onto your badge. You audibly gulp, and watch as he runs his tongue across his lip. Within seconds, he’s on you, crashing his lips down onto yours. You lips move against his like you’ve done this a thousand times before, it feels so familiar and so right. His tongue coaxes against your lips and you part them, letting it slide in and meet yours with urgency. He lifts you on top of him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He whispers into the shell of your ear, eliciting a sweet moan from your lips. His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you down onto him and you feel how hard he is against your clothed core. You’ve had many dreams just like this one, each time you awake from them panting and cursing at yourself for waking up. Now, this time it was real. Jake Kiszka’s lips were on yours, his hands on your body, his impressively hard cock pressing into you. He pulls back slightly, his chest heaving.

“Before I go any further, do you want this?” He breathes, peppering kisses against the sensitive skin on your neck.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He groans, his hands grasping at your jumpsuit. It’s as if he can’t get it off quick enough. Your hands splay across his exposed chest, his silver chains hitting against them as he unzips you. He grips around your waist with one arm and lifts you enough to slip the jumpsuit off. Underneath, you’re wearing your favourite set, red intricate lace adorns your breasts and covers your lower half in a barely there thong. His eyes widen and he throws his head back.

“Oh fuck, my favourite.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, contemplating how it was his favourite when he’s never seen it before. But you’re pulled from your head quickly as he palms your breasts and attaches his lips back to your throat. You whimper, pulling yourself against him as hard as you can. He shrugs off his crystal studded jacket and you swiftly unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He picks you up and places you on your back, then removes his pants and kicks them aside. His eyes meet yours and they almost look black with desire.

“I wanna eat that pretty little pussy of yours.”

You squeak slightly, nodding pleadingly. He drops to his knees and begins planting kisses from your ankles, up to your thighs until he’s between your legs. A finger grazes lightly over your centre and you ball your fist up in his hair. He dips his fingers into the waistband of your thong and pulls them down, then plants a soft kiss directly on your clit. Your grip tightens in his hair as you bring your lip between your teeth, biting down so hard you almost draw blood. He begins to lick lightly at you, pushing your legs as wide as they’ll go so that you open up for him, then he slides his tongue into you and then up through your folds. You moan and he begins mercilessly sucking at your swollen bud, circling and flicking his tongue. Just as you think it couldn’t feel any better, he slides a finger inside your dripping cunt and begins to curl it up into your g-spot, still devouring you at the same time.

“Jake, oh fuck, I’m gunna cum.” You squeal, digging your fingers into his scalp.

He ups his pace, pulling back for a mere second to speak.

“Please, cum for me baby. I wanna taste you so bad.”

You throw you head back and cry out his name as your orgasm crashes violently over you. You hear him grunt as he laps up your release.

“Fuck, so good, so sweet. You want my cock, pretty baby?”

“Yes… please, Jake. I need it so bad.” You whine, slightly taken aback by your desperation. He pulls a condom from the drawer underneath the table. He came prepared. But there was no time to think about that. Just as he’s about to tear the packaging, you bring your hand up to stop him. You take the condom and throw it across the room. He looks at you quizzically.

“I’m on birth control, and I’ll be damned if I don’t feel all of you inside me.”

He groans and pushes you back, then lines himself up with your entrance and slides himself in. You both moan as he bottoms out. He brings your legs up and wraps his arms around your thighs, anchoring you there and begins pounding into you. With each thrust you let out a symphony of sweet, sweet noises, letting Jake know just how good this feels. It was like he was made to be inside you, made to fill you up as deliciously as he is. He bends down and bites into your neck as your fingernails rake down his back.

“Fuck, Jake. It feels so good.” You pant, completely swept up in the immense pleasure. You grasp onto his hand and bring it to your throat and look him dead in the eye.

“Fucking choke me.”

He takes in a sharp breath and you feel his dick twitch inside you, then he wraps his big, calloused hand around your throat and squeezes it just right. You clench around him, drawing a hiss from his mouth.

“Shit, uhhhh. God damn, baby.” He sighs.

You push him off of you and onto his back and climb on top, sinking down onto him. You bounce up and down, taking him all in as far as he’ll go and gyrate your hips. He anchors onto your waist and begins to drive up to meet you, hitting your cervix and causing you to cry out in ecstasy.

“My turn, on all fours!” He barks. You move into the position and he’s behind you, you hear the faint clink of metal.

“How do you feel about me using my belt?”

“Do it.”

He loops his belt in his hands and smacks it down onto your ass, you yelp and tears prick at your eyes, but fuck, you love it.

“More.” You plead, and he rains down on you again with a satisfying thwack. You can feel yourself dripping down your thighs. Jake runs his fingers through your folds agonisingly slowly, then leans forward and puts them in your mouth. You suck your slick from his fingers and he uses his free hand to stroke his cock at the sight.

“Use your belt to choke me.”

He loops it around your neck and slips back inside of you, thrusting heavily and uses the belt to pull your head back. You arch your back, plunging into complete and utter euphoria as you clench around him.

“Cum for me baby, I can feel you’re there.”

You cry out, cumming hard around his cock. His movements sputter and you know he’s almost there too.

“Fill me up Jake, I want you to cum inside.”

“Oh fuck, fucking shit!” He drops the belt and collapses onto your back as he twitches inside you, painting your walls with his orgasm. He stays there like that for a few moments, both of you catching your breath. He pulls out and moves into the bathroom. You flip yourself onto your front and lay there, chest heaving, You just fucked Jake Kiszka, what the actual fuck. You silently praise yourself for wearing the lingerie set.

He pads back into the room with a washcloth and hands it to you, you thank him and clean yourself up. When you’re done he pulls you on top of him and kisses a trail from your collarbone up to your lips. The kiss is soft, a wordless display of affection. It’s as though he’s known you for much longer than a few hours.

“That was fucking incredible. You are fucking incredible. It’s everything I ever hoped for.” He breathes.

You furrow your brow. “Jake, you’re talking to me as if you know me.”

His cheeks turn red and he looks away for a moment, before sighing. You feel as though he’s battling with himself on what to say next, conflicted by his thoughts.

“This is going to sound crazy, but I’ve been having dreams about you for the past few months. Very vivid dreams.”

Your eyes widen. “I’ve been having dreams about you too, but I thought that was normal when you have a crush…” You softly laugh, feeling embarrassed at the revelation.

“Maybe there’s something that ties our souls together.” He says, caressing your cheek.

“Maybe there is.”

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randomvarious · 3 months ago

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Not even a quarter of the way through this so-far-excellent book about the history of the DJ and dance music, but its chapter on the UK's Northern Soul movement of the 70s has definitely proven illuminating for me and makes me think about one of the main purposes of this very blog itself. For those who've been following me long enough, you know that my main goal here has been to basically piece together a history of music in a very uniquely fun and granular way by sifting through every V/A compilation and/or DJ mix that I can find that deals with every kind of music that's come out roughly since the dawning of the rock & roll era. Essentially, I find that there can be a certain and inherent level of authenticity to a V/A comp or mix—a pure, artifactual reflection or distillation of a pretty specific moment in time, or conversely, a neat retrospective on some genre, style, or era, presented by selectors who ostensibly have a familiarity with the subject matter at hand. These things make for top-level primary and secondary sources in order to accurately weave all this history together.

But because almost every single piece of music that's ever been recorded either ends up languishing in relative obscurity or suffers the fate of being rendered ephemeral, this blog then naturally becomes a combined project that's committed to digging into the past to find largely unknown gems and to make long forgotten songs remembered again too.

And that's pretty much what Northern Soul itself was all about: finding completely slept-on and disused songs from the past and making them relevant to an appreciative audience in the present. For example, there's no way in hell that we would've ever gotten a new wave/synthpop classic like Soft Cell's "Tainted Love" in 1982—have you ever heard the extended version of it, by the way? It's divine!—had a beloved Northern Soul DJ by the name of Richard Searling not discovered Gloria Jones' full-flopped 1965 original version of it while traveling in the US in the early 70s and then made it a favorite among his own revelers across the pond roughly eight years after its original release. In some northern towns of England that'd been largely unaffected by all the psychedelic hoopla that'd taken hold down south, people hopped up on pills were craving an uptempo brand of American soul from the 60s that they could dance their asses off to instead, and Northern Soul DJs like Searling and others specifically set out to find the rarest quality shit for them to enjoy, like Jones' original version of "Tainted Love."

And so, in a word, my goal here then is to be the Northern Soul of every genre that I myself enjoy listening to, which is a whole lot of music, from rock, to jazz, to funk, to blues, to hip hop, to R&B, to pop, to soul, and to the vast expanse of electronic and dance music whose largely underappreciated levels of boundless creativity consistently drive me wild to no end 🤗. And I'm also here to broaden my own horizons too, of course, by taking chances on things that I very well may not like, but could end up being pleasantly surprised by anyway, which actually happens kind of often!

And it may not seem like all of this is the mission on every single day that I post to this blog, but in the end, it really is, because the most authentic rendering of the history of music cannot be told with just the tracks that flourished; despite all the attention that music's constantly paid, its history still remains vastly untold, and in order to properly tell it, its millions, or maybe even billions, of tiny ephemeral moments that make its ever-expanding mosaic what it is need to have their inches-thick layers of dust blown off.

So like that retired fella who goes to the beach everyday with his metal detector in order to find some cool or perhaps valuable shit, I'm here to do the musical equivalent of that too, like the Northern Soul DJs themselves used to do as well 😎. Some days, or even months, I might get myself caught up in some old and already very popular stuff, but know that the biggest component and raison d'être for this blog is, and will always be, the underground, for the pure and simple fact that virtually almost all music is underground to begin with, and in order to get an accurate portrayal of music's seemingly limitless history, the underground then naturally necessitates the most coverage.

No playlist post from me this week since I've just gotten back from vacation, but hopefully this mini-essay here suffices as a solid replacement.

#music #northern soul #underground #new wave #synthpop #soul #soul music #synth pop #pop

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yujeong · 11 months ago

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Vegas not knowing about Pete's boxing past is nothing but sloppy writing if you ask me. Paranoia is family trait of the Theerapanyakul clan and no one can convince me Vegas hasn't made background check on every single bodyguard, staff member and associate of the main family. It's also interesting to point out that Vegas knows about Pete's grandma so he must've read something about Pete beforehand. Which is why Vegas not knowing about Pete being a former boxer and victim of domestic abuse is weird. (My God Vegas would've been a dick if he'd had held the latter against Pete.)

But since we're talking Vegas here his paranoia turns into obsession and he makes a file of Pete thick as the Bible post canon. Needles to say, this stirs some drama between the two because even saint like Pete has his limits with Vega's BS.

Hmm, honestly, I'm at this point in my brainrot with kpts/vp that I'd be able to rationalize any plot point, no matter how absurd, while still acknowledging that it's most likely a plot hole (though tbh, BOC could only do so much with the horrid source material they had to deal with, so hats off to them regardless).

For example, one argument I'd use for Vegas not knowing about Pete's backstory, is that Vegas seems surprised Pete has been through similar experiences that he himself has with his own father, not about him doing boxing. I rewatched the scene for the millionth time and as Pete is narrating his story, Vegas' face remains neutral until Pete tells him winning didn't change anything - he was still being beaten up by his bitter father who never became the boxer he wanted to be.

All I'm trying to say here is that Vegas could very well have known about the boxing, but not about the abuse. Maybe nobody from the family knew about the abuse, though I can't claim with confidence that Korn wouldn't know.

However

To Korn (and to Gun), what Pete's father was doing to his son wasn't abuse. It was discipline. It was him showing Pete he loves him. So, maybe Korn knew about it and thought it was good. Or maybe he compared him to Gun and thought Pete's father was a coward and bad at being a father.

Who knows?

I'm not trying to prove you wrong in any way, btw. As I said, if Vegas didn't actually know about Pete doing boxing, then that'd be super weird for someone like him. I just find it fascinating for Vegas to have known about everything in regards to Pete EXCEPT the most important thing that basically makes them connect from that point onwards in the story.

Though, I do have to disagree with you on one thing - or more precisely, express my doubts: I don't believe Vegas would have had the guts to use the abuse Pete suffered by his father against him. ESPECIALLY after Pete sees what happens at the basement between Vegas and Gun.

Vegas is a hypocrite and a coward when it comes to Pete. He'd be facing a mirror - and Vegas really hates himself and what the reflection would show back. We see it throughout their arc plenty of times and with the abuse element added in, it'd go to astronomical levels imo.

Did Vegas cross the line with Pete a million times? Yes. Would he cross it on this subject? Hmm, idk. I'm willing to believe so, but I'd never write it myself.

Now, about post-canon, many people in the fandom have said the same thing as you and I believe the same. He'd want to know e v e r y t h i n g about Pete, down to the last detail, and on the days he'd feel especially shitty, which would be most days, he'd want to drag Pete down with him.

We were talking just today with @wretchedamaranth about Pete snapping after everything that happened in ep14 + hospital era, and tbh we can add this one in it, too: Vegas' need to pry Pete open would push him to his limit.

And Pete isn't like Vegas. He wouldn't snap like Vegas does, and I'm trembling just thinking about what that would entail.

#sorry if I seem like I'm trying to debate your headcanons with you OP I'm really not #I just love discussing anything VP and you provided me with some amazing thoughts with your ask #thank you for sending it my way I love receiving asks - especially for my boys #vegaspete #meta post #asks #now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go scream into my pillow

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serbarris · 5 months ago

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Author Ask Tag

Tagged by @volkoss my answers are not going to be as eloquent or insightful but enjoy I guess lol x

All of these are going to be about my current fic At Best You'll Find A Little Remedy. Which is about Emmrich and my Rook, Calliope!!

What is the main lesson of your story?

Um, intentionally - no main lesson. I think unintentionally, it's a story of Calliope learning to trust herself, in multiple aspects of her life, also to be more trusting of others. Also I wanted to explore the romance in Veilguard a bit more, and flesh out some of the interactions with not just Emmrich but the other companions too. And finally, I wanted to inflict/show some real-time trauma for them since everyone seems slightly too well-adjusted for the Horrors they are experiencing lol.

What did you use as inspiration for your world-building?

Basically, I had a passing headcanon that Calliope was in Emmrich's class as a student, and obviously why would she not have a crush on the handsome 35-40 year old teacher? and ran with it. First I wrote I'll Crawl Home to Her as a starting place for small interactions between the main quests, and then I started to build off those small scenes that's now ballooned into this multichapter fic! Also chapter 1 of this fic was basically - what if I wrote veilguard as a romcom novel.

Also I have a list of things I wish were explored a bit more in VG, so the plotline with the huge books in the Cauldron, an earlier first kiss scene, a [redacted] fight, and can't beat just hurt/comfort and more smut :)

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help them grow as a person?

On reflection, it's a bit of free therapy writing Calliope. Even though she's a couple years older than me, she is v much a younger version of myself. I was very reclusive and introverted (still am) but she is truly the extreme of me at my worst I guess? I definitely feel like I want her to grow and show that throughout the fic - at the beginning of VG she is very much running away from her problems, as well as longing to go home. She's definitely fighting her own demons in a continent without therapy so she is Struggling, but the team do help her a lot and it's the first time she's truly been confident at calling people friends (apart from Audric and Myrna but Myrna's her boss and Vorgoth is like a quasi-uncle).

I also took the chance to explore Emmrich's POV a bit through some interludes that take place. I think Calliope has such a puppy love towards Emmrich and truly has watched him afar for many years that I wanted to punctuate Emmrich only just noticing her, and how it's a quicker descent for him (that starts out a bit more lusty). It's very fun to write Emmrich's POV chapters, his voice comes quite easily.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Currently sitting at about 22 chapters that I'm happy with the plan for(one of those will probably be split in two so maybe 23 is the answer?) - possibly more possibly less I'm going with the flow!

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Fanfiction babeyy, on ao3, some chapters have been cross-posted to tumble (before I decided to post on ao3 as a multichapter)

When did you start writing?

I wrote a couple of fanfics back in the day when I was a teen for HP and Darren Shan - I then didn't write for years until 2019 when I started to write for my Inquisitor x OC, but I've never had the balls to write their longfic it would be intense haha. Then only picked up writing again in November after doing Calliope's playthrough!

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr?

just write!!! it's fun, it's therapy- post it or don't post it, someone out there will enjoy it, even if it's an audience of you!!

Tagging: @aymayzing @maythedreadwolftakeyou

#emily speaks #tag game #it's fun but weird to discover things about yourself through writing #and also discovering things about my own fic while writing these answers lol #fic: ABYFALR #tag games

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karliahs · 8 months ago

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this scene in ‘a soft place to land,’ but really the whole idea of Aizawa saving Izuku as a kid, for the DVD commentary asks!!

from chapter 4. thanks for the ask!! <3

the thing about the aizawa saving izuku as a kid stuff is that i made things harder for myself than i needed to for no real reason. like, the whole fic is inherently not canon compliant because of how different things would be after, so i could have just made up whatever i want - but i was intrigued to see if i could spin the aizawa saving izuku as a kid stuff in a way that made both their actions in their canon first day meeting at least vaguely plausible

i had not actually really thought until i got this ask about why that is. i guess i lean towards making things canon compliant when possible, because it's personally more satisfying to me that way, and also sometimes interesting things happen if you try to write within tight restrictions. so a lot of stuff in that passage and in the fic in general is a consequence of needing aizawa to not remember and izuku to not say anything when they meet at UA

i'll explain more as we get into the passage itself:

“It was okay, though,” Izuku says. “You stopped them. You saved us.” Eraserhead looks at Izuku for a long time, that worried expression shifting but never leaving. “The older you never said anything,” he says at last.

narrator voice: It Was Not Okay. a lot of this fic is aizawa quietly observing things that make teenaged izuku's behaviour retrospectively more concerning and this is for sure one of them. and normally he actually does a pretty good job of doing that quietly bc he is king of compartmentalizing

tangent but a lot of other characters in this fic inadvertently stress little izuku out because they don't compartmentalize as well. the whole thing is so weird that they forget about izuku's subjective experience of the situation as a disoriented frightened kid and forget that their familiarity with teenage izuku doesn't translate. not because they're monsters - it's a deeply weird situation, and people often forget about little kids' subjective experiences even when that kid isn't also basically a walking quirk accident. this is reflected in name stuff - aizawa intentionally makes the switch to izuku immediately to create a separation in his mind between 16yo hero student and frightened 7yo (which is somewhat easier bc he meets baby izuku in a situation that v much puts him in hero mode not teacher mode. and also he already has practice with traumatised 7 year olds)

so this is one of relatively few times he does address little izuku while thinking/talking about the older one, because while the stuff he's learned about izuku before (late bloomer, level of anxiety, general behaviour honestly) is worrying, it wasn't about him. this is like...this kid's secret-keeping is so inbuilt that he never told me we'd met before (and also doesn't seem to understand that it's okay to be upset about having been in a very scary situation as a tiny tiny kid)

Izuku shrugs helplessly. He doesn’t know why the boy he’d seen staring back at him from Uraraka’s phone screen would do anything. He’s just as much of a stranger as any of those teenagers.

man a lot of this fic is me waving my arms and yelling bc de-aging for the de-aged person is so deeply existentially weird. most of the de-aging fics i've read don't get that deep into that weirdness, which is entirely fair bc i think my level of interest in that element is an outlier, but truly like...

imagine you wake up and it's almost 10 years in the future. you're surrounded by people you don't know but who know you and have whole relationships with you that you know nothing about. and you live somewhere different, you have an entirely different life. and it seems life a good life, better than you ever imagined having even, but that's already so jarring emotionally even when you are not trying to not process all that as a literal child.

so whenever i was figuring my way through young izuku's POV, i couldn't make his older self not on some level uncanny and frightening to think about. and it's also, as discussed above, even stranger when people expect you to be able to speak for them and account for their actions

“Your mom never brought it up either.”

yeah so one of the consequences of trying to make that first meeting vaguely plausible is that inko can't know. bc you cannot tell me that if inko midoriya knew there was a hero who saved her son and that hero is now his homeroom teacher, that there wouldn't have been a lovely handwritten thank you note. probably a fruit basket also.

Izuku hunches over a little more. That’s the only other memory he has from that night—his dad kneeling in front of Izuku and explaining that it wasn’t a good idea to worry his mom by telling her what happened. “My mom…worries,” Izuku echoes. “So I think my dad didn’t really…tell her. Or if he did, he made it sound…less bad? No heroes or villains.” Eraserhead hums. “I see that’s a familial trait.” Izuku isn’t sure if he means the worrying or making things sound less bad. He shrugs helplessly again.

so if inko isn't there, then the logical answer is that hisashi is instead. which then decides some stuff about hisashi in itself, if he did not explain that any of this occurred to inko. sorry to hisashi midoriya for my slander of his hypothetical character in two different fics now. but i liked the idea, like aizawa says, of these familial traits - these ways that parents teach their kids, intentionally or otherwise, about how they should interact with the world

there's a song i really like from 36 questions the podcast musical, Our Word, which goes through the ways the narrator's parents taught her that lying was the best way to succeed in life, starting with her accidentally breaking something of her dad's as a little kid and her mom reassuring her it was okay because they could just lie to him & say they don't know how it got broken

i wasn't thinking of that explicitly, and this is a pretty different lesson learned, but i like the idea of hisashi having taught izuku, whether he meant to or not, that he is responsible for not upsetting his mom by letting her know about bad things that have happened to him. that if he cares about his mom, he'll make sure she doesn't have to be hurt too by things that have already hurt him.

which is particularly insidious when you think about those two legacies, because izuku is also an anxious kid already. as he gets older he can recognise his mom's anxiety more and knows what it feels like to be that scared. so of course he'd want to make sure she doesn't have to feel like that when she doesn't have to. all he has to do is smile and say it's okay. what kind of hero will he be if he can't do that?

this isn't my fixed headcanon for izuku's family, but it is one i found interesting to explore, especially when only filling in impressions of hisashi through a few tiny hazy memories. and i do think it's fun that all of that came out of trying to make two kind of irreconcilable things - aizawa saving izuku as a kid and their meeting at UA still going the way it did in canon - fit together.

#asks #bnha posting #a soft place to land #i. feel kind of weird posting normally right now #but i also don't know what me not posting normally would achieve you know #so just acknowledging. it feels weird. i hope everyone is doing as okay as it's possible to be right now

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