#so I WAS A KID BUT I WASNT CLUELESS

[thirdofdxcember]

officially 10 days until i can sob scream jigsaw, family line, and heather with a bunch of other people sob screaming with me

[vitaspera]

unhinged calix / viorel yapping commences..

[florexyy]

𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 .・。.・゜✭・.

summary: What was supposed to be a quick supply run turns into an unexpected night alone when a sudden storm leaves you and Jake stranded at a roadside lodge. With only one bed and nowhere else to go, tension builds fast, and years of longing boil over into something neither of you can hold back anymore. <3

pairing: Bestfriend!Jake x Fem!Reader

wc: 2.6k

genre: Mutual pining, Best friends to lovers(?), Smut!

warnings: Explicit sexual content, Oral sex (m!giving), Unprotected sex(cumming in), dirty talk (I think thats all of it if not lmkk)

a/n: Hi guys its me again! uhh i never actually planned on writing smut but here i am...lol?? This is lowkey the first time ive ever wrote something like this so please bare with me muah ♡.

(MINORS DNI)

The storm came faster than either of you expected.

It was supposed to be a quick run, twenty minutes, maybe thirty down the mountain road to the gas station that doubled as a convenience store. Chips, candy, a couple bottles of soda, maybe some cheap beer if the clerk wasnt too nosy about IDs. The others were back at the cabin setting up for movie night, clueless that you were about to be swallowed whole by a sudden mountain squall.

The first drops hit the windshield like warning shots. Then the sky split open. Rain pounded the glass in blinding sheets, turning the road into a slick blur. Pine trees on either side warped into shadows behind the gray curtain. Headlights barely cut through the fog. The wipers were going full speed, but it was like trying to see through a waterfall.

“Shit” Jake muttered, leaning forward over the steering wheel. “I cant see fuck all���

You were gripping the passenger door, knuckles white. “Slow down.”

“I am slowed down.”

But it didnt feel like it. The tires hydroplaned once, maybe twice, your stomach twisting both times. Then the road dipped, and a stream no, a river of water surged across it.

“Okay. Thats it.”

Jake turned the wheel hard, and the car veered onto a gravel turnout. Through the sheets of rain, a neon sign blinked weakly: Mountain Pines Lodge. He rolled into the lot, tires crunching over soaked gravel, and pulled up beneath the overhang like the car itself needed shelter.

By the time you both bolted out, the storm had already soaked you to the skin.

Quickly running to the lodge without a word.

You slammed the lodge door behind you, chest heaving, your clothes clinging cold and wet. “Holy fucking shit. That came out of nowhere.”

Jake stood beside you, dripping onto the polished wood floor. He ran a hand through his soaked hair, water flicking from the ends. “Yeah. Roads flooding. No way we are getting back tonight.”

The two of you stood there, catching your breath, rain pelting the windows behind you like thrown gravel. The lobby was quiet, dimly lit by a few amber sconces. It smelled of wood, old books, and wet stone, like time had slowed down in here.

A bell sat on the reception desk. Jake stepped forward and tapped it.

Ding.

A moment later, an older man emerged from the back. Gray hair, maroon sweater, face like carved oak. He glanced out the window, then back at the two of you.

“Theres only one room left, is that alright with you kids?” he said, placing a key on the counter. “Queen sized bed.”

Jake looked at you. You looked at Jake.

Neither of you said a word.

You just took the key.

The room was unexpectedly warm, wrapping you in a gentle heat that contrasted with the cold storm raging outside. A soft, golden light filled the space, casting shadows that danced lazily across the honey colored wooden walls. The fireplace in the corner flickered with a quiet, steady crackle, its flames low but alive, filling the air with the scent of burning fire wood. On a nearby chair, a couple of thick blankets were folded neatly, waiting to be used.

"I cant believe we are stuck here" You said, examining the room.

He followed close behind you, "Yeah guess we are foced to share a bed"

"Do you have a problem" You said grunting, as you set down your soaked bag.

Jake took a few seconds to reply, as if he thought about the way he would word his next sentence, "No, not really i dont mind."

He walked past you, shoulders brushing.

He plopped down on the bed, "Jake, bro get off the bed your clothes are soaked as fuck."

"Hm okay imma go for a shower then.."

You took your turn in the bathroom, the mirror fogged over from the hot shower. The towel was soft as you dried off, and you slipped into a spare hoodie you carried in your bag, and a pair of well worn shorts that felt almost too comfortable. You paused to shake the moisture from your hair before opening the door and stepping back into the room.

Jake was already out, sitting casually on the edge of the bed again. He wore a dry t-shirt and gray sweatpants, his damp hair curling slightly at the ends. The light from his phone cast a faint blue glow on his face, complimenting his features as he scrolled through it, brows slightly furrowed.

You crossed your arms and rubbed them absently. "Anything from the others? Any updates?"

He looked up, eyes meeting yours. "Yeah," he said simply. "Everyones stuck. Roads are blocked. No ones getting through tonight."

A quiet settled over you both.

"So" you said softly, voice barely above the crackle of the fire, "just us then."

Those two words seemed to hang between you, heavy and charged. Just us.

The wind howled outside, rattling the windows. Rain drops rolling down the window. The fire popped again, a tiny explosion of embers. Everything else was still.

Jakes expression softened. He tilted his head, his voice lower now. "Kinda cozy, though, isnt it?"

You gave a small laugh, a breathy sound. "Its not bad."

His eyes didnt leave yours. "I dont mind being stuck here. With you."

He tried to say it lightly, but the intensity in his gaze betrayed him. His voice might have been casual, but his eyes were serious, focused.

Your heartbeat stuttered. You swallowed hard. "Youve been staring."

You said without hesitation, regretting it the second it left your mouth.

He didnt even try to deny it. "Yeah. Ive been doing that a lot lately."

The moment stretched, unspoken questions brimming just beneath the surface.

You took a breath. "Then why havent you done anything about it?"

Your heart pounding hard.

His posture shifted, the air between you charged with something electric. He leaned forward just slightly, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes locked onto yours. "Because once I start.. I dont think Ill want to stop."

His hand moved up, slow and deliberate. His fingertips brushed your cheek, then trailed along your jaw, down the line of your neck. The pad of his thumb paused at your lower lip, tracing it gently. Your breath caught.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice rough with restraint, close enough now that you could feel the warmth of him, smell the faint scent of his shampoo.

But you didnt say anything.

Instead, you closed the distance.

You leaned in, and kissed him.

You kissed your best friend.

It started slow, cautious, almost hesitant. Jake looked at you like he needed to be sure. Like he couldnt believe you were real, and if he moved too fast, you might vanish. But once your lips met, everything shifted. The tension that had been simmering for weeks finally snapped. His mouth crashed into yours with a hunger that had been building too long. He kissed you like he was starving. Like you were the only thing he needed.

Your fingers gripped his shirt, twisting in the fabric as he pulled you into his lap. His hands gripped your waist, firm and possessive, dragging you flush against him. You could feel how hard he was through his sweats, pressing into the heat between your thighs, already throbbing, needing him. Every movement made you more aware of how badly you wanted him, how wet you already were.

He pinned you on the bed,

Jakes shirt hit the floor in seconds. Then your hoodie. His hands were everywhere, up your sides, across your back, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing and squeezing your nipples until they ached. His mouth followed, hot and hungry, kissing down your throat, your collarbone, until he sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit gently, just enough to make you gasp. You arched into him, moaning as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive peak, then moved to the other.

"Jake! Fuck-"

He looked up at you, eyes dark, voice rough. “Can I taste you?”

You nodded, unable to form words.

He moved lower, kneeling between your thighs. His hands slid under your hips, lifting you just enough to peel your panties down slowly. He dragged them over your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs, biting down gently, eyes never leaving yours. The way he looked at you, it made your pulse race. Like he was worshiping you. Like he wanted to devour you.

Then he lowered his mouth to your dripping cunt, and everything else disappeared.

His tongue stroked through your folds with maddening precision, slow at first, teasing, tasting. Then he found your clit and zeroed in. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, then flattened it and sucked, and your hips bucked against his mouth. He groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“Fuck, you taste so good” he murmured, then went back in, licking, sucking, flicking. You were panting, moaning, hands tangled in his hair, grinding against his face because you couldnt help it.

Then his fingers slid inside you, two of them, deep and curling just right. Your back arched off the bed as he worked them in and out, hitting the perfect spot over and over. He sucked your clit harder, faster, your body trembling beneath him.

“Just like that” he growled into you. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

You did - hard. Your thighs clamped around his head, your vision went white, and your whole body shook with the force of it. You came with a cry, breathless and wrecked.

But Jake didnt stop.

He licked you through it, fingers still working you as you clenched around him. When your body finally eased, he kissed his way back up, his mouth slick with you, eyes wild.

“Im not done” he whispered. “Not even close.”

Then he reached down, and pulled his cock free: thick, hard, leaking at the tip. He stroked it once, watching you, then lined himself up between your legs.

“Tell me you want it.” he asked, voice low, trembling with restraint.

You reached for him, pulled him closer. “Jake, I need you. Now.”

And he slid in, slow at first, inch by inch, stretching you, filling you until he bottomed out. He paused there, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. “You feel so fucking good” he said.

Then he started to move, deep, steady thrusts that made you cry out, made the bed shake. You wrapped your legs around him, nails digging into his back, meeting every thrust with desperation. He kissed you hard, fucking you harder, driving into you like he couldnt get enough.

Your back arches off the bed, spine bowing as pleasure crashes through you. A choked sob rips from your throat, ragged and desperate, as your pussy clenches down on him. Youre gripping him like a vice, like your bodys trying to keep him there, bury him deep and never let him go. Every twitch of your cunt sucks him in deeper, fluttering around his cock like its starving.

And it is. You are.

Every inch of him fills you, stretches you. He hits spots that make your eyes roll back, that make your toes curl, that make your mind blank out in flashes of white hot pleasure. Your thighs are shaking. Youre soaked, slick, swollen, wide open, stuffed full of him.

Jake pulls out halfway, slow, deliberate, and then slams back in, making you see stars.

You cry out, high and sharp, hands clawing at the sheets. He doesnt stop. Hes fucking you now, really fucking you. No teasing. No mercy. Just raw, relentless rhythm. Skin on skin, loud and wet and unforgiving. His cock drives into you again and again, slick with your arousal, gliding through every squeeze, every spasm, forcing you to take it. To feel it.

You feel it everywhere. In your spine. In your ribs. In your throat. In your brain, where it scrapes everything else away until you're nothing but sensation, sound and heat and the stretch of him inside you.

“Fuck, baby” Jake groans, his voice gravel. “Youre taking me so good. So fuckin tight around me.”

He grabs your hip, fingers digging into your flesh, holding you in place as he pounds into you. The headboard is knocking the wall. The bed creaks beneath you. Your breath comes in ragged moans and broken whimpers. He watches your face the whole time, the way your lips fall open, the way your eyes flutter, how wrecked you look just from him.

You reach for him blindly, needing something to hold onto. Your fingers find his back, shoulders, hair, whatever you can grab dragging him down until his forehead presses to yours.

“Im yours” you whisper, voice hoarse, wrecked.

He groans like the words punched him in the gut. His thrusts get harder, deeper. Like hes trying to prove it. Like hes marking you from the inside out.

“Say it again” he growls.

“Yours” you gasp. “Im yours, Jake.”

His mouth crashes into yours, desperate and messy, and you take all of him his tongue, his breath, his body slamming into yours like hes trying to fuse you together.

Your orgasm builds again, hot and tight and impossible to stop. Its rising in your gut, sharp and furious, wrapping around your spine like a live wire.

Jake feels it. He knows. “Come for me again” he pants. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”

Your body obeys before your mind catches up, blinding pleasure tearing through you as you come around him. Your cry is loud, broken, helpless. Your walls clamp down, milking him, pulling him deeper, dragging him over the edge. So good.

And then hes coming too, with a groan ripped straight from his chest. You feel it, the hot pulse of him spilling deep inside, his hips jerking as he rides it out, still buried in you.

The room is nothing but heavy breathing and the sound of hearts trying to calm the hell down.

He doesnt pull out. Doesnt let go.

He just holds you there, full, ruined, and his.

Neither of you speaks. Not yet. Words would only bruise the quiet.

Jake lifts his head slowly. His eyes are wild and soft all at once, like hes seeing you clearly for the first time and cant believe youre real. His thumb brushes the sweat, damp hair from your cheek. Then he leans in and kisses you slow this time. Gentle. Reverent. Like hes trying to say everything hes too wrecked to speak aloud.

“I meant it” you whisper against his lips.

His brow furrows slightly, like he doesnt trust his own ears. “Meant what?”

“That Im yours.”

Something shifts in his face. A crack. A flood. He kisses you again, deeper this time, like hes sealing it.

He pulls out carefully, and you gasp, not from pain, but from the sudden emptiness. He watches your face as he does, thumb tracing circles on your thigh, grounding you through the sensitivity. His cum leaks out of you, sticky and warm against your inner thighs. He watches that too, eyes dark with something thats not just lust anymore. Possession. Pride. Something tender and dangerous all at once.

Jake gets up without a word, grabs a clean towel from the dresser, and kneels between your legs like he did earlier, only now, the heats softer. He cleans you up slowly, almost reverently, taking care with every swipe. Like youre something precious.

“You okay?” he asks, voice hoarse.

You nod, reaching for him. “Get back here.”

He grins, tired, satisfied and climbs into bed beside you, pulling the covers up over both of you. You curl into him, your leg slung over his hip, your head tucked under his chin. His arms wrap around you instantly, like muscle memory. Like theyve always known how to hold you.

“Im not letting you go” he murmurs into your hair.

“You better fucking not.”

He chuckles, low and warm. You feel it more than hear it, rumbling through your chest like a promise.

And for the first time in forever, you dont just feel good. You feel kept.

[ysrjune]

Could you write a Christmas shopping with either Scott Barringer or Sam monroe? <3

like this? 🎄

a/n: sorry for all the #hashtags in the actual writing I was feeling different #haha. sorry this is lowkey corny it just makes sense to make 16 year olds awkward and corny like this 😔

"oh, these are cute!" you say while looking at a dark green christmas sweater. Scott wasnt really paying attention, he was mostly just there to pay for your things. "Mhm," he hummed, zoning out on his barley visible reflection in the glass window. "You could atleast pretend to be more interested." she rolls her eyes and moves around him to look at more things. he followed you, picking at his fingers. "this store is for grandmas, why do you wanna shop here?" he says with a hint of disgust. "my mom used to shop here all the time when I was a kid. not everything in here is for grandmas." Scott responds with a small noise and looks at all the christmas themed pillows on the racks.

"you know what we should do? we should take those awkward christmas photos at macys." you smile up at him while he felt a fluffy pillow. he looks down at you with an annoyed looking face (which was really just his resting face) "wouldn't do it for a million bucks." he looks back at the pillow. "someone's being a grinch." you cross your arms and soon enough, he socked you in the shoulder. not too hard, but hard enough for it to hurt. "you're annoying, just pick something out already. I dont wanna be in this store." He whines, holding your hand and walking around.

Scott was not your boyfriend, and he made that clear.. well, in your mind, he did. you were just clueless that he sort of liked you. everyone just assumes that you two are bestfriends (you are.)

It took 15 more minutes for you to find something at the "granny store." It was a small little porcelain penguin trinket that was wearing a santa hat and holding a gift. the next store you dragged Scott into was a clothing shop. your parents invited him over for christmas under one condition from your mom: he wears christmas pants like everyone else would. "these are all boring." you tell him, going through all the plad jammies. "oh look! theres this one!" you take them off the rack and turn to scott to show him, to which he scrunches his nose at. "im not wearing that."

"but they're cute!" grinch themed pj bottoms. "theyre horrible. disgusting. ugly. stupid. hideo—" "OKAY I get it! jeez!" you put them back and go searching for more. He looked around by himself for a little while and actually came back with something. "I like these." he shows you gingerbread pjs. "oh my gosh! these are so cu-" "dont ruin it for me." he holds his finger to your mouth to shush you. "but-" "SHHHH. Silence." He hangs the pjs on his arm and throws his other arm over your shoulder. "come on, lets go."

At the christmas party, he was all smiles and super cheery. he was currently making a gingerbread house with your little sister. "that color is ugly, though." he tells your sister as she glued the walls together with yellow frosting. "i dont care, scott. this is MY gingerbread house, not yours!" he smiles and ends up tackling her on the couch, tickling her. your sister was like 13, and obviously had a crush on Scott, but it was clear it was just an innocent crush. #girlhood

later, you took a bunch of photos with and of him. he wore a santa hat in every photo since you messed up his hair earlier while playing around. you were happy because in most photos, he was smiling. scott has such a great smile, but he doesnt believe it. "why do you look so mad in this?" you show him. his arms were crossed, legs spread as he sat on the couch. the tail of his hat on the right side of his face, sort of hiding it. "I was being nonchalant and mysterious. what if you decide to share those and the fine ladies dont wanna lay me?" he says like it was a normal thing to say. "nobody was gonna lay you anyway." you roll your eyes. he tackled you after that.

around 10, his dad wanted him home. his house was right down the street, so you walked him #womeninmalefields #goated. "I had fun tonight, barry!" you smile. he fucking hates it when you call him barry, but he cant do anything about it because he knows you'll only continue. "me too, skank." he playfully nudges your shoulder. he doesnt think you're a skank, he just calls you it because you call him barry. "I'll see you around, I gotta go inside." he says, opening the door. "wait," you turn him around. ".. crouch down a little." he gives you a weird look but does what you ask. then you #kissed him since there was mistle toe right above the door.

scott didnt pull away, he actually pulled you in and went a little #crazy. he used a little bit of tongue ew teenage boys ugh but it was #lowkeyhot so you #letithappen. he pulls away and smiles a little bit. "best christmas gift ever." he says and you shove him at the door. "dont get used to it." you smile back. scott laughs and opens the door behind him, still facing you. "see you 'round, skank." he tells you, sarcastically blowing a kiss and going in the house.

@erosmutt @d0llfilth @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs @literally-izzy @mx1curriee505 @valloos

[rozeliyawashereyall]

I fucked around, I found out, and I came out with an AU that wouldn't make the slightest of sense in the actual universe of where the series take place

But do indulge me, cringe AUs are addictively fun to make.

Thanks to @weltthejellyfish , @lightdragon789 , and @astralbulldragon13 for writing like, 98% of everything, would be clueless about my own AU without you 🙏

Anywho chat. Casino AU.

The casino is kind of like?? A haunted house?? Or at least the concept of it. Yeah human owned places are scattered publicly, but halfblood owned ones are in more secluded and secretive places—no human was allowed into said places, only those who are like, an altruist for halfbloods, and even they have very limited access.

Bug getting into the casino would be very difficult, they'd have to first find out where the casino even is, find it and pretend to be an ally and after that slowly work their way up and face some pretty hard challenges

The casino is a family business that was bustling at first but Cercie caught wind of it and started hunting down every family member until it was only bodie left. With only Bodie running the business, he finds a college graduate, Marco, and decides to hire him as a dealer. A few years later and he finds a kid abandoned by his step parents, Timmy, and the rest is history.

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The descriptions of the three in the drawings:

-​Swamp of Fortune was a family business run by the Willowroots, but after Cercei caught wind of it she started hunting down every family member until it was only Bodie left. Stressed and paranoid about his safety, he closed the casino down and resulted to alcohol for a few years before meeting Marco, a shady college graduate who's determined to help he guy out of his slump. One thing lead to another and now the casino is both getting popular again and is under watch by the government for alleged suspicious practices.

-​Marco Palustris Cydarki dropped out of college after his involvement with dangerous people led to concerns for his safety. While he majored in computer science, his real talent lies in the arts. After dropping out, he found refuge with Bodie, an older man who just happens to own a casino, one that has a history of questionable purchases and suspicious rumors. Marco has been assisting him in various capacities since being taken in. Whether Bodie's influence is protective or manipulative remains to be seen, but Marco has stuck around, likely owing something to his benefactor.

-​Timmy’s life has been a mix of captivity and survival. Born under Cercie Fain’s control, his parents faked his death, cutting off his dragon wings to pass him off as a regular gator half-blood. After being auctioned off, he was raised by Elizabeth Wheat on a half-blood farm until Cercie’s men took him. He later escaped, and found himself stranded and injured in the city, where Bodie found him and became a father figure for the guy. Since then, he's grown into a mini-manager at the casino, following in Bodie’s footsteps as a floor supervisor. Despite being the smallest his presence is larger than life.

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These little guys personalities are a mix of OG and BM. So more sadistically playful, hence the neutral/hate relationship Marco and Timmy have with bug in this AU. Timmy and Marco probably see Bug as just a new pet, but with them getting more popular around the casino and climbing up— they could turn from a pet to a threat to the two. When it’s revealed that they’re a cop, they probably do some very… thorough interrogation to make sure they are actually on the casino’s side. Then maybe Bug offers to be a Triple Agent. They're lucky Bodie likes them around, I fear they would NOT survive if he didn't enjoy their company, they'd be torn apart if it wasnt for him...he may have used that to his advantage..but Bodie’s just so sweet, they’d never suspect anything..

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Crimes👍

​Money laundering

​Bootlegging

​Illegal gambling

​Probably murder ngl

​Loan sharking

​Labor racketeering

​stock manipulation

​Tax fraud

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Stupid stuff:

​They'd only start calling bug, well, bug, because they were caught in their trap, and they have a habit of playing with their food. After they start using Bug as a double agent they start throwing in other nicknames—First it was just bug but then it'd turn into more playful variations of it (IE: Waterbug, Sugarbug, Bedbug, etc) The day Bodie calls them Sugar Bug, they are caught so off guard

​Bodie gifted Bug a pair of butterfly earrings as a welcome gift, only for the earrings to turn out to be a tracking device/listening ddevice.

​Timmy would drink like five cocktails and get black out drunk because they don’t taste like alcohol. Mudslide would be his favorite though. I can picture Marco drinking red wine, he'd would like mulled wine or wassail during winter. Bodie is either whiskey, or bourbon, but during business meetings, they all drink Willowroot family recipe Moonshine

​Bodie still drinks but has cut back. He only drinks half a bottle compared to the two a day he used to drink.

Bug's aim is so fucking bad bro, it's storm trooper level bad

More stupid stuff but timeline version, kinda, idk actually:

-Bug was tasked to locate the casino, gets chased and almost mauled by a halfblood before Bodie intervenes and helps Bug from dying.

- I'd imagine when Bug is recovering and is eager to work to repay Bodie back. He asks Timmy to keep watch of Bug and kind of assesses Bug to see if they could work at the casino and the two talk from there

-Then Bodie and Timmy along with Bug, go out on a walk, talking about taxe evasion, casinos, and mafias, all that fun jazz. But they stumble upon Tony and Sparkie trying to track down any rogue halfbloods. prompt them to relay it to Cercie that Bug found the casino and she sends the hunters to bug, just to tell them to get every secret they can find and report back to them. Which Bug is very hesitant on doing. Not only because they’ve helped them and shown they aren’t the monsters their people painted them as... also because these gator folk could kill them very easily.

Like the end of episode 3 or maybe when Marco comes in with info on Bug (that maybe Bodie asked Marco to do a background check or interrogate Bug idk man) and that’s when they ask Bug to be a double agent

-It’s been a few months (maybe) and Bug is stressing but pulling through being a double agent in relaying info to both sides. But also getting closer to the bois as they treated them slightly better then Cercie and her people did. Which results in Bug confiding in Bodie and being accepted into their lives.

Idk what to do with the rest bro you figure it out.

Last stupid stuff I promise

Okay I'm done now

Yippee @capitalmaudios @magebunkshelf @dayspriteofficial

[morally-earl-gray]

hooky webtoon Opinions:

(spoilers?)

so obviously theres a lot of differences between the original webtoon and the printed book, but the one that always bothered me was the way Will was portrayed differently

first of all, its canon that he tries to make out with damien whenever he gets drunk and i wish that was in the books because its just really funny to me

but, more importantly, i feel like he lost a lot of his character depth when the book was made more "kid-friendly"--he tried to sleep with monica and kept saying that it was their duty, and got made when she refused. and yes, this scene is mostly the same in the book, but i feel like it loses a lot of its weight

additionally, theres a scene that was completely cut out of the books: the scene when will's mom is talking to amir and aisha's mom. it is mentioned that will's parents didn't love each other and they only got married because it was what they had to do. now, i personally headcanon that the two queens are in love, but thats not important right now

but it makes me think about how will grew up with parents who didnt love each other, and he always knew that he could never really love monica, but he knew that he had to be okay with it because thats what hes familiar with, thats how his family is, and thats all hes ever considered. his mom (who is a lesbian you cannot change my mind) was forced into a marriage and forced to have kids even though it wasnt her choice, and for will's entire life hes known that he would have to do the same

even further, in the books, it cuts out the scene where will confronts damien after the true loves kiss. will is well aware of what happened, even if he likes to play dumb. this scene wasnt in the books, and it isnt brought up until much, much later (if it is at all--i cant fully remember)

so basically:

webtoon!will: internally conflicted, prepares himself for a future he doesnt want, accepts that he will never be able to love who he wants to love

book!will: dumb and clueless, no character depth

[ch0rds0fsteel]

Claypollo hcs and other things idk

I need to yap so im listing everything i got of Claypollo because they ruin my life and they never leave my head:

Clay and Apollo cuddle most of the time when they get the chance to see eachother, since Clay is away from home (Clay just sees Apollo and hugs him like a koala)

When they were kids, Clay had a huge crush for Apollo, of course, Apollo was clueless of such thing

Apollo learn to dance because of Clay (Cheesy bf)

Apollo is the only one who knows how Clay really is (In terms of speaking when he is home, he is extremely lazy to be a gym rat lol)

Clay loves Apollo's cooking (Even tho Apollo doesnt cook anymore since he got no time to do so)

As kids, everyone thought they were dating cuz they were always holding hands

Surprisingly, Apollo was the one who confess despite Clay's huge crush for him

Everyone thinks Apollo is so introverted, but with Clay he is a different person (Only with him he lets his guard down)

So this happen, Clay used to be introverted and shy, Apollo was bold and extroverted as kids. As adults, they are the opposite lol

They hide their relationship from others (and Clay bring it to his grave...)

Methinks they were roommates (omg they were roommates...)

When they were kids, whenever Apollo mention the stars or moon, Clay would yap about everything he knew of space until he goes quiet of embarrassment. Apollo doesnt mind it because it was hard to make Clay talk sometimes

Songs that remind me of Claypollo:

(4 of 5 songs are angst forgive me)

Fly me to the moon - Yoko Takahashi (The one from Neon genesis evangelion teehee)

Without you - Casey Lee Williams

And then you became the moon - KIKUO (For some reason it makes me think of them)

My Immortal - Evanescence

Love like you - Steven Universe

Ship troupes i think it fits Claypollo:

Starcrossed lovers

Friendly rivalry (I got an explanation as to why)

Married but they act like homies (LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH)

Roommates (Classic)

Sun and Moon

Secret Relationship

Doomed romance (I mean they pretty much are so lol)

Sea and Moon (Might not be a real trope but think about it like this, the sea and the moon are far away from eachother. That's how far Apollo's love for Clay is now that he is... Gone.)

My opinion on Claypollo:

CRAZY SHIP IT RUINED MY LIFE !! /Silly

We know little of Clay yes but despite that, it shows that He and Apollo were extremely close, hearing an "Im fine!" Of either of them would bright up their day and make them choose the right decisions. Clay was the only person who stayed loyal to Apollo, who didnt lie to him, betray him, etc. Clay was everything Apollo had when it come to people he trust, most of the people he trust betray him or use him (For the case of Dhurke, Apollo thinks He abandon Him). I think Apollo deals with Abandonment issues (It's so implied tbh) and Clay knew that, so, in order to protect Apollo he didnt tell Him about the whole "secret mission" he was in because of Yuri Cosmos, to not made him worry. Maybe things would had been different if Clay told him the truth? Who knows..

Methinks Apollo couldnt dare to use his bracelet around Clay (I said this before) because, what does Clay have to hide anyway? There wasnt a thing he had to hide to Him? Right?

I just think they were extremely sweet and supportive to eachother and the tooth rotting fluff (And the sweet angst) is so much to me that it makes me so happy when i see them like "Claypollo yay!!"

I love my doomed yaoi they are dear to me

[sha-brytols]

how's trisha/alistair post awakening. divorce? should-divorce-but-refuse-to? functional relationship?

i dont know who you are but if youre the same person thats sending me these asks about her specifically please know i love you and all of my friends know about you. mwah. i love getting these asks.

also is it possible for the answer to be all of the above but also none of the above. alistair is actually very clueless to trisha's. well. (waves vaguely at the war crimes) because for the most part they didnt actually start until awakening. during the events of origins she was actually relatively sweet and very naive and innocent; it was really seeing the effects of the blight firsthand that began her downward spiral (sacrificing isolde was just because i personally felt like the mage option in that quest was like. a weird copout that took away from an otherwise really interesting moral dilemma (<—fallout fan)) so i think he has a bit of rose-tinted glasses going on, mixed in with the general fact that she's very careful about keeping him in the dark about the worse things she's done. not to mention canonically alistair and the warden spend most of their relationship away from each other anyway, so it's not like he really Can know about it unless someone else tells him.

the cat does eventually get out of the bag though. sometime during veilguard(?) when he meets duncan and finds out that he has a fucking son she never told him about. i think before then he was starting to see the signs but was still somewhat willfully blind because, like, not only is that the woman he spent the fucking apocalypse by the side of and he has loved for 20+ years at this point, but like he does know objectively with all of his heart that she's only doing this to ensure that the world doesnt end up right back where it was in origins.

but also you know. alistair remembers what it was like being the bastard son who never knew their parents and spent most of his life alone and unwanted and wondering why nobody ever came back for him or even wanted him to begin with. he is Not Pleased. also the fact that the kids name ended up being DUNCAN was just salt in the wound. its still a work in progress for me but one thing i know is he fucking loses it on her and. i'm hardpressed to say he would ever "divorce" her but i feel like they'd be in a similar place as like. i guess for example anders and a romanced hawke that didn't support the chantry thing. it's just never the same (not to mention in my vaguely outlined plan of events trisha ends up sacrificing herself at the end of veilguard anyway so)

trisha's side of things isn't anywhere near as complex she just loves him and is willing to fucking commit multiple counts of crimes against humanity if it means he can live to grow old without the taint taking him before his time. i wasnt kidding when i said she's like if anders and solas fused into a disney princess with mental illness LMAO

[quitealotofsodapop]

I think your ideas are very funny. I have a request, can you write something where Ao Bing and Nezha react to off brand products, neon light sign fails, movies badly explained, weird Duolingo lines? Here are some examples I found down below.

Oh thank you! These are a little unusual, but I can def see these scenarios happening with LMK Nezha and Ao Bing cus if their lack of exposure to the modern world. Nezha in my au is a little better, but he still has trouble explaining things.

Tang: *just spent a few hours retelling the Journey to the West*

Nezha & Ao Bing: *both politey sitting and listening. Nezha might have tuned out the parts he wasnt in.*

Macaque, interupts via the shadows: "A nerd and four convicts spend literal years picking up a bunch of paperwork."

Tang: "No!!"

SWK: "I mean... he's not wrong. Master really was a nerd."

Nezha and Ao Bing are just left snickering as Tang works himself up defending the novel.

Ao Bing probably finds those mispelt/damaged signs hilarious. He's so used to proper written grammar and taking things at face value, that something as simple as "Fre shavocado" makes him start snort-laughing.

Imagine the gang are in the middle of a battle/chase and Ao Bing just Stops. And clutches his stomach laughing. The others are so confused that the fight pauses for a moment.

Half the gang just *cracks up*. The demon they're fighting too. Nezha has a moment of "Oh grow up." but he smiling. Fight resumes after a few minutes XD

As for offbrand products; they wouldn't have the context of brand recognition to understand why certain things have the same composition but different names. Nezha probably doesnt care and goes for the cheapest version; "Cus its the same thing." while Ao Bing has a mindset of; "Wait. Isnt the more expensive and popular version supposed to be better?"

SWK dumps down a punch of cheap snacks for the gang to pig out on, and some of the labels catch the princes eyes.

Nezha: "Wukong?"

SWK: "Yea bud?" "Why is the chocolate paste called Nut Master?"

Mei: "Lol what?" (°v° )

Rest of the kids: *start laughing*

SWK: "I wasnt even looking too hard. I was just grabbing whatever."

Ao Bing, clueless but smiling politely: "I dont get it. Tastes good though." ^_^

Nezha: *has to physically restrain himself from making a dirty joke*

I hope this is the kinda comedic nonsense you were looking for XD these were fun to think about

[eimoonie]

Soo... like, Genshin impact crossover Bocchi the rock! crossover Honkai:star rail (hsr) HEHE

For genshin imagine (Modern Au, Band Au)

Xiao x GN!Y/N

(IM SO SORRY i dont remember the person who drew this, i hope the s/o who drew it saw this, come here bbg 🫶🏻)

You've known Xiao for being the quiet kid in high school yet you didn't know that Xiao has another side that he wont show to anyone beside the people he felt comfortable with.

You have a fond in music but you cant play any instruments, eventually you found a underground livehouse called "Starry"

Starry was recommended to you by a friend of yours. Starry wasnt so far from your house, its better to get there with a bike or on feet. You were extremely clueless about the live house. in fact, you didnt wanna be inside a band all you want to do is just get a job. You cant rely on your parents who give you little allowance that why working in a place that also plays music is the place to work at.

You just work as the bartender, and no serving alcohol! That was the rule given by the manager, youre underage to be drinking AND serving alcohol.

The manager informed you that a well-known band will be performing, "aye-aye captain, i will make sure to work hard!" You said to the manager, you dont really take yourself seriously.

The backstage crew was setting up the instruments and testing it while you clean up the remaining glasses that was left by a certain band, you saw a similar young lady that goes by the name of bocchi. She slowly sneak to the table that you had just clean up and searched around it, "are you looking for this?" You pointed out a ticket "Hm, yea, thank you." Bocchi quickly rush out with the ticket.

"~what a seemingly nice girl." "Are you washing up the glasses?" The manager took a glance at you, "yup! I've done everything that was on the list." You said, "good, take a minutes break soon the audience will come in." You nodded and sit back, drinking banana milk that you've snuck away, soon the bell rang and you went to the ticket table and wait as the audience came in, you chop the ticket and let the audiences in."Thank you for coming!" You said as the last audience come in, you sighs as reliefs.

You noticed another pink haired lady, that came in with a camera, the girl is no other then March 7th. your, well-known for photography, best classmate in school , "oh, hey March 7th!" You called her out, "Oh! Hey, whats up Y/N." March 7th points her camera to you and took a shot, you chuckles "Aha! Nothing much, just working here as a bartender." You were cutted off by a certain instrument playing,

The song : Fever (By enhypen) playing, The crowd scream as the band went in, the song playing chills you down as you went in the bar just straight away from the stage, you look at the band playing. You saw someone who was familiar. It was your classmate, Xiao. Xiao's has a better style outside in fact hes still wearing the same black hoodie that he wears to school. You slightly blushed at the look of your quiet classmate, "Oh, Xiao. So secretive as always." Talking about the fact that he is secretly inside a band—The crowd screams as it was Xiao's verse.

You wanted to be noticeable so you raise your hand high enough for Xiao to see, you wave to him.

He saw you and got embarrassed real quick. even if you cant see him, you know he's flustered. You chuckles to yourself, white light flashes multiple times as in people taking pictures, Xiao was already flustered but he didnt messed up a single time.

After the show ended, you went to backstage and visit Xiao with the most smugly face you have, "D-dont look at me like that." Xiao stuttered but he managed to show some confidence.

"I can't look at you now..?"

[pixiecaps]

my favorite part of vegetta gifting roier a new son is the fact he actually goes along with it and for about an hour pretends roboboier is really alive and his kid. then cellbit shows up and roier asks if he’d like to meet his “new son” and cellbit clueless says sure! and bears witness to basically what roier had been doing that past hour the only difference being that he was completely alone. its definitely one of the more outward signs that roier wasnt doing okay and its so!! heartbreaking!!!!!! i love it. then cellbit right after asks if roier wants to spend some time with him because he noticed. he noticed roier was alone

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Is it okay to ask how the rest of the 5ds cast is doing ij not-kansas? I love seeing your takes on how characters would work on it!

YESS totally cool to ask! AND, WELL. TECHNICALLY. THERE ARE SOMETIMES, MULTIPLE VERSIONS OF THE 5DS CAST ON THE TABLE depending on the day/the context/etc :,) see when i started the college AU it was just for gx, as we know, and I thought it'd be funny to slip other ygo characters in for fun, and at the time i was like "it'd be funny to have the 5ds characters there but theyre just like. in their 30s just in the background, chilling," because i wasnt especially invested in them yet/straight up thought i was gonna think 5ds was 'just ok' <---CLUELESS. 😐

Anyway so the 'main' version of the 5ds cast really are just some cool thirtysomethingish year old biker friends. Yusei and Crow both work at a local car repair shop (same auto shop where Syrus and Anna both work as receptionists lol); they and Jack and Kalin are from Satellite, Kansas (real shithole of town)! Crow does a bunch of volunteer work working with LGBT kids and teens, and also is a frequent participant in the Not-Lawrence Queer Birding Group's meetups. Yusei goes to protests and keeps a bunch of shitty project cars on his front lawn and it rules. Akiza works at the Home Depot Garden Center. Jack and Carly live together and Carly runs a blog that is moderately ("moderately") successful :^) Jack works here

with this guy

i go back and forth with leo and luna... with this iteration of the team i picture them late teens-early 20sish, leo also works at Home Depot and Luna is a vet tech ❤

but also SOMETIMES if im thinking about my pizza AU just as its own standalone thing, then there's slightly different version of team 5ds on the field, a little younger, mid-late 20s-ish--I think in that version of the setting I was playing around with making Jack a food critic?? Which is still VERY funny imo. And the twins are kids that live in the rich neighborhood Aporia used to live in (and where he accidentally hit Leo with his car.) (LEO WAS FINE. FOR THE RECORD.) But then sometimes also I'll just have Bruno go deliver pizzas to the auto shop and hit it off with 33 year old Yusei or whatever. IT'S VERY LOOSEY GOOSEY SORRY DHFGFG. MEOW WOLF TYPE RULES pizza AU is simultaniously it's own dimension and also a core component of the not-lawrence not-kansas dimension (really absolutely obsessed with Not-Kansas too btw)

regardless of which versions i happen to be thinking about kalin nonetheless has fucked off to Dodge City, Kansas to repent for probably almost killing a cop. Dodge City is probably the most soul sucking cowboy themed town i have ever been too it's a pretty good Crashtown equivalent 🏜

[aryomengrande]

you'd think for an artist i'd love art class but i js dreaded it bc my classmates would seriously do this like if the professor asks for volunteers or 'who can answer this?' they would lit look at me like that ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) HAHA and it was a summer class so it was twice as long as normal classes (about 3h (𖦹ᯅ𖦹)) and i kid u not i would sometimes js go out to the cafeteria and stay there JSKSKSHD (college profs dgaf). man i still remember our finals was to do a painting right on the spot (i'd rather take a written exam than paint within a given time frame (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)) and i was like fuck it let's do sth that's inspired by iain s. thomas's 'the water is on fire' and that was a bold choice for me bc i HATED painting water lmao i ended up finishing 30 mins early (my classmates would tease me abt taking way too long bc im taking this seriously (i wasnt i js wanted to eat lunch bro class was like 9 am - 12 nn hdjsjs)). the professor keeps the paintings with high scores (he also asks two random faculty members (besides himself) to grade it and we found out it was the dean of arts and sciences department (so our dean bc biology is under that department) and our gen bio 101 professor (who would be my thesis adviser in the near future lol)). aaaand i never got mine back ╮(￣▽￣"")╭ he does show us individually our grades and the comments from the dean and our gen bio 101 professor so at least i wasnt left in the dark abt it lol

sigh...my classmates actin like i acc know anything abt art when it's rly js a hobby (and i acc js started to want to improve bc i wanted to draw portraits of taylor/ariana lmao). im as clueless as these mfs when it comes to baroque or renaissance or mannerism bro (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[thehopelessexception]

save me lord(e) please save me

i struggle with the concept of religion because i've never quite understood the belief on an omnipresent something watching over you and giving you a path or whatever that's supposed to mean.

i went to church probably 15 times in my life when i was younger and i was bored all the time. i took the first communion when i was 10 because my parents made me do it. (i just wanted to taste wine and receive money from my family tho) but i remember that by that time i already rejected the concept of it. maybe because i was deppressed from the very age of 8 years old and i wanted to kms since then (im over it rn fyi), so the whole god thing it wasnt much enough to make me have faith in anything because i already thought i suffered more than jesus.

i've never been much close to my family, im a single child too. not to blame them really, but my parents did the bare minimum so i had to create my own moral codes from way too young. i teached myself, and educated myself on everything i know of since i was a kid. i took the responsibility of being the emotional support of adults as a child because they didnt know how to be parents nor communicate their feelings with each other (or me, for that matter). i hided my own. and when i was on my breaking point i took care of myself at 13/14 i think? and made myself go to therapy because i knew if i didn't i wouldnt be here today —i had to convince my mom, changing the reason i needed to go and i made her lie to my dad because he "doesnt believe in that" and so on—. my parents were clueless all the time 'till i grew up and told them my story on a crisis i had in the pandemic. they are still not the best parents you can find but i moved on from being resentful and made somehow peace.

i remember i was quite interested in the whole lucifer arc and the apocalypse stuff. when my catechist was explaining the 7(i think?) days of creation or etc i was reading the very end, fascinated as a kid reading the hunger games. probably my father's fault since he loved to watch the conspiracy shows in history channel about nostradamus and so on in the living room's tv. and also maybe because i loved chaos and i never fitted in anywhere so naturally i didnt even try.

i hyperfixated on greek gods if that helps.

at 13 i met the 1975, my favourite band (if it wasnt obvious at this point). and the first songs i listened to were girls, me, and antichrist. and i know it's very likely that you think im exaggerating but antichrist is doubtless the purest most real song i heard in my life. and i think about it a lot. the whole journey the band, and matty especially, made about religion made me think a lot through the years. i agree with him tho, but i made that entire journey when i was 9, as they said men do drugs once and discover the same things girls have discovered alone in their bedrooms at 13 years old. and today religion is a thing so foreign, and distant to me; sometimes i wonder if im missing something by not being part of that feeling.

i can't wrap my head around it, i cannot process faith because i don't find it logical. however when im lost i sometimes find myself asking for signs to "the universe", so it's complicated. i also think it's better for people that feel lost to find a communion of some kind than ending up being addicts or worse, liberals. and i also think some religions are waiting for people to have misery to sign them up on their cult.

what is religion really? what is god? is there one? or two? or millions? but what about science? the big bang? evolution? capitalism? media? how can all of that make some kind of sense altogether? i said already i am skeptical over probably everything, but the truth is that science is also a common agreement of stuff and "hard" evidence, but we don't have the certainty that things work like that in the whole universe, so technically it's not an absolute truth, it's just what works. but what is the whole universe? i trust science over anything ofc that's not what im trying to say, the thing is i lose my mind every now and then when i dig that up. because you end up thinking you are so tiny and irrelevant to the whole universe, the whole thing we live into. are we even alive at this point? is this reality real? and i know it's stupid deep thought thinking you have when you are a kid but i wrote something about this years ago in my diary and im going to quote it:

(i wrote it in my native language so the translation may suck a bit)

"(...) the human being is perfect, nature is perfect. the society is a mess but synchronously is perfectly designed to still work. what's the goal of humanity? some people believe in god, not me tho. i sometimes think people are simplistic and conformist with the unknown. weak deniers of the search of the truth. the systematization almost automatic that is used on people as individuals of each culture, each society; with the vague idea of making them believe on free will, and the freedom of choice. when there's something existing over us that influences us, dominates us, and drives us like cattle. but what is this really? (...) the different "types of control" influence all of us so we achieve an end to society. nobody question said unknown end, because they believe, they have faith; on themselves and their meritocracy, the destiny god prepared for them. to the reach of a post-civilization with all the answers, from the firm and fair science that at the same time is clinging to nothing, to the not knowing blindness. the problem with humanity is believing but not fighting for the answers. the problem with humanity is trusting in "what exists and what doesnt exist" as a concept; when you can find somehow the solution on untrusting and not believing on absolute truths, because all of those are influenced by human subjectivity. civilizations are built with absolute truths, "civilization or barbarism". the barbarism never was that much stupidified. do we live in a simulated civilization? i dont know, all i know is that i know nothing."

lately i've been thinking about religion as a support group for people, but the institution makes me yikes. i've been thinking a lot about lots of things.

and i find myself in the context where everything i know of is taking another meaning now. maybe religion is what conveys the society altogether, maybe it's something else. i don't know. the world was always at war because of religion, and the preponderance of one over another. noone can convince me that religion has nothing to do with the world war we're living rn.

i consider music as a support group, i have my own friends and we like the same things (i dont like people who i dont think somehow alike). and i like my music as a representation of my personality too. i believe one is what one consumes. i grew up here, on tumblr, and i know what i write now will probably resonate with you too.

what i know most of is possibly reading patterns on people. and what i am wondering right now is if we, as a whole, and our generation specifically, walked away too much from the "love your neighbor" premise. i may not believe in religion, but i believe in collectivism as a way to live, as a gear that sets society in motion. and me, personally, i am a hater of everything and everyone. but i can deal with it, i dont think society will. we can't make the bad people disappear, and we can't kill them all (sadly). so lately i tend to believe i have the knowledge and the wisdom to be the adult and choose to make peace with the evil, to stop fighting for making people change, and go build community, the safe space, the home, with the people who are predisposed to listen. because individualism will kill us all. and we cannot save ourselves alone.

lorde said explicitly "if you're looking for a saviour well thats not me". but here we are.

happy easter to those who celebrate.

[kijosakka]

got possessed and decided i must make a post about noahs character arc in dramaturgy Immediately

ok,, so the gist is friends. this is the Give Noah Friends Arc. he starts with no friends and then he gets some.

and he also gets some character flaws. for fun. dont worry he grows he develops,, umm so noah [in this AU] as a Character is very deeply rooted in two things: his defense/coping mechanisms, and his background in the industry.

to cover: his defense/coping mechanisms. they are. Bad. his primary defense throughout the show is his nonsubstance itself — but beyond that, the way he intentionally makes himself unpalatable. he makes jokes and seemingly mean-spirited quips at peoples expense and that would be innocuous if it wasnt all he was. but he very intentionally doesnt have character beyond that.

its like advanced self isolation (and regular self isolation when he refuses to interact with anyone after he gets eliminated and generally when hes off camera). additionally (to bring in themes from my original two posts) he creates a severe disconnect between noah The Person and noah The Character and it seeps through to his perception of his castmates as well.

^ this ties back into his Industry past, which,,, kinda fucked him up?? its not like its a normal developmental setting and it shows when hes being noah The Person. he doesnt really know who he is in normal settings; hes so firm in his identity within the industry and his role in it, but in Real Life, Teenage settings? clueless. has no idea what hes doing.

his severe disconnect of person and character also affects the way he sets boundaries, which is to say, hes really fucking bad at it. entertainment industries are Sketchy As Hell, and he kept his head afloat by navigating the system and working within it, but never learned to set clear-cut, do-not-cross boundaries in his relationships as a result (smth smth setting those limits were ‘taboo’ within the industry and could limit the work you got or how many people were willing to reach out)

< tacking onto that parentheses thing, hes also wildly unfamiliar with non-transactional relationships (in this way, him and alejandro are very similar). hes grown up seeing these people around him play nice for the strict purpose of give-and-take and has very few examples for things that are not that. he constantly struggles with understanding that he doesnt have to ‘repay’ things or ‘give’ something to be treated fairly.

(also smth to be said about his ‘keep everyone away’ thing where he silently thinks that even beyond the cameras if he tried to form relationships on the show he would be treated poorly/‘trampled on’ because his nonsubstance wouldnt allow him to ‘give back’ in a way that would make those people see him as worth treating fairly.

his castmates are effectively part of the industry now, why wouldnt they treat him like hes always been taught the people in the industry would?)

^ and again, it seeps through to his perceptions. to things like the love triangle, or sierras obsessive behavior towards cody; noah has trouble understanding why people like courtney would be distraught at it, because to him he can only see it in a transactional light (amplified by it being an on-camera relationship eventually turned plot point). similarly, it takes him A While to properly understand codys distress because to him it seems like sierras giving and he should just ‘return something’ to make them even (not really hitting him that he cant ‘return’ feelings like that).

which brings be further into his overarching Arc. you know, the character one. kicked off initially by wanting to unmask alejandro as a patent fake, he gets his development in other areas too --- like finally getting some real-world experiences with kids his age instead of studio execs three decades his seniors.

it gives him proper, real point of reference as to what matters to his peers beyond a clinical sense and observation --- in short, he learns to better understand the castmates around him beyond what the industry exploits them for, and in doing so he develops past his initial stunted-ness.

< and that in turn helps him learn past his slightly (very) fucked up headspace and perception that his childhood environment created.

(and to slot in now, noahs character in the AU is perfect for consistent themes of internal conflict. how he initially builds up relationships, conflict. struggling on whether to keep the act or expose alejandro, conflict. being hyperaware of both the audience and cast perceptions of him, conflict. realizing his battle has become two-sided and alejandro and thus the cast/audience is catching glimpses of his Person, conflict. realizing hes in too deep and now the plot itself demands him from a meta-ish standpoint, conflict. just conflicts all around for this guy.)

now there is the whole... being a person on camera thing. which is in essence what the entire AU and story arc thereof is centered around: noah learns that he can Be a Person and drop the overly sterile self-regulation sometimes. im,, slightly torn on how exactly to cement this kind of shift in behavior,,

< as it makes sense in my head, noah would be more willing to relent his vice-grip on his facade for the sake of achieving his goal (being expose alejandro outright/at least see whats underneath). so therefore, for the story to progress, there would have to be those opportunities, and for it to make sense those opportunities would have to increase as the plot goes on (and, ofc, inline with alejandros own relent on his mask for the sake of going back and forth in some weird bid for who can expose the other and still keep up their own facade)

^ this is kindof what ive 'settled on' to build up the rest of the AU events on (i will have to find some way to slot in those opportunities proper uuuughghgggh) but yet again if Anyone has Any thoughts at all,, hand them over pretty pls pspspspspspsp

[angel-lovr]

Scattered 'cross my family line, I'm so good at tellin' lies

That came from my mother's side

told a million to survive

Scattered 'cross my family line,

god, I have my father's eyes

but my sister's when I cry

I can run, but I cant hide

from my family line

it's hard to put it into words

how the holidays will always hurt

I watch the fathers with their little girls, and wonder

what i did to deserve this,

how could you hurt a little kid?

I cant forget, I cant forgive

'cause now I'm scared that everyone I love will leave me

Oh, all that I did to try to undo it

all of my pain and all your excuses

I was a kid but I wasnt clueless

(someone who loves you wouldnt do this)

All of my past, I tried to erase it,

But now I see, would I even change it?

Might share a face, and share a last name, but

we are not the same

Scattered 'cross my family line

god, I have my father's eyes

but my sister's when I cry

I can run but I cant hide

from my family line