#yass plotting

[platypus-quacks-too]

Es que Marta es preciosa. ¿Cómo va a salir mal?

Sueños de libertad | Ep. 318 & 339

[violetmuses]

@adoresmiles Ooh! 👀

His Concealed Obsession.

Chapter two.

Tags : @violetmuses @onlyrealjoy @unicorndelulu @nelo0wesker @liatreads

AN : I hope you guys enjoy chapter two! Please give feedback on how you feel about the book and what you think will happen next!

Kanani

I nodded my head as I listen to my friend tell me about her last two dates that she had been on. From what she was telling me , the outcome of both dates came out terrible due to her overbooking herself on the same night. Which I couldn’t understand on why she would do that when didn’t care for neither of them. I continued to listen as she expressed on how neither dates wasn’t her type and how she had to spend money .

“Well maybe if you asked them questions I’m sure you paying for your dinner wouldn’t have been an issue.”

“The guys I deal with on the regular always pay for my dinner. I just assumed that they were like them and didn’t bother to ask them about themselves.”

“See if they weren’t your type why didn’t you turn them down! That is what I would have done. Turn them down.”

"Don't you ever get tired of turning down men?"

"Nope, not one bit."

"The standards that you have are blocking your blessing of obtaining a man."

"Well I'm sorry okay? Almost every guy that came up to us today was a drug dealer and you know this."

"That's the best type of money around Kanani! It's fast, they get it around the clock and they're available for you twenty four seven."

"That is not my type of ideal partner."

"Who said you had to marry them?!"

"Listen I don't want a drug dealer to be my partner. Just because you want that for yourself does not mean I should have to."

"What about a Cartel leader? You know the guys who calls all the shots. They don't shit besides tell their people what to do ."

"You want to know what I think? I think you watch too many mafia romance films. Which is very concerning to me."

"Oh please , every girl in the whole world has had a fantasy about getting kidnapped by the cartel and falling in love with the leader."

"I'm just going to act like I never heard those words come from your mouth."

I said to my friend as I walked over to a different clothing rack. After lunch , we decided to do a little bit of shopping . Prior to me leaving KP had sent me a text message informing me about how him and 

his colleague's were going to be in my complex.

"This is super cute! I really love this color, the fabric is satin but it's cute though."

"I can see you in it, what size do they have ?"

"All of the sizes they only have an extra small left. Ya ass can't wear nothing that damn small."

"And I've been looking for this exact dress. Maybe if I keep looking around I could possibly find some- hey isn't it weird that the guy over there is the same exact guy who sat behind us at the restaurant ?"

"What guy Kanani ?"

"The guy over there with the all black on. He was sitting outside with us on the patio."

"Oh him? He's cute but he isn't your type. Maybe a good hump every now and then ."

"I'm being serious , he wasn't with anyone at the restaurant and he for damn sure isn't with anyone right now."

"Pretty sure he is with someone , I saw him walk in behind some blonde girl. I'm sure he is with here with someone or he's just window shopping ."

"But he hasn't moved since we been here. He's just standing over there by the shoes looking over at us."

"Well maybe he find of us attractive Kanani."

"You just said at the restaurant he was with some blonde girl ."

"I did not! I said he walked in behind a girl who was blonde . That does not necessarily mean that he is with her. For all we know, he could be one of those guys that be on those dating apps."

"Nah he doesn't give me those vibes."

"Girl men do that all the time now. The last dude that I use to date would go on multiple of dates. He would just simply meet up with them at different location's and they would do whatever she wants."

" You didn't care?"

"Not one bit , why would I worry about it when my ass was out here doing the same exact thing?"

"Alrighty then I was not expecting you to say that."

"Well you should have . I hold back nothing when it comes to tricking. You want a date with me , I'm going to need some money."

"Are you sure Jax and you aren't siblings ?"

"Jaxon use to be a player back in the day. See if he didn't marry Lauren , I would have been not only your best friend but your sister in law too."

I rolled my eyes for what seemed like for the hundredth time today. Ever since my best friend came into my life , she has always had a crush on my eldest brother. Which I found it funny since every girl he introduced to our family , she never cared for. Well every female besides my sister-in-law Lauren.

"You can look like that all you want to Nani. Jax and I had to been together at some point in our afterlife."

"We are in our mid late twenties and the crush you have on my brother still is beyond me."

"Yeah I know , but until I get him I can only continue to be delusional about him."

"That's toxic behavior and I highly recommend you to go back and see your therapist again."

"And I highly encourage you to lower your standards."

"I could never."

"Never say never , because one day you could meet a guy and be in love with him the very next day."

"Only delusional people do that."

"Furthermore why I think you should lower your standards and just become delusional. I mean the guy over th- well he was over there . He could  have been your potential partner."

"How about you potential your way over to checkout."

"No need to be hostile here , just saying a little joke."

"Hello ladies , did you find everything okay while shopping with us today?"

"Yes we did , well actually I would like to place an order for one of the dresses I saw here today."

"I'm guessing the satin dress with the side split?"

"How did you know?"

"Everyone has been calling in for it. Before you two ladies had arrived , we sold out online completely."

"When will you guys be restocking ?"

"No time soon sweetie , there was a guy who was here that purchased the last order that was available."

"You mean the guy who was staring at us while we shopped? "

"I'm surprised that you missed him, he's a sweetheart. Will that be all for you ladies?"

"For me yes, she has a lot to check out. I'm going to go step outside , got to call KP back."

"Hello? Keith what's wrong? .... Slow down. I can't understand whatever you are saying. What are you looking at my location for?! Didn't we all agree on not looking at each other location unless it's an emergency? ...  a shooting where ?"

Before I could get a response from my brother , I heard ear piercing screams and glass breaking.  My body was thrown onto the ground and my head was pressed against a firm chest .  Hot tears poured down my face as I felt my heart pounding harder than before. Screams and sirens echoed through the air as people were running and pushing each other out of the way.

The person tucked my body underneath theirs and rolled us underneath a car. Looking up at the mysterious man, I was met with a tinted visor and a gold chain swinging over my face. Taking in a deep breath , I was hit with a familiar scent that came from him. Tears begin to pour down my face even more as I now realized that I had almost lost my life.

“Shhh it’s okay , you’re okay. I got you beautiful.”

“KANANI!”

"Estas bien hermosa?"

"Yeah.. I'm fine. Thank you."

"No deberías estar aquí. necesitas irte."

"Oh my gosh Kanani! Are you okay? What the fuck happen out here?! Did you get hit?!"

"She's fine, I got to her before any bullet could hit her. Take her home, she's shaken up."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm the guy who just saved your friend life , Take her home and I'm not telling you again."

"Her brother and his team is on the way, we can’t le- wait where the hell are you going ?! Aren’t you going to sit here and wait until he gets here?!”

“I don’t fuck with the police sweetheart, they do nothing for me.”

“Well can she atleast have your name?’”

“Don’t worry about that.”

The sirens grew louder as they got closer to us. I watch as he looked at the direction it was coming from before running off and getting back on his motorcycle. He sped off and didn’t bother to look back at me. Letting out a shaky breath , i carefully pulled myself up and took in the scenery. Shattered glass was everywhere, three deceased bodies and a bunch of police cars and ambulances lined up.

Allowing my eyes to scan through the wreckage in hopes of finding the mysterious man, even though he was long gone. In the midst of my search , something shinned brightly on the ground. Walking over to the item, i immediately realized it was his gold chain that he had left behind. Taking a quick look around , Keith who had appeared out of no where had his back facing me as he spoke to my friend and a few of his colleagues. As if I was collecting my belongings off the ground, i discreetly picked the chain up and placed it in my bag as I made my way back over to the small group.

Translations:

Estas bien hermosa : " Are you okay beautiful ?"

no deberías estar aquí. necesitas irte:  "You shouldn't be here , you need to go."

[dollpqrts]

̽ ̽ PAIRING — Art Donaldson x Patrick Zweig

̽ ̽ SYNOPSIS — In the confines of the New Rochelle Country Club sauna, former best friends and tennis doubles partners find themselves inches apart for the first time in twelve years. It’s the night before they compete against each other in the final match of the Phil’s Tire Town Challenger. With unresolved tension at an all-time high, the heat of the sauna isn’t the only reason for their sweaty bodies or heaving chests. Patrick seeking some sort of reconciliation is met with a displeased Art who can’t quite place where his anger stems from. With The men attempting to hash out past wounds, the steam room is hot and charged with passion, it promises violence or something just as strenuous.

̽ ̽ WORD COUNT — ≈ 3k

̽ ̽ CONTENTS — 18+ SMUT MDNI, HEAVY angst to start, alternate ending of canon scene, vulnerable Patrick, mean asf Art, DEVASTATING argument, sexual tension, YEARNING, minor violence - nothing incredibly graphic, porn with plot and context, public ish sex, slight humiliation, praiseee, bottom ish Art, dirty talk, frot, desperation, internalized homophobia, mentions of Tashi, slight toxicity, hand jobs, blowjobs, biting, and lots of sweat <33

̽ ̽ A/N — This is just super self indulgent, Artrick angst rots my brain daily and I feel like this was the sauna scene we deserved </3 I genuinely haven’t written anything for YEARS sooo go easy on me, but YASS first piece of writing on this blog!! don’t hesitate to send in asks or message me for any tips or advice it would be so appreciated. Looking for friends and mutuals sooo, that too :)) if u enjoy reading pls lmk with a comment, or sending a message, however you’d like xoxo

"I don't matter?" 

Patrick Zweig was a figure of confidence, well known to many as much too sure of himself for what he was. For what they thought he was anyway. Confrontation was a fuel to him, something Art knew all too well. 

What wasn't widely known, and what slipped Art's memory, something that he used to know through and through, was that Patrick’s bold demeanor was a facade carefully cultivated to mask his doubts. Patrick's internal voice was incessant and worried. A relentless drumbeat. He held a firm grasp on his own identity and emotions, never wavering in his display of self-assurance. However, his greatest fears ruled him through the subconscious of his mind.

He was terrified that the most important people to him were unable to understand the depths of his being, that they only saw his shortcomings. He yearned for a love as profound as what he was capable of. Like a flower reaching for the sunlight, he needed someone who could nourish him completely. A full type of love that could only exist if someone could see him for who he truly was.

In a steam-filled sauna, Art Donaldson found himself seated face to face with his childhood best friend for the first time in twelve years. Since then he had degraded Patrick to just another fleeting relationship from their youth. It irked him that he couldn't simply erase that part of his past. As they sat there, their bodies naked and only their waists covered by towels, Art's gaze flickered over the other's body. Patrick, though lacking Art's discipline, was chiseled like a Greek god, which both aggravated and mesmerized Art.

Art couldn't help but think that Patrick was relishing in the discomfort, deliberately putting them in this vulnerable position. It seemed clear to Art that Patrick was fully aware of the effect he had on him. He grappled with self-disgust, frustrated by his inability to articulate himself, that he was undeniably affected by Patrick's orchestration. The opportunity to assert himself to Patrick was finally here. Yet he was struggling to find his voice. 

The sight of Patrick's unclothed body in front of him only added to his agitation, taunting him with feelings he couldn't quite place - a mix of envy and something else he wasn't sure of. His lips folded into a straight line, a mannerism unconsciously borrowed from Tashi. Beads of sweat gathered at his hairline, tension that had nothing to do with the heat of the sauna.

"Not even to the most obsessive tennis fan in the world." Art's voice cut through the thick air, and hung between them, heavy with unspoken history. 

Patrick's confident grin faltered as he came to know two things. His much-anticipated showdown with Art provided no consolation for his insecurities, and his greatest fear became reality - Art didn't care anymore, maybe he never really had. 

For years, Patrick had stubbornly, willingly endured hunger and homelessness all in pursuit of proving something. That he was worthy of the adoration, the victories, the accolades, and the fame of a star tennis player, he believed he was every bit deserving as Art was of it all. The only person who could truly validate that for him was Art himself. With cruel precision, Art had shattered Patrick into a million pieces. 

"We're not talking about tennis," Patrick said softly, his eyes seeking understanding.

Art wondered what Patrick could hope to gain from him. Carving out a new life with Tashi, it took time and effort to move on from his teenage years. With the help of Tashi, he had transformed himself into tennis champion Art Donaldson, the Art that Tashi loved, Tashi Duncan's devoted husband, and the father of her child. He had intentionally buried Patrick in the recesses of his mind, leaving behind the insecurities and emotional bullshit of his youth. 

Art scoffed, his voice taking on an edge, "What the fuck else do I have to talk to you about?"

Their exchange became a verbal rally, each word a calculated strike. Art desperately clung to his lead, an invisible audience holding its breath. Was Tashi the unseen umpire, coaching Art like an angel perched on his shoulder? Or had he internalized her so completely that her guidance was no longer necessary to decimate his opponent?

Patrick, completely deflated, realized that the words spilling from Art's lips were not his own. They were out of place, disjointed. How could these words be a product of Art's own mind? 

They had shared a world of experiences, yet Art fixated on just one - tennis. It was as though tennis had become the sole defining factor of what they were to each other. While Art and Tashi's love seemed intertwined with the sport, what Art and Patrick had run far deeper than the confines of a tennis court. It transcended tennis entirely. At least, that's how Patrick felt. 

"I just wanted to come in here to wish you luck, Art."

Art's eyes narrowed, darting away from Patrick's earnest gaze. Distrust clouded his judgment, unable to fathom Patrick's sincerity. There had to be an ulterior motive. The thought stirred his mind mirroring the windstorm raging just beyond the warmth of the sauna. From Art's perspective, he possessed everything Patrick desired – a hot wife, success, and an endless stream of attention. How could Patrick genuinely wish him luck?

A stroke of luck on Art's end the following day could propel Art Donaldson into the next chapter of his illustrious tennis career and leave Patrick Zweig in the shadow of failure. Art knew that luck was the only thing that kept him ahead of Patrick before, that he'd never actually beaten him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he still needed it to stay there, that he was still depending on it.

"That makes no sense."

Patrick mustered a faint semblance of a smile, "I wanted to tell you that I’m looking forward to it. I miss playing with you."

"Yeah?" Art jumped up suddenly, his towel slipping slightly as he adjusted it and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a quick motion. He inched toward the sauna door, the wooden slats warm under his bare feet. "Well, I don't miss playing with you, man. I'm too old for it."

"Oh, get over yourself, Art," Patrick retorted, his eyes locking onto Art's in a challenging gaze.

"Get over myself? Seriously? Look at you, sauntering in here to rile me up before our match. On some sentimental bullshit. We both know every person at this bumfuck tournament thinks that you're nothing, Patrick. I've worked hard to get where I am, I deserve that win tomorrow. You? You're lazy, using cheap shit like this to get your way. Don't act like you ever gave a damn after all these years - about our relationship, or whatever it is you're trying to say."

Patrick could only shake his head in disbelief as the other man dug into him. "Can you even hear yourself anymore?" Suddenly, he sprang to his feet, grabbing his towel before it hit the floor. Art took a step back, his eyes tracing the movements of Patrick's fingers along the towel.

"Do you get off on some delusion that you're all innocent, living the dream, and that I've gotten my karma or whatever the fuck?" 

Closing the gap between them, Art challenged Patrick right back,

"Tell me, how do you see it then, Patrick?" 

Patrick inhaled deeply, his body coursing with anxious energy but still able to hold himself firm before the other.

"You abandoned me." he declared, voice quivering despite the intensity behind his words.

The two men stood inches apart, tension crackling between them, suffocated by each other's breath.

"What the fuck do you want me to say to that?" Art's voice dropped, barely above a whisper.

"Go to hell, Art." Patrick hissed, his hot breath caressing Art's face, spit landing on it. Art tilted his head up, meeting Patrick's blazing stare with defiance.

In a blur of motion, Art's fist flew upward. Patrick's head jerked to the right, his hand rising to cradle his jaw as if anticipating the impact. Before Art could strike again, Patrick seized his wrist and held it tightly. Art's grunt of pain morphed into an animalistic growl as he lunged forward, their bodies tangling together in a fight for control. 

With raw energy, their muscles strained as they grappled with each other. Sweat-slicked skin slid against skin. Art's chest heaved against Patrick's, their hearts pounding in a frenzied rhythm. Bodies intertwined, locked in a primal dance of dominance. Nails raked across skin, leaving angry red trails that would linger for days. The air was thick, charged with the promise of violence or something equally explosive. 

Art's hand found Patrick's throat, fingers pressing into the pulse point. Patrick countered swiftly, fisting a handful of Art's hair and wrenching his head back. His other hand clamped down on Art's shoulder, pinning him in place.

Their faces were less than an inch apart, breath mingling in hot, ragged pants. Patrick's eyes seared right through Art, still for a moment. In a ravenous haze, their lips crashed together. The kiss was brutal, all clashing teeth and battling tongues. Patrick bit hard down onto Art's lower lip causing him to shove Patrick away only to yank him in, entwining their bodies back together.

They devoured each other, hands roaming with desperate need. The world faded elsewhere, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of long-awaited touch, the taste of desire on their tongues. Lost in their universe of violence and passion, they clung to each other, neither willing to back down or let go. Their embrace tightened as if trying to meld into one. The heat of the sauna paled in comparison to the fire ignited between them. Years of pent-up emotion poured out in a torrent of kisses as the men groped one another, each touch electric.

Art's mind was cloudy, "Patrick," he gasped, breaking away. His eyes were wild, conflicted. "We can't—"

Patrick silenced him with another burning kiss. "Don't think," he breathed, chuckling against Art's lips. "Anything but that."

They stumbled backward, their backs hitting the rough wooden wall. Goosebumps prickled across their skin from the impact. Like an animal clawing for control, Patrick's hands were everywhere, feeling every inch of Art's body that he could and holding on tight. Art moaned and gasped under his touch as he pressed his body closer, their throbbing erections pressing together through layers of fabric.

"Yeah, that's right." Patrick whispered huskily, "Feel it, Art. Feel how much you want me." A low, guttural moan escaped Art’s lips as the dirty words caressed his ear. Fear and arousal stormed his mind. He knew that at any moment, someone might innocently walk into the steam room and discover them, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

Art reached into the waistline of Patrick’s towel grazing delicate fingers over the warmth, groaning at the feeling of him, how big he felt. Patrick took a firm grip on Art's wrist, guiding his hand down the fold of his towel. Patrick's cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the tip slick with pre-cum. Art swallowed nervously, his throat dry.

Their fingers intertwined tightly, Patrick guided their hands up and down his glistening length. He whispered praises in Art's ear, his other hand removing the towel that had been covering him with ease. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment for years, eagerly anticipating it with every fiber of his being.

Patrick rubbed their cocks together, his grin growing wider as the other's jaw dropped in pleasure. "Look who's all hard for me again," he teased, his voice tinged with a hint of pride. "Remember when we used to do shit like this all the time?"

Art could only weakly nod, the memory of that long-forgotten time when they were still friends, and their hands would roam freely. When they said whatever excuse they could make up just to make everything feel okay, whatever excuses could allow them to have a next time.

“I know you were really thinking about me every time we jerked off together.” Patrick teased, his tongue flicking over Art's neck.

"Stop Pat...that's not true,"

“Oh c’mon, don’t you wanna cum for me just like you used to?”

Patrick pressed on, increasing the speed and pressure of their movements, the friction sending shivers through both of their bodies. Art could barely speak.

“Yes, yes...please,” he begged for release, hardly able to form any coherent words.

Patrick let out a low chuckle, pressing his lips against Art's neck as he tightened his grip over their cocks. Art's hips bucked up involuntarily, biting into Patrick's shoulder to muffle a strangled moan.

"You're the same sensitive little boy you were when we were young" Patrick taunted, twisting his fingers just right.

All Art can do is mindlessly nod his head as he desperately fucked into Patrick's hand-- his mind reeling at the embarrassing little comments Patrick’s making. The warmth of Patrick's cock against his own, the wet and slick of their pre-cum mingling together, his rough stubble pricking the sensitive skin along his neck. He was so close, so close...

“Don’t fucking stop,” His voice took on a demanding, almost threatening tone. His hips rutted up into their interlocked fists as he reached the brink of climax. His other hand dug into Patrick's back, leaving scratches in its wake as he mumbled incomprehensible pleas and praises.

Patrick coached him through it, practically growling in his ear "That's it, fuck my hand Art.”

His body trembling with climax, Art released all over their hands and stomachs, his body hot and red, his chest heaving. Patrick continued to stroke his sensitive cock through his orgasm, pushing him past his limit.

“Oh god, t-too much...” Art groaned, his body twitching with every little touch, yet still needily grinding into Patrick’s palm. He had to push Patrick off of him before he would nearly start crying from the overstimulation.

They collapsed onto the bench just by where they were standing, their bodies glistening with sweat and flushed with exertion. The scent of their arousal filled the air, enveloping them in a sweaty heat. Art's cheeks burned with embarrassment as Patrick continued to stroke his hard cock next to him.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and finish me off, hm?” he suggested with a smirk, “It’s the Least you could do after being so mean.”

Art swallowed thickly, hesitating for a moment before slowly lowering himself onto his knees. Humiliation and desire coursed through his veins. He took Patrick's stiff length in his nervous hand, his tongue darting out to lick the droplets of pre-cum that shone at the tip.

Patrick groaned, his hips jerking forward. "That's it, baby,"

The taste of Patrick's skin and pre-cum lingered on Art's lips as he took him in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head. The saltiness of his own release was still there, all over his cock. With a trembling hand, Art gripped Patrick's thrusting hips and guided him closer to his mouth. His lips wrapped around the tip, his throat constricting as he tried to take more of him in. Patrick let out a deep groan, gripping the edges of the bench and fingers tangling in Art’s hair as he reveled in the sensation. "Fuck, Art," he panted, his eyes locked on the sight before him. "You’re so good at this."

He silently took in his praise as Patrick's thrusts grew more forceful, driving deeper into Art's mouth with each motion. Feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him, there was nothing he wanted more than to please Patrick, to make him reach new heights of pleasure that they could only have dreamed of when they were young. He worked with both of his hands and his mouth at the same time, pumping down his length and groping his balls. The room was filled with wet sounds, with Patrick's rough grunts and moans. His throat stretched around Patrick's cock, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"God I've missed you," Patrick exclaimed between ragged breaths. "You look amazing from up here."

Patrick's thrusts became erratic and his breathing grew shallow and strained. With one final plea, he pushed Art's head down and held it there as he reached his climax.

"I'm gonna cum."

Art felt the hot spurts hit the back of his throat, and it took all he had not to gag. He swallowed subconsciously, tasting the bitterness of Patrick's release. Patrick pulled out, his hips twitching sporadically as he fought to catch his breath. With Patrick's orgasm, Art could also feel his own comedown, a shift of realization in him. He swallowed hard, his throat raw with the taste of Patrick. He could feel his tears stained on his cheeks, and he tried his best to wipe them away discreetly. He quickly wiped his mouth as he got up, avoiding eye contact with Patrick. He grabbed his towel from the floor, wrapping it around himself before he sat further down Patrick on the bench.

Patrick, panting and still coming down from his peak, barely had time to react before Art slipped away from him.

“What was that for?”

For a moment, Art didn't answer. He stayed silent, his eyes trained on the floor. “I just needed to clean up.”

“Is that all?” Patrick asked. “Or are you too ashamed to look at me?”

Art didn’t say anything.

Patrick felt the change in Art's demeanor, the shame that seemed to radiate off of him. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Trapped in awkwardness. Patrick cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the tense quietness.

"So, uh, you're letting me win tomorrow right?"

Art's forced laugh didn't reach his eyes, the weight of their earlier exchange still pressing on him.

"Oh Fuck off man…" he grumbled, burying any hint of vulnerability from before. His towel tightened in his grip, damp fabric biting into his skin as he pushed away the memory of the fleeting intimacy they had shared. The moment was gone now, and so were any traces of tenderness or closeness between them.

“I meant every word that I said.” Art’s voice trembled with conviction. Without another glance, he stormed out of the sauna, leaving Patrick naked and by himself in the leftover sex and stifling heat of the room. All Patrick could do was sit there, his fingers tapping nervously against his knees.

[assmaster-8000]

ive said it once and ill say it again. a lot of gen z women have lost the plot with the issue around 50/50 relationships; the main issue has always been women paying 50/50 for expenses and still being expected to handle the brunt of domestic and emotional labor. NOT THE BASIC CONCEPT OF 50/50. do you hear yourself? dehumanising men who do not pay everything for you? reducing romantic relationships to simple transactions? back to my first question, WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE EQUATING MEN IN THIS SITUATION TO BEING FEMININE AND THEREFORE.... INFERIOR??? FROM A WOMAN? DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF? providing for someone isn't inherently masculine. being provided for isn't inherently feminine. you think you've deconstructed harmful gender norms but you've never escaped, you've only repurposed it. idk what to tell you babes, it's not girl boss yass queen to be financially incompetent

[pboogerswbb]

"Soon my father would know, and he'd be gone. It seemed like no matter what I did I was always disappointing someone" this poor girl bro☹️☹️idk im hoping rohan won't be like izzies mom and will be willing to find ways to understand. of course i dont expect him to fully be like "yass ally!!!🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈” because yk they're a brown family but im hoping he'll be much more open minded.

ik everyones gonna go crazy over the smut in this chapter😭 which i of course liked reading. and this is no shade to you at all, i just like plot more than smut LOL

i feel like alll! we see on this app is just people writing smut after smut after smut and yk its cool but i think it means so much more when a relationship is established

yk theres just a difference between a connection just being written and a connection being seen.

and through your writing i can see the relationship and the trust paige and izzie have so well and i love it. i see it in the sex of course Imfao but also in the non smut parts of their story

its seen through paige taking izzies hand and izzie grabbing her arm when shes about to leave, through paige’s extreme respect for izzie and her family, paige wanting to buy her coffee and pastries, SLOWING DOWN HER EATING SO SHE COULD GET MORE FOOD☹️☹️☹️☹️ (especially after jaspers comment about her eating last chapter!!) and talking about their lives together in the future, and theres still so much more i can see it through like this isnt anywhere near all of it

im kinda yapping but i just wanted to show my appreciation for all the details in their relationship that aren’t sex because sometimes i feel like they get lost in all the people talking about them being freaky😭😭 and im not saying everyone doesn’t appreciate it but i do wish there was more OPEN appreciation for everything beyond the sex.

i agree w everything you said! i love writing smut but not for no reason - i always want it to serve a purpose in a series. like you said, it shows the trust and also the liberation of izara! she’s so much more free w paige now than she was in the beginning. but i don’t love writing smut just because 🤚

[badtzmaru805]

helloo! i actually just came across your tumblr by chance because someone i followed reposted one of your blogs and i saw that you wrote some stories as well! i haven’t touched the jmj tag in awhile since nothing have really peaked my interest lately, but then i saw many others talk about how good your stories were so i checked them out and wow.. i was blown away honestly. i haven’t been so immersed in a fic in such a long time, it almost felt nostalgic in a way LOL

but i was wondering if you have any plans on making a longer, multi-chapter fic for jmj 🤔 i would love to see what kind of ideas you have or other plots you have in mind with the multiple of interchangeable dynamics they have. sorry if you’ve already answered this!

ahh thank you so much!! :") i love that whole deep immersion feeling when i'm reading fics too and it makes me really happy to hear that my writing made you feel that way. thanks for taking the time to share your thoughts with me! (also i'm nosy and kinda curious where people are talking about my fics but 🫣🫣)

i have another ongoing multi-chapter fic in another fandom that i promised myself i'd finish first, but i really do want to write a multi-chapter jmj fic! you literally just reminded me that i have a 5k-word google doc where i storyboarded and drafted a canon-divergent jmj fic.... i probably won't get the chance to write this for a while so i'll just share some of what i have under the read more!

basic plot: the plans for aespa fall through at the last minute in 2020. the other sm rookie girls debut. the aespa girls lose contact with each other and all go their separate ways. mj goes to college and becomes a teacher, nyz stays with sm as a vocal coach and songwriter, uar goes back to japan ends up in the fashion industry, and jm.... doesn't give up. she signs with another company and trains for a few more years, but the debut falls through again. by the time it's all over, she's 22 and considered "too old" to debut. she ends up working as a model instead. jmj meet again when nyz/uar arrange a reunion 5 years later, when jmj are 24 and 25.

the concept was that the story would be told in alternating flashbacks and present day scenes - as jmj get farther and farther apart in real time, they get closer and closer in the past. #yass angst and yearning. basically they liked each other but never truly acted on it or said anything. they promise to debut together, aespa plans fall through, and jm is hurt when mj decides to give up instead of join another company together:

Minjeong is walking away when she hears it: a shaky, quiet whisper. “You promised.” She can’t help but whip around angrily. “I was sixteen, unnie. I didn’t know anything.” “Well,” Jimin says, turning her head to the side so her hair obscures the telltale glassiness of her eyes, “I meant it. All of the promises. Everything I said.” Minjeong hates that she knows that habit. She hates everything she's been forced to commit to memory over the past four years: the vocal warmups, the lyrics, the dances, the Seoul way of pronouncing things. Yu Jimin.

mj gets her ged and starts college:

The trainee thing becomes a distant memory, a fun fact to bring up in icebreakers or in drunken games of two truths and one lie. Did you know I was an SM trainee? Oh, not for long—I decided to focus on school instead, she lies, because she can’t bring herself to say that she dropped out of high school and spent four years on a pipe dream.

and she gets the chance to explore her sexuality in a way that she never had the liberty or emotional space to as a trainee. spoiler alert: she gravitates towards someone that looks an awful lot like someone we know !

Years of training to be an idol have perfected her ability to be alluring, to charm others. She knows that if she looks up with her big doe eyes, bats her eyelashes a few times, whines unnie in that voice—she knows it’ll work. So that’s exactly what she does one night at a college mixer when she needs to forget, when she just wants to feel something again, when she inexplicitly misses that thrill of performing and being evaluated by others. She leans in close to the side of an older upperclassman girl, the tall one with familiar flowing jet black hair and cat-like eyes, the one who gets flustered whenever Minjeong links their arms together casually or rests her head on her shoulder.  “Unnie,” Minjeong says, her tone sweet and calculated.  “I'm tired. Can you take me home?”

when they meet again at 24 and 25, the distance between them is incredibly pronounced and painful for mj:

"You don't like salmon, right?" “Ah. No, it's alright to me now." Minjeong jerks her chopsticks away awkwardly. “Right. Sorry. I shouldn't have assumed.” It strikes her that she doesn’t know this version of Jimin at all. She doesn’t know this Jimin who has perfectly manicured nails instead of the ragged hangnails at the edges from picking at them when she’s nervous, who has perfect posture instead of slouching in on herself to make herself smaller. How presumptuous of her to preserve sixteen- and seventeen- and eighteen-year-old Jimin in her memory. She should’ve just moved on. Like everyone else did.

but even though she's 5 years older, mj is still hesitant to get involved with jm because jm is a painful reminder of a dream that never came to be:

"I used to have a crush on you, you know." Jimin says it so casually. Like it wouldn't have changed everything. The confession settles in the air between them, heavy and rotten. Minjeong can't bring herself to tell Jimin the truth. She feels fifteen again, too scared to close the distance between their hands. She feels nineteen again, letting Jimin walk away. Leave it to Minjeong to run away again.  Maybe nothing has changed after all. 

there's distance between them until they end up at noraebang and sing together again and feel that same magic that they did when they were teenagers, chasing the same dream. it reminds mj of the intensity of her feelings towards jm:

When Jimin looks at her like that, it makes Minjeong feel like a teenager again. In love with her best friend, rotten with desire. A moth with her wings pinned down to the Earth.

and then ofc they fuck somehow but it's angsty because omggg we wasted so much time when we were both in love with each other and now we're both different and our priorities have changed and we don't know if it'll work or be the same:

“Sorry, it’s just—you feel so good. Better than I imagined.” Jimin averts her eyes. Leave it to Jimin to get shy and awkward when she literally has her fingers inside of Minjeong. Minjeong moves a hand to Jimin’s chin, turning her face back towards her. “You imagined this?” “Of course,” Jimin softly says. Back then? Or now? Minjeong can't bring herself to ask. So she confesses her own half-truth instead. “I did too,” Minjeong whispers against Jimin’s lips.

wait talking about this makes me want to write it so bad... anyways i hope you enjoyed these snippets hehe. thank you for asking this question this was sooo fun to answer!

[sudusong]

What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

I am legally not allowed to answer this question with THE angstiest idea, but there are two close contenders for this spot: The Huppercement au me and Toby had, and the Cannibalism idea.

1. The Huppercement Au ('s Au)

It was the original creation of my friend Toby, but what I am talking about is our shared workshoppings of an au of that au that i made huge additions to (like,,, the whole plot of this iteration of it. Or kerubim and atcham's presence, which was my idea). This version is something we wanted to make a longfic out of, yet never got around to, outside of heavy plot brainstorming (I'd still like to write it someday, if he doesn't mind it...)

NOTE: In this AU, Julith died during her battle with Kerubim.

Plot: Unable to cope with trauma, guilt, and self-doubt, Kerubim gives Joris away to huppermages to raise/care for/guard only after having him for a few months. Joris grows up abused and kept in a tower like a princess, never to go outside. Basically treated as a living vessel for a dofus instead of a person. The fact he's basically incapable of doing magic doesn't help. (A big part of this treatment is because the suspicious huppermage twins from the movie (the ones who are involved with the brotherhood of the forgotten) are kinda in control of his living situation, and due to never using the Ebony dofus while it was intact, they can't get much results from trying to use him or the empty shell for sorcery.) Neither Bakara nor Kerubim know anything about the conditions he's living in, and aren't very interested in learning: Bakara lost her entire family and hates Julith and everyone related to her, and Kerubim is haunted by his choice and Doesn't Want to Know Anything.

(There's more art of this AU, but it was not drawn by me, so I will not be showing it.)

This all ends when Joris is 15-20yo, and the brotherhood of the forgotten steals one of the Dofus (either ebony or ivory) for some sort of a scheme. Kerubim learns that the yass-looking huppermage twins are a part of the brotherhood. Not knowing where the dofus is, Kerubim kidnaps Joris in the middle of the night instead to buy some time and flees Bonta. Confronted with the results of his decisions in life, Kerubim decides to compartmentalize the shit out of it, vowing to never let Joris learn how much he fucked up and rebuild a new father-son bond (...while also keeping his distance and not telling joris anything, lmao) and show him the wonders of the world he has been kept from. Eventually Atcham, stalking Kerubim as usual, decides to re-kidnap Joris, not knowing ANY of this shit, just as one of his revenge tactics. he spends like an hour or two venting to amused joris about how much Kerubim sucks. (It kinda makes Joris like kerubim and atcham: he no longer feels like theres a second shoe waiting to drop with this very cagey mysterious man who keeps acting way too paternally and lowkey annoying him by how sweet he tries to be (JORIS LACKS CRITICAL INFORMATION)). Anyway, since the huppermage twins had made Jahash's heir being kidnapped a serious fucking matter, Atcham becomes a suspect/wanted criminal too, and he has to cooperate with kerubim so that all three of them survive. (I also wanted Simone and Julie involved somehow, bc in this au they never met and that makes me sad... hngnhn. We hadn't thought the story through to the end, so I never figured out what role they would play, but I need them to be married in every universe. Bakara's role is that she's a part of the antagonistic huppermages, but knows what's really going on and is on the crepinjurgen side of this conflict in secret.)

Notice how I never elaborated on how joris feels about this? Well that's because he tries not to have human emotions. Or he'd go fucking insane by now. The big inspirations behind my own interpretation of him in this au are the characters Himemiya Anthy from Revolutionary Girl Utena, and Naminé from Kingdom Hearts. He is secrely kind of a bitch and by god, he deserves it. He is amused by making Kerubim and Atcham get into fights whenever they annoy him, and hes very much aware that they're both wying for his approval. Trolling them is one of the only joys he has in life.

Joris and Kerubim's relationship is a quite a bit Anthy&Utena inspired. Kerubim does genuinely care for him, but he's just doing the same things to Joris that everyone else is doing to Joris. Joris is under the impression that Kerubim is just nice to him because he's nice to everyone, and only needs him for magical purposes, but he can't help but warm up and become fascinated with Kerubim despite himself. And as I said, he eventualy understands that Kerubim really cares about his opinion of him! Which amuses Joris a little bit. He's more right about their bond than Kerubim would like to think, btw. Kerubim thinks they have a ~special connection~, but they really don't. He's using him not as a mcguffin magical artifact, but as a way to try and kill the pain of his traumas and Redeem Himsef. just like in Aux Tresors. Joris is kinda treated like a haunting ghost of the past/vessel for a dofus/a magical mcguffin/a weapon by everyone around him except Atcham. Atcham's only Joris Dehumanization Moment is kidnapping him to hurt Kerubim's feelings. and then he's immediately like "anyway. this is my whole life story. sorry for venting. what about you. oh thats scary." Eventually Joris learns that his entire life has turned out this way because of Kerubim. and its a very major shift for his character bc for the first time in his life he gets properly FUCKING MAD TO THE POINT OF WANTING TO BEAT A WHITE-FURRED BITCH TO DEATH. We hadn't brainstormed beyond this point because damn, this is a very big plot point but our other ideas were: 1. eventual happy ending 2. joris should kill someone (good) 3. kerubim and joris actually fucking talk 4. Atcham and Kerubim should have a long chat too.

My take on huppercement au wakfu era!joris. He has red accents to empathise his historical/familial connection to Brakmar through Julith and Atcham & lack of affiliation to either of the warring cities

His signature trait to signify a difference from canon joris is that, instead of a fur collar, he has 2 hood strings. Both during the story and after the story. It shows that he's not a fancy aristocrat or a Master or a messnger. he dgaf about any of this. leave him alone.

Our idea of an epilogue for this AU is that Joris ends up actually quite happier than canon Joris. Fucking up that bad administers an electric shock to Kerubim's system that makes their long term bond much healthier + Joris is unsympathetic and nihilistic enough not to get into politics. He saves people sometimes, hes still obsessive about collecting information like in canon, but his main concern is running a shop with Kerubim and Atcham. Far away from Bonta or Brakmar or any other place and other people's problems. He hates and distrusts all governments and rulers equally. He's addicted to minding his buisiness.

This idea was an exploration of: (for me personally,, since im not the only one who worked on this) crepinjurgenite family love prospers in every universe or i will kms. also what happens if we put the bond between kerubim and joris in a much more toxic and dire circumstance. also atcham and joris bestieship.

Anyway the au name is a reference to a fucking meme.

2. The Cannibalism Idea

This one was never heavily plotstormed, and I think it might be a boring fic but basically:

Joris, Kerubim and Atcham go to frigost or some other cold place. They get into a fight with bandits or some other bad guys, and defeat them. The weather gets really fucking bad and they can't leave. Joris's minor wounds become a major problem because they run out of supplies, and then run out of food, and are starting to use the furniture the guys they killed as kindling. They try to eat the vegetation, but its not enough and begin starving. Joris is really sick, and eventually after a really long time, Kerubim and Atcham decide to,,,, well, you know. It's Kerubim's decision because Atcham, being hairless, isn't faring pretty good, at least mentally.. But joris refuses to eat human flesh due to his moral code. They have to force him to eat against his will, and it's a whole fight (mostly Joris hurting himself on accident). They eventually are able to go back to civilization, and Joris is in really bad shape. They awkwardly dodge the questions of an eniripsa that someone called for the three of them, the second they collapsed at the random city/village they arrived at, because the eniripsa is lowkey concerned what they have been eating to survive with no animals around. Joris is haunted, everyone is haunted, and he tries to ignore the fact that hes glad that they managed to keep him alive. The end.

This idea was an exploration of: Joris's willingness to abandon himself for moral reasons even if it helps nobody, the lengths Kerubim would go to just to keep Joris alive, and little bit of how Atcham is SOMETIMES kind of meek and can look to Kerubim for guidance.

It kind of started with me joking like "i think anyone over the age 400 has tried human flesh at least once" and "man I want the trio to be in a really bad situation"

[hyzenslay]

(was gonna ask these on your main since that's where you reblogged the fanfic ask list, but your ask box is closed over there)

8, 9, 12, 16, 22, 26, 30, 35

I hope that's not too many haha!

OMG SORRY I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS CLOSED LMAO... Thanks for telling me!!! Anyway maybe it's fitting if I answer here and center my answers on WsD, because I imagine reading this with media you aren't familiar with might be boring 😄

Thank you for the questions, never too many 💕 Template

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

Hyzenthlay of course ❤️ She has heroine traits so it's easy to think she'd try to do the fair, reasonable thing in each situation. I don't only like her as girlboss but I also connect a lot with writing her depression/trauma... Also Hazel, if I wrote him more. In general main characters are easier because there’s more to draw from.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

A FEW but I’m going to rant specifically about 1999 Silverweed. We know he used to be always scared in Cowslip's warren, and to make things worse Woundwort uses him for evil against his will… He's so content to be free on the Down, but also I imagine his past experiences would affect his sense of self etc. He has similarities to Fiver (who is difficult to write himself) but if you write them together you *have* to make them different because they will be different, and being next to each almost makes Fiver seem like “normal one”. Idk!

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

My next chapter for my Hyz & Fiv fic 🥰 It will be a bit sad but there are a few things I came up with inspired by real rabbit life and I think that's cool. And my first TV-verse one shot... softcore psychic M-rated fiverweed but I’ll keep it classy and have a plot and themes 🙂‍↕️

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

Proably the genre of sad stories for the worst guy ever no one likes™️ that makes you feel bad for them, even if it’s corny. But you probably get me since you like Vervain, Nettle, Woundwort etc. :) Power imbalance ships but there has to be a twist that doesn’t just reaffirm the hierarchy.

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Normally I prefer silence buuut sometimes for more mechanical tasks such as spellchecking or reformatting, music that’s not in English works. I should get more into atmospheric instrumental soundtracks... I need to lay down the yass queen girlie pop 😂

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

In terms of ambition, longfics because I’m worried I might not finish (+ I suck at plots). In terms of shame, I don’t have much, but sometimes I get paranoid of “sending the wrong message”, and it seems a bit infantilizing (to the reader and to myself) to add disclaimers like “I don’t support this!!1”. Like for ex. I might have some ideas for a more in-detail Blackavar backstory but I also fear it comes across as gratuitous torture voyeurism or something.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Tooth-rotting fluff. Diff fandom but I was writing a character who goes through a lot of abuse in her life and commits suicide canonically; I was going to have her fail the attempt instead and have a chance to be happy but it still was making me too sad so I stopped </3

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I paused Sunwing to read a bit of Fifteen Rabbits so it would inspire me to keep working on my WIPs (they’re hares, but both unread leporid books I have are about hares). It turns out it worked because Felix Salten's style is very pretty. I might write more Silverwing in the future even if it's a small fandom, hopefully about Marina & Ariel ^^

[ronanceautistic]

i swear every leak about the plot is so yass girl give us nothing. like “eleven needs food to recharge now” has literally always been canonically true 😭

i mean they’re all 100% real but also kinda nothingburger lol. we got pics tho!

[stephreviews]

Ossan's Love TH (2025)

Heng (Earth Pirapat) is a silly, clueless, average guy who suddenly finds himself tangled in a love triangle between his boss, Kongdech (Krit Shahkrit), and his old friend and new colleague, Mo (Mix Sahaphap). Then, to make him even more confused, his childhood best friend Chicha (Kapook Ploynira) confesses to him as well! Who will ultimately win Heng's heart?

I haven't watched a Thai comedy before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. But I really enjoyed this one! I had to get used to the constant sound effects and over exaggerated facial expressions a little bit since that's just the Thai comedy style.

The Characters

I really enjoyed the characters. Typically, I'm a love triangle hater. While watching this drama, I was trying to figure out why I didn't hate the love triangle, and it really was because no one character is perfect and no one character sucks more than the others.

Heng isn't just some naive "oh woe is me" bottom. (In fact, it's never clear whether Heng is a top or bottom, which is a rare slay from GMMTV.) He's clumsy, kind, goofy, a pushover, and unobservant. Because of that, even the people he likes often scold him for making mistakes. He gets called out in the drama for not learning to say no.

Mo isn't the all-knowing, "white knight" top. (Once again, we never know what his position is, which like yass queen give me more switches and ambiguous couples!) He's protective of Heng, honestly a bit of a sassy bitch but in the fun way, but also gets defensive easily and quick to make decisions to protect himself. He gets called out by Chicha in particular, but also by Kongdech himself for making decisions that hurt himself and others.

Kongdech is the boss, and he's sort of the antagonist in the story, but he isn't just some evil guy who's super smooth and tempting around Heng while being an ass to Mo. If anything Kongdech is kind of an endearing loser. He's never dated a man before because he's a widower who lost his wife years ago, and he hasn't even dated in a long time. So at first, he seems kind of pushy with Heng, but Kongdech has no experience, and Heng never says no, and it's a perfect storm. Kongdech gets called out by Mo for being too pushy and by his own daughter for keeping things from her.

Ultimately, all of the characters face a reckoning for their character flaws, which made me feel satisfied with their actions.

The Story

The story itself is where a lot of the comedy comes in. There's an entire episode where Heng gets stuck on the roof of a hotel without his clothes and the rest of the employees are looking for him. It's honestly so funny. I really enjoyed the rest of the workers in the office because they brought a lot of the comedy and helped Heng, Mo, and Kongdech grow as people.

(Also there was a FirstKhaothung cameo in 2 of the episodes!)

I can't say much more about the plot without giving some insane spoilers, but I thought a lot of the story made sense with their characters, and a lot of it was necessary for growth, UNTIL EPISODE FUCKING 12.

The Bad

Without revealing too much of what happens in the last episode, basically they decide to give Heng amnesia, which like fine, whatever, very K-Drama style. But how do they use this trope?

THEY RETCON THE ENTIRETY OF THE CHARACTER GROWTH.

I was so mad. I was so ready to give this drama a good review, and then all of a sudden we're back to square one??? Motherfucker what? Mo and Chicha even have the exact same conversation they have before? For what?? Anyways, I will be mad forever about this. This drama could have easily been an 8.5 or 9 for me, and now it's a 6.

Overall: 6/10

Chemistry: 🔥🔥🔥

Love triangle I enjoyed? 1000/10

Realistic adult gays? 10/10

Amnesia retcon? -♾️ fuck you GMMTV

[ouatsnark]

saw a moron (sq) post about with hook/regina and the sheers that serum queen was protecting emma/hook cause he's hurting/betraying emma with those aganist her wil and was like "not on my watch!" like you actually fucking stupid. hook did make a bad decision with those shears and he acknowledges that i will say that but if anything the eq was manipulating the situation to her advantage and she wasn't protecting them she was trying to break them apart-

-this idiot was like "eq still cares about emma and henry and is not evil just grumpy and misunderstood."

PAUSE. Oh yeah, the serum queen cares so much about Emma that she's using the same anti-birth mother rhetoric her other half uses! And in front of Henry! Bad parenting 101. Ok lets continue.

"yeah sure she cares about them she's literally wished emma away and plotted to murder the rest of her family again sure. in that ep she was trying to go back to manipulating henry because that's what the eq knew best he was older and not falling for it anymore. the shears was a messy storyline but if anything it did show how much hook did care about her and henry"

PAUSE. Serum Queen cared about Henry as much as Regina did when she was abusing him before Emma showed up and made her stop. I mean she literally admits to terrorizing him and then calls him weak. Ok lets continue.

"like it's "oh okay yass serum queen you better plot to murder emma and her parents again and demean her 24/7, she stil cares!!!" that's okay in their supposed relationship but hook making another mistake "it's like omg they shouldn't be together he's so toxic!! he's hurting her." please….why"

PAUSE. Hook is so toxic yet he's the only one I see owning up to what he did, taking full responsibility, righting his wrongs and apologizing. Not only that, but he took the shears out of love for Emma and fear for her life. Everything Regina does (that includes serum queen cause that's still Regina) is self-serving. Sorry, luvs, but Regina is the toxic one. Not Hook. OK lets continue.

"also follow up to the other ask sorry this is so long, but i went back and rewatched the shears ep and the evil queen ends up taking them for herself at the end of the ep to give to gold/use on emma, so no she wasn't protecting henry, she was trying to create drama so she could get to them herself which is ironic because they said she had emma and henry's best intrest at heart, we can defend a lot of things but seuerm queen is literally so annoying, even regina some stans can't stand her"

Serum Queen was a major set back and totally wiped out any chances of Regina having a proper redemption because it was a literal shortcut to her happy ending. It erased her need for evil so she could be a good person. She used magic to try and make her a better person by removing what she did to her victims (taking away the blackness in her heart she put there) without her having to face her victims (effectively silencing them) and fast tracked herself to a happy ending.

And it's just a lie that Regina or the Serum Queen cared for Emma or even Snow because for the first time Regina actually had the chance to make up for everything she caused and she didn't take it.

I'm of course talking about how she let Emma face life without her parents by allowing the Charmings to face the Serum Queen and not taking matters into her own hands. But hey, when she can throw her goodness in Zelena's face she takes it! It was a few episodes later that Regina used her own heart to save Zelena from the Serum Queen because "that's what heroes do." Well, why didnt you do it to save the Charmings???

[etfrin]

<3

[peachhcs]

ok so obviously she knew samy since luke and dylan met in like 2020 i think so hannah would meet will at the programs too because her brothers would be there so james is at the program at wills last year so 22-23 and she could meet james then!

yass ok i like this. i feel like ive never explained how samy and hannah met i just kind of put them together and said yas they’re roomies and besties

i feel the earlier years in like 2019 were dylan and luke were starting usntdp together, samy and hannah weren’t like super close yet. they obviously knew one another but they didn’t really talk because hannah was busy doing gymnastics so she didn’t go to a lot of the games and samy was busy with school.

but then they do start getting to know one another a few months later and obviously really hit it off and become besties.

WHICH THEN leads tyler duke (hannah’s twin) starting usntdp during will’s 2 years (also yes i know tyler didn’t start will’s year but let’s pretend for the plot that tyler is their age and not a year older)

so hannah’s doing online school because she has a lot going on with gymnastics in michigan. her and samy are besties and are living together in college.

WHICH THEN fast forwards us into hannah and james meeting during will & tyler’s last year of ntdp

and they like sort of talk but not really because he’s a year younger and she’s like eh whatever, but obviously they become sort of friends? kind of?

but then the summer hannah goes to the olympics that’s when james tries bugging the guys to get him an in with her.

so basically that’s hannah’s backstory HAHA

au masterlist

[drew-the-pic]

the myth of Perseus

So basically, this man Acrisius -- who's arguably the king of Argolis -- only has one daughter. No sons. And he's freaking out, so he goes to this oracle like 'how tf am I gonna get a male heir?!'. The oracle doesn't really help, he's kindof a Debby Downer. He says that Acrisius will have no sons, and that his grandson will kill him. Acrisius is freaking out more, and he tries to prevent this by locking up his only daughter Danae. But no brazen doors can stop Zeus when he's horny, so BOOM. Perseus is born.

Thus, Acrisius is just not having a good life. He doesn't believe that it was Zeus who got his daughter pregnant, he thinks it's his twin brother, the one who had it out for Danae before. And he doesn't want to kill his daughter, who would do that? So (and this is the part Sally talks about) he locks her up AGAIN in a wooden chest/ark/whatever and yeets her into the sea.

The box floats toward Seriphos, and Dictys, a fisherman, nets it. He opens it to find Danae and Perseus both still alive and he wheels them off to the king. So Perseus is raised in a royal household.

But not really a very good household.

See, the king is after Danae since the moment she arrives. His name is Polydectes, and unfortunately, he has the support of his subjects in pursuing Danae. Finally, Perseus is old enough to step in and protects his mom from the king.

The king gets plotting. Polydectes calls up all his friends and they all pretend he's gonna ask some other girl (Hippodameia, daughter of Pelops) to marry him. So he's going around the whole island asking everyone to contribute to his love-gift. He finally comes around to Perseus and asks him for a horse.

Perseus is like, 'Dude, I don't have a horse nor the means to get one. But, uh, since you're not trying to marry my mom anymore I can try to get you anything else. Even Medusa's head.'

Polydectes is like 'Yass, he'll die trying and then I can get his mom. I MEAN THat would please me greatly.'

So Perseus is off to go kill Medusa.

Athena hears what's going on and helps him out, then Hermes does the same.

But Perseus isn't ready yet, he's gotta get better equipped. He still needs winged sandals, something to carry the head in, and Hades' invisibility helmet. (aka the introvert hat) All three of these things are in the care of the Stygian nymphs, but no one knows where they live. Except the Graea (the Gray Sisters).

So he finds them at the foot of Atlas’ mountain and steals their tooth and eye, forcing them to tell him. Once he’s got all the stuff he drops the tooth and eye in the ocean for them to get.

He finds the swamp the gorgons live in, and all three are sleeping; Medusa, Stheno, and Euryale. So he backs in using the reflection in his shield, Athena guides his hand, and off comes her head. Out pop Chrysaor and Pegasus! Fully grown! And armed! Weird way to be born. Perseus runs off before the new dudes can wake their aunties to go chase after him, so he escapes.

Now, he’s on his way back towards Seriphos. While traveling he sees this lady chained to a seacliff and falls in love with her. As he’s flying over (using the winged sandals) he sees the girls’ parents: Cassiopeia and Cepheus. That’s right, here’s Andromeda!

He asks what’s going on and they both explain that an oracle told them that sacrificing Andromeda to this sea monster was the only way to keep from being attacked and flooded by said sea monster.So he goes, ‘Hang on, I can get rid of the sea monster. If I do, can I marry Andromeda?’

And her parents are like ‘Uhm, suuuuurreeeee… haha….’

So he goes and kills the sea monster, slicing its head off.

The wedding is to happen immediately so he can continue on his travels, but in bursts this completely random dude, Agenor. Cassipeia shouts that Perseus must die. Turns out, Andromeda’s parents had already promised Agenor HE could marry her. But Andromeda is sticking by Perseus.

Perseus fights off as many soldiers as he can with his sword, and then he just petrifies the rest of them.

AND OFF THEY GO.

So he’s flying back to Seriphos with his new wife in tow. He lands, and he calls for Polydectes like ‘ay I got your gift.’ Polydectes is confuzzled and PISSED. He’s like ‘Umm I don’t BELIEVE YOU show me.’ Perseus is a little worried he says ‘well, uh, are you sure???’ ‘YEA YEA JUST SHOW ME’ aaaaand Polydectes and his entire court end up petrified.

And they all live okay for a while the end. 

My point in this is the fact that Perseus used Medusa’s head to save both his mom and his love. Sound familiar???

[alicelufenia]

Book 4 finished, and wow do I have thoughts

I gotta say, when I started I did not expect Akua "Doom of Liesse" Sahelian to be one of my favorite characters, but damn. Dying was by far the best thing to happen to her character development!

So now Cat's got Diabolist's soul on a leash, and the dynamic between the two is immediately so fascinating, with Catherine obviously hating her guts yet can't help but find her advice and knowledge useful, and in turn Akua is playing up her new role to the hilt, showing just how useful she can be while shamelessly flirting and planning to inevitably slip the leash (and boy will we get to that). I imagine the shippers were having a field day, but remember that Catherine has a strict "don't invade Callow" stipulation on who she takes to bed, much less "don't turn a whole city into undead cannon fodder". But I get it, Cat did rip her heart out when she killed her, and Akua does now love to call Cat pet names like "my heart", it's also just fascinating to see how Cat is able to override Akua's free will with a thought, and more so to see how often she doesn't exploit this to torment her (not that Akua gives any sign the torture does anything, except as a sign of what she should be doing to stay useful)

And honestly, I was surprised to see this not be a complete deal breaker for Thief, but not only has Vivienne gotten somewhat more pragmatic, it's clear Cat has gone to great lengths to earn her trust by basically giving the other Callowan girl the means to kill her, as contingency (so many contingencies in this part). Last time I did say how much I loved oaths, well now that Cat is basically full fae, AND commands all the power of the (former) Winter Court, oaths now are mortally binding to her, which is very fun when Akua does get loose and take over Cat's body and is then forced to pluck her eye out (it grows back now) but even has a bit of fun "playing hero" when she has to act like Cat on the battlefield. And boy, more on that later too.

As full Winter, Cat doesn't have a Name anymore, but if anything this feels like the peak of her power, she's basically invincible and can regrow anything lost instantly, she just gets crazier and "more Fae" as she uses the power, which honestly is pretty fascinating. There's been some disturbing behavior changes in her ever since book 3 when she gained the power of Winter. She's become just as reliant on stories as the fae, and so now the plot becomes an exercise in "how far is Cat willing to go to achieve her story?" Hint: pretty damn far.

I haven't been commenting on the goings on in the south much, but honestly a couple of books in I've decided I really like the tonal shift of everything down there with the League, especially the Tyrant and Most Resistant to the Call Named ever, Hierarch! Refuse to take a stand, live on the street, give no ruling and have that have a disproportionately large effect on policy! YASS KING give us NOTHING. My money's still on him having the biggest impact later on however, as so far the only time he's willingly called upon his Name was to tell the Bard to get out, and it worked?? They're playing Lord of the Rings in Callow/Praes, Game of Thrones in Procer, meanwhile down in the Free Cities it's Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

I mean, mostly, there was that nasty business where Black and the Calamities were there to fight White Knight's party, and poor Sabah got killed :( and that was last book, which I completely forgot to mention. The Calamities are having a bad time in this book.

Other major point, the Crusade is in full force, and the most interesting part of that is how its political inevitability, combined with Cat taking the throne setting off alarms, and her attempts to negotiate peace with the heroes accompanying the first army of Crusaders runs face first into her tendency to break what's in front of her. Grey Pilgrim is an interesting figure, who's motivation is hard to pin down at first. He seems open to negotiating peace with Cat, but only if she abdicates, which she doesn't want to do cause Callow is held together by duct tape and a dreamAnd then when her said tendency to break stuff forces the crusaders to actually negotiate retreat, he basically (according to Cat) tries to trap her into a "redemption arc", because those usually end in the villain's death. Well played Pilgrim. Fortunately what winds up playing out for Cat is, possibly that, but definitely not how anyone thought it would go, but I really should talk about Hierophant and how much I underappreciated him earlier.

First, I love how he's one of the earliest companions Cat picks up who is entirely on board cause she takes him interesting places and he's become friends with the other Woe. Pairing Masego, who is Ace/Aro as hell and definitely on the spectrum, with Archer, the flirtiest drunkest murderhobo ever, was just a perfect move, I love their friendship!

He has such a bitter sweet reunion with his fathers though, after discovering his incubus papa was around during the time before the Dead King rose up, which leads to I think the biggest twist I did not see coming, but looking back it makes total sense, that being Catherine died at Second Liesse, and the "Sovereign of Winter" didn't just take over her soul, but has basically replaced her. Which uh, goes a long way to explain her behavior changes, but also if you go back and read, you see the exact point when she breaks the binding that lets Winter flood her soul and body, and her heart stops, and it feels to her like she died, but then didn't die. Is the Cat after Liesse a different person from the one who died now, or if, because she sees herself as Cat, and everyone else does, does it really matter if she just never fully died, or if she died and then had basically a botched necromancy to keep a copy of her with her memories going?

I think it matters in one potentially big way, and it's possibly the one line that haunts Cat throughout the book; at one point the Pilgrim says that her presence as a villain ruling a Good kingdom makes her a corrupting force, and everyone she knows will be twisted by her Evil. And slowly Cat starts questioning if this is true, when even mild mannered nobles on her council are considering strategies using her mantle that would lead to hundreds of thousands of deaths, but "better if it's Proceran deaths", when even Cat herself refuses to use such a strategy because she wants to minimize deaths!

It happens more obviously with Thief, who is gradually losing her Named powers (she's much weaker and her hair is growing when normally Named develop their fixed look and keep the) and also is displaying signs of depression, and doubt as to whether she chose the right side.

Except it's ODD. Everything she says and does is understandable in the moment, but looking back you can see a clear shift that started after Cat got her mantle. Like okay, it's understandable that she'd be wary of Hakram; he fought and beat her when Viv was with the Lone Swordsman, and threatened her in her own seat of her power at the thieves guild just before she officially joined up. A few months after that she's still wary, but is more confident, basically fronting around him when all the Woe are hanging out. Now, a year later and they are working together in Laure running the kingdom, but now Thief is TERRIFIED of him. And then to prove to her that she can trust him, he goes so far as to CUT OFF HIS NECROMANCY SKELETON HAND. IN FRONT OF HER. Which was extreme, but also really weird!

I'm thinking this might be more the influence of Cat's growing fae nature rather than the narrative making her allies worse, but we'll have to wait come book 5 to see if everyone can chill the fuck out!

I don't have much to say about the gang's trip to Keter (except that amnesia mystery was neat and never underestimate Malicia), but Cat, Akua and Indrani's drow adventures? Here we go!

So as is obvious to anyone who knows me, big drow fan here. So I was fascinated to see what the Guide version was like. And it turned out to be heavily involved, basically an empire in ruin, and a people forced to fight amongst themselves for a limited magical resource. Heck the chapter that introduces them has for its epithet a Dread Emperor who literally invented the pyramid scheme, and that's basically drow culture. Still as backstabbing as you remember them from Forgotten Realms, except here they've been blasted back to the stone age, and live in heavily segmented tribes where they're constantly fighting over Night; kill another drow, take their Night, and you gain their power and knowledge.

The whole sequence where Cat builds her, let's be honest, drow slave army using the convincing argument of "swear an oath to me or die", is actually surprisingly long and drawn out, but we do learn a lot about them—I think it's interesting that all the drow are genderless in their society (or what counts as one). Of all the sequences where it's obvious Akua is succeeding at corrupting Cat, this probably takes the cake; sure, she gets the idea once they make it into the Everdark (you have no idea how often I misread that as Underdark, it was almost every time!) to "rescue" the drow from being genocided by the dwarves, but she was totally there for an army, and she's just strongarming one (while killing a LOT of drow herself) along the way to the final confrontation with the Priestess(s) of Night.

The payoff is amazing though. First, Indrani and Catherine sleep together! Which, I don't see it going too further, but they both needed it. But most important, human Cat's back! Which I guess. Disproves Warlock's theory that she's a different person, if she can go back to being human (lame leg and all) And it's so cool how you can immediately tell it's her old self, more snarky and actually still has a moral compass. She's legit horrified at what she did to the drow. And, we see mortal Catherine going back on a lot of what Fae Catherine said earlier and in book 3. Her gambit to get out of judgement is, the crab bucket dilemma; when all we do is fight each other, no one gets out of the bucket, so we should try working together instead!

And then she dies... again? But is now completely free of the mantle of Winter, and in exchange is now the new Priestess of Night.

So, yay Catherine, Mother of the Drow! Perhaps? It's very unclear. We literally leave Cat off with the lines "in pain, and gloriously mortal", which is quite a way to describe it. And, it looks like her goal to negotiate the drow out of the Everdark, and into a war with the Dead King without binding oaths, might actually work? The dwarves seem willing to listen at least.

Personally, I always thought the parts of the story where Cat has a lame leg were some of the most interesting moments, so I appreciate the depower. Even if it seems to happen every other book.

So, seems the war with the Dead King is going to be the focus for next book. Hoping Cat abdicates too, mortal Cat really thought becoming queen was a bad idea. Thinking we might be going back to a more principled Cat? Either way, it seems like she's gotten her humanity back (that was stolen by the mantle) time will tell whether her actions play out.

On to book 5!

[chelledoggo]

my Hazbin Hotel first watchthrough

(DISCLAIMER: this post is being typed as i'm watching. there may be inconsistencies in my attitude as i go on.)

🛑SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT🛑

Ep 1: blehhhh...

Ep 2: overall: "eh." villain song was pretty good.

Ep 3: something something something plot plot plot- LOOK IT'S THE SILLY SNEK AND EGG BOYS. 💖 "I'll Be Your Armor/Keeper" was a damn good song, even if at this point in the series i couldn't fucking stand Charlie.

Ep 4: ...okay i'll admit. this one for all its heavy subject matter was... handled alright. was nice to see Charlie finally grow some goddamn balls and show some righteous anger. kinda wanted to strangle Husk here until he actually showed some empathy. "Poison" was a good song, even if Angel's VA was pretty weird and pitchy at points. "Loser Baby" was a good one though.

Ep 5: i feel conflicted as a Christian finding Lucifer so charming. /j /lh also i think Charlie's starting to grow on me. and it only took over half the series. also fuck you Mimzy. the Alastor vs. Lucifer song was a goddamn bop. and "Hell's Best Dad" was beautiful.

Ep 6: WHOA. WHOAAAAAAAAA. WHOA. I FEEL LIKE AN IDIOT FOR NOT SEEING THAT COMING. this episode is hitting all the Christian Universalist and deconstructionist sweet spots for me. and God i love Emily, poor bab. ;~; ALSO YASS ANGEL STICK IT TO THE MOTH MAN.

Ep 7: all my hate for Charlie is gone. i just want her and Vaggie to be happy. i feel so bad for both of them. also "Out For Love" beats the entirety of Steven Universe's soundtrack in every category lol

Ep 8: oh gosh this... ohhh... this was phenomenal... like i started out hating this show and now i'm just itching to see what goes down next season!! i'm glad i stuck through!

misc. notes:

i hate that this series basically requires you to watch the pilot to understand the first episode. luckily i've seen it but...

i like some of the background character designs.

i like the little one-eyed gremlin girl thing.

i know we're supposed to like Charlie but GOD she's annoying. I RECANT THIS STATEMENT

Alastor best character.

i kinda like Sir Pentious. he's silly. and i love his egg boys.

Vaggie's just as done with this shit as i am but the difference is she loves Charlie where as i just want to strangle her lmao.

Velvette's kinda hot ngl.

Camilla too.

seriously though am i supposed to like Charlie? when do i start to like her? I ALSO RECANT THIS STATEMENT.

i feel like i would like Charlie more if she wasn't essentially a ripoff of every "quirky" Disney princess from Rapunzel onwards. AND I RECANT THIS ONE TOO

okay, as of ep 5... i'm starting to not hate Charlie so much.

why do some of the denizens of heaven look like demons?

ep 6 is where this series finally really grabs me ngl. glad i stuck around. i'm on the beginning of the finale as i'm typing this point and i'm excited to see how it concludes.

OH GOD IT WAS WORTH IT

the angels of heaven really do seem to be the "american evangelist/dispensationalist" archetype. they don't know why a soul can't be redeemed after death. they don't question it. they're not allowed to because... it's "breaking the rules" or whatever. as someone who grew up in that kind of environment, that really resonated with me.