#I want write about them so baaaaad

[geekforhorror]

pls pls plsssss i want older!anakin to fuck me where everyone could hear us so baaaaad!!! want obi wan to yell at us for being so reckless & disrespectful!! also daddy kink! imagine age gap!

pls write something about his i love your writing!!!!!!!!!

I PRACTICALLY MOANED AT THIS. ALSO I APPRECIATE THE FEEDBACK

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pairing: older!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!anakin, sub!reader, established age gap (anakin is 35, reader is 20), anakin is a master in this (not readers master tho!), unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, pet names, divorced au (sorry miss amidala!), etc.

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You always had a thing for Skywalker.

You didn’t know what made him so alluring. Maybe it was his confidence, good looks, personality, or perhaps it was all three. You had developed a crush on him from the very moment you encountered him in the temple’s halls. From then on, you could barely keep your composure around him. It started off with blushing and now it had gotten to the point where you had to clench your thighs together whenever he spoke to you. You tried your best to shield your thoughts from the confident Jedi and you thought you succeeded in doing so.

Oh, how wrong you were.

See, unbeknownst to you, Anakin had picked up on your behavior and instantly wanted to know what it was that was making you that flustered. He already had a sneaking suspicion of what was going on. Luckily, he would have the opportunity to see if he was right or not. One night, he had been assigned to be your dueling partner since your master was out on a mission. You were nervous to say the least. How the fuck were you supposed to spend an entire hour with him when you could barely keep your composure around him for more than five minutes? All you knew was that you were screwed.

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The time had finally come where you had to meet Skywalker in the dueling chambers. Here you were, outside of the very room where the man you had grown feelings for was, yet you were too nervous to actually enter the room. You didn’t know how to describe it. Being around him was so… intoxicating, but also nerve wracking. You knew better than to let these thoughts surface during your session with him, but it would be rather tricky when you had to duel at the same time. Besides, what would he think? He would probably report you to the council the first chance he got for inappropriate behavior on your behalf. That’s why this couldn’t come to light.

To prepare yourself, you took a deep breath in and collected yourself enough before finally entering the room. As soon as you entered the room, you were met with those mesmerizing blue eyes you loved so much. They had a way of making you gaze into them until you were in a dazed-like state. It was hard to look away, but you managed to do so, keeping in mind that you couldn’t be caught doing a thing like that.

“Hello Master Skywalker. It’s a pleasure to duel with you again,” you say too cheerfully. Fuck.

“The feeling is mutual,” he replies with a rather nonchalant tone to his voice. You didn’t know what it was about his voice that always had you dripping through your panties, but fuck. Maybe it was the way his voice sounded like pure velvet.

“Are you ready?” he asks you.

“Yes,” you said a little too quick.

“Alright then. Positions!”

You do as he says and take your normal stance, which you had learned from your master. Anakin takes his signature pose, the room now filled with silence that wasn’t there before. Suddenly, his lightsaber strikes in the air and gives you barely any time to react. However, you know better than to let his hasty movements derail yours. You decide to use your instincts to your advantage.

“I’m not gonna go easy on you,” he says with a cheshire smile.

“Good,” you confidently reply.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your rather fierce response. He always admired your boldness and confidence. It was what set you apart from all the other Jedi. However, you were also selfless and willing to sacrifice everything for the ones you loved. He saw parts of himself in you. That drive and desire.

He saw your response as an invitation to go harder on you as he swayed his body around while attempting to strike you with his wielded weapon. You blocked him with every breath you took and focused on finding his weakness. Fortunately for him, your focus on defeating him allowed him the perfect opportunity to lodge himself inside that pretty little brain of yours and see what you were hiding from him. After all, his mind reading abilities were way stronger than yours, so it was likely you wouldn’t even notice.

Suddenly, he was met with a vision. It was one of you: all alone in your quarters, wearing nothing but your lacy bra. He was met with the sight of your cunt, all covered in slick and creamy arousal. There you were, all sprawled out on the bed while plunging two of your fingers inside your needy pussy—imagining it was him stretching your tight hole until you were practically begging to cum. Just as he was about to strike, his ears were met with your needy moans.

“Fuck- Ana- Anakin,” you whined out, loud enough for bypassers in the hall to hear.

The vision disappeared just as fast as it was displayed and was replaced with another, only this one was more of a thought and more dirty than the last. This time, it was you thinking of his hands roaming your body and pounding his cock into you until you were a crying and moaning mess around him.

How could a girl like you have such nasty thoughts about her superior?

He felt himself grow hard in the confines of his pants and knew he had to get out before you noticed. When he came back, he was met with your leg swiftly coming up in the air in order to counter his previous actions. Despite being distracted for some time, he somehow overpowered the thoughts of you just enough to hit you right in the leg with his training saber, declaring victory.

“Well, well,” you heard him say.

“What is it?” you say, sounding intrigued but also confused.

“It seems like I beat you despite getting into that pretty little head of yours,” he finally admits.

“Wait what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me… I know every dirty little thought you have of me,” Anakin chuckles confidently. “It’s quite adorable, actually.

You felt a flush of embarrassment fill your cheeks as they were now a rosy shade of pink. “It’s not that hard to sense in you, angel,” he replies, reading your very thoughts. “I found them quite amusing. The way you want me to kiss all over your pretty little body, how you want me to ruin you and make you mine, the feeling of what it would be like to be taken by a man, not a mere Jedi boy. They don’t know what you want like I do,” he says cockily.

“I- I don’t know what to say,” you admit.

“Then I’ll do the talking. From the moment I first saw you, I knew I had to have you. I mean, why else do you think you ended up with me all these times your master was out? It’s because I told the others to let me train you even if it was temporary.”

“I had no idea, Master Skywalker,” you say truthfully, but also surprised at what you were hearing right now.

“I think we’re past all the formalities, don’t you? Call me Anakin,” he says.

“Anakin, I had no idea,” you correct yourself.

“That’s better. Now do you want to take this somewhere a little more… private?” he asks.

“Like where?” you ask playfully.

“Perhaps my quarters?” he suggests.

“I’d like that,” you say with an ear to ear grin, clearly showing you had gotten over your shyness.

“Follow me then,” he says before reaching his hand out to yours. You take his hand before he walks the two of you out of the room and into the dark halls of the the temple. The two of you look for anyone who may be lurking in the halls, but there’s no one. Before you know it, you guys have reached his room and that’s when he hastily opens the door and slams it just as hard.

He wastes no time before hungrily kissing you on the lips and pushing you against the wall of his room. The kiss is primarily fueled by pent-up desire that had been built up in the two of you for what seemed like forever.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this... wanted you," you pant against his lips.

"Trust me...I do," Anakin clarifies. He then moves his lips and latches them onto your neck, sucking roughly at the surrounding skin.

"Anakin..." you whine.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he responds.

"I want you to fuck me," you confess.

"You do, huh?" he rhetorically asks, already knowing the answer you would give him.

"Please Ani.. don't tease me," you pathetically say. You know how you sound right now, but you're too lost in the moment to care about any of that.

"Anything for you, baby," he coos.

With that, he swiftly grabs your hips before letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He guides the two of you toward his bed and gently lays you down. "I'm gonna treat you so well that you won't be able to think about any other man besides me... gotta have you all to myself, baby," Anakin says full of passion while undressing you until you're all bare for him and only him. He knows you want to undress him, but he stops you before you can even lay a hand on any of his garments. He starts to strip himself of any and all clothes he previously had on and maker, his body did not disappoint. Despite his age, he had kept most of the lean physique he had when he was in his twenties. His abs were sculpted to absolute perfection. The way his waist was so defined practically had you drooling. He was perfect in every way. Even his dick was. It was all red at the tip and sat upright, but the thing that stood out the most was how long and thick it was.

"Eyes up here, darling," he says with a slight laugh.

"I don't know if I can take all of that," you shamefully admit.

"You want it though, don't you?" Anakin asks.

"Yes."

That was all you had to say before he positioned himself on the bed and instantly inserted himself inside your tight pussy, giving you no time to adjust to his size as he thrusts into your greedy walls. You immediately felt full of his thick cock and felt yourself clench around him.

"Need to train this hole if you're gonna be all mine," he grits.

"Please!" you cry out, digging your nails into his defined shoulders, which only eggs him on even further.

"Need to ruin you for any other guys, yeah?" he goes on.

You can only nod your head yes due to the newfound pleasure filling your body. No other man had made you feel this good. Maybe it was because one of them had experience like Anakin did. Relationships were strictly forbidden for Jedi to have, but there were rumors about Senator Padme Amidala being pregnant with Anakin's children. You thought they were merely rumors, but that was before you had his cock deep inside your weeping cunt, thrusting until you were all raw and sore. Before tonight, you never knew that's what you wanted.

"Harder!" you beg of him.

"Poor little thing... hasn't been full of my cock for more than 5 minutes and is already begging for more" he tuts.

"Please, daddy!" you scream.

"That's right baby," he says in a soft yet promising tone.

Fulfilling your needs, he spreads your legs even further to get an even better angle of your pussy before animalistically pounding his fat cock into your swollen walls. You couldn't help but loudly moan at his movements. You knew you were giving other people the chance to hear what was going on, but you were too cock drunk to care. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the thin walls of the room and probably the entire hall, as a matter of fact. You felt too full to even form coherent thoughts. He wasn't planning on slowing down anytime soon now that you had given him the green light to go harder. He wouldn't stop until you were a crying mess.

A familiar feeling started to form as you saw stars in your blurred vision. You felt a rope of heat fill your stomach and knew you wouldn't be able to hold off for much longer.

"'M so close Master...please let me cum!" you cry out.

"Just hold on for a bit longer... wanna make you feel as good as possible," he replies. You nod your head at this and comply with his words. He suddenly then ruts his hips even rougher on yours, knowing you would be bruised for days to come.

"I'm gonna-" you start to say.

"Let go for me baby. I've got you... cum all over my cock."

With his permission, you finally let go and spill all over him while he's still fucking you through it. He groans at the feeling of your warmth around his hard cock and cums shortly after. He pulls out of you before lying down next to you. "You did so well for me, darling," he says in a reassuring manner.

Just as you're about to speak, there's a sudden knock on the door that alerts the two of you. The two of you rush to put your clothes on, not wanting to answer the door naked for whoever is on the other side. Once the two of you are fully dressed, Anakin opens the door and it's none other than your master Obi-Wan.

Shit, the two of you were screwed.

"I see that the two of you are finally done engaging in....activities. However, please remember that some of us were forced to listen to your obscenities. Please come with me otherwise you will be dealing with far worse!" he says in an almost lecturing dad tone.

This was gonna be a long night.

[loveelle]

Thank You, Jerry~ Part 6

Luke Patterson x Alive!Reader Series

Summary: After getting an afternoon free from the band, Luke decides to see his parents, only to find out something he wasn’t expecting.

A/N: Surprise! Guys, guys, guys, it’s over! Listen, I enjoyed writing this series, but it brought me WAAAAY more stress than it should have because it lined up perfectly with my writers slump. I wanted to write more for it, but I pushed this for almost two years and it was baaaaad. I might write an epilogue for it to tie up lose ends and thoughts, but I’m not promising anything because who knows how when that could be out. 

I am also trying something new with tags! I am so tired of adding taglists at the bottom of fics, so I made a taglist blog and it is @updates-from-elle​ and the idea is if you want to be tagged in fics, you follow that account and turn on notifications. I’m going to use it for this blog as well as my doctor who blog, so you would get notifs for both, just focus on the ones you want to read! That should be it! Hope you enjoy!

WC: 4K

Master

Part 6: Where do we go from here?

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Luke’s mind was racing as he sits in his friend’s silence, each of them processing everything Luke had told them about you and being Jerry. When he came back to the studio less than an hour ago, he knew he had to tell them everything, especially since he had disappeared for a whole day.

“This whole time you were lying to her?” Alex mumbles, bouncing his leg and chewing on his nail. Luke wasn’t proud of himself, but he nods.

“I was going to tell her.” He tries to defend but his friends all give him different looks of disbelief. Luke slumps back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. “Eventually.” He mutters and Julie throws her arms in the air.

She reaches for her phone on the table in front of everyone. “What are you doing?” Reggie asks, peaking over her shoulder as she searches through her contacts.

“Calling Y/N. Luke is going to explain everything to her.”

Luke’s eyes bug out of his head as he leaps across the table, snatching Julie’s phone out of her hand and holding it out of her reach.

“Give me my phone back!”

“No!” Luke’s desperate plea is ignored as Alex plucks the phone out of his hand and tosses it to the girl. “No, no, no, wait please- Don’t call Y/N, she’ll hate me!”

“She’ll get over it.” Julie says and taps the phone icon next to your name, hearing the little rings as she fakes a smile.

Alex and Reggie are holding Luke back from grabbing the phone again and Luke doesn’t know what to say until he shuts his eyes tight and shouts, “I’m in love with her!” The room falls quiet again and the only sound to be heard is Julie’s phone playing out your voicemail. Julie hangs up and Alex and Reggie’s hold on Luke disappear. They all take their seats once more, each in shock by Luke’s declaration, including the guitarist himself. Luke takes a shaky breath. “I know that I messed up.” He finally says, voice quiet and unsure of himself. “And I need to fix it.”

Luke was thankful your call went to voicemail. He needed to make things right, but he needed more time than this.

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This was bad. This was really bad.

It’s been 5 days since Luke had last seen you. 4 days since Luke was ready to tell you everything. 3 days since Luke started to get worried. 2 days since you last left Julie on read and sent her to voicemail. And 1 day since Luke first popped into your house when he had time between rehearsals at a time you and your dad typically eat dinner, only to see your dad eating at the table alone.

He didn’t want to assume anything happened, but he only had a few minutes to check on you. He hadn’t seen your truck in your driveway for a few days, and neither Julie or Flynn had seen it at school. He went into your room a few times today, looking for any sign of you, but besides how freakishly clean your room is for you, he’s seen nothing.

“I’m telling you,” Luke groans, throwing himself on the couch, “something happened to her. I know it.”

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Julie tells him, smacking his feet off the couch and taking their spot. “She’s probably just out busy or something.”

“And ignoring her best friends?” Luke asks, giving her a look that tells her he already knows the answer.

Julie’s quiet for a moment until she starts playing with the hem of her coat. “Well, there could be another reason.”

Luke furrows his brows for a moment, trying to figure out what she was talking about until it hits him. Before Julie can even call out his name, Luke disappears, reappearing in your bedroom. He looks everywhere, going through your desk, bedside table, even opening your closet.

A lot of your clothes were missing, and your suitcase which you kept on a shelf at the top was gone. You were gone. He throws the door closed, pacing back and forth as he tries to think of some reason, of any reason, why you’d leave and where you’d go. He stands in front of your photo wall, eyes darting back and forth until Luke notices something very obvious and very depressing. Every photo of you had of the band and you and the little scraps of paper you hung up for Jerry was gone. He runs his hand over where they used to be. He tugs on the leftover pinned corners of the photos and notes. Not only were they gone, they were torn from the wall.

Luke’s stomach falls.

You knew.

You knew everything.

And now you were gone.

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Luke didn’t think he was at your house for that long, but he collapsed on the bed, staring up at the ceiling he knew all too well as his tears dry on his cheeks. He didn’t hate that you knew. Secretly, he believes he was glad you knew, that he didn’t have to keep this a secret for any longer. But he hated that you found out on your own. He hated that he kept it a secret for months and you found out by yourself, probably believing you were lied to by all your friends. You were actively ignoring Julie, you didn’t say anything to the band, and you were just… gone.

The front door bell rings a few times as Luke sits up, knowing he should probably get going. Your dad opens the door as Julie stands there with a smile. “Can I help you?” Your dad asks, holding the door unknowingly wide enough for Julie to see Luke appear over his shoulder, his eyes red and puffy.

“Hi.” Julie sighs before looking back at your dad, “um, sorry. I’m friends with Y/N,” Your dad takes a deep breath and sighs. “I just haven’t seen her at school in a while and she’s not answering her phone. I just wanted to make sure she’s okay.”

“Julie, right?” Your dad asks and Julie smiles and nods. “Y/N talks about you all the time, I knew I recognized you from her wall.” He rubs his face before sticking his hands in his pockets and leaning against the door frame. “She’s fine. She uh, she decided she was going to go live with her mom for a while.”

“Her mom?” Luke pulls a face at your dad’s answer. You wouldn’t go live with your mom just because you found out the truth, would you?

“Her mom?” Julie repeats Luke’s question, hoping to get a bit more out of the adult. He nods, the smile he forces on his face was fake as Julie can see how sad the thought made him. “Um, thank you. If you talk to her, do you think you ask her to call me back?” Julie asks and your dad nods before seeing Julie off.

Luke joins her side only seconds after the front door closes. “She knows.” He says, making Julie jump as she walks. “She tore all of our pictures off the wall.”

“Maybe it was an accident.” Julie tries but Luke was unimpressed.

“An accident that only resulted in our pictures being gone and thrown in the trash?”

Julie stops walking with a frown. “She threw them in the trash?”

Luke shrugs. “I don’t know, I never found them.”

“So maybe she kept them.”

“I don’t know! But I do know one thing.”

Julie looks at Luke, her brows pulling together in wonder before her face falls. “Oh, please don’t tell me you’re going to-”

“I’m going to go see Y/N.”

---

Julie was calling you again.

You hit deny before powering off your phone, falling back in the sunflower field you were sat in. You just needed time. Living with your mom again was the last thing you wanted to do, but you only slept at her house and chose to spend your days here in the field or around the town. You just couldn’t be home with your friends right now. Julie most likely had no idea Luke was Jerry when you were telling her about him, but there was no way she didn’t know they were ghosts.

You were so lost in your thoughts as you watched the clouds dance through the sky that you didn’t hear the footsteps coming your way before a shadow falls over your face. “Hey.” You sit up a little, leaning on your elbows to look up at the girl standing in front of you, someone you hadn’t seen since before you moved with your dad. Kendall smiles down at you. “My mom thought she saw you out here in our flowers yesterday.”

You didn’t know what to say. She ignores you for months, hanging out with her new friends and thinks she can just show up while you’re struggling through things and pretend to be friends again.

At your silence, Kendall huffs. “Look, I don’t know what’s been going on with you lately since you moved, but you’re still my best friend. We went from texting or calling every day to whatever this is where I haven’t heard from you in weeks! And-and when I do, it’s like you’re not even you!” You stare at her, your lips part as you release a shaky breath because you had no idea what she was talking about. She picks at the flower in front of her, refusing to meet your eyes. “I miss my best friend.”

“I texted you.” you whisper, hearing your voice crack from its first use in a few days. Kendall meets your eyes. “I texted you and I called you and you sent me to voicemail.”

“What?” She gasps, taking a seat next to you. “No, I didn’t. I texted you every day for weeks and you ignored me.”

You shake your head and pull out your phone, scrolling through the unanswered messages from you to Kendall. What surprises you is when Kendall hands you her phone and shows you the same. Hundreds of text messages and outgoing calls from her to you that you never got. Kendall and you were beginning to put two and two together.

“Wait, show me my contact.” Kendall says and you show her phone number, nothing weird on your end. “Call me.” You do so, hearing the phone go to voicemail, but nothing pops up on Kendall’s phone.

You tilt your head, drawing your lip between your teeth before asking her to show you yours. You read the number on the phone before closing your eyes. “That’s not my number.”

Kendall’s quiet for a moment. “When was the last time I texted you?”

“Um, I don’t know.” You say and start scrolling through your texts. “I think the last time I saw anything from you was a few months ago and you left me on read because you were at Meredith’s party.”

“Meredith borrowed my phone.” Kendall whispered. Within just a few seconds, Kendall and you find your phone number sitting in Kendall’s blocked contacts.

“She blocked me.”

“That bitch.”

Your eyes widen. “Wait, you don’t like her?”

Kendall huffs out a laugh. “Like her? I hate her! She literally made your life hell.

“Then why were you hanging out with her and going to her parties?”

Kendall starts blushing as she avoids your eye contact. “Because she’s friends with Bailey. And Bailey is hot.”

Your mouth drops open in amusement. Leave it to Kendall to only hang out with your enemy for a cute girl. You start laughing, feeling immense relief that even after everything is over, you’d still always have her. Kendall slowly joins you in laughing, bumping her shoulder with yours as you both lay back in the sunflower field, enjoying being together once again.

When the laughter stops, Kendall speaks up. “Why did you come back?” She’s not mad that you’re here, you being here just made this one of the best days she’s had in a while, but she is confused. “I thought you’d never willingly choose to live with your mom again.”

You sigh, breathing out a laugh through your nose before you tell Kendall everything. Every little thing from moving into the new house, meeting Jerry, meeting Julie and the boys, getting to know Luke, and most importantly, being lied to by him.

Kendall doesn’t know what to say and her silence is scaring you a little. Finally, she takes the bag she was carrying and smacks you in the arm with it, repeatedly.

“Ow!” you say although she wasn’t truly hurting you.

“I’m sorry, but are you stupid?” She says and you push her away jokingly. “Y/N. It’s so obvious that you’re in love with him.”

“He lied to me, Kay. He’s still lying to me. How can I be sure he wo-”

“So, talk to him.” She interrupts you, grabbing your hand. “Look, what he did sounds stupid and awful and I don’t doubt you would love to ignore him and your new friends and never have to deal with the problem.” She knows you very well. “But I also know that those feelings you have for him aren’t going to go away and you are just going to eat yourself up inside until you figure out why he did what he did. I’m sure for some reason or another, Luke had a reason to pretend to be Jerry.” You know she has a point. And you know that this can’t just be a problem you push aside and ignore, just like the problem you thought you had with Kendall. Your phone buzzes on your lap, Julie’s contact lighting up the screen as Kendall and you sit up. She squeezes your hand one last time. “Talk to them. Then, come over to my place. You’re staying the night with me and not your mom.”

You watch as Kendall gets up and walks away, leaving you in the sunflower field with Julie’s call still ringing. With a final sigh, you answer the phone.

---

Luke was pacing back and forth in the studio, waiting for Julie to get off the phone call. The door finally opens and Julie steps inside. Luke jumps her way, followed by Alex and Reggie who were all worriedly waiting to find out what exactly is going to happen.

Julie glares at Luke before nodding and relaxing her shoulders. “She wants to talk to you.”

Luke’s legs almost give out in relief. “Is she still on the phone?”

Julie shakes her head. “She wants you to go to her. She said she’s in ‘her spot’, and that you’d understand what that meant.”

Luke’s face lit up almost immediately. He knew exactly what that meant. You were in the sunflower field.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Alex interrupts Luke’s happiness. “How are you going to get there? It’s not like you can poof there, you don’t really know exactly where she is, right?”

Alex had a point, but Luke knew he had to go. He had at least known the town you lived in, finding a sunflower field after that couldn’t be that hard, could it?

He smirks to all his friend and jumps a few times on his feet. “Wish me luck.”

The three of his friends all exchange different forms of worried glances before shouting ‘good luck’ before Luke is gone.

“He’s not going to find her, is he?” Reggie asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Alex claps him on the back before throwing his arm over the bassists shoulder.

“He’ll be lucky if he finds the town correctly.” The blond says and all three of them chuckle at their friend’s eager departure, yet happy to believe everything will be alright.

As long as Luke can find you.

---

Luke found the town, he had barely a problem there, the only real problem was the town was a lot bigger than he expected. He should have asked Julie to look up the sunflower field on her phone before he left. He didn’t even have a phone. He didn’t even know how to find or use a computer enough to even look for the sunflower field. Why couldn’t you have been somewhere easier to find? Like the town hall in front of Luke. Or that coffee shop right next to the town hall. Or with Kendall, who is walking into the coffee shop.

Luke’s eyes practically bug out of his head when he recognizes Kendall and he’s quick on his feet to follow after her with a smile. She was ordering when he pushes open the door, making the bell ring hard above the door. A lot of people jump at Luke’s arrival, including Kendall, as they all look his way but quickly gets back to their own conversations. Except Kendall. She looks away from Luke for the briefest of seconds before her eyes are locked onto him again and wide.

“You.” Kendall says, pointing at Luke and Luke’s smile quickly falls when he sees her frown and eyes narrow.

Luke’s words are rushed. “Where’s the field?”

Kendall is closer, her pointed finger almost pushing into his chest. “You!”

“Kendall!” He puts his hands in the air, taking a few steps back until he’s pressed again the door behind him. He almost yells.  “The field!”

“Behind my house!” She yells back but doesn’t move from her position. “But you go and you make things right and you apologize for breaking my best friends’ heart and you promise to never ever do it again or I will find you and I will make sure your ghost butt stays dead.”

“I will.” Luke promises her and Kendall’s hand falls a few seconds later and Luke can finally step away from the door, relief flooding through him.

“Good.” She nods.

The two of them stand in awkward silence for a moment before Luke clears his throat. “So uh, you know then? Abo-about everything?”

Kendall lets out a soft laugh before nodding. “You really messed up. Go fix it.”

Luke didn’t need to be told twice.

---

After getting the exact directions from Kendall, Luke was standing in front of the Sunflower field, knowing you were somewhere amongst the flowers. He closes his eyes before starting through the field, looking for you.

He can see your head, poking up amongst the flowers. You were pacing back and forth, barely as tall as the flowers around you. Luke just watches for a moment, unsure what exactly he is going to say until your eyes flicker up, finding his surprisingly fast.

Your breath stills in your throat and you want to look away so you don’t give away how much seeing Luke and knowing the truth hurts you, but you can’t. Instead, you remain eye locked with him as he slowly comes closer, gently pushing aside the flowers to get by.

You can’t make yourself say anything as Luke stops in front of you, his eyes softly locked onto yours. “Hi.” He manages to breathe out but you stay silent. His fingers twitch as he fights his desire to touch you, to take your hand in his and hug you or do anything to beg for your forgiveness. Instead, he simply stares at you, wishing he put a little more thought into what he was going to say instead of leaving without thinking.

Luke could feel the tears begin to build in his eyes, “I messed up. I messed up so badly and I shouldn’t have lied to you. I should have- I should have said something, told you the truth, told you anything. And I didn’t. I’m so sorry.”

It hurt to look at him. It hurt to be close to him. You wanted to yell at him, to put space between you both, to show him how much it hurt you to know everything was a lie.

But you couldn’t.

In fact, you did the opposite.

Instead of yelling, you close the distance. Your chests meet as your hand fall on the back on his neck, pulling his lips into yours. Luke grips your waist, scared he was imagining it all, that he could let go and you’d slip through his fingers.

Time stopped in the small sunflower field as Luke and you lose yourselves in the kiss, gently pulling each other closer than you had ever been and loving every second of it.

When time moves again, your forehead rests on his, your eyes and his were closed as you wiped away a tear falling down your cheek. “I wanted to hate you.” you finally say, your voice was quiet and broke with your words. “I wanted to hate you so much.” Luke couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours, no longer fighting his tears and resorts to wiping them as well. “I trusted you and you lied to me and you kept lying to me.”

“Y/N-“ he finally speaks but you shake your head and pull away.

You meet his eyes and barely muster a smile. “But I can’t hate you.”

Relief floods Luke’s body as he releases a breath and blinks away his tears. His hand finds your cheek and his thumb drags across the wet streak on your skin. You lean into his touch and your eyes flutter close for the briefest of moments. “I love you.” You say, placing your hand onto his. “And it doesn’t matter if you were Jerry or Luke, I think I loved you as both.”

Luke doesn’t know what to say, there’s only one thing he can say. “I love you too. I have for months now, and I didn’t know what to do about it.” He knows no matter how great, how amazing and perfect this moment is, he needs to explain himself. You deserve that.

And so, as the two of you lay down on the sunflower field and watch the sky fade from a bright blue lit up by the sun to a dark blue illuminated by the stars, you listened to Luke explain everything. He started with everything about meeting you and the months since then and about Jerry. You listened closely, not wanting to interrupt Luke as he played with your fingers, apologizing every so often when he imagines how you must have felt.

After a while, the two of you run out of words to say. You’ve moved closer to each other, Luke’s arm was stretched out and holding you as you were settled into his side, resting your head on his chest. His hand not wrapped around your body was still playing with your fingers, lacing them through his own as he smiles.

“I never thought I would see this.” He whispers, more to himself but with your closeness, you hear it. You hum and squeeze his hand before he returns the gesture along with a kiss on the top of your head. “So where do we go from here?”

Luke’s question catches you off guard. To be honest, you weren’t sure. You both knew he had a long way to go before he earns your complete forgiveness, but he would spend the rest of his afterlife trying. That wasn’t the only problem, however. He is a ghost, you are alive. You could never have a normal relationship, but as you lay here in his arms, you were certain of two things. The first was you didn’t want normal, you just wanted him. The second was you were absolutely in love with him, and it didn’t matter where you both went from here.

As long as you had your Jerry.

As long as you had your Luke.

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Read authors note about taglists! Thank you to everyone who has read, reblogged, and left comments/questions for this series, love you!

[giggly-squiggily]

squiggily my love how are you, i feel like it's been forever since i crashed in your ask box 🖤 i hope the universe gives you the queen treatment you deserve and i will just humbly leave my present in your courtroom and then show myself out to watch from my evil tower of evilness how you open the box and find *drumroooooll* a kny modern au scenario because i'm BACK BABY (moderately so i still need to write job applications but i'm back that's the point)

so anyway the scenario. and it needs to be modern au because. people are alive there.

i've been having some sabito brainrot and he would just be SUCH a horrifying ler, i know it. he knows exactly what teases get to his victim, he knows all their spots, he's agile enough to dodge attacks and strong enough to pin people down, he just has the full package. taking him down is literally impossible.

giyuu tries it. epic fail abort mission the absolute worst day of his life and he's had many of those so you know it's bad.

tanjiro tries it. EPIC fail, sabito is a substitute coach in urokodaki's dojo after all and he knows ALL of tanjiro's moves, it's hopeless.

nezuko tries it. failfailfail because yeah she's cute and dangerous but sabito is a teacher, he knows of the danger that comes from small people and once you see where kids stick their hands you become kinda immune to any kind of cuteness.

giyuu ropes his friends into it. some of them only need a little nudge ("i've been wanting to kill that guy for years" - "SANEMI"), some of them need extra encouragement ("and what's in it for me?" - "fun? exercise? come on kyo..." - "listen if you want this to happen you better treat me to some quality burgers because i won't risk my life for nothing") but in the end they do indeed end up trying their luck. emphasis on trying.

kanae and kyojuro fail spectacularly and publicly because they thought it was a smart idea to ambush sabito on campus. tengen and mitsuri fail embarrassingly because they have all this strength and at the end of the day it really does nothing. sanemi and obanai refuse to talk about it and akaza isn't sure whether he should be absolutely fuming at the defeat or ecstatic that he actually found someone whose martial art skills are on par with his own.

(shinobu and gyomei are smart enough to stay out of the mess and honestly good for them)

except there is one person who can actually take sabito down and that person is makomo. and getting the intel from her was always out of giyuu's pay league (she's EXPENSIVE) but now that sabito has humiliated all of his friends, tengen and his disgusting off-shore untaxed bank account are happy to chip in. and the trick is really just that sabito has one really weird spot but once you get that the rest of his spots sort of unlock like bonus levels and then it's bad. if you're just one person, getting the spot might be hard but well. they're eight now.

that's it i don't have any details after it i just wanted to share the setup. have the most lovliest wonderfullest day and stay hydrated, i will now go rewatch sk8 as i yearn for the ova they announced 🖤🖤

REY! 💖💖💖💖 Hello my love! It’s always a bright day when you come by! I wouldn’t say the universe is treating me very luxurious right now (shark week started and I’m hurting baaaaad 😭) I can’t wait to devour this delightful present! *opens it and gets smacked like a giant boxing glove full of modernAU goodies* YIPPIE! 🥰🥰🥰

SABITO HELP WHZHWJDJSJSJS He’s that one guy you just don’t expect to be so deadly in tickle wars? First glances are deceiving; with his sweet smiles and charming nature you’d think he’d be such an easy lee…BUT THEN- oh as you said; he is DIABOLICAL! Endless knowledge of everyone’s tickle spots combined with his endless agility and strength and there’s no one who can defeat him!

JANZJANZNSNNS SANEMI WHHSB 🤣🤣🤣 He’s so ready to kill good lord! And Rengoku is a MOOD! He’s not going down without proper compensation and I love him for it whsbbsbbsnsbs (Akaza reluctantly impressed is GOLD QJZNANZNSNND 🤣🤣🤣🤣🥰🥰🥰🥰) They all just kinda shuffle back defeated and Giyu’s genuinely concerned there’s no way to defeat Sabito

Makomo knows her worth like a true girlboss and I love her for it whsnwnsnwn TENGEN ABXBNWHSJS He’s not ashamed- Sabito took his built like a building down so fast whsnnwnsns I love the idea of Sabito having such a unknown spot qjsnnsnsns (I don’t know why- I’m thinking elbows; like- just above the joint if you squeeze it with the right pressure it’s like an on switch) He gets all giggly and then shocked cause “Wait that wasn’t supposed to happen” and now everyone’s looking at him like 👀👀👀😈😈😈 and he’s RUNNING!

It goes down in history as the greatest fox hunt of all time- Shinobu took pictures and everything (she needs blackmail for future endeavors) and now Sabito has to get even more creative with his tickly attacks to avoid said antics 🤣🤣🤣 God this AU is so GREAT!

Thank you for sharing Rey! This made my kinda iffy morning a lot better 🥰🥰🥰

[doodlebloo]

I haven’t watched a single qsmp stream but I am FASCINATED by whatever gay ass trist Tubbo Underscore has managed to get himself into this time.

From what I’ve gathered: Tubbo is an inventor/smth else that's mildly illegal and Fred (who may or may not be a literal bear but most definately isn’t fully human, or at least didn’t start that way) is a capitalist/factory worker/cult member, I still can’t tell but I think whatever it is is morally dubious. Not for Fred I don’t think, but just in general. Also is Fred an NPC in the way the eggs are? I have no fucking clue how the eggs work either actually. Either way, Tubbo is down BAAAAAD but Fred is decidedly not since his feelings are still up in the air atm. There are letters (?) both for and against gay feelings being present. However, any progress on said feelings have been halted becasue Tubbo got stood up on a date (not sure what led to that) but he only got stood up cuz Fred got his ass kidnapped by some other capitalists/maybe the mafia/the owners of…something. Also Tubbo went to cry about it to everyone else even though he might be a wanted man (as in for crime not in romance unfortunately for him) becasue Quackity is the gayest homophobe as is typical of him. Now everyone is waiting for Tubbo to maybe go on a heartbroken murder spree of revenge and maybe find Fred?

Am I close or not at all? 

You're pretty close actually. Ik this wasn't an invitation but here's my Frubbo crash course for someone who has never seen QSMP:

Fred is an NPC, meaning a QSMP admin logs on and plays as him. Very similar to the eggs.

Everyone on QSMP lives on an island. Island is run by The Federation. They're low-key evil and torture and kidnap people and such. Not good.

Fred works for the Federation and he's like the highest level of worker you can be. He's different from the lower rank workers because he doesn't have a life outside of work, doesn't understand most emotions, etc. He also says he has done terrible things in the past.

qTubbo finds and befriends Fred (and names him Fred. Fred sticks with it). Fred struggles with this bc he doesn't understand why Tubbo is being so nice.

Fred is worried his boss will get mad he's talking to Tubbo. They start exchanging letters instead (and affectionately refer to each other as their PenPal.) They also exchange flowers with each letter and make sure the flowers have the right meaning in flower language. Letters are signed off as "Yours, Faithfully" and start with "Dear,"

Fred finds out that Tubbo is in love with him. He panics and says he doesn't feel the same. Tubbo then apologizes in his letter for making Fred uncomfortable and doesn't start it with "Dear Fred," just "Fred".

Fred says seeing the letter without the Dear made his stomach hurt.

Pretty soon Fred all but asks Tubbo on a date to the movies (the same date Tubbo had been trying to ask him on the whole time.) Tubbo insists it isn't a date because he doesn't want to make Fred uncomfortable. Fred is kind of disappointed but they still go.

Fred buys Tubbo's popcorn. They watch Wall-E (bc they're just like Wall-E and Eve.) After the movie they sit in the dark together just talking.

Philza and Fit interrupt their date by pranking them. Fred the object of Tubbo's gushing affection is officially introduced to Tubbo's friends. It's a lovely date. They plan another.

Tubbo waits very patiently for the date but Fred never shows up. He's miserable.

Quackity kidnaps Fred. Quackity (rightfully) Hates the Federation because they did extremely fucked up things to him. He thinks Tubbo is a traitor for dating a Fed worker. Fred tells Quackity that he and Tubbo are happy together. Quackity makes Fred write a letter saying he hates Tubbo.

Quackity goes undercover as Fred but finds net 0 information except the fact that all of Fred's coworkers ship Frubbo and think that "love is love ❤️" 💀

Quackity confronts Tubbo and gives him the letter from Fred. Tubbo doesn't believe it for a second, says that yes it's Fred's handwriting but that isn't the way he talks. Quackity dips and Tubbo frantically rushes to find Fred.

Tubbo searches for days but finds nothing but dead ends. He's on the verge of a murder spree. His two besties, Pac and Fit (who are low-key in love themselves) are 100% behind him.

Tubbo is thrown into the current QSMP event, purgatory, before he's able to find his love.

Also Fred uses any pronouns, and Tubbo is on the Federation's bad side bc he keeps making giant server breaking machines that they have to make him dismantle kekw

[qupiikaaa]

This has nothing to do with relationships, but enjoy!

Who's Going To Jail?

Part 1

—Just Genshin characters that I think would go to jail and why

Modern AU(Yes all of the kids here are old enough to go to juvenile atleast where /live)

[Xiangling★香菱]

She would go to jail for....

Murder! Here's what I mean

She was about to cook something until she realized that there was something missing when she tasted it-it needed more meat, so she started to call some of her friends-She knew exactly what type of meat she wanted

In the end, Chongyun was the one friend that was free that day—Chongyun was used to make meat that day….

[Venti★通风口]

He would go to jail for…

Theft! Lemme explain

So he was at Angel's Share and he didn't have anymore money at the time because he already spent all of it on...well wine, but he wanted more, so he took the large wine glass that was sitting on the table and left not-so-sneakily

So in the end, Diluc ended up calling the cops This wasn't the first time Venti stole from the bar)and Venti was then arrested for 6 months

[Klee★克菜］

She would go to jail for.....

Arson! This one should be obvious lol

She was getting ready for bed until she remembered that she had a full bag of bombs in her backpack, so she hastily ran to her bag and pulled them out, not to look at them -To use them

In the end, Alice was pretty upset. Oh, and Klee ended up on Beyond Scared Straight.

[Diona★狄奥娜］

She would go to jail for.....

Arson! I can explain I swear

So despite this being a modern AU, she still hates the wine industry. She was walking around Mondstadt with her dad until she ran off somewhere, where she run off to? Angels Share.

Diona still had the bombs that Klee gave her the day before in her little bag that's on the side of her.

In the end, Diluc ended up with 1. a stolen bottle of wine and 2. A burnt down bar.

Tbh, I rlly want someone to ask for a part two :(

Also, this is from like a YEAR ago. Like, since before I even started writing fr. So it’s bad. Like it’s baaaaad.

[gyroshrike]

if there r no filler episodes in avatar then what about the great divide

Oooooh, I don't know if I want to go sticking my nose into potential Avatar Discourse, but I will just for this because I actually love this episode AND I have strong opinions over what people complain is "filler."

This probably isn’t going to be very organized or concise because if I try to make it too fancy, I’ll take forever to write it and never post it ahaha.

So, for starters, the only kind of episodes I refer to as "filler" is usually for when an anime series catches up to the manga chapters and the production team has to stall by making up new episodes to tide the audience over. To literally fill up empty space.

For example, Naruto episodes 143 through 219 are "filler" because they were never in the manga and they needed episodes while they waited before jumping into Naruto: Shippuden. Then they completely returned to the canon plot.

Filler is what I use to categorize new content written to act as a pause or spacer between canon plot arcs when they don't have enough canon content to work with. AND I usually tend to refer to episodes as filler when they are entire arcs, not just one episode or scene added for fun or to flesh out plot or characters. I'll elaborate on this later.

If a writer goes in, writes a script, and consciously makes the decision to have an episode as part of the story... that's not filler.

People seem so caught up on the Main Plot that they jump to label anything that doesn't technically contribute to moving it along as filler. These people aren't considering that it's not just Plot that makes up storytelling. Every episode of Avatar contributes to the overall experience in some way.

They flesh out the characters—either themselves as people or their dynamics with each other. We get to see motivations, how they think, how they handle different conflicts, who they are as people.

They contribute to world building—the world of Avatar is so rich and interesting, on it's own, but also in its current state of transition as a land shaped by war and refugees.

Immediately this episode visits 1.) the themes of Aang's role in solving conflict and 2.) Katara and Sokka's differing ways of doing things.

Aang is not above simple motivations. Custard tart. He's not some all knowing wise man, he's a person who gets hungry, gets driven by silly things. We also get to see something very important. Aang gets angry, but not very often, so it’s impactful to see what makes him angry. He's not above getting fed up with bullshit. He's realistic and rounded! He gets a chance to get angry at people selfishly putting lives at risk.

There's two rival clans who have the same goal and Aang agrees to protect them on their journey and help keep peace between them. The conflict between the two clans have origins so long ago neither of them can prove which origin story is true, but they are determined to cling to their hate for the other and refuse to work together to the point of endanger their own lives and the lives around them. And right when the fighting is about to come to a head, Aang steps in to say he knows the TRUE origin story and the conflict was actually just a big misunderstanding.

He... He LIES. Aang LIES to end this conflict that doesn't matter! And I think that's so cool. The first time I saw this episode, I thought to myself, "Ah, well that's really lucky that Aang knew those guys. I guess Being 100 Years Old plot point saves the day again. That doesn't bother me, but wow, it sure is a convenient thing." Then, out of earshot, AANG REVEALS THE TRUTH. He totally made up that story! There was no coincidence! That blew my mind as a kid! And that is so much more realistic and it gives us such cool, interesting insight to Aang's character. Aang's moral compass is very strong and he will fight for what he thinks is right. But he's also not unreasonable or stupid to get so hung up on what's "good" or "bad" on paper because, "Oh nooo, lying is baaaaad. We can't do thaaaaat it's wroooong." Which is something I feel like we expect out of characters like him. We see him lie, we see him steal, we see him cheat.

I really think this is a great example of how Aang believes in spreading joy and reducing suffering in the world above all else. Not black and white morality and rules of what a good person is or is not supposed to do.

I feel like shows that have morals to teach often rigidly set their "good" characters (especially characters like Aang) to Never Do Bad Things Ever (which is why Avatar is so good, because it challenges that.)

Lying was the right choice there! It was the smart choice! Aang's job is to keep peace and he made a choice to tell a lie that wouldn't hurt anyone in order to create peace. Between two rival clans! Who have been rivals for a century! And it having such a stupid solution really reflects how stupid the conflict was. It's also a good example on how history can get totally warped until no one knows the truth anymore, but these clans would rather cling to forgotten half-truths and hate each other than seek a solution for a better future.

This episode even lets us see a bit into Katara and Sokka as characters too. Katara sided with the Gan Jin because she believed they were the victims and had the moral high ground. Sokka admits to taking the Zhang’s side, "Because they fed [him]." That's still the show taking time to flesh out these characters for us and deal with a type of conflict they haven't before. We now understand the siblings better as characters!

This episode also gave us more inside into the lengths that people of the world have to go to in order to escape the war. It’s not just this one town or this one group of people. It’s everyone who is feeling the effects of the Fire Nation. We see examples of it over and over and over again and I feel like that is important.

The argument about fun, silly, or side plot episodes being "filler" makes me angry because if those episodes DIDN'T exist, people would complain about the reverse. I can't tell you how many times I've seen people critiquing shows or other media for having too many characters and not taking time to develop them all, for being all action and not taking time to breathe, for not showing us the characters domestic sides or letting them have fun.

Shows deserve to have down time, as do the characters, either literally or from the main plot. It lets us see fun new sides of them, see them dealing with situations we haven't before and in almost all episodes that I see people calling filler, but were written intentionally, we get so much fun character development or insight which is a GOOD THING.

Revisiting the anime thing, let me be clear, I don't think ALL extra episodes or scenes added that weren't in the original iteration is filler. In the Boku No Hero Academia anime, we see a whole pool scene added that wasn't in the manga, along with a scene of Bakugou and Kirishima walking together afterwards (I THINK that wasn’t in the manga, sorry if that’s wrong). These scenes give us just a bit more sense of the class's dynamic outside of school and the growing friendship between Kirishima and Bakugou, which becomes plot relevant later. These kinds of things help better establish the emotional ties between the characters and make it more believable and satisfying when high stakes emotional conflict happens.

In Spy x Family, the anime made a much bigger event out of Anya's school acceptance celebration, a whole episode. Just because they close to drag it out and give it fanfare it didn't get before doesn't mean it's filler. It was just fun! It was just breathing more life into what was there! And that scene gave us an exciting way to see the lengths Loid, Yor, and Franky are willing to go to make Anya happy, (even if Loid frames it as being part of the mission) while giving us the audience a darned good time.

The Owl House production got cut down and basically all the "filler" episodes had to be ditched. Luz pretty much says in the show that we lost out on a beach episode! And we were pissed about that! Everyone would have loved a beach episode! That's what happens when you cut "filler" stuff. We lose out on fun shenanigans and seeing our heroes and how the operate in domestic settings, because people can be very different people in the "battlefield" verses in a home. Or in a dangerous situation verses a fun or safe one. Hunter basically didn't know what to do at first in a safe environment. That's an important thing to learn about characters!

Characters just doing things has meaning. It has use. It has weight. Your story is as much your characters and world as it is your plot. Fleshing out any of those is worth taking the time to do so.

[Aang hate is not welcome on this post]

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Tagger: @hexenjagd // Oh you~ Name: TK! Pronouns: He/They Most Active Muses? -- Mary, both here and in FFXIV -- "URIEL", an OC that I can best describe as 'What if John Carpenter's The Thing was a psychic emotional vampire and was trying to figure out human coexistence on a whim. -- Tsengel Malaguld, my FFXIV main who is a big loving himbo as a facade for a calculating lizardman terminator.

RP PET PEEVES: Oh you aren't ready for this list. Where to begin?

God-Modding is the old adage. When someone can't let anyone give them consequences for their actions. Whether it's saying heinous stuff, assaulting other RPers and then refusing to acknowledge attempts to settle the score, etc. etc. People who refuse to take what they dish out. Most recently this was someone who "avoided all the guards trying to tie her down because she assaulted a man in public because she's really flexible". If it comes down to two people not knowing how to solve a scuffle, please roll. That's wat luck and the dice are for.

People who refuse to engage in what's going on group-wise and then complain that there's nothing to do. This is very particularly targeted to some people outside of the RPC here but I wanted to throttle you. 'I'm not engaged in [Group Activity]', well I apologize but 20 other people were. You are not giving me critique or constructive criticism by saying 'I'm bored.'

Oh, my god, people who just enter a chat to say 'I'm bored.' as though they're expecting people to spoon-feed them with interaction.

Loops back to the god-modding point but "I'm too powerful for you, so I'm gonna no-sell anything you do to express the difference in our power levels." like, dude, get hit, at least give the person you're fighting the pleasure of seeing their blow push you in the dirt a bit. Have a reaction rather than "haha no *punches back with anime*". >// Multiversal RP is fun until the Anime character wants to fight.

"I am strictly into [x] so if you're anything other than something I wanna fuck then I'm going to be extremely hostile to you and casually and vocally espouse how much everything other than [x] is awful and will cite it often as a reason why I refuse to engage in any RP in this public area.' >// Unfortunately, this has happened multiple times, much to the detriment of peoples' safety and comfort in public spaces I've been in. Moderators have refused to step in, and the behavior has been allowed. ://///

"My Character is Vocally Racist." You suck. You chose to pretend like that's a character trait. You're choosing to make every minority who's experienced that shit IRL to see it again in the middle of their feel-good hobby. 'It's realistic' and you're the one choosing to bring that realism into a space for people to enjoy. Costs you zero cents not to make your characters straight up bigots.

That's all I got for now, but I could keep going, I'm sure. Sorry to just splurge all over main; I've had some baaaaad RP drama go down in the last few months in other mediums/RPCs.

LEVEL OF RP EXPERIENCE: Hah. Haha. Been RPing for 16 years about now. Started back in SPORE while coming up with little stories for my creations, and RPing out diplomatic relations with other people, to going to the JoeyRay's Bar forums for StarCraft 2 where I actually picked up proper narrative RP. Then I went to DeviantArt, RP'd in the chatrooms and learned sauciness (way too young, but oh well), and then was brought over to Tumblr by my ex who showed me @axemurderercreighton back in the day. And I've stuck here, through UNDERTALE, through Skype, through Discord, through playing FFXIV. Always back to here as a casual place to RP.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT? Angst is the most reliable, but I know I write good smut and it lets me play out fantasies. Fluff is fun, but in moderation. Too much of it and you grow stagnant. Angst brings with it conflict, and conflict drives stories onwards. Smut is the victory lap, and if that also helps serve conflict, then fuck yeah, two-for-one!

PLOTS OR MEMES? Give me a skeleton of a plot an we'll fill in everything in between. I prefer spontaneity to a firm constellation of everything that will happen for years down the line. Improv is the spice of life. Memes facilitate the funniest stuff that's happened in RP, but you wouldn't get there without plotting and having relationships with others. So... cop-out answer, but both.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES? I err on the long side. But at the barest minimum... - Respond to what your partner has given you to work with (usually matches their length pretty well). - Offer insight into my characrer's thoughts or feelings or give them a general action to help immerse in the setting/scene. - Give my partners something to reply/respond to.

However long that all takes is how long my replies will tend to be.

TIME TO WRITE? Whenever I can. When I'm at work I'll steal Discord replies, when I'm waiting for bad lights I'll type and respond. When I'm in the bathroom -- you get the idea. Discord is my preferred method because I can respond without having to have icons or formatting or what have you. It's easier to just throw random ideas like darts on a board, and I get more clear notifications when someone's responded to me.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE? For better or for worse, I put a lot of my anxious thoughts and my paranoia into Mary. I put a lot of how she overthinks based on my own ideations, and in a way... all of that is merged with a lot of how my wife acts. Almost any time I write Mary and you feel the love that I put into her actions, it's because I'm basing that on things I've seen and experienced intimately. She always had this role in my mind of 'cold woman who is accidentally adorable' but -- it took seeing someone who I found absolutely adorable to find the life-inspiration and information to properly convey that and bring it to life in a way that was natural and earnest.

.........God that was so much I'm so sorry for splurging. Tagging: @yellowfingcr @urbanumviolentium @bidotheuncanny @theblackwarden @tinyredrose (to surprise some of you whenever you get back, ehehe)

Thanks again to Cat for @ing me. It's been fun!

[1ore]

i've been enjoying seeing your rambles about your characters - would you want to infodump about yuri six-cants :D? how did the name come to you? (and anything else you wanna share ofc!)

Yuri is so funny because I wish I could say I had Deep Lore ™ for him, but his entire schtick is that he feels very deeply and everything happens so much in guild tours 2 ):

BUT STILL! I'll try… it’s good for me to write these things down because I do enjoy keeping character journals when I play RPGs.

Yuri came to Kryta from Ascalon, sometime during his childhood. He is Ascalonian, or at least mixed Ascalonian, and probably lost his family to the (then ongoing) conflict between the Legions and Ebonhawke. I’m not sure how much he remembers about Ebonhawke, the conflict, or his family, but he’s not as torn up about this as people expect him to be. It’s possible his folks weren’t exactly star parents, or were largely absent due to their involvement with the war, or that he was just too young to really form an impression of them.

Either way, he grew up a little terror petty thief in Divinity’s Reach. You might say he raised himself, but I think he’d say that he was raised by the city. Where others learned to rely on themselves and trust only in their own abilities, I think Yuri learned the value of making lots of little connections all over the place. He was a cute little snot of a kid, and while I think he was well aware of what he could get away with, he was never cruel or mean-spirited about it. Even today, he can put up a blasé, devil-may-care facade that’s so infectious, people find it hard to stay mad at him. (nevermind that they’ve been liberated of their pocket change as well as their resentments.)

Speaking of which, his ‘surname’ Six-Cants is really just a moniker he picked up as a thief. Cants are cryptic languages that are typically used to communicate in secret, a famous example being the thieves’ cant (ofc.) “Six-Cants” probably signals that he’s multilingual and good with codes (or at least 6 of them LOL.) It also made me laugh because it sounds like six-can’ts… though now that i know more about him, I don’t think he’s ever said “sorry, I can’t” to anyone in his life.

(Aside: Even though he’s not doing the pickpocket thing these days, he never went back to using his family name. In part because “six-cants” is just what everyone knows him as, but also because he doesn't feel attached to his old name and doesn't really like to signal to others that he’s Ascalonian. Colonial baggage.)

The next parts of his story are ~consistant with the route i took for his in-game personal story, at least in broad strokes. I’ll give you the sparknotes version and you can fill in the gaps.

At some point, Yuri gets in over his head with some baaaaad boys in a reckless effort to bail out his childhood friend. This gets him in enough trouble to uhhhhhhhhhh

oh weird I don’t know how those got there. Anyway. This gets him in enough trouble to make enemies in high places, and also some friends.

Yuri gets swept up in Seraph drama because a certain captain of the guard (not naming names) can’t stop blowing up his inbox, after he saved the guy's skin. Thus begins the running joke that Yuri throws himself head-first into Situations and Scenarios because he can’t say “no” to a boy. Does he have a stupid little crush? Of course. Does he break into his office with takeout, secure in the knowledge that he’s legally untouchable because he’s in logan’s pocket? honestly I think he was too busy doing things for the boy to have time to break the law. Nevermind the thick haze of heterosexuality that follows Logan around like axe body spray. and also whatever he and Rytlock have got going on. and also his charr macroaggressions.

Yuri’s judgement and taste in men are both very hit or miss. Heart of gold! Dumb of ass. So it goes: he is hopelessly strung along by the greater Krytan polycule.

(This is a good time to mention that all of this is punctuated by regular gossip sessions with his best friend Ximone, who is @soulfullofold's charr character. Not sure how they met, but I have a feeling they go way back... Maybe all the way to Ebonhawke. Anyway.)

Luckily The Horrors turn Logan’s attention away from Divinity’s Reach, which inevitably means Yuri has to go on some kind of quest to resolve the issue. This is how he gets swept up in Vigil drama, and

…Oy vey, 0 for 2. He meets a man named Forgal, who exits his life as quickly as he enters it. Yuri refuses to discuss this further with anyone.

Being that the scope of the problem is now a Zhaitan-shaped abyss looming on the horizon, it becomes apparent that the Vigil can’t handle the problem alone. And really, neither can Yuri. He blinked and his little dude errands became big errands. Very very big and existential errands. How's he coping?

Poorly.

These "errands" take an incomprehensible toll on his psyche. But take heart! Because he's doing it all for .

(sighs my lungs out completely)

a boy.

fellas.

oy vey.

I'm happy for him. really I am. but I Had A Feeling about Trahearne from the moment they met, what with the pattern we've established, and a quick glance at the spoiler section of the GW2 wiki confirmed my doubts.

(^^^ thank-you cat crumb for this image that lives rent free in my brain)

but that's neither here nor there. Yuri and I are still forging our way through the Living World Season 1 + 2 intermission stuff. And for now, he's happy! h aha !

I have Thoughts about what kind of arc he will go through in the future, but I'm also trying to pump the breaks and enjoy the game LOL. He just has such a big heart and a lot of love to give. He could probably have a better picker and do less cosmically important things for dangerous boys, but ach, nae, the heart wants what the heart wants.

he's probably going to be fine.

[the-cat-chat]

October 15, 2022

The Fly 2 (1989)

The almost-human son of "Brundlefly" searches for a cure to his mutated genes while being monitored by a nefarious corporation that wishes to continue his father's experiments.

JayBell: Well well well...what to say about this gem. I went into this movie knowing that is was going to be a shit show. And it was! In that way, I guess you could say it met my expectations exactly.

I actually didn’t mind the plot on paper. The idea of a lab-raised, monster-spawn, former child experiment going on a justified rampage of revenge sounds pretty fun. I also liked the idea of Martin curing himself with the same machine that led to his disease. They even give Martin an interesting moral dilemma: you can cure yourself but only if you doom another person in exchange. The execution is where it falls apart entirely.

The writing is just not good, and the acting leaves much to be desired. The character motivations are juvenile. The lab’s supposed purpose is to use the teleporting machine in order to cure people, and they really want Martin to turn into Martinfly so they can kill and study him. But why? How is studying his dead monster corpse going to help the lab at all? The lab’s handling of Martin’s case is unrealistic even for this super unrealistic scenario.

Watching the romance was painful, and I wish they focused more on Martin’s treatment at the lab and less on romance. For one, they actually time skip over the development of the whole relationship (also what’s with the stupid fly fishing gag??). So I never developed any attachment to them as a couple at all. And when they had their big “conflict,” it didn’t really have the impact that it should have. The resolution happens like two minutes later with no drama and no consequences, so what’s the point of having that conflict at all?

A few other things to note: the doctor/lab lady was mean and cruel for no discernible reason at all, and the random security guard was similarly perverted just to be perverted and provide “conflict.” He also has an unreasonable amount of power for a guard.

On a slightly positive note, it’s just as gross as you’d expect it to be, which makes it gory and disturbing (all good for a horror movie).

All in all, it felt like they were trying to force a repeat of The Fly, but with worse writing, less emotional impact, and none of the charisma of Jeff Goldblum.

Rating: 2.5/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: I thought The Fly (1986) was traumatizing. Okay?? And yes, I thought about it for days after we watched it. Okay?? But this, THIS….. was somehow more horrifically traumatic than the 1986 movie. Okay??? And AT LEAST in that one we get to stare at a shirtless, nerdy, young Jeff Goldblum that despite the terrible hair…. (let’s just all be honest) was a looker. OKAY!!!! I will think about this until I black it out from my entire brain.

I knew it would be bad, but come on. The whole concept is out there, sure, but this this was Baaaaad. I thought the 5.1/10 on the internet was just haters not knowing true art when it was right in front of their faces. No a 5.1 is generous. The story is sooo boring and sloooooooow. And the concept that he’s five years old….just without anymore detail….. just gross. And why was the security guard such a gross freak?

And my bigggggest complaint is the dog. The poor dog! And how did they make it look like that?? And it was sooo sad. I had to look away. Actually scratch that, I have another complaint that might be more pressing. Had ANY of these people EVER seen a FLY????? Like it wasn’t enough to do the usual thing for special effects like they did in the first one- no they did that and then more! Like this thing was a giant evil gremlin. And the weird cocoons and goo on things. Ugggg. And scratch that bc my actual complaint that will haunt me FOREVER is Mr. Bartok getting what he deserves and being turned into a giant blob with just an eye and some teeth hanging out. I’m DONE. It was gross. Like they somehow did a good job with these awful things while also doing a terrible job. And I don’t know which has scarred me for life.

And least just be honest with ourselves okaaay for my own sanity. DO NOT tell me that there was no way Jeff Goldblum couldn’t have figured out how to turn himself completely human again. And THAT, that’s where the real problem of all of this lies.

Rating: 2/10 🪰 flies (it’s disrespectful we watched this the week before Jeff Goldblum turned 70)

[darkwing-katy]

Lost asks: 📖👯‍♂️👕

Lost asks found here!

📖 Pick a few characters and assign them superlatives (here are some more!):

-Best Eyes: Benjamin Linus (I’m putting this on here because I’m obsessed with him and his big wet eyes okay)

-Cutest Couple: James “Sawyer” Ford and Juliet Burke (they’re ADORABLE and I want MORE); Charlie Pace and Claire Littleton are runners-up

-Most Likely to Cheer You Up: Hugo “Hurley” Reyes

-Separated at Birth: Danielle and Alex Rousseau (yes this is also mean oops)

-Most Likely to be Drawing in Class: Charlie Pace (maybe he’s drawing, maybe he’s writing song lyrics, but either way he’s not paying attention)

👯Which character is most like you and why?

I think I’m most similar to Hurley. Between the constant pop culture references, the trying to cheer sad people up, the love of simply caring for people, and the tendency to be overdramatic about things that seem silly (“THE NUMBERS ARE BAAAAAD!!!!!” and blowing up the ship of dynamite??? Love it). Also I may not see dead people, but by golly, I talk to imaginary characters all the time because it’s fun and I get bored.

My husband does say I have my Ben moments a lot, though. Sometimes Ben will do something incredibly manipulative and husband will poke me in the ribs really hard ‘cause I’ve done something similar before, so make of that what you will.

👕 What is your favorite outfit/costume from the show?

I dunno why, but I love Ben’s pastel green shirt that he wears for the second half of season 3. Love it more when it’s covered in blood splatters because that man looks fantastic covered in blood. Yes, I do have a problem and no, I will not be taking comments on it (just kidding; I can and I will).

Also basically anything Ben wears off-Island.

I really feel like either Kate or Juliet had a shirt I was obsessed with but I cannot for the life of me remember what it was. If it was a Kate shirt/outfit, it’s when she’s off-Island and one of the Oceanic 6, and if it’s Juliet, then it’s…I have no clue when it would be.

[xxxelectrickingxxx]

random nye updates lol

so we realised we’re a system this year, well more so accepted it. im still the host and all, but i wont share my actual name here or the collective name just bc you know secret blog and all

i got a girlfriend, which is new. shes great, i feel like im way out of my league with her. im actually writing this in my friend manic sys’ living room with my group (yeah i finally got one) who doesnt know yet. we’re gonna kiss before the ball drops tonight.

i finally survived a year with one group, and guess what? it wasnt the club i was running. i actually quit that last year october. shocking, never thought i would leave that until i died. well it burnt me out baaaaad. oh well, saved that now.

been updating livejournal still every now and then. been getting happier in them, which is nice. my pinned posts are still the depressing ones haha.

i cant say i really wanted to taste skittles before, but i mean this year has changed my mind. kinda addicted to the taste now lol.

oh god what else happened this year.

oh yeah, comicon was epic again, becoming my birthday tradition now. i love it, even if its $40 haha. my gift from my friends is coming with me.

may have accidentally showed my gf the username for this blog while typing. were here at manic’s place because its their birthday, but also because we did our kris kringle together, and because we’re watching the nye countdown together. its funny, i dont think i imagined dumb hangs like this with the friends we had before. this feels realer, and raw, and dumb, and like living.

i dont even know about the musicals on the tv with shitty sound quality, but you know what, i dont mind different noises. its chicago, i know that at least.

updates, yeah, not just now things. ive still been volunteering, a bit more now. im with some group that makes music events for our town. its fun, you should try it.

you know what fuck it, i will use my name on here. im remi.

new year, not so new me, but true friends.

[langefamily]

Athena's teenage birthday and then Chase getting old.

Omgggg soo.. Cleopatra from a very young age was a prodigy - I mean she was extremely smart and was focused on getting into medical field. She reached top of both the medical and science careers, Cleopatra really wanted to actually change something about the world, she wanted to help. Later she founded the first clinic in Seyda Neen (seen in the pic) and worked everyday, researching, studying and helping. But she was unhappy in her personal life.

My god, the Aurelius, he was such a womanizer which ultimately led him to some baaaaad deicsions and horrible situations. He completely toyed with all women - obviously he was very attractive, successful, extremely wealthy and intelligent. It wasn't to difficult for him to get women but omg.. It started with Sydney (in the purple sweater), then came Danielle and then also Bella (btw Danielle and Bella were sisters), those were the main 3 women he constantly had some kind of affair or drama with, there were many other in the meantime but it was nothing significant, just going on dates and having fun (wink wink) so I don't even remember them. I could write a book about all the situations involving him, Bella, Danielle and Sydney.

Lauren getting older as well..

[maxkirin]

Does it matter if you went to college for writing books? I did go but the scholarships for college I got were from people who told me creative writing was not a real career and I was encouraged to chose a different major and I ended up dropping out but I still want to write (I just did not want to teach English) books but i was told before you needed connections to get published, even though I think that is not true anymore but all of it had a really negative impact on my ability to write. I still have ideas I want to put down but I feel like I don’t know how to write even a little bit after several years of having to set it aside for a career I don’t want.

Thank you for your question! There's a lot I want to cover so don't mind me breaking your question down 😊🌻

1) Do you need a college/university creative writing education to write books?

Nope! And anyone who tells you otherwise is trying to gatekeep you. I had a very good, and very lovely experience with my creative writing professor in college—but I have heard nightmare stories from people who paid good money at fancy universities just to have a professor waste their time with bad, bad, baaaaad writing advice.

You want to know what we did in my writing courses? We wrote. The teacher gave us prompts. We wrote in class. We gave each other feedback. We would sometimes have a theme or writing element we were working on, but it all felt secondary. To me, the goal of that class was to give us the room to comfortably write and talk about our craft.

You don't need to go to college to do any of that. In fact, I did some of my best learning once I got out of college. You want to get better at writing? Here is what I recommend:

Write

Read Books

Get Feedback

That's it. Writing keeps your mental tools sharp (and it's also very fun). Reading helps you see what works and what doesn't. Getting feedback helps you get out of your head and look at your writing from another person's point of view.

2) How do you get back into writing when you haven't done it in a while / you feel like you have lost your touch?

For better or worse, the answer is quite simple.

You get back to writing.

Pick a story you've been meaning to work on for a while, or create a new one, and write a little bit every day you can. That's it. I know it sounds the opposite of easy or simple, but that's the truth.

Writing is a verb. It is something you do.

Think of it like this: if you wanted to get back into running marathons after a long hiatus, how would you go about it? Well, it's simple enough: you would get back into running, little by little. It's the same.

Take baby steps. Write a little at first. Get your writing-legs back. And be consistent. That's really all there's to it. Trust me, I've been kicked in the butt and had to crawl back to writing more times than I can count. The solution is always the same: start writing again.

3) Do you need connections to get published?

I think anyone reading your question can agree that whoever you talked to was reaching for reasons to discourage you. I'm really sorry you had to go through that.

Now, about connections…

In this day and age going viral is the new hotness. A traditional publisher might be more interested on your social media numbers than anything else. It probably wouldn't hurt to have connections, but that's an old way to look at things. Honestly, the person who told you that was probably also of the mind that you had to submit to literary magazines to get noticed. No offense to all the literary magazine enjoyers out there, but that isn't as important as it once was.

There are many ways to get noticed now, and you don't even have to aim for a traditional publisher if that's not part of your goal.

At the end of the day, don't let other people's opinions or worries about publishing keep you from creating the stories that speak to you, call to you to write them.

I can only speak for myself, but I don't write books to get published.

I publish to make money. I write because it's fun, and because I want to fill this world with wholesome, queer, absurd stories. 🌈📚

— M. Kirin

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Hey! I’m so glad your requests are open cuz you blog SLAPS. If you get the chance could you write jeff while his partner is getting their first tattoo?

I just got my first, it’s a hummingbird:)

God I wanna get a tattoo so baaaaad I have so many ideas. I'm glad you got your first :]

In my canon, Jeff is COVERED in tattoos. His arms are decked out, his legs are splattered, his back is close to full- Shit, it's even canon that he has 'bastard shenanigans' across his chest as a joke tat. He's no stranger to the inking needle, and so once he finds out you want to get your first tattoo he is practically vibrating with excitement about it, and he's definitely your hype man for it.

He also absolutely recommends a bunch of tattoo artists to you, because he knows who's good at their shit and who to avoid like the plague. It doesn't matter what type of tattoo you wanna get, he knows who to take you to and will be there to encourage and support you. If you're fine with it, he'll even keep you company while you're in the chair. He'll joke with you to distract you if you're feeling the pain, or if you're fine, he'll just be telling you encouraging words about how you're doing great and you're gonna love it.

Once you have the tattoo, he's showering you with praise in how it was such a good choice, how it looks great on you, how he's so happy for you. He also keeps strict with you on your tattoo hygiene to make sure that you don't end up with an infection and the tattoo stays in good condition. If you ever want to get any more tattoos in the future as well, Jeff would love to bounce ideas back and forth with you on the subject matter, as he's got a TON of tattoo ideas, and the thought of discussing them with you has him extra excited.

[lambo-san]

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[leatherbookmark]

hhh i know incest is ~disgusting~ and people who just think qs/jgy is Icky Bleugh don’t want to write or think about it, which is valid etc, but what i’d like to see and write... is, qin su/jgy/both finding out before the wedding, going through the initial shock and then... realizing their feelings/attraction didn’t magically disappear.

this relationship is, i feel, rather unanimously considered more of a tragedy, of harm done by one person to another rather than an actual relationship, and considering how little we know about their actual feelings, especially early on, i think it’s understandable.

but also i think it would be super juicy, crunchy and nutritious to me personally if the reveal -- whether only to jgy, or to them both in a “qin su was hiding in jgy’s closet when madam qin was there” way, or to them both in a fanficcy “someone else discovers it, calls them and a couple of besties to an impromptu meeting and springs the news down on them, which thereupon Solves Everything” way -- only made their feelings and desire stronger.

qin su almost definitely has at least one older brother, but whatever -- gege kink. jgy would fucking suffer and normally i love him and don’t want him to suffer, but horny suffering is a completely different story, and, well. and if they can’t cancel the wedding and decide to just Treat Each Other Like Siblings Friends? the additional terrible hilarily of being delirously in very bad, forbidden love with your Lawfully Wedded Spouse.

i want their hands to accidentally brush during breakfast, only for them to jump and/or shudder and/or go wen red. the maids giggle quietly after that, because oh! look at them, they still haven’t realized they’re married and can touch each other however they want, hehe! i want the Painful Longing Gazes across the room. i want someone, probably from jgs’s generation, to make an unsubtle jokes about the young couple’s proclivities, and for jgy to briefly consider going Screw Everything I’ve Fought For All My Life and just killing that dude. i want them to touch -- a kiss, on the palm, on the cheek, on the lips; perhaps more kisses; perhaps one kiss that turns into more that turns into a frantic fuck on the floor -- and vibrate out of their bodies afterwards because it was so good but also sooooo baaaaad but also so fucking good want it again like 8273 times.

i just think it would be so stupid and so, so good for me.