#because I'm a basic bitch and couldn't resist

[nondescriptrock]

Since you were interested in him, here is art that I made for Connie's birthday ft. Max (his boyfriend)

(I'm looking at you specifically @konnorhasapen)

[minhosimthings]

In Love with a Stripper

Request: hiiii! I love your work and I came up with this smut with a plot thing so it'll be great if you write it! So basically sunghoon and you are fuck buddies and so hoons friend got him a stripper for his birthday and it was you bc you filled up for your friend on that day and yeah yk yk mean dom!hoon punishing yn OMG.

Pairings: Sunghoon × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, reader is a stripper, reader wears revealing clothes, dom!Sunghoon, fem!reader, degradation, oral (f receiving), anal sex, breeding kink, orgasm denial, p in v sex, unprotected sex (nope), swearing, mentions of pregnancy, mean dom Sunghoon, fluffy at the end, slight Heeseung × reader

A/N: alright I apologise this took so much time! I really didn't have any brain left in me to do shit so I had to stetch it out a bit. Thank you for the request anon! That's a nice kinky brain you got there! Also tagging @sumaneun-stars and @candewlsy because they deserve this after Mr Park's weverse selcas.

You never wanted to end up like this. In your entire life, you had never wanted to end up like this.

But here you were.

Fucking your 'best friend forever' while you were madly head over heels for him. But it was the Park Sunghoon, so you had no other choice. After all, the boss of a billion dollar company deserved more than a girl who danced in all the city's clubs. You could very egotistically say that you were basically a celebrity.

Sunghoon had often told you to give up dancing in the club and take up a dancing job somewhere, maybe even set up your own studio. But you had declined, dancing in the neon lighting and having whiskey by the lake, and then stripping off for Sunghoon's cock was more than enough for you. And while he never admitted it, he loved you to. But it wasn't allowed, it would never be, maybe he'd change the rules a bit for it to happen, but for now, it was just strolling off to your house every evening undercover and then jump under your covers. Perfect schedule wasn't it?

Until this faithful day.

"Minnie are you serious right now?" You put your glass onto the table, and stared daggers at the girl sitting in front of you.

"Come on babe, pleeease?" She pouted at you, making the cute face you knew you couldn't resist. Minnie was a lioness when it came to dancing but when it came to you? She was a cub.

"How about Miyeon?" You asked, pressing a finger to your temple. You were stressed today, and now with Minnie's news of her sudden departure and her inability to find someone else to cover her shift added to that stress.

"Nah she's booked for the Banhgs today. They're having some party for their cousin."

"Ugh fine but you owe me." You took another sip of your drink as Minnie excitedly clapped her hands and thanked you in a verbose manner.

"Yeah yeah I know I'm your saviour and all." You rolled your eyes and smiled at her, "Who's the shift for?"

"Uh it's for-" Minnie picked out a paper from her pocket which seemed to be an invite, "A Mr Lee Heeseung. He booked it for a quote unquote 'Park Sunghoon is turning old' party."

The only thing the other people in the bar heard probably for the rest of their life was Minnie's loud scream as you spat out your drink onto the table.

"Bitch what the fuck!?" She whisper shouted to you, diverting the attention of the other bar patrons from you.

"Minnie, I'm begging you, I'll bow at your feet, but not Park Sunghoon's party."

Minnie threw you a weird look and slid her paper across the table to you. No one knew what was happening between you and Sunghoon.

"Yeah no you're doing it, you agreed no take backs!"

And that was how you ended up in the back dressing rooms of one of the most glamorous clubs of Seoul, dressed in something you wouldn't have normally worn, but since it was Sunghoon, you decided to give him a bit extra considering the huge pay you were getting. It turned out that Minnie was actually a special book, carefully picked out by Heeseung, whom you knew you to one of Sunghoon's closest friends. But he didn't know about you, so you were thankful that he accepted you as a replacement when Minnie went out. And of course Sunghoon didn't know you were going to be coming either since Heeseung had specified that you were a top secret, extra gift. Playboys, you scoffed, always thinking women were objects they could play with, although a part of your mind said Sunghoon wasn't like that. Who were you kidding? He was the embodiment of that.

From behind your curtain, you could hear Sunghoon's melodious laughter echo throughout the club. Just get it over with, you thought, just get it the fuck over with.

"And now, our dearest Hoonie, we have a gift for you." Heeseung could be heard saying on the other side of the curtain. You could also distinctively hear Sunghoon, Jake and Jay giggling like idiots.

"Ta Da!" The curtain flew open at Heeseung's words and Sunghoon's face fell flat.

You.

It couldn't be, was this a dream?, his thoughts ran wild, as Jake let out a sound of delight.

But you never danced at this specific club, Sunghoon thought. He knew most of the clubs you danced at, and this one was definetly not on the list.

"Dude, you good?" Jay nudged Sunghoon's arm as Jake and Heeseung made their way closer to the bar on top of which you'd give them a show they'll always remember. Heeseung had thought nothing of Sunghoon's reaction, he knew his friend well enough to understand when Sunghoon was shocked out of delight.

"Y-yeah I'm good thanks." Sunghoon answered, not taking his eyes off of the heaven in front of him. God you were looking extra attractive today. Perhaps it was the dress, or maybe the hair, or maybe the fact that you were dancing for him, for the first time.

Sunghoon moved a bit forward and sat directly in front of you, your legs dancing in front of him. If heaven's incarnate existed as a stripper, it would have been you, Sunghoon thought, as he looked up at your eyes, darkened and hooded like a cat's. Your hips seemed to have the universe on a belt, as they moved in synchronisation with the atmosphere. Sunghoon wanted nothing more but to brag that he had seen what was inside of the outfit you were wearing, as he heard Heeseung and Jake making comments on your waist.

"Nuh uh you can look don't touch." You bent down to Heeseung's level, his hand slowly retreating from your legs.

"Can I dance with you then?" Heeseung smirked at you. Although you never admitted it, you had always found Heeseung hot. The bastards smirk combined with his pretty eyes made you have a tiny bit of an urge to fuck him atleast once.

"Is the birthday boy not enjoying my performance?" You directed your eyes at Sunghoon, who widened his eyes to an almost comic level, "Or maybe he wants to join?"

You knew doing whatever you were doing right now would have it's consequences but boy were you enjoying teasing Sunghoon right now.

"Heeseung hyung can go first." Sunghoon leant back on his chair, spreading his legs a bit further. He gave you a cocky grin, one you knew way too well for it not to say 'you're going to be punished.'

You carefully tread down the platform onto the ground, with the support of Heeseung's very soft hands (you kept the thought of asking him what hand cream he used to yourself), your hips jutted against his. Yes this was not according to the job, to be grinding against a customer, but it wouldn't matter if one of the customers was the man you had inside you every night was it?

"God you're hot." Heeseung whispered in your ear, his hips moving in sync with yours, "You single?"

"Somewhat." You replied, throwing your arms onto Heeseung's neck. Jay and Jake had found other people to dance with too, and you couldn't spot Sunghoon anywhere.

"Where's Sunghoon?" You asked Heeseung, peeking over his shoulder, which made him raise a brow at you. God Heeseung smelled good too. Not as well as Sunghoon's pine cologne but this was fine.

"You know him well?" Heeseung asked with a smirk on his face, which made you laugh and shake your head. His crotch was now grinding against your clothed pussy, but you didn't budge.

"We know each other, like a bit. Why you want to steal me from him?"

"Your friend Minnie," Heeseung started, his arms squeezing your waist tighter, "She has another date with her boyfriend tonight. Oh yeah her boyfriend? It's me."

Your gasp was probably heard throughout the entire club. "Shut the fuck up absolute no way!" You laughed, looking at Heeseung's amused face, "The bitch never told me!"

"Well it's a secret." Heeseung shrugged his shoulders, "So can I know your secret now?"

"Hyung can I have a piece of her now?"

Before you could even open your mouth, Sunghoon's voice ran behind you, and as you spun around on your heel, there he was. Looking like the angriest man on earth.

"Sure she's all yours." Heeseung let go of your waist, "I'll see you then, pretty."

You were thankful that Sunghoon didn't hear Heeseung's last words which he carefully whispered into your ear.

"Try to stay alive."

"So you like Heeseung hyung huh doll?" Sunghoon cocked his head to the right, loosening his tie from the grasp it had on his neck.

Fuck he looked hot in dim lighting, you thought. You were surprised when Sunghoon didn't say anything to you at the club nor in the car when he took you home. It was...weird, to have him talk so casually with you, as if you were husband and wife, not even a tint of anger in his voice.

But as soon as you stepped foot in the house, you learnt why he did that. The touch of the cool metal of the handcuffs on your wrist made you wince as you tried to wriggle out of their grasp.

"So what if I do?" You spat, not looking at Sunghoon, "You never thought about telling me what I actually am to you so I thought I might look for..newer horizons."

"Oh yeah?" Sunghoon wore a cunning grin like an arctic fox ready to pounce on its prey, "Well we'll see about that later."

Bending down to your legs, Sunghoon spreads them further apart, his skin pressing against yours like hot iron. It was pathetic how the mere touch of his fingers made you whimper in pleasure.

Your cunt is already so wet, your folds swollen and muscles relaxed, ready and desperate for Sunghoon’s touch. He gently slides a finger into your entrance with little resistance. You clench around him as you search for his lips, which find yours instinctively. 

Sunghoon slides his finger out of you slowly. Your beloved was still mastering your body, but he always seemed to know when you were ready for more. As he slides a second finger into your entrance, he breaks your kisses, watching you as you take more of him. He pushes his long fingers into you until he is knuckles deep, which evolves your little whimpers into breathless moans.

Your wrists ached for the touch of his hair, his soft curls all tangled up between your fingers, but the handcuffs weren't allowing it. Your wriggling under Sunghoon's body made him chuckle.

"No can do baby." His eyes darkened, "Take my fingers like a good slut there we go."

Sunghoon watches as he unravels you with the curl of his fingers deep inside your cunt. Your eyes roll at the intense sensation, and you’re already seeing stars.

As Sunghoon is hitting that sweet spot deep within you, his thumb begins to circle your clit, causing your eyes to go wide as carnal pleasure possesses you. 

Suddenly, Sunghoon pulls out his fingers from you slowly, watching your needy expression with a smirk.

"You really think you can cum on my fingers after all you've done?" Sunghoon asks you, his fingers still lingering over your labia, you realised that your cunt was clenching around nothing even when he pulled out, "Whose slut are you now?"

You were confused as to whether or not you should give him an answer or not so you gave him a quizzed look, which he seemed to definetly not like.

"No answer? Tch tch." He clicked his tongue, "Answer me slut, and I'll think about letting those cuffs off."

He leaned forward and stared into your eyes with darkened eyes. "Whose fucking slut are you?"

"Y-Yours Daddy."

"Louder."

"Your- Ah fuck!" You let out a whimper of pleasure as his bulge rubbed over your pussy. Sunghoon reached over and carefully removed your cuffs. You let out a sigh, feeling satisfaction wash over you at the retreat of the col metal.

"Turn over," he said while pulling away, "all fours baby."

You followed his demands and pressed your face into the pillow, facing the side of the room where a large mirror sat, you watched him in the mirror as he pulled his sweats down letting them rest below his thighs, followed by his boxers. His cock sprung out hitting the fabric of his shirt, causing him to let out a hiss through his teeth. His tip red and needy, leaking with precum.

"try and be quiet." Sunghoon said while rubbing you lower back with his hands. You hummed in response while still watching him in the mirror as he lazily tugged on his cock before lining it up with your entrance, rubbing it up and down your slit, collecting your arousal before placing his tip into you.

Quiet moans and curses left his mouth as your ass bounced off his pelvis, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

With every grind and suckle on your clit you were getting closer and closer to coming. It was a wet and filthy experience, your arousal dripping down Sunghoon’s chin and soaking his face. You could feel it down your thighs, his chin scratching against your delicate skin with every jaw movement, every grind. 

You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs as he picked his pace up, your eyes having no place to go but the back of my head. You both gave up on being quiet a while ago, more whimpers and groans filled the room.

“mmh, s-so close.” you moaned pathetically while gripping onto the pillow. You felt a sort of shame, feeling this good because of Sunghoon, who, at the moment, you were supposed to hate with all of your heart.

Wth one quick movement he pulled out and flipped you over, his eyes now locked onto yours.

"No cumming until I say so got it?" He growled in your ear, strands of his hair falling onto his face, making him look celestial. Not having the strength to answer him back, you whimpered, feeling his tip at your pussy.

“Say it.” He murmured, squeezing his fingers on the side of your neck to make it all woozy. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want your cock… Daddy… please.”

You’re such a whore, the way you gasp at all the right times as his big cock stretches around your tight walls. He bets you’ve taken cock hundreds of times, but he’s determined to be the best, making sure you know what you’re worth. No one else deserved you, only he deserved you. Now, and forever.

He’s really pounding you now, hands gripping roughly at your hips in an attempt to drive himself further into your cunt, watching as your pussy leaves a milky ring around his base. His hair strands dangle in his face as he bends down to shove himself deeper into you.

‘god, you’re taking me so well,’ he grunts, bucking his hips in pleasure. ‘such a fuckin’ whore though.’

"Nuh uh not yet baby not yet." He says, grinding his hips against you again. Your fingers are pulling at his curls again and you're hopelessly taking what he's giving to you.

"I wasn't—" One of his hands trails down to your wet cunt, rubbing your clit a few times before pinching it softly. Your whiny moans only encourage him, feeling you clench around his fat cock. He pulls out before slamming himself back into your tight hole, pinching your puffy clit even harder.

"you were made for me. you're my whore." he whispered in your ear, licking your jaw as he thrusted mercilessly into your holes.

The sounds of skin slapping, squelching, groaning, whimpering, and moaning were the only things you could hear. The occasional degrading things or sweet nothings Sunghoon would whisper into your ear made your brain go foggy.

"gonna fill you up good n’ proper..." he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and biting into your neck, "Want to have my kids hmm princess?"

"Ah fuck-fuck- a-ah." You moaned, not being able to answer his question.

Your legs wrapped around him letting him know that you were close. Sunghoon had an urge to pull out, to teach you a lesson. But something in him told him to let you cum in him, to let him make you a mother, his child's mother. Tears streamed down your eyes as the pressure in your stomach built up.

“Daddy—‘cummin” you moaned out. Sunghoon began to fuck you harder and faster. You felt the tip hit the plushy part in you. Your brain turned into mush and drool began to run down your mouth.

“Cum for me princess. I wanna hear you scream my name~” he said in such a sweet sultry voice.

The knot in your stomach snapped.

“SUNGHOON!”

“Cum with me, my darling.” Sunghoon whined with you, bringing his lips down to yours once again roughly. The moment his kiss was brought upon you, you felt like you exploded with pure bliss. Your legs shook against his arms again as you damn near screamed into his mouth. Sunghoon wasn't far behind you, moaning loudly into your own mouth as his cum spilled into you.

It wasn’t until after some time, when Sunghoon's cum was dripping against your walls, and his seed was flowing out of you that he pulled out. You were drooling, eyes rolled back and cum pooling on the bed.

Not saying a word to you, Sunghoon made his way off of the bed, and into the bathroom, where he quietly picked up all the stuff he knew you loved for aftercare.

"Hoonie..." You whined, feeling the empty space next to you, "I want to cuddle."

The sight of your pout melted Sunghoon's heart, and he couldn't resist. Cleaning you up quickly and lighting your favourite scented candle Sunghoon promptly jumped into bed and pulled you into his arms, his body heat successfully warming you up.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" Sunghoon asked you, looking down at you.

You simply nodded your head no and snuggled closer to him, sniffing in his cologne.

"Im sorry Y/N." Sunghoon sighed, positioning your face to his. His eyes were simply sparkling at you, and his expression seemed genuine.

"Im sorry for what I haven't said to you for so long." He breathed out, you could feel his heartbeat become quicker, "I love you, I really do, and-and I want us to be more than just friends."

"Why didn't you say so before you fucking idiot?" You giggled, pulling him in for a brief kiss, "I love you too."

"So, now you're my wife?"

"Girlfriend first Mr Casanova."

[hisokamywaifu]

Kinktober Day 6 - RIMMING with Katsuki Bakugo

Warnings: why do i keep forgetting to add warnings.

basically, smut, cursing, rimming, dom!reader x sub!bakugo. have fun :)

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You glanced up from your book as Katsuki stormed in, muttering under his breath (who are we kidding, at the top of his lungs) about Deku being a weak little bitch.

At this point, you were used to it, and you didn't even react. He usually gets tuckered out after a few minutes of raging.

But this time, he seemed to be especially aggravated, and clearly trying to get your attention. What the hell did Deku even do??

"Are you listening to me?!" Katsuki stormed to a stop in front of you, glaring at your form perched on the side of the bed.

Sighing, you placed the book next to you, and looked up at him. Smiling softly at his tensed form, you patted the spot next to you.

He huffed, and plopped down, sulking.

Suddenly, you perked up with an idea.

"Katsu...do you want me to help you feel better?" You blinked up and him innocently.

Glancing down at you in confusion, he immediately realized where this was heading. "What the hell, you pervert?!"

You grinned at him, and shoved him so that he was lying down. "I'm not the only pervert here." You glanced at his hard on.

"Bitch."

"What was that?" You pressed your knee in between his legs as he let out a little grunt, face turning red.

"That's what I thought." You said, when he gave no answer. "Now, get on all fours for me, would you?"

He complied (with more than a few grumbles), and you quickly removed his clothes, pausing to take in his wonderful thighs and ass.

You took a moment to just squeeze, taking in the plush cheeks.

"Get on with it already."

Rubbing your thumb softly over his hole, he sucked in a breath. "Is that how we ask for things, baby?"

He brought his voice to a low mutter. "Please."

You brought your lips to his ass as you sucked a hickey near his hole, leaving a trail of saliva on your was as he groaned lowly.

Slowly dipping your tongue in, he shivered against you. Shallowly lapping, Katsuki tried to grind against you, but you held him in place, squeezing his thigh in warning as he huffed.

He wanted you in now. He didn't want to wait. But you had trained him well, and he knew if he did that, he would just be making things worse for himself.

Smiling at his uncharacteristic obedience, you rubbed up and down his thighs as you languidly sucked at his ass, tongue probing the entrance as he whined.

He started getting into the sensations, moaning more freely as you pushed your tongue in further and further.

But then you pulled away, sitting up. He turned to see you from his position on all fours. "What the hell do you think you're doing, huh?!"

His red eyes glared at you, but the pupils were blown out and betrayed his helpless need.

"On your back, baby. I want to see your pretty face."

He flushed even more at the praise, but he grumbled and flipped over.

Forcing his legs up in the air, you dove back in, pausing to admire his milky thighs, interrupted by the hickey and slick pouring out of his ass.

You just couldn't resist giving it a slap. He cried out, but it soon turned into a drawn out moan as you quickly pressed your tongue back into his ass, thrusting deeper than before.

His face was flushed, and his eyes were so filled with need you could barely see the red outline. His spiky hair was mussed, some of his sticking to his forehead.

As you pushed deeper, you felt his walls constrict around your tongue, pulling you in deeper. You temporarily replaced your tongue with two of your fingers to pull him into a kiss, letting him taste his own juices.

"Such a slutty ass you have, it's sucking me in! Look at all the slick it's leaking!"

You didn't even know if he could hear you, because at that moment your fingers reached his prostate, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Hah~ I-I'm not slu~hn~ slutt~hgg" He tried to maintain his dignity, but he couldn't even get the words out.

"Aw, baby, am I fucking you dumb? I should tongue your ass more often." You leaned back down, and slowly edged your mouth onto his ass, forcing yourself in with your fingers as he cried out, hips jerking towards you and pressing against his prostate once more.

His jaw dropped, as his eyes slammed shut, and he came.

Ropes of cum shot out and he continued to buck against your face, riding out his orgasm.

Once he was down, you pulled out, and scooted up to pull him into your arms, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck.

"Feeling better?"

He sighed, not really wanting to give you the satisfaction of him agreeing.

"...yeah."

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Kinktober Masterlist Link

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt:

Pairing: Mafia! Octavinelle and MC/Yuu/ Reader

Genre: Hurt/ Comfort ig? Slight crack

TW: Kidnapping, blood, minor character deaths, mc does get a little hurt, mentions of guns, usage of guns, violence (because mafia au), mc also curses at one point, talk of killing people, the prefect wears earrings and has hair (i saw someone use put this in warnings once). Let me know if I should add anything else!

AN: First request for TWST ^^ It's my first time writing for the Octavinelle trio, so please forgive me if they're ooc, I tried my best. This was very fun to work on! Send me asks if you wanna know more about my version of mafia!twst because I had so many thoughts about this entire au but I couldn't fit everything in one post lol. Not really happy with the ending (when am I ever) but I hope you enjoy!

"I'm telling you, you don't wanna do this," You warned your captors for the third time as they checked the cuffs holding you up by your arms. It was an uncomfortable position, kneeling with your arms restrained with metal chains above your head. Your shoulders felt sore, and with how every movement made the skin of your wrists rub against the harsh metal, you just knew that you were going to be sporting some pretty nasty bruises around them.

Vil was going to be furious about that.

You watched as the leader came into your range of vision, a self-satisfied smirk painting his face as he walked over to you. There was quite some distance for him to cross to reach you, and he took his sweet time as he leisurely walked over to you. Probably an intimidation tactic, just like how making you kneel was.

You looked at him, unperturbed. Your eyes roamed over the man, who for all his intimidation tactics, was nothing but a poor little boy way in over his head. A reckless little minnow who didn't know his place, as Floyd would say.

Speaking of Floyd. You grimaced at the monstrosity of an outfit the man was wearing. In all your time as a valued member of the mafia, you had seen many outlandish outfits, courtsey of the more openly unhinged Leech twin and the field of work you were in (power had a way of killing the fashion sense of people and letting it rot inside their head). But this... was on a whole another level.

You mentally lit a candle for everyone who had to witness the... very unique display.

A sharp slap snapped you out of your thoughts. 'Did this man, just backhand me? Well fuck you too bitch', You thought to yourself as you looked back at the still smirking man. You could feel a bit of wetness at the edge of your lip, a slight stinging also being felt at the same spot. Your tongue darted out, recognizing the metallic taste of blood as you gingerly licked at the small wound.

"So this is the little Prefect of Night Raven, hm? How... pathetic. Truly, the mafia organization has fallen if they allow the likes of you to hold any position higher than a discardable pawn," he huffed, and you resisted rolling your eyes. Here comes the villainous monologue, you thought to yourself.

As the man spoke, you took note of the people in the room. Apart from you and the man, there were five other men, all very familiar faces. All of them were earlier members of NRC, who left the organization 'honorably' before your appointment as the consigliere to Dire Crowley, the main boss.

There was nothing honorable about the way they were treating you right now though.

Very reluctantly, you listened to the man's speech about how he was basically aiming to cripple Night Raven Mafia by killing you. You forced back a yawn through the speech that was supposed to strike fear into your heart; unfortunately for him, you dealt with seven very unpredictable and occasionally difficult underbosses on a daily basis. Said underbosses must have already been informed of your forced absence.

Now it was just a matter of waiting and watching to see exactly who would come to your rescue...

The door slammed open as soon as you thought that, and the eyes of every person in the room turned to it. You smiled as a very familiar face entered the room, his mismatched eyes dark and foreboding.

"Hi Floyd," you chirped, unfazed by the frown on his face and the dangerous aura around him. Floyd's eyes met yours for a moment, brightening at seeing you, before turning even harsher when he saw the state you were in; clothes (gifted to you by Riddle) rumpled, carefully styled hair (courtesy of Vil) in a disarray, and a slight swelling on the side of your face you were struck at (which would send nearly everyone into a murderous frenzy).

"Who touched my Shrimpy?" Floyd growled out at the men. "Don'tcha know that I'm the only one allowed to rough them up? You're just begging to be squeezed to death."

At this point, the men, who were earlier frozen in fear, started to fumble with their guns. Before they could even get their weapons out, gunshots rang throughout the room, each man dropping to the floor one by one.

"Ah, pardon me, but I would prefer if you did not aim your weapons at my brother," a familiar voice spoke from behind Floyd to the now dead men in the room.

You grimaced at the blood now flowing out and seeping onto the floor, the puddle growing in size and inching closer to you.

"Jade, get me out of these things," you said, successfully getting his attention as you rattled the chains holding you up.

"Ah, of course dear Prefect," Jade hummed, and you did not need to look at his face to know that he was smiling. Jade walked over to you, stopping only to take the keys to your chains from the pocket of the leader. Placing the key into the lock and turning it released you from your uncomfortable position, and you yelped as you flopped onto the ground unceremoniously.

"Shrimpy~" Floyd's rapid changes in mood was one thing you did not believe you would ever get used to, "did you really get kidnapped by this sad little bunch of minnows?" He asked, pulling you to your feet and slightly spinning you.

"Shrimpy is so helpless~"

"Indeed," Jade smiled, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You would never get used to the all too malicious upturn of Jade's lips either. He took you from Floyd's arms, ignoring his twin's grumbling as he dusted off your clothes. "Pray tell, how could such... insignificant little men capture you, dear Prefect?"

Before you could answer, a third voice rang through the room. "Jade! Floyd! I told you not to kill any of them!" Azul huffed as he entered your line of vision, glaring at the two men who sandwiched you.

"Ah, pardon me Azul, but they were going to aim their weapons at Floyd. Not to mention how terribly they were treating the Prefect," Jade hummed, not at all repentant of his actions. Azul huffed in frustration, glaring at his consigliere.

You gave him a little wave, and Azul's eyes softened as they met yours. He looked calm and collected as he walked over to you, but the trembling of his hands as he held yours gave his true feelings away. His eyes quickly scanned your body for wounds, narrowing in displeasure at the reddened skin around your wrists and the cut on the corner of your lip.

"Prefect."

"Azul," you said, not missing the way his eyes relaxed considerably as he saw you wearing the seashell earrings he had gifted you. "Ah, so that was how Idia-san found out you were kidnapped almost immediately," he hummed. You raised an eyebrow at his words.

"The earrings have trackers in them," Jade helpfully explained.

"Well, in any case, we must take you back to the Lounge. Everyone else must have assembled there by now."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because, Prefect, we were supposed to bring your kidnappers so that a joint decision could be taken for their punishment," Azul sighed as he pushed his glasses up his nose slightly.

You glanced at your kidnappers, wrinkling your nose as the blood puddle slowly crept closer to your shoes. "They're dead."

"A most unfortunate incident, yes. But, nevertheless, their identities will suffice for now. This just goes to show that we must never leave any loose ties," Azul said ominously. "Perhaps my dear colleagues will learn a lesson from this."

"... Sure. And how did you three manage to make them stay back at the Lounge while you carried out this rescue mission?"

"The heads found it best to send us three since we were most likely to bring your captors back alive," Azul said, glaring at Floyd who just roamed around the room disinterested in the conversation. "Well, that is what Crewel and Trein thought, at least."

You chuckled. "I don't think the outcome would've been any different with the others either so... let's just get to the Lounge."

Azul smiled. "As you wish, Prefect."

[vera-deville]

I Will Say (I'm in Love)

08/04/2023 - 04/30/2024

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader Word Count: 2,787 Warnings: A fair amount of cursing; Reader's outfit is a dress and is decidedly purple; Reader does go through a little bit of a mental breakdown (I personally blame all the stress of NRC), but I promise it's gonna be alright- Gender: AFAB Tags: @viviennevermillion, @achy-boo, @savanaclaw1996, @otomyoli, @chroniccorvus Notes: This is the second part to this fic, so please check that out before reading this! Rook is basically a fairy godmother (even tho he's a stalker, but we don't talk about that). Oh, and I made a reference to Savanaclaw Rook, because he's been living in my head rent-free and thERE ARE NO FICS ABOUT IT DARN IT-

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

In which Y/N eventually does say that she's in love.

"Shit." Y/N hissed as she swung open the wardrobe door, only to reveal that there were no decent dresses.

"For fuck's sake!" The girl screeched, running her hands through her hair and yanking at it. Only the Great Seven could help her at this point. Did any of them specialize in luck with money? Or even better yet, did any of them specialize in stopping a person from splurging all their hard earnt bribed thaumarks on art supplies?

Grim wasn't even there to help with this whole fiasco!

Who else could she ask for money? Azul? No, that one's too slippery. Kalim? No, that one's guarded by a snake and talks too much. Vil? But that one's...

That one's perfect! He wouldn't be able to resist helping out someone to look fabulous! Besides, Y/N could handle potato insults for a bit if it meant getting a fabulous dress picked out by Vil Schoenheit himself.

And so the Prefect of Ramshackle ran as fast as her legs would carry her, all the way to the house of Pomefiore. It's a pretty name, filled with pretty people, but at this moment, only one pretty person mattered.

"VIIIILLLLL! I NEEEEEED YOUR HEEEELLLLLPPPP!"

That should grab his attention.

And grab his attention it did, because mere seconds later, a tall blonde stormed into the common room, vial of poison ready in his hand for the heathen that dared summon him in such a manner.

But before he could get a word in, Y/N asked, no begged him for help with a dress. And of course, him being the gracious queen he is, he couldn't leave the potato in such a state.

"Coral, though a nice color, would be far too bright for you for this event." Holding up a card of azure up to Y/N's shoulder, Vil decided that also would not do the trick. "Perhaps a glowy yellow brown?" Y/N perked at the fabric Vil held in his hands. It was just a small square piece of fabric, but it looked oh so pretty. Like sand glimmering in the sunlight.

And then suddenly the sun lit sand turned into purple.

A very familiar purple, though Y/N couldn't quite put her finger on it. Scrunching his face in contemplation, Vil nodded to himself before letting Y/N know that she should opt for a dress in that shade of lavender.

Which is how Y/N found herself in a shopping mall, looking high and low for a vaguely familiar shade of purple in a dress that she should have gotten ready long ago. Earlier, Y/N had pondered about who to bring with her (if she chose to bring anyone at all) to the mall to help her find just the right dress. Vil was the obvious choice, but Y/N wasn't sure she wanted to indulge in his kindness more than she already had. Rook was also a good choice, but Y/N didn't feel like admitting anything to him at the current moment (though knowing his nature, he probably already knew everything).

In the end, Y/N went by herself, not confident enough to bring anyone with her. In the hours she had to get ready for her event, Y/N had something of an epiphany. Anxiety was a bitch. No shade of purple seemed to match the shade card Vil had given her. And if she did find a dress in the color, the dress was not one she'd think herself beautiful in. In the off chance that she'd find a dress that was the right shade and style, Y/N would immediately go an try it on - only to despise the way it fit around her body.

This was now the 7th store that Y/N had walked into in hopes of finding the perfect lavender dress that eluded her grasps so.

And right off the bat, there was a beautiful dress. In the same shade Vil had instructed her to buy. In a style that made her heart pick up the pace because it was simply and utterly beautiful. Making a beeline towards the dress, Y/N gently ran her hands through the fabric. Good, it wasn't itchy. She pulled the dress to the side in such a way that she could see the back, but the dress still hung on the rack, and she could feel a heave of relief making its way through her lips. It was just right.

Her heart was racing now, and Y/N couldn't shake the grin off her face, and for once, she didn't even care. Speed-walking towards the dressing rooms, Y/N nearly threw open one of the stall's doors, and locked herself inside immediately. Hanging her purse on a hook, she stripped out her clothes and slipped the dress over her head and down her body.

Except it wasn't going down her body.

It was stuck at her hips.

With a gentle fury, Y/N pulled at the dress, trying to force the thing down her thighs.

It wasn't going down.

Looking back up at the mirror, as though it would be some sort of saving grace, she continued to try to pull the dress down, but no avail.

Eventually, she zeroed in on her eyes in the mirror, and that's when Y/N stopped for a brief moment. She took in her appearance. Dress half worn, frown embedded, sweat glistening, hair frenzied, shoes thrown in some corner, and worst of all: tears beginning to form.

In a moment of rash wrath, Y/N pulled the dress off her, and threw it against the mirror, letting the tears pour out her eyes as she hugged herself and turned away from the mirror.

It's like not a single thing would go her way and it was stupid, worrying this much over a dress, but that wasn't all there was to it. It wasn't just the dress. It was the event, the school, the people, it was the whole world she'd been dropped into.

Aware that she was still technically in a public setting and should maintain at least some semblance of decorum, Y/N kept her sobs and sniffles to herself.

Knock knock.

Whipping her head up, Y/N realized that an employee was knocking on the door, and sniffed once more. Wiping her eyes and her face and wearing the clothes and shoes she originally walked in with, she grabbed her purse and the damned lavender dress, plastered a smile on her face, and opened the door.

No need to burden others with her own burdens.

Except standing outside the door was no employee, but rather Rook Hunt.

Bewildered, Y/N rubbed her eyes again in hopes that she was hallucinating and wasn't actually seeing Rook Hunt right after she had an emotional breakdown.

Sadly, she was in fact seeing Rook Hunt after said emotional breakdown.

"What a magnificent coincidence my dear Trickster!" Rook said as he walked with Y/N out of the dressing rooms of the store.

"Uh, yeah, pretty cool coincidence Rook. What're you doing here?" Y/N asked, trying to move the focus away from her and on to Rook. If he noticed, he didn't make it known. He simply continued to prattle on about a new fashion line from a brand he liked.

The thing about Rook that Y/N enjoyed at this particular moment was how despite the fact that he was here to buy something for himself, he simply followed Y/N wherever she went while occasionally interrupting to ask if a particular garment would look good on him or not. (Y/N was sure he knew that it would look good on him, and that he simply wished to hear someone else say it).

It hadn't been too long since Y/N had returned the lavender dress she'd tried to wear to an employee at the store and had instead opted to accompany Rook to the store that had the new line he was looking for (as a change of pace of some sort). The store itself was very high-end, that much she could tell, and while she'd always had a rough suspicion that Rook was in fact secretly rich, him perusing through everything that caught his eye in the store (which was a lot) without bothering about the prices certainly cemented the suspicion in Y/N.

Mindlessly scanning her eyes through the aisles visible to her as she waited for Rook to emerge from his dressing room, Y/N scrunched her face as she remembered her dressing room incident from earlier. Even though she was feeling a lot better now, it didn't change the fact that she still had no dress, and was running out of time to get ready.

Bam!

The door smack open dramatically with an even more dramatic figure emerging from the depths within.

Rook actually looked really nice. He clearly had a good eye for these things, even if most of those things were taught to him by Vil. Apparently there was a time where Rook was in Savanaclaw, and was something of a diamond in the rough (Vil's words, not hers). Before Vil got used to Rook being...well, Rook, he had given him an atrocious bob cut in hopes of Rook finally leaving him alone.

Spoiler alert, it did not work. In fact, Rook embraced the haircut so much that he hasn't changed it since he first got it, and he certainly hasn't stopped his usual Rook self.

Personally, Y/N couldn't imagine Rook looking any different. But no matter how much she pestered either Rook or Vil for old photos of him from back in Savanaclaw, neither would budge (one because it was too hideous and the other because he simply found it fun to tease her).

"Trickster? Are you alright?" Rook asked Y/N who was lost in thought.

"Hmm?" Y/N hummed, snapping out of her thoughts. "Oh yeah, I'm alright. Sorry, I was just thinking about something." Doing a once-over of Rook, she said, "You look great."

Before she could get another word in, Rook slyly side-stepped her and made his way to some corner of the store not fully visible from where she was standing. Confused, Y/N tried leaning over to see where he'd gone, but when she couldn't see anything, she simply turned back and waited for him to come back.

He'd most probably seen something else he wanted to buy and was getting it.

Pulling out her phone, Y/N realized that she had less than an hour to get ready, and sighed. Still no dress. No completed hair or makeup. No nothing.

It was at this moment that Rook popped up in front of her face.

"There you are! Did you find something you wanted to try on-" Y/N asked when she looked at what Rook was holding in his hands.

It was a dress.

It was lavender in color.

It looked beautiful.

"I saw this dress, and I immediately thought that it would suit you so well! Hurry, go try it on~" Rook explained as he shoved Y/N towards the dressing room.

Sputtering, Y/N could only hold onto the dress thrust onto her arms as she was pushed by Rook. Once inside the room, she looked at the mirror.

Sigh.

Here we go again.

Tugging off her clothes, she pulled the dress over her figure with all the time she had.

Not looking at the mirror, she pulled the dress down her thighs. It went down just fine.

Huh.

Running her hands down the fabric and smoothening out any of the wrinkles in place, Y/N finally looked at her reflection. The dress was slightly loose, but not in a bad way. It gave her room to breathe. Besides, it'd probably shrink after she threw it in the wash. Y/N twirled around, watching the movement of the dress closely. It actually looked nice.

Hesitantly, Y/N brought her hand to the lock on the door and after taking in a deep breath, she opened it.

Rook was waiting patiently, and the look on his face when he saw her in the dress gave her some amount of confidence as she walked out.

"You look beautiful."

Y/N knew he wasn't lying. He'd never lie when it came to matters of beauty. But she also knew that he wasn't exaggerating. Rook, as dramatic and odd as he was, wasn't someone to exaggerate beauty. He simply spoke his mind, and that was something she respected about him.

"It certainly is a nice dress, but I can't pay for it Rook. I didn't bring enough." Y/N told him with a sad smile.

"Who said anything about you paying? I have already paid for the dress. All that you need to do is wear it!" Rook stated happily.

Despite being short of money most if not all the time, and bribing NRC's headmaster for payments (which in all honesty were well-deserved, taking into account all the work she did for him) amongst other things, Y/N had a certain respect for money. And a certain pride regarding money too. Especially when her friends were involved.

"Rook, I can't do that. This is way too expensive, and I'm not going to make you pay for it. I can't repay you, so I'm just not going to get this dress."

"Once again, Trickster, the dress has already been paid for. I didn't do this expecting you to pay me back, so don't worry about it, and just look like your prepossessing self."

Y/N could feel her eyes tear up again for the second time that day.

Before Rook could tell her to not ruin her face with tears, Y/N jumped him in a suffocating hug (one not unlike Floyd's infamous hugs) and thanked him profusely. Smiling, he looked down at her and wrapped her in an embrace of his own. She deserved much for everything she did around the school and more, and if this could be even a little helpful, he'd do it again.

"Now, now, don't cry Y/N." At the use of her name, she looked up at Rook's face. "You have something to attend, don't you? You can't do that if you're busy crying in a mall with me, now can you?"

Sniffing, Y/N nodded, and pulled back from Rook, wiping her tears away (luckily there weren't as much as before). "Did Vil tell you I was going on a date with Leona?" She asked.

"A date? With Leona!?" Rook exclaimed, much to Y/N's surprise. "I never thought I would see the day come!"

"Wait, so you didn't know?"

"My dear trickster, how could I have possibly known?"

With one more suspicious glance, Y/N dropped the subject.

"When is your date Trickster?"

"It's in less than an hour from now. Why?"

"And hour!? We have no time left." Rook cried out. Without missing a beat, he dragged Y/N with him out the store and to a salon that was just a few stores down. Sitting her down, he instructed an employee as to what to do with her (he was very particular when he told the employee to have the dress in perfect shape). For a second, he vaguely resembled Vil. This time, Y/N paid for the services herself, not taking no from Rook as an answer.

When all was said and done, Rook stood in front of Y/N, absorbing all the details, trying to figure out of it was all enough. A tiny bit of fuzz was on her shoulder, so he plucked it off smoothly before she could question anything.

"I-Thank you Rook. You have no idea how much this all means to me." Y/N told Rook.

"I would do anything for love to prevail *mon filou. And I would do even more for you." Rook told Y/N.

Smiling at Rook, she said, "You were right. I do like Leona. No, I love him. A lot. And by the looks of it, he likes me too!" Giving him one more hug, Y/N walked away, purse in hand, excited for her date with Leona.

"Ah, young love~ Whatever could be more beautiful?" Rook asked himself in a cheerful voice as he watched Ramshackle's Prefect walk off into the distance, one step at a time to her fairytale ending. Rook felt himself proud of reaching the mall just in time to help Y/N (her purse certainly helped in tracking her down).

That's two lovebirds he's helped today!

Turning back around and wandering through the mall, Rook wondered who he'd be helping next.

Author's Note: As you can see from the dates, I really took my time with this one. When I first started writing this last year, I was planning to write about Leona and Reader's date, or more specifically, how the date was arranged and all that fun stuff, but when I sat down to write today, it just went in a completely different direction. I've never really incorporated Rook into my writings (and if I did, he's there for like three sentences), but unpredictably, he ended up playing a larger role in this fanfic. If you'd like a third part to this where we find out about how Leona and Y/N even ended up agreeing to go on a date with each other, or perhaps we find out who Rook helped or is going to help, feel free to let me know!

Masterlist

[kennyomegasweave]

my live thoughts during the finale of The Sign

Obviously, spoilers will be under here.

I had complaints about this show, but I still enjoyed myself overall and I LOVED this finale. It was a really good and entertaining finale.

My boy is def getting shot cause he just basically proposed to his man and said he's gonna do it for real once this mission is done. 😭😭😭

Old woman yaoi! I am very sad for these women but you know old woman yaoi! Phaya’s grandma be making moves. Get it mama!

Man. I don't wanna see Chart get tortured. Kaownah is my fave and it's his birthday today and everything.

Yai would hear Tharn stuck in some ravine in the jungle. I love siblings, chosen or otherwise, so much.

Was Tharn reinstated? Cause he's like “I'm gonna arrest Montree” but he’s suspended? Can he even do that? He might have been reinstated in the last episode, but I can't remember. Oops. lol

YES AT THEM ROLLING UP ON A JEEP RUNNING BITCHES OVER. THE SQUAD’S HERE FUCKERS. STRIKE TEAM: GAY (AND YAI)

Khem is about to get shot. It's dark and he and Thongthai are outside and I saw the preview and I literally have a pit in my stomach. Because I know what's gonna happen and no. NO.

NO CHART NO.

KHEM BABY NO. HE GOT SHOT SAVING HIS MAN AND FELL WITH THE NECKLACE WITH THEIR RING CAUSE THEY WERE GONNA GET MARRIED IT’S BEEN YEARS And this is also why like they probably shouldn't have had Khem and Thongthai on the same team because Khem whole ass threw himself in front of his man and then Thongthai was basically useless cause it's not like he was gonna be able to do a motherfucking thing once his man was fucking shot.

CHART NO AGAIN HOW MANY TIMES IS THIS MAN GONNA GET SHOT

I don't even care about the supernatural shit and the rest of this after Khem got shot right in Thongthai’s arms. We can shut this whole damn episode down.

Oh okay. No Chart and Khem aren't dead. We have a throwaway line that Khem (and Chart) are “safe” and thus not dead. Okay. We can continue this episode. I'm good. Khem’s at the hospital and, even if I never see him for the rest of this episode, I can rest knowing he will be getting dicked down by Thongthai in “we’re alive and getting married” marathon sex once he recovers. My boys WILL be married in the special episode y'all keep mentioning is happening. I know this.

Okay, like, Montree is evil, don't get me wrong. But he kept being like “why won't you just leave me alone” in the warehouse like he's not a drug dealing murderer and then he refuses to confess and is unfazed by a whole damn Naga showing up and capturing him. And it’s a mood how much he doesn't give a fuck. Man said he don't care about anything. lol

Aww Yai and Sand. Yai and his hot ass wife. He couldn't resist telling her she was beautiful. Man loves his brother and his hot ass wife. I love him.

I'm fairly confident we won't see anyone else from the cop side the rest of the episode, maybe Yai cause he's Tharn's brother, but that's it. But you know what. My fucking boy is alive and so is his man and they will be getting married. So I won. I win, you lose, ah ha.

I'm guessing this is the scene Babe mentioned was hard cause it's a love scene but he's sad cause he knows he's gonna leave Phaya but Phaya doesn't know that. I do wish we had seen him negotiate this with Chalothon. Like “fine I'll go with you, but you gotta let me have one more night to get that dick.” 

Paid $16 and the damn ass blur is still there? Pardon me? 

Phaya loves Tharn so fucking much. He is out here freaking out. Running around aimlessly. Baby. Baby boy.

Okay, also, Tharn. Love. You had to know Phaya wasn't just gonna let you leave? Asking why he followed you. Babe. Baby. Babes. He's always gonna follow you. 

Again. Chalothon’s Naga look is really hot and if I was Tharn I would have never looked at Phaya in our first life cause I would have been sat with that man and his hot ass fire look. RIP to Tharn but I'm different. I'm a whore.

Yes at Phaya using his Garuda powers. They were so severely lacking in this show and I’m still butthurt.

THARN BABY OMG. I mean. You would think that maybe Chalothon would have learned by now to not throw spear objects at Phaya. Stupid bitch. Killed the person he's wanted for several lifetimes TWICE in the same way.

I'm here for this montage combining both their lives. Sad it's happening because Tharn got fucking stabbed. Again.

“He's always sacrificing himself for you to be where he doesn't belong. You're selfish.” Now I know your bitch ass isn't saying that when you have now KILLED him twice. Hater ass bitch. Someone is selfish here and it's not the dude who hasn't killed his man TWICE in the same way. Flop ass bitch.

Oh Phaya. Baby. He just loves Tharn so fucking much. 

Damn. They sent Dao’s ass back to France. I didn't like her, but they didn't need to send her ass back to France. lol

Oh. I'm not ready for Yai and Phaya to see each other. Not at all. Phaya is just crying silently and Yai is ugly crying. Neither of them have spoken a word to the other. Oh my heart. 

A YEAR LATER??? Oh they're really doing this huh. Okay. lol I figured something was gonna happen when the still of Phaya with that hair and facial hair came out. Man was obviously going through something and time had passed. 

Phaya. I get maybe there's not other bedrooms in Tharn’s grandma’s house but staying in the room AND bed where y'all last saw each other can't be good for your mental health. Though the hair and facial hair already told me that mental health is hanging on by a thread and that thread is fraying baby.

THE SQUAD IS HERE TO FIND THARN. My boy is fucking alive and with his babe! And Sand is here too! Mine and Yai’s girl! I didn't even see the fine ass Captain, but he’s there too. Is he joining the search or is he trying to get Phaya to start living again? Regardless, even he came down. I love that. In another life he was Tharn's brother. Though Phaya has clearly given up on life. Which again, that hair and facial hair already showed that.

Is this a real thing or is Phaya dreaming??? I know they said it's the 15th day on the 11th moon or something so the Naga can come out so I'm guessing it's real? THE SNAKE DOCTOR FINALLY GAVE THARN UP??? Okay, I love this. I need the second thing they do after getting off this hill is cut Phaya’s hair and shave him. The first thing is fuck, obviously. 

[mila-beedoodling]

🦊 I'm a bitch, I'm a boss. I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss🦊

@wackus-bonkus-maximus' one does not love breathing still has me in a chokehold and I couldn't resist anymore. This is how I picture Lila taking all the attention that she craves at the Djwifi wedding 💕

Kofi<3

Okay, so I'm very proud of this one, it took me about two months to make due to time management, the fact that I still don't have my new glasses and choosing how to draw the background (Wackus had a whole list of possible wedding venues and I ran with the one on her fic)

I basically drew one of the pictures that I found on their page and took a lot of inspiration on Steven Universe's art for the style since I think I'm awful at backgrounds and I still don't know how to make ones that make me actually happy

As for Lila I took full inspiration on this model and the outfit they were modeling (including the pose because it shows off the outfit incredibly) only added some details like the miraculous and the golden buttons and clips. She's so happy about interrupting the wedding just to kill LB. In universe I want to believe that this is Marinette's design just to make her mad

Anyways you all know one does not love breathing has been toying with my sanity for most of the year AND I'M IN LOVE WITH THAT PIECE OF FANWORK

[pragnificent]

Anyway when I was 17 (so like I said, literally 23 years ago) I bottle raised a Rottweiler puppy, and I knew I couldn't keep him bc I was moving out soon and I already had a big dog.

My aunt asked for him, and even tho she was (and is) a shitty person* I thought it would be good to keep him in the family so I could check-in.

Aunt told us to "come take this dog" like four hours later.

So then Ken, my father, said that he wanted to give the puppy to one of his co-workers (they were nurses) who had a kid, but for some reason that I cannot explain in retrospect, that idea upset me and I dug my heels in about it, and insisted on giving him to the humane society because they knew best how to find a good home.

And like, I basically said that to the humane society worker when I surrendered him, and they looked at me weird but didn't say anything to me against that idea.

And like, Ken was so fucking mad at me for that. Like hurt-angry. And he's been dead since 2019 but the last few months I just like fucking get fixated on this particular situation with the puppy and the possibility that maybe I gave him REASONS to hate me and the issue wasn't that he he was an abuser but rather that I was a mean crazy bitch that was impossible to live with.

Which, objectively, I know that I would IMMEDIATELY dismiss as BS if someone else said it to me, even if that person had only gone through a 10th of the shit he did, but guess what??? My brain hates me and my emotions are never ever Valid even if everyone else's are!

And ALSO, like, I know at least some of the reasons why I was resistant to give the puppy to his friend were like... Not based on nothing. I was at the hospital they worked at when I had my spinal surgeries and just... Terrible traumatic experience. I got an infection in my incision bc the nurse spilled a bed pan on it (and the wound care for that was probably the most painful thing I've ever experienced) and I remember listening to a baby down the hallway SCREAMING for what seemed like FOREVER bc the nurse couldn't get a vein.

And like if you have never heard a little baby SCREAMING in pain just be happy that you haven't.

And like ALSO Ken shockingly was not a good judge of character, and I can only remember meeting a couple friends of his that weren't Awful... Like the first time I heard the n-slur out loud was from one of his friends and also a couple years before Ken died one of his friends tried to murder -suicide him by grabbing the steering wheel while Ken was driving. Crashed the car so hard that it was totaled.

But yeah. Just gotten fixated lately (actually, I am self aware, whenever I'm PMSing) that

1.) I was a Bad Kid actually (I am Aware that even a Bad Kid did not deserve all of that) and that I gave him Valid Reasons to hate me.

2.) That I Hurt and Upset what MIGHT have been a Nice Lady with a Nice Kid by refusing to give him the puppy, and in the process cheated him out of a Nice Home.

3.) That the puppy might have, for some reason, been euthanized rather than adopted out. I know this is unlikely, he was a healthy ten week old puppy that at least seemed to be purebred and very adoptable... But like shelters struggle so much to have room.

Anyway, that was my entirely too long vent post... I'm going to go play Ark now.

* She's full-on Qanon now and abandoned her children, one of which was still a minor and the other had multiple kids and a drug problem, to go live in a desert compound out west.

[1acuna]

hello! im eury (21+, s/h); super jazzed to be here + can't wait to start writing with everyone!

please excuse me if things sound all over the place it's my brand i'm still in the process of sorting things out for nahye !! + like for plots though obvi

aries sun aries rising cancer moon (let’s… go? let’s fucking go?) 

to note: she hasn't gotten over anything in her life ever. (ye ultimate grudge holder has cometh.)

mom's claim to fame has always been the girls. she'll dress them up, preen them for the public's eyes. a single mother and her beautiful, wonderful, darling girls. what better way to shove down the shame of being abandoned by her husband?

nahye doesn't see her father often—from year 12 to 16, it's from a distance in the crowd at talent shows, plays, graduation, and pageants (yes there was a chapter, no you couldn't pay her to retell it. when she hears of his new son, she stops meeting his eyes in the audience.

her relationship with her mother is complicated. the more expectations placed on her, the more nahye resisted mom’s affections. it was different when she was younger—what child doesn’t want to appease the center of their world?—but as her world grew, she no longer needed her.

got into iron fist alongside her sister > ofc mom jumped at the chance and proclaimed herself their manager/pr guy/anything rly. **also the one to come up with the shtick to keep them in the rankings. nahye personally doesn’t care + only stuck with it because her sister was okay with it (but deep deep down she’s also an aries who likes 2 win…). 

has a couple endorsements on the side w her sister b/c she’s pretty, avidly avoids variety shows b/c shes just… lol 

generally matches energy i.e. gives what she gets

public image is… *spins wheel* government-assigned cool/chic girl but irl 100% sore loser = grudge holding petty bitch, gross binge consumer of any sort of media, stalked her hs prom date on forms of social media for 2 days straight b/c she had a dream abt him and thought it was a Sign, kinda sorta very superstitious (not in an avoid all the cracks on the sidewalk for the sake of mom’s back type but also in a believes in jinxes and runs her life a certain way to keep things going good sort of way) 

that said, religiously takes 15-20 minute ice baths the day before matches for Good Luck (at 2am, always at 2am).

v serious about her career (likes the money, the house, all the perks) but doesn't express any interest in expanding it (acting, etc etc). basically, the plan is to use her face until the public is bored of her while trying to save as much money as possible in the meantime

[ooops-i-arted]

always thought it was weird how they tried to make ahsoka seem so overpowered and advanced even before training with anakin for what? two years? even having her go up against grievous as a padawan? lol screw filoni for trying to explain how she survived order 66, because she got special "blocking" training that no other jedi did. what an insult.

EXACTLY it's just "look at my super awesome OC aren't they so cool" bullshit. Yeah I've had fun doing that myself in fanfic (mostly when I was A PRETEEN and I've learned to improve since then!!).... but I'm not a Lucasfilm employee forcing it down everyone's throats and making every goddamn product have to bring Ahsoka into it somehow. To the point of taking what's basically the original sequel trilogy and inserting her in it. YES I AM STILL MAD AS FUCK.

Also the "special training" or whatever is just bullshit. It really rankles my nerves because it comes off as "oh, if only THOSE OTHER Jedi were as cool as Ahsoka or had clones as cool as Rex who could ~resist~ Order 66." Admittedly I've only unwillingly seen gifsets and not the episode but it REEKS of "only my special Mary Sues* could do it because they're BETTER than all those other Jedi/clones." It was HUGE deal in RotS that Order 66 worked because it was so insidious, took over the clones without them being able to resist so the Jedi couldn't sense it and couldn't react in time, and it was tragic these two groups that worked together were suddenly turned against each other with no choice and no chance to stop it. "Actually my OCs are so cool it didn't work on them" cheapens that.

*Usual disclaimer this is a sexist term, it's good it's being phased out, but I use it here because it's the only convenient shorthand I have for the original definition which is "character that warps the narrative around themselves at the expense of the canon characters or plot."

Also: THIS is my Grievous. Filoni can shit on and nerf my beloved Grievous in his TCW all he wants, it doesn't take away the fact that original flavor Grievous would've crushed her into Padawan pudding without any effort. 💚💙

(Even if you don't like my bitching, please go watch, 2D Clone Wars Grievous is AMAZING and the GOAT and the reason I fell in love with the character.)

[sortasirius]

I knew it was going to be painful, but this episode just gutted me all over again.

Spoilers for TLOU Episode 5

Making Sam deaf was such a powerful choice. It makes him simultaneously more reliant on Henry and makes Henry more fiercely protective of Sam.

The added background was perfect in my opinion, it was just enough to help us learn more about them, while still giving us plenty of opportunity to learn things about them through Joel and Ellie.

"He's scared because you're scared" and then Henry pretending not to be scared for Sam. Yeah. I'm crying again.

And then the "this place is ugly" and Henry pulling out a huge bag of crayons and coloring on the walls with him? This Henry is a lot softer than the Henry in the game (similar to Joel) and I think it works so well, especially because Sam's younger than Sam in the game.

The Super Sam paint

"He always sounds like that, he has an asshole voice" Ellie reading him to filth with a gun to her head LMFAO

Joel giving Sam the piece of paper GOODBYE

Really masterful job teaching the audience the term "collaborator" through Joel, especially since it's world-specific language that isn't in the game.

Sam's laugh <3

The whole thing with Kathleen and refusing to forgive...hmmmmmmmmmm much to think about (cough cough Part 2)

Joel's little head shake when Ellie pulls the gun out of her pocket instead of her backpack...I am obsessed with them.

The entire scene in the tunnels, the way it was straight out of the game was everything to me. The paint on the walls, the goal paint, Savage Starlight, and, of course, the Danny and Ish drawing, and it being an exact replica of the drawing you find in the game.

It is unbelievable to me that they made Henry and Sam's story even sadder. Henry's put in an impossible situation, backed into a corner to either let his brother die of cancer or become a FEDRA informant against the resistance. And he chooses his brother. I can't say I would have done any different.

I also live how they basically told the audience point blank "Every single character in this story is morally grey. Everyone is a villain in someone's story." Hmmmmm excellent setup for a certain Part 2.

I also love how much more vulnerable Henry is in the show than in the game. He's not a hardened survivor, he's a kid who made an impossible choice to save his brother, and he will happily rely on Joel if Joel lets him.

The neighborhood is such a setpiece, my stomach literally dropped when I saw those houses because I knew what was coming.

"Do you trust me?" BYE I LOVE THEM

Combining the bridge and the neighborhood was a great idea.

"Maybe he was supposed to die." Bitch. Maybe your brother was supposed to die. Consider that.

The infected are so much more intense, the way the runners swarm, the way clickers can hear every tiny sound, and then there's the fucking bloater. It's much more frightening than the infected in the game, probably because the game actually had to be beatable lmao.

Ellie is so important to me, I love her so much.

I'm really glad Sam showed her, even though I knew that the blood medicine wouldn't work, I'm glad he didn't have to be alone.

I think that Henry and Sam's death scene in particular was one of the only things in the entire game that I wanted to remain almost exactly the same in the show, and would have been disappointed if there were huge changes. It, to me, remains a triumph in the first game. Their deaths are jarring, completely unexpected, and with no closure, and I think that it had to remain the same.

Neil has said that they would take a look at what they could change and if it felt better, they would change it, and if it didn't, they would leave it alone, and I'm glad they left it alone.

"I'm sorry" on his grave. This adds a really interesting layer to Ellie's journey. She already feels guilty for Tess and (unbeknownst to the tv audience as of now, Riley) but now she feels guilty for Sam too, and that her immunity couldn't save Sam.

There's so much that I love about this episode, but in particular I love how much more richness Lamar and Keivonn brought to already beloved characters. I loved their relationship, and how much softer Henry in particular was, and I loved how Sam looked up to Ellie, how he trusted her with that secret and his fears.

It looks to me like we're going all the way through fall in the next episode, it's going to be painful to wait nine days.

Another absolute triumph of a tv episode, Craig and Neil once again owe me for therapy.

[aemonds-sapphire]

Hi!!! I'm so sorry if I just kinda jump out of the blue but I couldn't resist join the "discussion in your aks...

You know I think that fan art wise helaena and aemond are quite cute. Some artist are so talented but helaena in my opinion deserve and should definitely be alone. She went trought so much and mainly for the hand of men leave my poor girl alone. Most fans def use her as self insert or are into incest idk 🥴

For the Alys discourse I'm gonna be so honest with you I have absolutely no idea. I Emma I rceentrly reread the books (gift for Xmas so it's very recent) and a lot of person forgot that one book is like a book in their universe and everthing is basically a rumor (I will not trust mushroom with a cup of tea so why would I trust a whole story??) and the other are just paragraphs that talk about some events??

Hotd aemond is so dutiful and golden child and he lust for Revenge of his eye so fans are like "he would never go for a bastard strong!!" saying that she's or this bitch of a witch or a poor victim. The reality is that we don't know!! We have no idea it's up our preference / writer choice.

Sure I tought alys bewitching him was a valid idea because why would he save only her??? But also I mean if she's a witch she can be useful?? And maybe they just fall in love in the process??? At the beginning both of them had reason to help each other so idk. I use to not be a big fan of their relationship because I will admit when deep in hyperfixations I get jealous and I need a few days to remind myself they are fictional 😭 also It doesn't help reading angst fic with the cheating trope and her as the other woman BUT the moment I saw people hating her for non valid reason and just using her as an excuse for being sexists and mysoginist ughhh alys defender for life.

I will wait to see how the writer will do in season 2. Making her bewitching him after him being already victim of abuse would def a bad choice but also for how they written season 1 i really can't see this show aemodn juts fall in love it's so weird I'm so confused 😭🥴

One last thing I swear I'm so sorry but saying that aemond is a rapist/used her as prize....AND USING THE WHOREHOUSE EXAMPLE???

I have no idea whta kinda of show all this antis are watching truly.

So sorry for this long message expecially cuz a lot of things are already been stated I hope I didn't bother you too much.

Your blog is very lovely and you seems a very nice person. and it's a pleasure see when you post! Happy holidays❤️❤️❤️❤️,

Cordelia🤍🪐

Hi, Cordelia 😊 thank you so much for your input! Loved reading through all of it 🤭 happy holidays!

I’ve run into absolutely amazing Helaemond art! There’s no question fan artists are talented. I don’t mind shippers as long as they don’t insert themselves into other ship spaces and try acting holier than thou. At the end of the day, none of this is real and we’re just here to have a good time 😁

If they go with “she bewitched him” but just figuratively speaking then I’m fine with that. But if they pull that love potion bs then… 😅 also, why bother fleshing Aemond out if you’re just going to turn him into a cliché antagonist…… I hope they don’t go this route tbh.

Mushroom is the absolute worst out of all the narrators. He gives accounts of events that happened in King’s Landing when he was in Dragonstone LOL he thinks he’s Gossip Girl or something

Fire & Blood is to be read a history book, meaning we only know about the great battles and major events, but everything in between can be embellished and made up by those writing about it. Some people are taking that what happens in the book is canon and others are taking what happens in the show as canon… both are wrong approaches… they’re just different versions. This is not like ASOIAF…

[tiredassmage]

8, 12, 15, Tyr :^))c

Pain and suffering. xD Pain and suffering for the agents for 1,000 years kaldfndslkfs. I'm SO sorry that is IMMEDIATELY what my brain spat out reading these numbers, lmaooo

(I'm so sorry, Tyr, I love you, I swear.)

8. Bad memories/experiences.

[Hands over a plot summary of Imperial Agent] Cipher Nine's no good, very bad, terrible time at Imperial Intelligence. End transmission, lmao.

Okay, so yes, but also, I'll answer more specifically, lol. Spoilers for IA in (hopefully) broad strokes because if you know, you know, and if you don't, seriously, IA is my favorite story in the game, yes, I'm biased, yes I will still feed you IA superiority propaganda. *confetti shooter*

Anyway. The short version is I think his worst experiences relating to class story shenanigans are probably on Taris and Quesh. Taris because stars, he was going to help anyway, you don't need to jerk him around like an akk hound and Quesh because... not to spoiler your next question, but, stars, has Tyr ever hated anyone more than Hunter??? Probably not. There's also Dromund Kaas - particularly... eee, iirc, before Voss? The spiked message that affects the Watchers. And Shara. And that "stops his world," as he puts it to Vector. I mean, several incidents on Dromund Kaas, tbh. He's still mad they cut Imperial Intelligence at the knees at the practical height of wartime tension. He doesn't miss Lord Razer, ngl. Couldn't have happened to a nicer Sith, you know!!!!!!

(I threw in a meme, hold on, your cut's gonna go here because of the meme, lol)

And don't get him started on... I wanna say Ilum, but like, any time after the class story where you talk with someone and it's like "woe! Intelligence disbanded!" Tyr standing there like

And you know what they say, kids. If you have issues, take it up with your local governor Dark Councilor! And maybe they won't make stupid fucking decisions like that!

OH, okay, here I can give you. A non-class story answer, too, I just had to warm up my brain. Okay. So, if you've been around a bit, you might have heard me mention Tyr's dislike for Sith started at home with his sister, Mevais, and their mother - I've vaguely described that Mevais is your more loose-canon type. She's young, powerful, has an influential family, and she knows all of this. Tyr is not only an outsider living on the good graces of her father (he was 'adopted'), but he's also has no force sensitivity to speak of. Neither does her father, sure, but bold of you to assume she doesn't bitch with her mother while he's not there. Which is often when he's an officer.

She's not physically cruel. To him. But she's a menace that doesn't stop reminding him of their different places. So, in a way, he could probably thank her for teaching him resistance and how to wear a mask, take insults on the chin, and keep his head down and keep working long before he was ever in basic training and tapped by Intelligence recruiters. Accepting Intelligence's offer was enough reason to never speak to either of them again, but it was also certainly an excuse he was more than happy to take.

And then, of course, future Sith did very little to rebuke his distaste for running over average Imperial citizens like insects and pawns rather than fellow patriots and, y'know, actual people. Sorry Jedi, he's not particularly more trusting of you, either. He's never in complete denial about the Force - he grew up on Dromund Kaas, after all, but he is rather wary of any of its users - from either side and even unaffiliated parties like the Voss. Power eats even good people when its unchecked, after all.

12. Grudges and vendettas.

Hunter. >:))))) Hunter, Hunter, Hunter, ohhh, Hunter. Tyr is never able to see this as an even remotely equal relationship. They're not charming. They're cocky. Arrogant. And Tyr absolutely believes they delight in dragging him around by the nose. That bastard's smirk about it all was one of the most haunting images of all of those hallucinations. More than anyone else, Tyr holds Hunter accountable for what he went through. In fact, it's mainly Hunter. Primarily Hunter. Is it reasonable? Fair? Eh, maybe not. But it is someone he can hold personally accountable.

Unlike the Minister whom he otherwise respected. Unlike the Dark Council, which as a whole body is far more than any one operative could ever hope to stand against, particularly in open confrontation. Jadus was enough of a wild ride - if only he'd known then that he'd go on to put a blaster to the Sith Emperor himself akdfnlsdfnldf. But, yeah, I don't think Tyr holds a vendetta for anyone else like he does Hunter. What he sees in the Voss's trials convinces him the only safe way, the only certain way to end all of this is to put a bolt between their eyes the second he has the opportunity. He's not willing to give them half a chance to get away. It's really only made worse by Hunter drawing comparisons - Tyr's already mad, he doesn't listen, he's not interested in listening, and he's sure as hell not interested in taking over the galaxy. He just wants his damn life back. And personal justice.

Anyway, to keep from continuing to harp on poor Hunter, it's worth mentioning, perhaps again, that him and Lana's relationship was strained, at best, prior to Zakuul. Leading up to Shadow of Revan, its strictly a professional relationship in which he is an operative reporting to her and gathering intelligence for operations. What little trust and respect for her unusually pragmatic nature he does build in that time for her is sniped by Theron's ordeal with the Revanites because, yes, he caught feelings (oops), and primarily because he sees it as an act 'typical' of Sith interests - burning a trusted ally just because it seems like the fastest, easiest path to her goals. Unfortunately, it takes them so long to mend the relationship because Tyr didn't particularly feel too cozy with her to begin with - not enough to call her a friend, not more than was necessary for them to perform their respective jobs together. And then, of course, he's reporting to her again in Sith Intelligence and the relationship is still strictly professional by necessity. Even right after the rescue from Zakuul is a little touchy as he tries to figure out if he does trust her and how far he does, but crisis has a way of bringing people together. By the time they're really doing work on Odessen, Tyr sees her commitment and is willing to give them both a bit of a fresh start.

Also uhh... rip Vinn Atrius. Is another person Tyr took out with extreme prejudice. There's maybe a small part of him that regrets that admittedly very in-the-moment retaliation, but it is, yet again, not something he can go back and change, so dwelling on it is not usually Tyr's course of action. In a clearer headspace, he could've absolutely found Atrius's feelings understandable, maybe even relatable, but, in the moment, he had no qualms 'proving' to be the monster Atrius wanted. He hurt Theron. Any other considerations Tyr might've had went out the window in that single action. Not after how far they'd gone, not after he'd finally just gotten him back, found out this was all just an elaborate operation to protect what they'd worked for.

15. What it takes to make them cry.

Ahahahha, whatever it is, I'll probably cry about it because he doesn't like to, usually! He is definitely not about to let this be a public thing. Too many people had access to his mind over the years without his explicit consent and, without a purpose, it's... not in his usual missions, no, lol.

Off-handed, I think... the few times I've possibly seen this man cry have been in moments of... relief doesn't seem quite right, but in essence, yeah. Tyr still tries to take a lot of life on by himself, I think, even with the Alliance as a sort of proven support network. With the Alliance more than any other point in his life, Tyr has people he trusts and relies on with little to no doubts about their motivations or loyalties. Theron, of course, is a relief to have back in his life as the one person he had the easiest time relating to and is probably the person that knows the most about Tyr Deckard as he's mustered up the courage enough to share. So, it's probably been mostly to Theron.

And it's usually quiet. Probably usually because he's been reminded he isn't alone, his experiences and reactions to them are valid. And absolutely when he almost lost Theron. And... possibly in private, alone, pacing his quarters after Theron's 'defection.' But you'll never get him to confirm or deny and if anybody in the Alliance knows, they're not talking. So, I guess, tldr, moments of extreme emotional honesty, times where he's felt he's been able to lay himself bare and be accepted, jagged edges and all. Theron's shoulder is a really good place for him to hide and process all of that vulnerability.

[tessacandraw]

I'm going to be honest.

I always knew I was bisexual. When I was little I was allowed to watch two and half men. Where they had pretty ladies. And I didn't think the women were lucky but Charlie. (The main character of the show) But I didn't really know sex. But I know making out. And it was people who weren't me. One was either intersex or trans. And a lady. (I didn't know what a dick was at the time so I never had my brain show me that but I knew) I think now looking back that's when I was Aegosexual and bisexual

I had this friend in middle school she was a lesbian and so pretty with her ginger hair. When she told me that she had a crush on me I didn't know how to respond. I didn't come out yet and was "straight"

I started questioning my sexuality when I dated a guy. But I didn't want to say I was while I was in a relationship with a guy. Because I think he was pansexual but also homophobic. (I should have never dated him.)

I tried telling my best friend without saying anything and that was showing a picture of making the bisexual flag in a landscape

(the artist is Lavendertowne)

When my sister asked if I was straight I always just said "yeah" but deep down I felt like a part of me was lying to one of my closest sisters.

As I was trying to tell my family this beautiful trans guy. Told me they had a crush on me. Now I have a resting bitch face. And I can sometimes be rude but I try to keep quiet. They say they're scared of women. But they still told me... They started to be persistent and kept asking me out. I turned them down. But after a while I couldn't resist he's beautiful hazel eyes. And I nodded in the lunch room. But I knew I couldn't come home and tell my mom I got into a relationship with a girl (at that time those were the pronouns)

So I had to tell my mom I was bisexual my sibling/best friend wanted to come out as trans. So on leap day. We both posted on Facebook. I went to school and I had to keep my phone in my locker or give it to my teacher. When the day ended I checked my comments on my Facebook post. My aunt told me that she's proud of me and she has a girlfriend too. One of my sisters was high so they just put a shocked emoji. And others of my siblings supportive me and told me they were proud of me coming out. But... My mom didn't comment on it which kinda hurts. She's the only parent I have left and she couldn't at least like the post? I know she saw it too.

When I got home she wanted to go to the Texas Roadhouse because of the song and my dad hated it. But he passed too soon. So we went there for him. My mom asked me "hey tess, do you want to bring your friend with us?" Talking about my partner. So she saw it and didn't like it or commented on it and called my partner my friend. It just kinda hurt a little...

The post btw

And then while dating my partner. I realize I'm Aegosexual. I just want to gather enough courage to tell them in person but I don't know when I'll see them again. So I told them through text. And then right after I told my best friend/sister and it's basically in their words "you get horny but don't want to have sex" which it's kinda like that. But after I told them... They stopped holding my hand and stopped giving me kisses. He also stopped making sexual jokes with me which I don't mind when they do it because they're my partner but my sister makes jokes about me licking their y'know what. And ask my questions like "you're still a virgin right" and it kinda makes me uncomfortable... But I don't feel the need to tell her because it's not important to her. It's different from saying I'm bisexual. But the only reason I told my best friend is because they tell me everything so I tell them everything besides one thing. I'll tell them it when I'm ready.

So I don't care about what pronouns people use for me. Which would be the gender fluid if I'm not mistaken. But my sister gets so mad that I accidentally call them "they" or "them" because my sister was nonbinary and I started calling everyone they/them. But they/them pronouns are their for everyone.

Would it be weird if I asked for a bisexual flag, Aegosexual flag and a gender fluid flag for my birthday?

[ourlordapollo]

So earlier this month I put together a plot wheel using three different story theories.

If you haven't seen it, I basically combined 3 different plot skeletons into one wheel because, as an aspiring pubpished author, I found myself struggling with plot structures that focused on things/genres I didn't care about.

Namely, it's REALLY HARD to find plotting advice that doesn't mention "bad guys" in some way, and I'm more interested in writing the kind of introspective, pretentious, philosophical man vs self novels that all the dark academia bloggers drool over.

So I made my wheel and decided to test it on an existing story to see how it holds up. And what did I decide was the best fit for my introspective, pretentious, philosophical man vs self plot wheel?

That's right, famous distant POV sci-fi horror/thriller novel Jurassic Park :)

Spoilers: It still worked. Jurassic Park is also noticeably bereft of "bad guys," and that's what is really important to me.

This will be more useful to you if you've actually read Jurassic Park, jsyk.

Let's begin.

Here's a shitty picture of the wheel for your squinting-at pleasure

The steps along the wheel are as follows:

In the ORDER-LIE realm, we have Hook, Setup, Inciting Event, Buildup, and 1st Plot Point (1st half)

In the CHAOS-LIE realm, we have 1st Plot Point (2nd half), Reaction, 1st Pinch Point, Realization, and Midpoint (1st Half)

In the CHAOS-TRUTH realm, we have Midpoint (2nd half), Action, 2nd Pinch Point, Renewed Push, and 3rd Plot Point (1st half)

In the ORDER-TRUTH realm, we have 3rd Plot Point (second half), Climax Begins, Confrontation, Climactic Moment, and Resolution

Gonna be so real here, I think ORDER shouldn't actually start again until Climactic Moment, but I couldn't resist the allure of diving the page into neat little quarters. At least they're making a solid push toward order once we transition :)

NOTE: This is an argumentative essay, not a statement of fact. I wanted to double-check my opinions against the opinions of others and couldn't find anything, so here I am. Alone with my opinion. I had some trouble fitting Jurassic Park neatly onto the wheel due to the differences in genre, but I think I made it work. I mean, I wouldn't be publishing this if I didn't think I got it right.

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HOOK: Crichton immediately breaks the first rule of my wheel by opening with a bunch of exposition about scientific research and discovery. This works anyway because genetics was a fashionable topic in that time period— mysterious and dangerous. Jurassic Park was published in 1990 and the first Pokémon Movie came out in '98. The idea of cloning and genetic manipulation had a hold on people.

We move on to a scene that sets up a mystery— what mysterious creature attacked the workman? Why is Ed Regis lying about it? Why did he steal the doctor's camera?

The mystery deepens as we follow a family on vacation. A child is attacked by a mysterious lizard. A partially-eaten lizard of the same variety is obtained and sent to the US (setting up the Setup/Inciting Event later on). What are these mysterious animals? What's going on?

Crichton also establishes a sense of urgency and the grotesque when he shows us a scene of a baby being eaten by these same mysterious lizards. The mystery is established and our disgust is aroused— What the Hell is going on?

SETUP: Drs Grant and Sattler are introduced, each in a characteristic moment that helps establish who they are and what role they will serve in the story. Dr. Grant is studying a velociraptor skeleton and Dr. Sattler is... also there. (Look, this isn't a feminist reading of Jurassic Park okay)

Other important characters (Dr. Malcolm, Donald Gennaro) are mentioned by name. John Hammond is introduced on the phone, also in a characteristic moment: stubbornly bitching about potential interference with his mysterious project

We also learn that a living dinosaur (or something convincingly resembling one) has been found in Costa Rica.

We are compelled to keep reading as we're handed more questions and no answers. Grant thinks of Hammond as an annoying distraction, but we as readers know that nothing is random. Hammond is in some way linked to this dinosaur.

INCITING EVENT: Hammond invited Grant and Sattler to visit Isla Nublar

Refusal of the Call: Grant doesn't want to go, as he believes this distraction this will keep him from his studies. Hammond entices him with the promise of funding a future dig.

SETUP CONTINUES: Gennaro is introduced at work, being reminded of his goals by his boss

We have now identified the major wants of 4 main characters:

Grant & Sattler — keep researching dinosaurs

Hammond — run his project without interference

Gennaro — run Hammond's project safely

We the readers are also presented with a map of Jurassic Park (not yet named). Hammond is properly introduced via flashback, illustrating his character. Dodgson is also introduced, along with his goal to steal dinosaur embryos.

Note: Dodgson plays an incredibly important role in the setup. He solves all pre-established mysteries, explaining that Hammond has successfully cloned dinosaurs. He also introduces a source of conflict, thus ensuring that the story is never without tension, and thus readers are never deprived of a reason to keep reading. Will Dodgson's plan succeed? Is he right?

SETUP CONTINUES: The introduction of Dodgson leads into the introduction of Nedry and the role he will play in the story. (Want: steal dinosaur embryos and make money)

Dr. Malcolm is also introduced. (Want: watch Chaos Theory play out in real tine)

TRANSITION: Grant, Sattler, Nedry, Malcolm, Gennaro, and Hammond arrive at Isla Nublar

Ed Regis, Tim, Lex, Dr Wu, Robert Muldoon, and John Arnold are introduced

The group takes a tour of the grounds

FIRST MAJOR PLOT POINT: The group (Grant, Sattler, Lex, Tim, Regis, Gennaro, and Malcolm) take the car tour of the actual park

The FMPP marks a transition from the familiar world (ORDER) into an unfamiliar world (CHAOS). Notably, this is the point where it becomes difficult or impossible for the protagonist(s)/main characters to extricate themselves from this world and return to normalcy. Interestingly, the phrase "we can't go back" is used multiple times by multiple characters on the tour, in reference to the track the electric cars are following. They literally can't go back.

Tim sees a loose velociraptor while traveling in the car.

Grant finds a velociraptor eggshell while Sattler and Dr Harding are investigating the sick stegosaurus.

This is relatively tame as far as FMPPs go— the plot wheel indicates that something much more severe and shocking should happen here. In fact, the idea of loose velociraptors should be pretty shocking and severe, but we the readers (as well the characters) still believe the LIE that Hammond (et al) have everything under control and all the problems so far will have easy fixes.

REACTION: Grant and Malcolm radio Control and ask them to count the dinosaurs; we learn that they have been breeding. Grant has an idea why, but the audience is left in the dark about this.

1ST PINCH POINT: The weather takes a turn, so the groups separate. Grant, Malcolm, Regis, Tim, and Lex leave; Sattler, Gennaro, and Harding stay.

The Antagonistic Force of Jurassic Park is chaos, nature, things no one could have predicted and things that no one can control. This takes many different forms: the weather, human error, dinosaur attacks, bad luck, etc. It's chaos. In this particular instance, the AF is the weather, and it doesn't seem all that threatening. But it sets off a chain of chaotic events that lead to disaster. This is a thriller novel, so it's the reader's ignorance that provides much of the tension.

Realization: Malcolm explains that, according to Chaos Theory, there may be more danger ahead. He also explains the concept of fractals.

In a way, Jurassic Park (the novel) mimics a fractal. At a macro level, it contains basic story elements (rising action, foreshadowing, climax, falling action). However, each scene is also that structure played out in miniatureJurasdic Park contains countless miniature models of itself.

At this point, everyone (except Malcolm) is deep within the LIE that everything will be fine. There may be some minor problems, but everything is under control. They can work it out. There's no real danger.

REALIZATION, CONT'D: Lex points out that velociraptors have made it onto a supply boat heading for the mainland, thus introducing a ticking clock. The storm interferes with radio connections and Nedry ties up all the phone lines, meaning Grant can't reach Control and ask them to stop the boat (which they couldn't do anyway).

MIDPOINT: Nedry cuts power to the park, which turns off all the electric fences of the dinosaur paddocks.

The t. rex escapes and attacks the cars.

Nedry leaves.

The Midpoint marks the transition from LIE to TRUTH. While the TRUTH, isn't wholly accepted yet, it's beginning to dawn on everyone that there's nothing simple or easy about this. However, they all still believe that the problem is fixable. (Accept for Malcolm. As the author's mouthpiece, Malcolm is afforded a level of genre-awareness that the other characters are not. Malcolm has lived within the TRUTH for the whole story and will remain there.)

This is best exemplified on a micro level: during the 1st half of the Midpoint, Muldoon doesn't believe the dinosaurs are a real threat despite the fences being down. However, he quickly learns how wrong he is when the t. rex attacks.

Note that the Midpoint does not represent a TOTAL accepting of the TRUTH. Everyone has accepted that there is imminent danger and that going back to normal will be more difficult than they'd planned, but everyone is still expecting things to go back to normal.

ACTION: Grant and the kids try to work out how to proceed after watching Regis die

Arnold decides to fix the power issue without Nedry

Muldoon and Gennaro start to search for survivors

2ND PINCH POINT: The t. rex attacks again. While Grant and the children are left unassailed this time, this is a reminder of the imminent danger they're in

Arnold resets the computer system. (Again, the readers' ignorance prevents us from knowing that is actually a bad thing. This is a result of the wheel-book genre mismatch)

RENEWED PUSH: (False victory march)

The power comes back on (seemingly) restoring everything to normal except the phone lines

Malcolm appears to be holding up okay despite his injuries

Muldoon and Harding begin tending to the park and the dinosaurs, repairing damage done by the storm, which has ended

Malcolm is expecting a Malcolm Effect, that is, for everything to suddenly descend into abrupt chaos.

The t. rex nearly kills Grant and the kids, but they escape and find themselves on a fast track back to the Lodge

Arnold finds Nedry's body, allowing Muldoon to retrieve the rocket launcher

Phones come back, doctor is called for Malcolm

Grant and the kids traverse the river and encounter dangers, which they overcome

Muldoon tranqs the t. rex; Muldoon and Arnold now believe that the final complications before order is restored is to return the t. rex to its paddock

3RD MAJOR PLOT POINT: Gennaro points out a low power warning on the computer and Arnold realizes that he was supposed to switch from auxiliary power to main power, and he never did

Power goes out again

Control realizes that the electric fences were never actually turned back on and that velociraptors have been loose in the park for at least 5 hours

Everything goes to shit

Arnold dies before he can get the generator running and get the power back on properly

Grant and the kids return to a wrecked Visitor's Center and total chaos

Velociraptors begin breaking into the Lodge with the express goal of killing everyone inside

Grant only has 30 minutes until the boat reaches the mainland

Now all characters (except Hammond, who never stops believing the LIE) accept the TRUTH— there is no return to normal. They are in an extremely complicated, serious survival situation.

RECOVERY: Note: Jurassic Park is a fast-paced thriller. As such, it skips the "dark night of the soul'" a moment of angst which often occurs after the 3rd Major Plot Point. The closest we get to it is a slower moment where a delirious Malcolm watches velociraptors slowly breach his room, and waxes philosophical about scientific progress

Grant works to get the power and the computers back on

Ellie distracts some of the velociraptors to facilitate this

Lex and Tim escape a raptor attack and make their way through the Visitor's Center

Wu is killed

CMIMAX BEGINS/CONFRONTATION: Grant, Gennaro, Lex, and Tim reach the control room, but they must get past the remaining velociraptors before they can get to work

13 minutes before the ship reaches the mainland. Raptors closing in.

Grant kills them and joins Gennaro and the kids at the computers

CLIMACTIC MOMENT: Tim and Gennaro get the main power back on, stopping the final remaining raptors from breaking into the Lodge— but they still need to stop the boat

Tim reaches the boat and Gennaro convinces the captain to return to Isla Nublar immediately

RESOLUTION: Grant, Sattler, Gennaro, and Muldoon investigate a raptor nest. This is their last chance to learn anything more about dinosaurs before the island is destroyed

Isla Nublar is firebombed and all the dinosaurs are killed

Hammond and Malcolm die

FINAL IMAGE: All survivors are safe in Costa Rica, but unable to return home. We learn that strange lizards have been spotted in the jungles of Costa Rica...

(This leaves us as readers uneasy and concerned)

[incarnateirony]

I didn't understand. Please repeat.

Yeah that's her any time I send a message but here you go.

So to simplify, she has essentially pissed off every ancestor I've ever had, because she fucked up, and thought my life plot stopped without her, because she treats people like games and roleplay and thinks she can narratively overwrite them, and it don't work like that, at least not where she's sitting sweetie. She can write her hearts dreams away, but I got 200 million up her ass writing over hers since she refuses to dismount my astral dick they're all metaphorically climbing now.

NO LEGIT SHE IS BASICALLY A MANIFESTATION BOMB, it's why the shit shows up on command so easy once things get twisted and turned enough, and she brings home a 50 lb foo dog with my red summoning eyes that freaks her out. Or pretends she ever posted about her fucking scorpion (or if she did I DIDNT KNOW AS A SINGULAR INDIVIDUAL BECAUSE I HAD BEEN TRYING TO IGNORE THE BITCH) and I literally call it to the field as a game joke seeing it in the potential cards and OH LOOK ITS HER DUMB FUCK SCORPION THAT DROWNS ITSELF IN THE WATER IT WONT STOP GORGING ON, SILLY GIRL, HER PLATES ARE SEPARATING, SHEA SAYS, WHILE COMPLAINING ABOUT ALL THE INEXPLICABLE SWELLING AND PAIN SHE HAS. I have so much shit up her ass and the home she basically turned into an altar to me BECAUSE SHE WONT READ A BOOK, it's all fucking... virtual systems ready bitch watch me spin your cat around until I find the fucking "house catches on fire from wire malfunction" button, I'm sure it's here somewhere, or we can just wait for the times she keeps getting directly jacked without realizing it, because she doesn't even know WHO she is to detect it, but leaves the most hilarious fucking confirming posts.

Her dad is literally building penis towers, and her sister, since around when this started, and she won't onboard the information, even when she accidentally admits her own shadow is in meltdown because again, she won't read a book, and doesn't understand what she confessed, because it made her feel special.

She sure got THOSE words stuck in her head when she thought it made her a goddess princess special peach, but man she tried to run from it like a dropped plotline once I dropped what it meant and why. She had NO CLUE I went through a massive state change a year ago and just thought she could keep fucking on fucking on with her crazy addiction, and she has LITERALLY been on my dick ever since. But because I was already close to it, she smelled the fucking. hermeneutic soul patch and couldn't resist shoving her nose up my ass everywhere and even training her fiance to lick it.

Considering what's going on, she might want to save any babyrushing or announcements, sweetheart. I told you, this is when the moon gives birth to the new pantheon in generation upon generation, and you won't get off my dick, and all your schizophrenic disassociative delusions are coming to life, but yeah. Have a baby for me sweetheart. Or five.

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