#but not adding anything cause i gotta come up with a character that feels like human akane but also DOESNT feel human

[mari-lair]

ahhhhh numbers 4 and 8 for the wip ask pls!

Sure thing! These are my main ones :D

8. supernatural Akane

AU where akane is a full supernatural. It still doesn't really have a plot. All I know is that it will switch povs, and that Teru is mean at first.

4. Opening Doors 3 - Love

The third chapter of a fic where Akane and Teru visit the red house to rescue Nene and Kou. It will have some moments with Akane bonding with everyone but it mostly focus on Akane realizing he love teru/his guilt over loving someone that isn't aoi.

since it's almost done, I'll give a small snippet

[kalims]

pop !

giving them a balloon with a confession in it and running away,

premise. out of confession ideas? sick of the pile of stupid papers crumpled up on the leg of your desk? or perhaps you're just in the 'you only live life once' mindset. since the school year is ending, why not get rid of the annoying feeling of him tingling your mind? (in the form of a balloon, you never said you were gonna stick around!)

characters. all sorted by dorm

content. mc runs away after giving it, based on a tiktok I stumbled across approximately a year ago... mentions of marriage (one sign and some were speeding through the future)

note. savanaclaws part hmmm yummy

heartslabyul

unsurprisingly, riddle gets a lot of bizarre things from students and professors alike. confessions are one thing but having one in this... circular, red, full of helium balloon is certainly a surprise. creative, he'll give them that. if anything he's just confused with it in his arms as you just sort of, shove it in his arms and run away. he recognizes you easily but once cater plucks it out of his grip and shows him the message he just turns red.

trey is the type of guy to accept whatever you give him, honestly. it doesn't matter if you give him the most random of items, he'll take it without a single word of query (unless it's really questionable.) you could hand him a bottle of mustard in class, trey'll just blink and hold onto it patiently. a pair of batteries? thanks he guesses. a red, inflated balloon? he spares you a questioning glance but you're already collecting dust with how fast you ran away so he turns it and resists a smile. clearly spotting the bold letters.

the opposite of clover, cater just doesn't take anything from you unless it piques his interest or is just a casual 'hold onto this for a few' like water or something. things bordering past unusual is what he'd hesitate to take, though less given he trusts you. sometimes he doesn't take it all together simply cause he doesn't feel like it. caters probably updated on everything so when you shove the balloon in his arms and beeline he's pulling out his phone ready to scream his ass off in his dump account. (also gotta magicam this, duh.)

will most likely just dump it on the ground without another thought. or hand it back to you. ace does not care about balloons, he might even pop it in your face. that is, if you stayed for more than a second. he feels more inclined to peer further cause you ran away so fast. you looked embarrassed, and he finds out quickly why you'd proceed to never show up to his face for the following week when he spots it. stares at it dumbly for like, a minute before taking off after you... be scared ig.

added to the top ten best moments of his life note on his phone. deuce silently highlights your name on it with the same angry, red bump on his forehead because he accidentally ran into a pole midst trying to find you around the campus. he had the same idea as ace (twins) which is finding you immediately except once he read the confession he promptly lost all his braincells in the process. so he's very excited, slash embarrassed, slash shy? and can't conjure any logic cause it's just your face.

savanaclaw

jokes on you. you think he's gonna make an effort to catch your stupid balloon? leona just watches it drop to the floor. the effort is only exerted when he's absolutely sure you've run away on your slow legs, he's not bashful—not at all. maybe that's just denial speaking though. he takes one look at the balloon, and pops it with a single dig of his nail. the stare is so brief that you'd doubt if he ever read it at all, when the evidence of your apparent love is now non-existent in the physical world, very much still lingering inside him. leona comes to the predicament that he can't seem to sleep days after.

ruggie is all too familiar with the lack of appreciation some folks hold towards cheaper material gifts. like a luxury jewel, a big, shiny lil' thing ultimately rotting in the closet of some soul cause its the 'price' that counts. he spots the words easily, discerning the black ink. not entirely formed with straight lines, the keen eyes of his spots the wriggles some hold. as though whoever wrote was nervous and he bores an impish grin. (and some back corner of his closet holds no big, pricey jewel, but the deflated balloon is worth all the more to him.)

more likely to leave it on accident. after falling victim to the annoying pranks his other first year 'friends' like to do, with him as the victim apparently. he's more suspicious of it than anything, jack does not want a face full of whipped cream once again. he stares at it like it's an alien and only goes for the initiative to take it into his hands when it rolls and showcases the very bold text, highlighted and straight to the point. jack inevitably ends up accidentally popping it due to the fear that some other person probably saw it, he did not mean to wreck it. atleast not with a messy chain of thoughts, but hey. atleast he got the message...

octavinelle

well versed in catching you in a gentle manner, if you ever slipped (he definitely did not practice.) so azul's reflexes respond quick enough to capture the red little thing with ease. he recognizes it as one of your antics, and he rarely doesn't humor them since it was harmless ones that don't really get under his skin, unlike that of the tweels... the curiosity of looking forward to whatever you had far outweighed any annoyance, and great sevens he might actually combust. ("JADE PREPARE THE LOUNGE—") <- absolutely ready to initiate the plans he had detailed through a script ages ago if this were to ever happen, with a red face. ha, ha.

either clueless, or already got an idea based entirely on the adorably stiff look on your face. jade easily puts two and two together, it's quite funny because he picks it up and doesn't spare a single look. stalking off to find you immediately, and only then does he take a peek as to whatever made the balloon special, right in front of you cause apparently he's gotta witness your raw embarrassment in the flesh?

floyd is likely not interested in the ball in the first place, he thinks you want to play catch so he runs after you with a laugh that... makes you a lot more concerned. he flings it uselessly to the face of some poor soul before he sprint after you, probably traumatizing them when they spot the 'I like you' on it, and when they realize they got it from the resident terrorist whose definition of 'I like you' is 'you're entertaining, I'm gonna keep on playing with you'. (only blinks when you tell him about it, seeing as he isn't close to releasing you anytime soon from his arms.) caught you!

scarabia

sparkles, around the sun... too bright... kalim's blinding everyone else with his obvious joy. almost immediately turns it and it's clear he saw something he really liked cause he has one of those grins, really wide, showing off his teeth and his face scrunches up to the point where you could barely spot the red irises of his eyes. his lips are wobbly too! and he thought the notion was simply too cute... (so much he just had to send it back, so you could feel what he felt too!) except it comes in a hundred times balloons inside your home.

really confused. is this supposed to be a new form of comfort in the era that he hasn't caught up with yet? jamil does nothing much to stop you from running away, yeah. that's your choice but it did strike an inkling of suspicion in him. with the way you aggressively shoved the balloon in his arms before you ran away makes him think it's contents are supposed to be for him only. seeing as you collected dust with that sprint, so he brings it home. and damn, thank god he did because seven forbid if anyone else actually saw the flicker of bashfullness in his expression, hopefully not his warming ears either.

pomefiore

you try to fool him by not rushing up to him, shoving it and then speeding away for once. but instead calmly placing it in his arms and then walking away like it might be the last time yall have a friendship haha (👀) vil sees right through you either way. dare I say he thinks the whole execution is strange, he means, you could literally just walk up to him and say the exact same thing written on the balloon and he would've loved it either way but eh, atleast you got it out!

don't walk into his room cause you will probably the very prominent place the balloon has in his room. rook surprisingly did not put it on a pedestal which is tame for his nature, but it does have a place in the corner of stuff he absolutely adores. you'd think you'd spared yourself from the embarrassment of seeing his reaction cause c'mon, that was a confession. it's nerve-wracking! but NO cause you spy him outside the window of your class and suffer a heart attack (3rd floor btw)

wherever he read that, epel's jaw drops. people would mistake him as someone who escaped from a mental asylum from the way he's gaping at a balloon like he just got told vil schoenheit got canceled on magicam for some controversy (he in fact, did not.) spends so much time staring at it, and the following where he's managed to snap out of it is spent also staring off into the distance *wedding bells ringing*

ignihyde

uuuuhhhhh... either send it to him digitally or shove it inside his room and dip?? if we're going with the latter, idia doesn't even notice until like, a day after cause he's been playing for. and it isn't even him who notices!! it's ortho!!! even if he did find it he would've ignored it, but behold, ortho, who reads the text in a hilariously flat tone. idia thought his brother was professing his love until the boy reveals it was from you. (nearly falls off the chair, then actually falls when he realizes it's been a day. imagine getting ghosted irl haha)

ortho could be the delivery boy if you're too embarrassed lmao. will help you in constructing a more poetic way with words but honestly the "YOU'RE CUTE LETS DATE" gets it done. boy probably doesn't understand why you don't wanna do it yourself, and records the entire thing, reaction of the person? forwarded to you until he leaves. but now you're suffering through wanting to watch, and not because you're too pussy to actually do it.

diasomnia

what... malleus is the equivalent of '???' like he's seen a few of these unique, forms but he never got the purpose of them. so he assumes it's like, some nice gift of human traditions question mark. so he appreciates it either way, he looks content honestly which is funny cause the terrifying wizard looks kinda silly holding that balloon like it's a child. actually you should've just gave him a blank balloon cause once he spots the confession, oh honey. are you fine with early marriage?

if you can't find lilia might as well yeet the balloon in the ceiling. chances are, he's there and he's gonna catch it. there's already a cheeky smile quirking up the ends of his lips, usually he'd have some sort of retaliation on the personal attack you inflicted on his heart but oh dear, it's strangely blank. he's humming, the round thing upside down as he rubs his chin in contemplation. everyone's just scared at the echoing giggles of the already dark hallway.

an attack? AN ATTACK! unlike lilia who knows how to use the figurative words youth joke about all the time, sebek is... hilariously serious about most things, if not so much that it strikes just a teeny tiny concern in your mind. honestly you didn't take much into account, not the fact that he might consider it as an assault or something because you're already speeding away. apparently not having gotten too far cause he catches up easily and holds you up by the back of your collar like a cat. (you'd most likely have to mention the words cause all he registered was the apparent attack, when he does check he goes redder in the face and accidentally drops you. nows your chance to run!!)

*angelic voice singing* silver, my boo boo, I mean what...? felt something soft being squeezed into his arms, he knew it was you but assumed it was a pillow so he just?? used it as a pillow?? under his head now?? most folks would be confused at the sight of the sleepy guy laying on a balloon cause, one, it might pop and startle everyone in vicinity, two, there's words scribbled on it. although cut off since his head is blocking the way, but the 'LIKE YOU' is really obvious. so he wakes up, glances at it and goes back to sleep, except he couldn't cause the balloon actually popped comically the same time he absorbed it in.

[amethystfairy1]

What I'm getting from the hermit-a-day-may s is that now there are a lot more characters in ttsbc mainly that we just have to wait to see more of

And they are all amazing as well so I can't wait

Btw what's next in the rotation for ttsbc?

(I really should start binging tt at some point cause rn I haven't and I found you through ttsbc but my finals are starting soon so I've decided I'll wait until they are finished, trying to be reasonable here, I should work)

I'm so glad you're enjoying all the new characters in TTSBC thanks to Hermit-a-Day May!

I will say, for a lot of these guys, they probably won't show up again in anything beyond minor roles in the background of our main storylines...y'know, probably. I make no promises, because my main promise to myself with both my AUs is that I'm gonna write what I feel like writing at any given time...that's why I've been able to continue writing both of them so frequently without feeling bored or burned out, I'm still just as thrilled and giddy and excited to work on my AUs as I was when I started them both!

Next for TTSBC? To be completely honest, I'm not sure 😆 I have a few multi-chapter stories in the works, one of which is done, another of which is nearly done, just gotta decide which one I wanna put out next.

I've mentioned in other places, but I'm planning to use the rest of May to work on TT while adding to TTSBC with the Hermit-a-Day fics! I'm just really in the mood to work on TT right this second for some reason, plus like 90% of the Hermit-a-Day fics take place in TTSBC, so it's not like that AU is getting neglected 😆 So once you escape finals then I think now would be a great time to start binging TT! Please read the tags as you do, I'm sure you've seen my rambling about how it's got some dark themes in it. I'm very proud of how it's coming out! I hope you enjoy it! 💖

[hsgucci94]

The ghosts came out to play

Summary: Harry and Y/N attend a Halloween party…

Content warnings: fluff??????

Word count: 3.1k

masterlist

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Harry wasn’t so sure about dressing up that night. Yes, it was Halloween. Yes, they had been invited to a party. But no, he wasn’t in the mood to put together a few items just to try look like a movie or a book character, or even like a celebrity he might or might not know. At 35 years old, custom parties were no longer his thing, and he didn’t find Halloween as fun as before.

Y/N knew that, and of course she was more than okay with him not dressing up, but she did. Her outfit was all black: black t-shirt, black stockings, black short skirt and black boots. Nothing Halloween themed, until she added a devil horn headband and a red tail. Now she was officially a little devil, and Harry couldn’t help but chuckle the moment she walked into his bedroom fully dressed up.

“That’s gotta be your most self-explanatory costume till date, darling.”

“Oh, shut up,” she retorted, jokingly smacking his arm, which only caused him to laugh harder. His arms wrapped around her waist, and pulled her close enough to kiss her, her red lipstick slightly staining his lips. She giggled at such sight, before passing her thumb over them to clean them off.

“I’m so excited for tonight,” she smiled.

“You are?,” he mirrored her expression. Her happiness was always so contagious, and that was just one of the many things he loved about her.

Y/N nodded, pecking at his lips again, “I’ve the feeling it’s gonna be a good night.”

After dating for a bit longer than a year, Y/N was thrilled to be getting to know more about him. She had recently met his family, and that night was about to meet some of his closest friends.

Ever since their relationship started, they had been taking it slow and doing things low-key, almost hiding from the world and its sick curiosity. It was already hard enough for him to date as a famous singer and actor, so things were even more complicated now that he was a divorced man dating a girl 11 years his junior.

But Y/N had been like a breath of fresh air to him. They got introduced to each other at a friend’s birthday party and slowly hit it off; date after date and one step at a time. She soon turned into his lucky charm, the one that had helped him see things differently after having to face such a tumultuous divorce. He wanted to make her happy. If possible, as happy as she made him, so even though he would have much rather spent the night at home, watching movies, eating spooky candy and having makeout sessions every now and then, he had agreed on going to that Halloween party just because he knew she would enjoy it.

“What if I dress all black, too, and wear my red-pearl necklace? Would that match with you?,” he asked her, suddenly cheering up a bit on the whole 31st of October celebration thing.

“You sure you wanna dress up?”

“I know I said I wasn’t going to, but now you’ve made me a little envious,” he chuckled, sweetly pinching her cheek, “I don’t have anything, so maybe you can help me come up with something homemade?”

She nodded, smiling. “Of course, H. I’ve got a red trident that I’m not gonna use anymore, so I think that will be more than enough. We won’t most definitely win any couple’s costume competition, but at least we’ll look good,” she giggled, and his smile only got bigger.

When he parked in front of Niall’s house, Harry’s hands were pretty sweaty. His mind had been off all the drive there, and he was glad Y/N didn’t seem to notice while singing and humming to the songs that were playing on the radio.

At 35, he was still feeling as nervous as a 15 year-old now the he was about to introduce his girlfriend to his friends. Not because they were going to judge him for their age gap, but because it was the first girl he had been with since his separation two years back. He wanted that night to be fun and go smooth for the both of them, so hopefully it would.

“Wow, your friend Niall really went all out with the decorations,” Y/N said, admiring wide eyed the way his house had been transformed for the occasion.

Harry chuckled next to her, passing his arm around her shoulders, “The Irish always knows how to throw a party.”

Candy bowls in every table, fake spider web hanging from every single ceiling corner, and the dim light that lightened up every room gave the place the right spooky atmosphere.

“Hey! Where’s your costume?,” Niall shouted, a beer in hand as he approached his friend. Apparently, he was a Vampire; the cape and fangs gave it away.

Harry rolled his eyes, before lifting the red trident up in the air as if it was so obvious what he was dressed up as.

“You’ve always been shitty at coming up with good ones…, oh, lord. Good to see ya, mate,” the Irish man replied, bringing him into a hug, “Oh, -wait, this is her?,” Niall rose his eyebrows, looking between Harry and Y/N a couple of times the moment he noticed her standing next to each other. When he saw his British friend nodding, he smiled, pulling Y/N in for a hug, “Ah! So good to finally meet you!”

“Guess this is the poor girl that’s been bearing with your ass, Styles?,” Louis spoke, peeking behind Niall, “Y/N, right? Welcome to the squad, love.”

“Thank you. It’s so nice to finally meet you two,” she replied, smiling at the two men standing in front of her.

“So, devils?,” Louis asked them, pointing at their costumes.

“See? It isn’t so rubbish if you can guess it at first try,” Harry retorted, looking directly at Niall.

“Whatever,” this one answered, rolling his eyes, “Go make yourselves at home. There’s plenty of food and drinks for you both to have a terrific night,” he winked at them, before turning around and leave to greet someone else, Louis dismissing them a few minutes later with a small pat on their shoulders.

That was exactly what they did. They walked into the kitchen, where Harry took advantage of all the time he had spent at that house to grab the things he needed to make Y/N a drink. And of course it couldn't be any other than a Bloody Mary.

"The occasion calls for it," he smirked at her, handing her the glass. She laughed a bit, accepting it and taking a good sip.

"'S good, Styles," she passed her tongue over her lips, cleaning them.

"Thank you, miss."

"Aren't you gonna make one for yourself?"

"I don't feel like drinking tonight," he admitted, shrugging. She nodded, and entwined her arm with his before taking them to the living room, where music was blasting through the speakers as Frankenstein, the Little Mermaid, the Cookie Monster and many others danced to the rhythm..., or not at all.

"It's gotta be the scariest room in this house," Harry murmured just for her ears, looking at the dance floor.

"Harry!," she was quick to scold him between giggles, "Not everyone's lucky enough to have your moves, Mr. Treat People With Kindness."

"Right, 'm sorry," he chuckled, and she then hid her face in his jacket because she couldn’t stop laughing at his terrible joke.

In that precise moment, he was glad they were both there, and that she had managed to convince him to come to that Halloween party he didn’t even want to attend in the first place. The day he received Niall's invitation he texted him right away letting he know he wasn’t up for it. But then Y/N found the card and her eyes sparkled. She even gave him a twenty-minute rant about how Halloween night was meant to be spent outdoor at someone's house drinking extra bitter beer while plying beer pong, which seemed enough to convince him. Little did she know that what got him to agree on such plan was actually her excitement and the fact that he just couldn’t ever say no to her.

When she managed to stiffen her laugh, she looked up at him, and he took the opportunity to grab her chin and press a kiss to her lips, savouring the Bloody Mary from her tongue. "Did I tell you already how hot you look tonight?," he whispered against her mouth.

"Not yet..., no," she bit her lip, her cheeks blushing a bit.

"Alright, you two! There's an empty guest room if you wanna use it, lovebirds. Harry knowns which one I'm talking about," Niall chuckled, passing next to them.

Of course he did, he had slept there countless nights.

Y/N only blushed harder at Niall's words, while Harry's countenance turned pale.

The night Rebecca handed him the divorce papers after confessing she had been sleeping with her coworker before deciding to put an end to their marriage, that's where he slept. When she asked him to pack his things and leave the house they had bought together, that's where he went. When he had no place to stay or will to live for almost six months after their divorce was filled, that room became his shelter. And as thankful as he was and would always be for Niall for being a best friend when he needed one the most, that room, that house even, was still haunted to him.

Y/N noticed his sudden mood change, "Hey..."

"I'm fine... I just need some fresh air," he assured her. She nodded, and was ready to walk outside with him until he gestured her to wait for him there. She frowned, but just watched as he opened the front-door and disappeared.

Out in the night, Harry forced himself to take a deep breath, feeling the air escaping his lugs as he was finding it harder to breath. The memories he had been hiding in the back of his mind for so long were starting to make a comeback, reminding him how heartbroken he once felt. The past was feeling so overwhelming so out of the blue, his eyes started getting watery, and soon he was letting all his pain and frustration out in the form of tears. They ran down his cheeks desperately, wetting his face, and even though he was alone and no one could see or hear him in that state, he hid his face between his hands, using them to cushion his sobs.

He didn’t know how long he had been there for when he heard Y/N calling his name.

"Harry?"

He quickly passed his hands over his face, cleaning his wet cheeks with the back of them. He readjusted his clothes and took a deep breath, wishing his cheeks weren’t as flushed as they usually got whenever he cried.

"What happened?," she cautiously approached him.

His back was to her, so she hugged him from behind, her hands resting over his stomach. He closed his eyes, feeling relieved to have her there. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he rested his hands over hers. They stayed there in silence for a few minutes, until Y/N broke it, once she realised he had no intention of talking to her about whatever made him feel that way.

She wanted to understand why he hadn’t opened up to her yet, but deep down she couldn’t. Thirteen months together and it seemed like she was pages ahead of him when it came to their relationship. She wondered right there and then if they would ever be on the same one.

"Last month was our one-year anniversary," she softly spoke, "By then, I had already introduced you to my family and my closest friends. You, on the other hand... I've been honest with you, Harry, I opened up to you in ways I didn’t to anyone before," she gulped. He knew well enough where her words were heading to. "I've got the feeling that...," she gulped again, unable to mouth her thoughts out, scared they might be true.

He closed his eyes, not knowing she did, too. He closed them because her words hurt him, unaware his lack of them pained her.

Y/N let out a rather quiet sigh, before unwrapping her arms and turning around to make her way back inside. She had the feeling she was slowly losing a battle, and was not so sure if she wanted to stay to pick up the rubble.

"I'll go grab my things and take a taxi home," she mumbled. Then, silence. The was the last straw.

He could feel her slowly slipping though his fingers only because he was afraid of letting her in completely. During their last months together she had included him in all her family and friends gatherings, showing him how serious she was about them both. Him, however, introduced her to his mum the week before, only because Anne decided to surprise her son in his London home, not knowing Y/N, her partner, would be there as well. His mum wasn’t even aware he was in a relationship.

Harry needed to get his act together, he knew that. He didn’t know how, however. He had posponed for so long talking about Rebecca, and his feelings, and the way he was afraid of letting someone else come into his life just because he wasn’t capable of losing someone he loved again..., he didn’t know where to start. So he just got inside Niall's house, and looked for Y/N.

He found her in a corner, thanking Niall for the invitation and saying goodbye to both him and Louis. Harry cautiously approached her from behind, resting his hand in her back as he lowered his head enough to say: "Don't call a taxi, I'll drive you to your place". His friends looked at them confused, a bit conflicted wether they wanted to know what was up with them or not at all. They chose to leave and let them fix it on their own.

Y/N shook her head, before turning around to face him, "I think we both need some time alone."

Harry scratched his nose, "No, we don't. We're fine together."

"We clearly aren’t if you don’t feel like you can trust me with whatever it is you aren’t telling me, Harry," she quickly retorted, in a pissed tone that soon turned into a hurt one. Her voice cracked by the end of the sentence, and she had to pinch hard the inside of her cheek to avoid her emotions to take over. She wanted him to confide in her the same way she did on him..., was that too much to ask? "Is it me? Am I the problem?," she continued, her eyes getting watery the more she stared at his, "Didn’t I show you you can count on me the same way I can count on you? I just... don't understand why you keep pushing me away."

"Come with me," he said, and grabbed her hand, walking them both out of the living room and up the stairs. His feet took him almost instantly to that room in particular, and as soon as he was in front of it, a knot grew in his stomach. But he pushed the uncomfortable thought away and opened the door, letting her in. When he shut the door behind him, he glued his back to it, before grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her to him, his arms wrapping her in a hug.

His eyes remained closed, unable to open them and see the four walls that brought so many bad memories to him. He thought he had already escaped them, but there they were, back on his mind.

He didn’t remember a time where he had been more miserable than that one, so talking about his divorce and how it made him feel wasn’t an easy task. He them pulled away enough to fix his eyes on her face, passing a hand through it to put some strands of hair behind her ear, "You know I divorced a couple of years ago, but you don't know why: my ex-wife cheated on me," he gulped, "I came home one day and she told me she had been sleeping around with her coworker and that that was the end of us. I hadn’t really felt so strong about someone until I met her, and I truly thought we were gonna be together forever. I... I loved her,” a small sigh escaped from his lips, "Once our marriage ended, I lost my mind. She took the house, so I came here to sleep. This was my room, and until then I don’t think I have ever cried so much in my life," a sad smile peeked enough through the corners of his mouth, "I know this conversation should have happened sooner, my darling, and I’m sorry. I guess I’ve kinda been taking things slower than usual between us because I don’t want you to get tired of me like my ex did. But she’s my past and you’re my present, and I promise to prove you so from now on.”

Y/N had been silently listening to him talk, and now that he had finished, she didn’t know what to say, so she tightened her grip around him as a response. Her face hid in the crook of his neck as she told him with her hold everything she couldn’t with her voice. Harry felt relieved for finally having opened up to her, and was glad to know she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I don’t want to keep you like a secret, neither I want you to feel like one,” he mumbled, “But I do want our relationship to feel special, so that’s why I’ve been taking my time to figure out where the right time to do what was.”

“So me meeting your mum wasn’t actually scheduled for another few months?,” she replied, graciously frowning at him.

He chuckled, playing along, “Something like that, yeah.”

“Jokes aside…, thanks for telling me this, H.”

He nodded, a small smile growing between his lips. He then pressed their lips together and kissed her, their tongues soon intensifying the kiss. “Do you still want me to take you to your place?”

“Not really. Can I still stay the night at yours?”

“I find the whole question pretty offensive, if you ask me,” he replied, pecking at her lips again, “Of course you can, love. In fact, I wouldn’t like you sleeping anywhere else tonight.”

[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 12.5

Time for something a little... Hands-off.

Character: Franky Reader: gender neutral Warnings: remote controlled sex toy, sex harness, no mention of gender or genitalia for reader, dom-ish! Franky, edging, 18+

Summary: I am Really REALLY bad at writing Franky, but I gave it my best y'all. You and Franky build a custom harness to spice up your days. Franky's added some... improvements. -:- 732 words

Note: I think this might be the Worst Thing I've Ever Written - so please proceed with caution. It's not even an official kinktober. I don't even like the BANNER. But I wrote it, and it seemed wrong to not post it.

Remote Control

Franky helped you get into the custom harness that the two of you had been working on for the last few months. Supple leather let it sit comfortably against your bare skin, and the precise tailoring meant everything sat exactly where it was suppose to.

“How’s the fit?” Franky questions, tugging a little and making sure it was snug and not tight.

“Good, nothing pinching, nothing too tight.” You shift a little and have to set your foot as your body trembles. The harness isn’t entirely external. “N-nothing too big either.”

“Sit, bend, twist.” He says, taking a step back. “You gotta make sure it’s not limiting your motion.”

“Y-yeah.” You move around, sitting, bending and moving as much as you could. A few times your breath catches as something shifts, but the more it happens and the more you get use to it, the better. “Nothing hurts. Feels a little weird in a few of the motions, but not uncomfortable.”

“Super!” Franky says in his trademark way. “Get dressed then, let’s see how it looks under your clothes.”

“Sure, sure.” You agree, pulling your clothes on. It was the first time in your life that putting on clothes felt more lewd than taking them off. Once you were fully clothed, you did a twirl for Franky.

“Can you tell?” you question, moving yourself around a little more again to make sure nothing caught on the harness.

“A tiiiiiiny bit,” he admits. “But I think that’s cause I know what I’m looking for.”

“Well, the best way to know for sure is to meander around the ship for a little bit.” You feel your blood rush through you at the idea. It was like being on display without actually being on display, and it felt devious. “I’ll be back.”

“Sure, sure.” Franky says as you walk away. You hear a click and the harness whirrs to life, inside and out. All your sensitive parts are suddenly stimulated by the harness and you moan involuntarily as you sink to your knees, just a few steps away from your lover. The movement shifts the harness just a little, moving everything the barest amount, but it’s enough to send new jolts through you.

Every time your body tenses the pleasure of all the little vibrators slice through you like lightning, and it takes everything you have, to not cry out with each twitch. It’s almost an overload, feeling so much happening all at once.

You can barely control yourself as your hips shift, bucking into nothing but air as more of you sinks to the floor. Franky steps over to you, standing beside you for a minute, watching as you twitch, and listening to the sounds dribbling from you.

Your breath starts to come out faster, heavier, you were close. The harness was going to force an orgasm out of you no matter what, and there just wasn’t anything you could do about it.

Click.

Franky pushed the remote control again and the harness shut down. The sound that passes your lips is a mix of disappointment and relief. After a few deep breaths, you push yourself back up to your knees and feel Franky looming over you.

Franky doesn’t usually loom.

He can. He’s certainly big enough, and he can be intimidating when he wants to be, but most of the time he’s just your big, lovable, goofy partner.

Right now, however, you can feel a different kind of shiver running down your back. It wasn’t often that Franky took on a dominating role with you, but you weren’t against it.

“Stand up.” He says it easily enough, almost lightly. Certainly not with the weight of which he’s looming over you.

You get to your feet, letting out one last shuddering breath before you look up at him. He’s smiling at you, but there’s something in his eyes.

“Good, now you know what it feels like, when you go for your walk around the ship you’ll be able to hide it better.” He pats your head, taking a step back and giving you room to leave the workshop.

“Make sure you walk all over the Sunny,” he adds. “It’ll be the only way to test the range of the remote.” He leans down, voice low in your ear. “When you get back we’ll run the battery out, so if you come back too soon…”

[creativeartgal]

I just thought of this while I was at was at work. heads up it isn't going to be very coherent but is still long. spoilers ahead for all of obey me and nb

ok so I was just thinking about what might happen in season 3 of nb. specifically on if they will introduce Michael or not (more likely not but whatever) I basically was thinking that if the were going to add him they would probably add in other characters as well. the reason I say this is cause they added 3 new characters at once last time. so I figured they would do multiple new characters at once instead of just adding 1. so I got to wondering on if that's true who would be added as well. at first I thought it would be cool if it was the other exchange students ( the ones that went to the celestial realm and human world. I know the game forgot about them but I haven't) Like Beel named one demon that went to the human world so could be possible. maybe someone brand new. then, I don't know why, I thought about Diavolo's dad. then my brain went off

ok I'm going to sound absolutely insane right now but.... what if Diavolos dad is the reason we went back to the past. wait!!! hear me out before you put the straight jacket on me. I have some things that make sense to me but are still dumb.

number 1 Diavolo's dad is still "alive"

if I am remembering correctly Diavolos dad (who I will be referring to as dd) is not dead but just asleep. granted its been thousands of years since he's been asleep but not dead. like if he was dead then dia would be king instead of just a prince right? so theoretically he could make some appearance in obey me at some point. but why would I think he would?

number 2 the trailer.

in the description for the video it says "You have reformed your pacts with the brothers and returned to the present where a new event at RAD is waiting for you. Things look to be as lively and comforting as ever, but something feels off and no one else seems to notice..." what if something feels off because dd has woken up. like to be the king of all demons dudes gotta be really powerful. so what if him awakening gives off weird vibes across the devildom. hell it could be some what similar to season 2 when mc powers got too strong.

ok so if we go with this theory that dd would show up what does that have to do with anything? a lot according to my mind. ok so what if dd is nightbringer? again hes would most likely be really powerful so what if he has the ability to send someone to the past. I mean asside from Barbatos, Michael has been show to at least be able to tell and communicate when someone has been sent back in time so whos to say that dd couldn't as well? also if I remember correctly in og's new years event Dia stopped time for a bit so if he could to that its not that much of a reach to think that daddy can do the same or more. "But Lisa what if by that they meant that Dia asked Barbatos to stopped time since he's the one with time powers" oh you think I haven't thought of that!? if he doesn't have some type of time powers then he could ask Barbatos to do it for him. maybe dd thinks that it would be some what beneficial for Diavolo in the future to send mc to the past. and since Barbs want to do what's best for Dia and if what dd says is true then he would oblige in sending mc. or maybe cause he's the king and barbs has to listen to him but whatever. anyway this is more of what I think could have happened. i think we can all agree that everything leads to barbatos being the one who sends us back in time. but this can still be true with dd being the mastermind behind this. also dd can kinda take the blame if people start not liking Barbs cause of this.

ok but why would dd want to do this? why have Mc go into the past to remake pacts that they already have? at this point I a grasping at straws (as if I wasn't already) what if some kind of danger is coming to the devildom. maybey its becuae I just want some bigger stakes but what if theres some conflict brewing between the devildom and the celestial realm.

reason 1 solomon bringing up sides

i feel like hes brought up mc picking sides a litttle too much in the first season for that to not mean something. hell he even has a conversation with nightbringer about who mc would side with if anything would happen. not to mention trying to make mc promise to always protect the human world if something should happen.

reason 2 Michael and the celectial realm

Honesly like whats his deal. and im not saying that cause i wanna smack him. like what was up when he cure mc of their coma. dude litterally was like don't make pacts with the brothers or face the consequences. not to menion raphael mentioned the same thing while trying to get the brothers back to the celestial realm only for it to reveals at the end of season 1 that it was actually michale discised as Raphiel. it was also mentioned at the end of season 2 that the only way Lucifer could have been convicted and sent to coctus that it had to be agreed apon by 2 representatives from each world. Now I'm not saying one of them was Michael.... But I wouldn't be surprised. Kidding honestly it could be any angel but that would be more interesting. "Lisa that was in the past things are chill now" is it!? Yes technically everything in nb is in the past but, like I said, Michael knows when mc fucks around in the past. Plus we totally didn't listen to his threat about not making pacts. Dude is probably pissed when mc comes back to the present having pacts² with the bros.

Idk to me it feels like there could be some kind of conflict brewing. Now this could be because of anything. Maybe just some animosity between angels and demons. I think it was mentioned before that the devildom and celestial realm have fought before but haven't in a long time. But it's not hard to believe that some angels don't think to kindly of demons or vice versa I mean look at Luke. He didn't like demons at all in the first season of og even tho there hasn't been any real conflict in ages. Or hell look at the house of lords that were constantly mentioned and caused issues in nb. They had problems with the brothers because they were angels as well as with diavolo cause he was helping them. Honestly it could just be a lot of small things adding up to some kind of breaking point. But where would the fun be in that?

Ok so from here on out this is mostly from personal head cannons I've had since I finished season 3 of og. I think mc magic is kinda overlooked since season 2. Sure mc has the ring of light to help manage their powers but there was some damage to all 3 worlds because of them. Hell they could have destroyed the 3 realms if it wasn't for Simeon. You can't tell me there wouldn't have been some animosity for them cause of that. Granted we don't know if anyone other than the main cast knows about this. Well except for 1. Michael. He knows about all of this. Hell he was already wary of mc because who they associate with so adding the unstable magic isn't far fetched. Granted in the few times he interacted with me he's been cordial but like I mentioned in nb he sounded frustrated with them. so how long is that good will going to last. Plus we don't definitively know that nobody else knows the cause for the harm caused in season 2. Other angles could see mc as a problem because of their magic. Sure Solomon is more powerful and has caused problems for at least the devildom before, but he can control his magic.

Ok so where did we leave season 2 of nb. Mc has made pacts with the brothers for a second time. Something that Michael did not want. The same pacts that was the catalyst for mc magic becoming too powerful in the original game. Yes some has to do with their angelic bloodline but mc wasn't able to use magic until creating the pacts and even then in lesson 10 Solomon had to lend some of his own magic to help mc summon Asmo for the first time despite have 3 pact already. Who's to say doubling pacts won't make mcs magic stronger. Now I'm not saying we're going to have this conflict for a second time. Most likely mc magic isn't going to be that effected or at the very least the ring of light will still work as a buffer. But that doesn't matter if others believe that they will be a threat. What if that's why Michael didn't want us forming the pacts again? What if he was scared of something like season 2 happening again only for there to be no easy solution this time cause they already have the ring? What else could calm their magic? I'm not saying he would hurt mc but he doesn't know what could prevent something that that happening again. What if he wants to take Lisa to the celestial realm to try and make sure they don't cause more damage unintentionally. Or kill them if you want to get really angsty. Either way I don't think the cast would let me be taken away even if it's the first option. Which could lead to some kind of conflict. Again I feel like it could be a mix of a bunch of things piling up and this would just be the last straw.

"Lisa what does this have to do with Dias Dad" hang on Im getting there. What if dd is somewhat aware of of things that already happened. Maybe he woke up for a time during season 2 hell he could still be awake but we don't know it and found out some info that could make him believe that some conflicts is coming. So he send mc to the past with help from barbatos. Why? Who knows. Maybe to find a way to prevent things dd needed to get mc out of the way for a bit. But why the pacts? Maybe if some kind of conflict is inevitable the pacts would be helpful for mc and the brothers. With pacts it can allow them to boost each other's powers so having double pacts could cause double the boost. Which could come in handy. So that could have been the plan.

And that's all that I could come up with for now at least. Again I'm most likely just a dumbass and and connecting dots where there are none but I really found this theory really interesting. I'm just typing this up cause I wanna know if this makes sense to anyone else even if I'm absolutely wrong on every level here.

Oh also I didn't know where to add this but in regards to the last part of the trailer with Simeon. I'm just throwing this out there. What if dd turns Simeon into a demon. I have no explanation for this just thought that would be cool. Ok have a nice day

Me in my head when I'm at work

[starcrossedxwriter]

I don’t know if you’ve been asked this before, or if you’ve answered this, but has anyone ever asked Michael or Charlotte where the nickname Honeybee came from? I just thought of that and it tickled me cause how would they answer that with a straight face.

Ok I love this question and I hope you see this, anon! Sorry it took me sooo long but I wanted to write something out cause I thought this was so cute lol and to answer your question, they definitely didn't keep a straight face hahaha Michael's been on Graham Norton a couple times and his interviews were so cute and he is so funny so enjoyyyy!

***

“I’m very excited to have you both on the couch at the same time, Michael and Charlotte. Here to promote Creed III, which is in theaters next week. I’ve had you both here separately but this is a treat to have you both here,” Graham Norton offered, the studio crowd applauding the couple. 

“Thanks man, it’s always a good time here,” Michael responded, Charlotte nodding in agreement. 

“So Creed III out next week. Your directorial debut, which is awesome. Congrats to you, Michael. But I have to ask you, Charlotte, what’s it like being directed by your husband? Is that weird having him boss you around on set? Did you give him a hard time?” 

Charlotte laughed. “You know, actually it was pretty fun. Not sure how other people feel… working with their husbands but I loved it. You know we’ve been doing these movies and playing Bianca and Adonis for almost a decade. And as these characters have grown and evolved so have we and our relationship. So we have developed a short hand and ease on set with each other that made it easier. It also helps when your pillow talk is with the director,” she chuckled. “I kinda had an idea of the shots he wanted at times and could adjust to make sure I was doing my part to help him get it. Honestly, I just felt proud and so excited for my husband in real life getting to watch him achieve his dreams. I would just watch him sometimes on set and think 'damn, that's my man.' It was fun." 

“That’s really sweet. What’s the most annoying thing she did on set?” He asked Michael. 

Charlotte playfully raised her eyebrow as Michael rubbed his chin.

“You tryin’ to get me in trouble, huh??” He chuckled with a jokingly nervous energy. “Nah, she has always been like this but she is clumsy as hell - in character and in real life. So more than once, we'd get like a perfect take and then she'd just trip over like… air and we had to redo it."

Charlotte covered her face with her hand in embarrassment as Graham, the other guests, and the crowd laughed. 

“Is that true?” 

“1000%. I drop everything, I trip alllllllll the time. It’s pretty wild that it hasn’t happened more on red carpets and stuff honestly. And I break a lot of stuff too,” she added, her shoulders shrugging lightly. “I’m worse than our kids and we have twin boys so that’s saying a lot.” 

“Wow… so I imagine it’s gotta be weird giving feedback and getting it from your husband? How’d that go over?” 

“You know she’s pretty perfect so I never gave her anything other than glowing praise,” Michael interjected with his award-winning smile that had every woman in the crowd swooning. 

“Awww, that’s so sweet. And a complete lie,” Charlotte answered playfully, causing the entire crowd to laugh. “I will say, he was very good at giving constructive feedback but I could always tell what kinda feedback was coming just by how he addressed me.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, he never uses my first name. And we try to keep it professional on set so he calls me Els 99% of the time on set and at home. But if he had constructive feedback, he always called me honey bee instead of Els. It was like his tell. But yea if he pulled out honey bee, I knew it was to butter me up,” she laughed. “But the feedback was mostly positive.”

“Honey bee, that’s so sweet,” Olivia Coleman, one of the other guests on the couch added. 

“To be young and in love. None of the rest of us know anything about that,” Graham joked as the other guests had been married far longer than Michael and Charlotte. “I know Els is short for your middle name. Is there a story behind that nickname?” 

Michael and Charlotte shared a glance, Michael trying to stifle his laughter. However, Charlotte could not hide her own, immediately doubling over at the thought of sharing that origin story. They did not mind sharing details of their personal lives and relationship but that was one area they strayed away from.  

“I take it that story is not appropriate to share?” 

They both shook their heads as they laughed. 

“Nah, definitely not, definitely not. It started off as joke but then I liked it and it stuck,” Michael laughed. “That’s her name in my phone too.” 

“Meanwhile, he’s name is just Bakari in mine with a heart and ring emoji. He’s the romantic in this marriage.” She scrunched up her face playfully as he leaned over and pecked her on the cheek, causing a loud awww to echo through the crowd.

***

This was fun! Ask me more stuff like this, friends lol

[forelevenses]

of matzo and the sniffles

rating: G fandom: team fortress 2 warnings: no archive warnings apply characters: scout (tf2), medic (tf2) pairing: scout (tf2)/medic (tf2) summary: Medic has been feeling under the weather, and Scout decides it's nothing soup can't cure. Written for the TF2 Rare Pair Mini-Week Day 2 prompt: 'Sweet'

with lovely art done by @verchielmarch​ ! 💕 read here or on ao3!

“Yeah... Uh-huh... Uh-huh... 'Course I got that down...” Scout crumbled the small sticky note with his free hand idly and flicked it straight to the wastebasket. Boom! Nothing but net! Let's see that fancy Spy do any better!

But before he could picture Spy worshiping his clearly superior paper ball throwing skills, an irate tone on the other side of the line killed his daydream and he groaned, “Oh come on Ma, will ya quit your worryin'? It's just soup, I got this! Look, I'll tell Doc you said 'Hi', alright? I gotta go,” He looked to his left. And he looked to his right.

“Love you too Ma, I'll talk to ya later,” he added softly and hung the phone back up.  

The base was quiet for the most part— a rare day off that everyone took no issue taking advantage of.

Well, almost everyone.

It started a few days ago with a sneeze. Doc paid no mind, what with all the birds hangin' around in the med-bay, of course he'd sneeze every once in a while. Not a big deal. But then the one sneeze turned into a few, then the sore throat came in, plus the fever and now the poor guy is stuck in his room with the worst “upper respiratory infection” he's had in years.

Or a cold, as Scout eloquently put it.

It broke ya heart lookin’ at the guy, all bedridden and miserable. Scout thought he hadn’t seen his Doc look that bad ever– he's even got him wearin' a mask whenever he stops by (and the guy's been elbow-deep in everyone's gaping chest with his bare hands before, so this had to be serious). He asked why he just can't point his Medigun straight at himself and bam! Cold gone! But the Doc sneezed, said he's tried that multiple times already in fact, and argued that even that can't cure the common cold.

And that's where Ma comes in. Cause you see, no fancy egghead (and he means 'egghead' with all the love and affection in the world, he swears it) science, mumbo-jumbo crap will fix colds. But his Ma's famous Matzo ball soup will definitely kick that cold's ass for sure! Whenever his brothers or him got sick, just a few spoonfuls of that and they'd be up and runnin' in no time at all! He didn't know what his Ma puts in it (well he does, that was the whole point of callin' her in the first place), but if this didn't end up helping his poor Doc then nothing will.

Scout looked over his scrawl once more: chicken, schmaltz, matzo meal, celery, carrots...

He ain't stupid, he can pull this off easy!

~

All right, perhaps there may have been some unforeseen difficulties.

Not entirely all his fault: the first store he went to only had the canned stuff and his Ma insisted the balls had to be homemade. So, Heavy and him drove all the way across town to the other grocery store to get the Matzo meal, but then! Their vegetables were complete crap! Can’t give Doc no crappy vegetables! Then they drove all the way back to the first store, finished the rest of the shopping there, came back to the base, and wouldn't you know? Spy was hoggin' up the stove with his sorry lookin' French pancakes or whatever the hell they're called.  

What kind of friggin' pancake is so thin anyway? Nevermind that he ate three of them and was the best thing he put in his mouth all day- it just ain't right.

As he stirred the pot one last time before shutting the burner off, it hit Scout this was the first time he made food for someone other than his Ma or brothers. It made his palms all sweaty thinkin' about it- it's not like he was a shit cook or anything, but there was just something about going through all that trouble to make such a small thing for someone. But Medic wasn't just anyone, and he'd gladly go through everything again if it meant it helped him feel better.

(God, how did Doc make him all mushy and stuff?)

But it was starting to get late, and he'd rather not keep Doc waitin' forever. He plated up the best looking Matzo, made sure there were plenty of chicken bits in there, and even threw in a piece of toasted bread for good measure. Not to brag or anythin', but it's probably the best damn soup he's ever made. He made himself his own bowl before loading it up on the tray and made his way over to the med-bay.

Doc's own corner of the base was quiet and still for once, and it didn't feel right at all. Trying his best not to drop the tray, Scout opened the office door. Archimedes perched on top of his favorite skeletal model, cooing in welcome. Scout chuckled and dug out some sunflower seeds from his pocket, catching Archimedes ' interest.

“Hey birdbrain,” Scout said, offering the seeds. Archimedes ruffled his feathers in appreciation and began to peck away at the seeds. “How's our Doc doin' today?” he asked. He cooed softly and a muffled cough rang out. Scout hummed, “'Bout the same, huh?” After Archimedes finished the last of the seeds, he scratched the top of his head and looked towards the private quarter's door.

(Ya know, maybe the soup was a bad idea, what if he-)

No! It was gonna be fine, ya big wuss!

Scout drew a deep breath and walked over to the door. The coughing stopped, but he could imagine how miserable Doc was feeling. He balanced the tray once more, and knocked.

“Hey Doc,” Scout said softly, “Mind if I come in?”

A coughing fit answered him and after it subsided, a miserable “Ja” invited him. Alright, it's go time. Scout fished out a mask from his back pocket, hastily put it on with his free hand, and opened the door.

While the medical office itself was rather cut-and-dry and like any other doctor's office Scout has been too, Doc's room was anything but. It was homey, and if Scout didn't know any better, he would have believed he was in some cottage in the middle of the woods rather than the base. Right in the middle of the room, Doc laid in his bed, nestled in his blankets looking anything but cozy.

“How're you feelin' today?” Scout asked, walking closer to the bed.

“The mucus has subsided, but the cough has been persistent,” Doc said, “No signs of my appetite returning, I'm afraid.”

“Ya know, that's too bad,” Scout hummed, “Guess I gotta finish these two bowls of Matzo here all by myself.” At that, Doc perked up.

“Matzo?” Doc sat up in his spot in the bed, Scout snickering at how fast he adjusted himself, “Recent studies have shown soup has wonderful medicinal benefits for the common cold, you know?”

“Oh yeah?” Scout laughed, setting the tray down onto the bed. “Well, ya better start chowin' down then! The one on the right is yours,” he said as he pulled up a chair.

Without any hesitation, Doc picked up the bowl, pulled his own face mask down, and took a good spoonful of the broth down. He hummed delightfully and took another big spoonful.

“Hey, hey, careful there or ya gonna burn yourself,” Scout laughed, picking up his own bowl from the tray.

“But taybele,” Doc said, the pet name making his chest flutter harder than the time Archimedes spent stuck inside, “This is wonderful! And you made this?”

“Yup!” Scout said, puffing out his chest, “Family recipe! Don't worry, I'll show ya once you get better!”

“Please do!” Doc said, taking a bite off the bread. “Thank you, liebster.” Scout smiled and took his dear Doc's hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Anytime, darlin'.”

[sun-undone]

i'm finishing up yet another rewatch because when am i not rewatching this godforsaken show and all throughout season 2, i kept honing in on all the times we see JJ with that fucking flask and how it is NEVER ADDRESSED. the most we get are the two moments in 2x01 and 2x03 when Kie's telling him to chill out before school and then when she takes the flask from his hand when she thinks he's asleep.

the fact that the closest we got to any acknowledgement of that being a deeper problem was always framed around jiara???? and now we know from the EW articles that JJ's mental health is gonna be a bigger deal (thank fucking god pates i love you and i never said anything bad about y'all) in season 3, which is the jiara season??????? it's all connected and i truly cannot believe i am praising writers for basic set up and payoff but !!!!!! i really thought the flask was their half-assed way of giving JJ some kind of individual arc when they totally dropped all his other plot lines (restitution and Luke/abuse trauma) but i could not be more happy to be proven wrong.

(i mean, they might be talking a big game now, it all comes down to the actual execution but i'm still so fucking excited that they've specifically mentioned taking a look at the pogues' mental states and it gives me a lot of hope okay)

everyone's already said this but i really think we're gonna see JJ struggling hardcore with being back home and not knowing what his place is as the dynamic of the pogues has changed so much. Cleo and Pope are paired off, since we now have confirmation that she'll be staying with him and his family. John B is gonna be reunited with his father, and he and Sarah have got each other as well. Kie has her parents to go back to, as strained as that relationship is. JJ is very clearly the odd one out.

poguelandia is the first time that JJ has ever been away from the obx. he has never existed outside the bubble of what it means to be a Maybank in the obx. so he's gotta feel so free, right?? he can provide for his family by fishing and they can get by just well enough to survive and live off the land and they have each other, and that's always been enough for JJ.

and if he and Kie gravitate closer on poguelandia like we all think they will, then all of that happiness and a taste of his surf trip dream will suddenly get ripped away from him when they have to go back home, and he's absolutely gonna spiral. he's gonna pull away and deflect and overcompensate with alcohol and use all the other immature coping mechanisms we've seen him use before, and i am so fucking ready for this angst holy shit cause there's just been so much set up for it. the pates love a fast burn so i think we were all kinda worried about the slow burn with jiara, but my expectations are officially sky high. i'm so glad that they're using the established character flaws and insecurities for JJ as part of the angst, and i'm assuming Kie's issues with her parents will be the external force adding onto that and making it even angstier.

it's not mind-blowing writing whatsoever, but after season 2 kinda let us down in terms of giving us insight into JJ's headspace, i'm just over the moon to see that it might've all been a set up for something bigger. they knew they wanted to save the deep dive into JJ's trauma for the jiara season because it's so integral to understanding how JJ receives and doesn't receive love. you can't put JJ in a romantic plot line without addressing all that trauma and self-hatred, and it's something fic writers have created masterpieces about and i can't stop saying it but i am just so fucking happy that the pates are putting it in canon. they really do care about these characters huh

if season 3 ends up being a disaster and the trauma plot line is disappointing as hell then no one saw this i didn't write it you didn't read it

[shortpplfedup]

My School President Episode 4: Hopes and dreams

Oh my oh my oh my. That was even better than any clown theory I could have possibly dreamed up. I love so much about how this show is constructed and the things it wants to say about what it takes to make dreams come true and the importance of having people in your corner. I mean, the theme song is literally titled 'You Got Ma Back' and it took me until now to get it, silly rabbit. In this episode, the boys really start getting to know each other (giving the audience a look in as well), and the Bad Buddy DNA continues to be strong with the catalyst character showing up, the energy shifting between our dynamic duo and the face-cleaning trope/PPL making an appearance...lol.

Verse: Slackers gotta shape up

Bring it on, ring the alarm Don't stop now, just be the champion Work it hard, like it's your profession Watch out now, 'cause here it comes

Britney Spears | Work Bitch (2013)

I appreciate that the show made the point that slacking won't get you very far in anything you actually care about. The boys claim to be serious about music, and from the first episode and Gun's speech that he never got to give, you get that Gun understands what it will take to get to and win Hot Wave, but they all lacked the discipline to see their dream through. Sound, coming in as the hardass heavy, is the missing piece of the band's puzzle, and Gun was aware enough to realise it. The part he missed, that he learned by the end, is that Chinzhilla doesn't need Sound instead of him, but needs Sound as well as him. Because what Gun brings is the magic, the sparkle, the je ne sais quoi, the FUN. That's made clear elsewhere in the story this ep as well, as Gun taps into what's missing from the student council's approach to the student body and figures out a way for them to have fun and spread some joy while still achieving their goals. You start to see how Gun and Tinn are really well matched, as Tinn brings the structure and Gun brings the style.

Chorus: Eyelashes are being batted

Every time you look at me My heart is jumping, it's easy to see

Britney Spears | (You Drive Me) Crazy (1999)

The other thing you start to see is how Gun has game. Having realised that he likes Tinn, he is now paying attention and has noticed that Tinn likes him too. And he is going for it, and he's much better at flirting than Tinn is by several orders of magnitude. Tinn came strong with the hand stamp and offer to hang out with him if he was lonely, but Gun made the monster moves with the bow tie adjustment (classic) and the selfie. I mean, after the bow tie thing Tiw had to leave the room, and I FELT that. It felt like a 'let me just give y'all some privacy' moment. I love that Tinn saw how Gun lost his sparkle without music club, and he tried to give him back music via the council because Gun's sparkle is integral to why he likes him in the first place. And then he went beyond, to free Gun from the commitment he felt like he'd made and return him to music club, because that is ultimately where he wants to be. He let Gun go, and he came right back to him, because now Gun wants music and Tinn. Gorgeous.

Ad Libs

I know that high school cliques do seem impenetrable but it's still funny how everybody behaved like Gun couldn't be in music club and play for the student council.

Next week looks like they're actually gonna address some of the implied class differences between Gun and Tinn, interesting.

I loved the conversation Tinn and Gun had in the stairwell, Tinn giving insight into what feels like a fear of failure and Gun feeling like he was born to perform. Them getting to know each other is so sweet and you see them becoming more endeared the more they learn.

Sound making them all dress like they're in a boy band was HILARIOUS. I wanna see the inside of that kid's mind.

The Holy Chinchilla! 🤣 Sadhu

That one snobby kid from the council is gonna make one hell of a civil service bureaucrat someday.

I love a good pinkie touch/link 🥰

[hext00ns]

Outrunning Karma

Chapter 2: twos a real fucking annoying coincidence

Ships: Stylenny

Warnings: (Non-permanent) Main Character Death, Cults

AO3 L!nk in Comments!

It probably wasn’t that smart of him to have made himself known so soon.

Mysterion was swarmed with thoughts of the encounter the other day as he snuck his way between buildings. Keeping his eyes peeled for anything out of the norm.

Seeing Karen after so long almost had him feeling sick. The range of emotions that had exploded through him. He could hardly handle half of them. But it wasn’t like he could just let her get hurt. Who knew that that guy was gonna do to her. Mugging her was the best case scenario. Having seen that only after two days of being back in Colorado had his blood hot with anger, fear, just about anything else in between.

Karen was an adult now. She could keep herself safe. But even then, the need to protect overshadowed any other rational thought. He was fighting back any feelings of guilt. It was a necessity for him to leave. Coming back was just as much of a necessity. But he was going to make sure to cause as little harm and hurt to Karen, or anyone, to the best of his abilities. Besides, what was the chance that he would need to save her or anyone else that knew him before he could leave again? It was a once in a million probably.

Before he could keep throwing himself in his guilt, his phone began to buzz in his pocket. He always kept it on silent just in case. He made his way into an empty rooftop out of view before picking it up.

“What do you want, Damien?” he hissed out in his gruff voice.

“Are you Mysterion-ing right now? Your voice sounds stupid when you do that, you know.”

Mysterion rolled his eyes at the other’s words. “The voice does not sound stupid. It sounds super cool. Like fuckin’ batman.”

“Sounds just as lame as it did when we were eight. Sounds just as lame now. Besides, who the hell said you can pull off a Batman?”

“I do, smartass,” he grumbled back. “Dude, I’m literally out on the town doing my ‘thing’. What the hell do you want?”

“Dad wants to know if you’re coming down for dinner tonight.”

“Is that seriously why you fucking called me?” He could hear the chuckles from the other end but they didn’t sound like Damien’s. “Tell Pip I said he can go fuck himself.”

“Noted,” responded Damien. At the same time Mysterion could hear Pip’s higher voice giving a sound of distraught. “Though my dad really did wanna know.”

Mysterion sighed, “I don’t know man. I’ll see. I’m still trying to get this all done as soon as possible so I can be out of Colorado.”

“Speaking of,” Damien started back up. “The actual reason I called was to let you know how fast the news of you being back has spread.”

“What?!” he hissed back. “You gotta be fucking with me.”

“I called my uncle to double check. Karen has already told both Broflovski brothers about her heroic rescue.”

Mysterion ran a hand over the bare part of his face with a sigh. “But it’s just Mysterion… Their memories are still intact, right?”

He could almost hear the nod in the other’s voice. “As far as any of us can tell.”

Mysterion gave a sigh. It was better than nothing. He needed to be more careful, though. Especially out of the mask. There was too much riding on all of this.

After a last quick word, he hung up with Damien and went back to his patrol.

It wasn’t even twenty minutes before he found something suspicious.

A man being followed down the street. It could have been just two people walking but it was the way the second figure moved. Their whole body covered in what looked like a shroud and keeping their form hunched over and features out of view. His suspicions were also added with the way the second person kept pace with the first.

Mysterion got closer as the two walked, keeping a close eye. He needed to be careful just assuming things about people. It could just be some anti-social guy walking in his own way. Or anyone really. He needed real reason to drop down and intervene.

Thankfully, or unfortunately, that opportunity was given to him rather quickly.

The second figure waited till they were in a darker part of the street and suddenly sped up. Grabbing the man from behind and holding a cloth to his mouth.

Mysterion didn’t waste another second jumping down, landing right behind the duo. He grabbed the person from behind, startling them enough to let go of the other man. He then pulled them off him and spun them around to see their face.

He was surprised to see an older woman under the cloak. However, he was only given a split second to see her as he noticed the man falling down towards the concrete.

Mysterion dropped the woman and threw himself just enough to catch the man from hurting himself. Unfortunately, it seemed Mysterion’s luck really was dogshit. He recognized the man near instantly as Stan Marsh.

Fucking fantastic.

He didn’t have enough time to sort through anything, however, as he couldn’t let the woman get away. He tried to get Stan to the ground as gently yet quickly as possible. He then jumped to grab the woman and throw her to the ground.

“The hell did you do to him?” he hissed.

“It’s just chloroform!” She screamed back out in fear. She moved around sporadically to try and get Mysterion to let go. “Get off me!”

“Not until you tell me what you were doing!” A dark cloak and chloroform were some suspicious signs of what he was in Colorado for in the first place.

She paused her struggling to take a new look at him. Her face then gave a venomous glare to the masked vigilante. “You wont stop us this time.”

He was too caught off guard by her sudden shift. He was about to ask her what the hell she was talking about before he felt a sharp pain in his chest. She had somehow gotten a knife between them and lodged it into him. It took no time for his body to start screaming. The adrenaline settling into his blood.

He didn’t think she pierced anything important. However, blood loss was a genuine concern. He needed to deal with this woman and whatever the fuck he was gonna do with Stan before he lost too much.

He really hoped he had enough adrenaline to make up for it.

The woman took his surprise to kick him in the leg and get him to let go. She started to make a break for it down the road. He couldn’t lose this lead.

He stumbled into a run to chase her and once again grab the back of her cloak. He tugged hard and threw her down to the ground. He pulled out a zip tie and forced her wrists into it. He was out of rope for the time being. But he was always prepared.

Once she was bound he pulled her up by her collar.

“Who are you?” He hissed into her face. “Why were you trying to kidnap that man? What do you mean I ‘wont stop you this time’?” He gave her a few firm shakes as he hissed out his questions.

She kept trying to get away from him. Thrashing about to try and loosen his grasp on her. “Fuck you!” She hissed.

He reared back and landed a hard punch to her cheek.

She let out a shout of pain. She spit out blood and a tooth onto the ground. Maybe he had done that a bit harder than he should have.

“You’d really hit a fuckin lady?” She spat out.

“Answer me,” he growled in response.

She frowned, clearly having not gotten the response she wanted from him. “Do whatever the fuck you want to me. Kill me if you want! You’re not gonna win in the end, Mysterion.”

The way she hissed out his name was full of a vitriol that he wasn’t expecting. In fact, he was pretty surprised she knew his name in the first place.

He was about to go in for another attempt of intimidation when he heard a groan from Stan. Shit. He almost forgot about him. He stood and threw her back to the ground. “Keep your ass here,” he said before giving an exceptionally hard kick to her chest. Hopefully the pain will keep her where he needs her long enough to settle things with Stan.

He went back over to the man and looked down on him. Maybe the chloroform hadn’t gotten that into his system. He seemed out of it but not completely down for the count.

Stan looked up at him with blurry eyes. Maybe if he was lucky the other wouldn’t even remember seeing him.

Mysterion grabbed his arm to pull him up. “Are you alright?” He asked.

“Dude,” Stan groaned out. “I’m not, like, twelve again, am I?”

The vigilante shook his head. “No, you’re not.” Once he was able to get him stable on his feet he took another look at him. “Can you stand on your own?”

Stan paused, seemingly trying to evaluate his current situation. “I think so?” He looked back to the taller’s face. “I’m not going crazy, am I? You’re seriously Mysterion?”

“I’m not gonna answer that.” He let go of Stan tentatively, making sure the other really could stand on his own before fully taking a step back. “I’ll watch you go home. You’ll be safe the whole way there.”

“Oh,” Stan mumbled back. He looked like he was trying to blink the dizzy out of his system. “Are you seriously alive? And just saved my life?”

The vigilante shook his head. “Stop asking so many questions. You need to get home where it’s safe.”

“Dude,” Stan groaned out. Sounding more lucid as he spoke. “I have, like, seven years of questions. I’m not letting you just shrug me off like that.”

Mysterion opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he heard the sound of feet running. Looking to the side the cloaked woman had finally gotten to her feet and was making a break for it. He looked back to Stan and only responded, “Actually, you are.”

Mysterion then took off after the woman down the road. Not ready to let her get away so easily.

***

When Stan did get home he was almost annoyed with himself for not running after Mysterion and that woman. Unfortunately, even though he could stand and get himself home fine, the actual feeling of being chloroformed hadn’t left him. Even if it wasn’t enough to keep him completely down, he didn’t trust his legs enough to run. Just enough to get him onto the bus home.

Kyle was sitting at the kitchen bar with his laptop and a mug. He wondered, momentarily, if he should just hold off on the whole ‘Mysterion’ thing till later. Then again, if Kyle found out he didn’t tell him immediately he wouldn’t stop hearing about it for a month.

Stan dropped his bag to the couch, along with his jacket. Mentally telling himself he’d pick them both up later. With a sigh, he just started with, “So I saw Mysterion.”

It seemed he had picked the worst timing there as he instantly heard Kyle spit. Looking up to see he had spit his sip back into his cup and started coughing.

Stan ran up to the other and patted his back, trying to help. Only for the ginger to wave him away with a hand.

Kyle put down his mug and looked at the spillage on his shirt and keyboard. Which, thankfully, wasn’t a lot. He then looked up at Stan with an annoyed, yet baffled, face. “The fuck do you mean you ‘saw Mysterion’?”

“He, uh, saved my life,” Stan explained as he walked to the fridge and grabbed a soda. Also grabbing a few paper towels to hand to Kyle. “From getting kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped?!” Kyle responded with a hiss. He dropped back into his chair and placed a hand on his face. Holding out the other to grab the paper towels. “You and Karen are going to give me a fucking heart attack, man.”

Stan crossed his arms. “Hey man, it’s not like I asked for an attempted kidnapping to happen.” He sighed and ran a hand over his neck. “Man, I don’t even know what that freaky woman wanted.”

“Maybe she was some kinda creeper,” responded the other as he started blotting down the spillage on his shirt and computer.

Stan frowned as he sat down next to him. “Ugh, weird. I tried to get Mysterion to talk but he just ran off after her.” He took a few sips of his drink but his mind kept racing. “This is weird, right?”

“Oh definitely.”

Another pause passed between them.

“What are we gonna do about it?”

“What can we do about it,” Kyle hissed, finally turning to look directly at the other. “None of us know his true identity and he clearly doesn’t wanna talk to any of us. Besides,” he continued and turned back to his, now clean, computer. “It’s probably for the best. He probably is looking into something super dangerous that we shouldn’t be a part of.”

“And what if that ‘super dangerous’ thing has to do with seven years ago?” Stan pushed back. “What if that’s why he left? To look for answers himself?”

“And what if someone else dies, Stan?” Kyle snapped back. His brow had furrowed deep into his face with emotions ranging from anger to sorrow and seven years of things he probably should've gone to a therapist about.

All Stan could do was frown for a moment. They didn’t talk much about this kinda stuff for a reason. It might have only been seven years ago but it still felt fresh as if it had been just last week. Seven years ago changed all of South Park and everyone’s lives. Yes he wanted answers, but Kyle had a point. A point that felt like a knife to the gut.

“Sorry,” came out the mumble beside him. “I didn’t mean to…”

“You’re fine dude,” Stan sighed. “I get it.” After a bit of silence Stan stood up to grab his phone. “How does pizza sound tonight?”

[baileyrosespinn]

aug. 3: gold star loser

I’m beginning to think my headphones are a bit too big and bulky for summer. It’s gotten so hot recently I swear I can feel even my ears sweating. But whatever. It’s not like I’m just gonna stop listening to music. Next joke.

Anyway, you read the date right. The big Number Eight. August. Which signifies the end of summer. There’s something about August that just hits you differently. It’s like… a wave of excitement but also dread. The summer’s ending, but there’s still the last few lingering weeks ahead of you to squeeze everything into. I guess that’s the problem isn’t it? That’s what causes all the pressure. How do you squeeze everything you wanted to do into the final four small weeks? You never do and the disappointment’s so soul crushing. 

I just know for a fact She’s panicking. It’s the same every year with Her. Summer comes and she swears she’s gonna make all these big changes, she’s gonna do something wicked cool, make amazing memories. And then August hits. It’s always fucking August. The realization of “shit… I didn’t do anything.” It’s so clearly obvious what her role in this life is. She’s never the main character, always the runner up. She’s such a joke lol

Meanwhile you open Instagram and this person’s got photos from her family trip to France… eating a crepe in front of the frickin eiffel tower. Whats-her-face has got pictures of her on the beach in a brand new bikini enjoying the hot air, a smile on her face. How do these people get these effortlessly perfect summers??? 

Maybe the end of summer is a good thing though. I don’t know. The end of summer State Fair is coming up in a week. It’s always the biggest event of the year. Everyone in town goes and it’s something you’re supposed to look forward to. They’re adding a new roller coaster this year too called the Passenger. It’s got this double loop halfway through and then zigzags up and shoots you back down. It’s the ride everyone is most looking forward to. And here’s the thing - if you don’t ride it, you might as well write “GOLD STAR LOSER” on your forehead.

Anyway, I saw that… well, let’s just use the name “Secret” in case this journal somehow gets found. Secret is gonna be at the fair… which means everyone else will want to be there. I know for a fact she’ll be there following Secret around, trying to look impressive and get Secret’s attention in some pathetic way. I’ve never known someone more annoying than Her.

Anyway, I’ve gotta go. The air conditioner is desperately calling my name.

[lizlives]

I hate the Joker movie and likely soon-to-be movies for the simple reason that they are made by a director who dislikes comics for being too childish in their opinion, then makes a movie that just repeats the same themes that comics that have been around for decades have been saying, just with less tact, less nuance, less respect for the source material, and a refusal to actually involve Batman.

Not sure if this is a hot take to some people (saying that genuinely I actually don't know), but the Joker is nothing without Batman, and honestly every single other thing the movie gets wrong about the Joker character kinda naturally follows from there. Joker is on his own, just a sad, sadistic nobody. It's only because of Batman that Joker is anybody. Batman's heroism inspires Joker to destroy and ruin that heroism. The Joker only exists as a form of spite against Batman, as a spite against goodness. Without Batman, he's nothing, because like evil itself, he only exists to ruin what already exists, he has nothing to offer but the ruination of things that already exist on his own.

And this carries right into all the shallow "society" bullshit this movie and some people associate with his character. The Joker has nothing interesting to say that isn't also complete bullshit. The Joker doesn't give a shit about society, he isn't mad at society in any way that is remotely human or relatable, he just exists as a force of chaos, as a force of evil and cruelty, or even just as a goofy prankster. Regardless, he's not that deep and this is alright. His identity as less of a person and more of a force is what has made him interesting for decades, but the director has never bothered to read comics in his life, let alone actual Batman comics, so he just reinvents the wheel but worse cause reading comics would mean maybe acknowledging that maybe people have already delved into similar concepts he's engaging with, but done so with much more nuance over the decades worth of history these comics have.

But the biggest issue with Joker is writing Joker as a mentally ill person. The Joker is not mentally ill. I repeat, THE JOKER IS NOT MENTALLY ILL. Calling the Joker mentally ill is super offensive to people with mental illnesses obviously, but it's also a massive disservice to the Joker, because it implies anything about the Joker makes sense. Making the Joker a mentally ill incel to drum up controversy has gotta be one of the stupidest things about this movie.

"Joker" is a terrible adaptation of the Joker. It's critiques are flaccid and surface level even without the fact this is about Joker, but in context, it's even worse. I feel as if people assume that adding all these buzzword topics to the Joker would make him scarier, but the reality is that it makes him less scary. Sometimes the most scary thing about a character is that they don't make sense, that they can't be understood, can't be reasoned or bargained with, at least not by any person you know.

I think it's the smugness about it all? Like idk the directors' mind, I don't know exactly what he's thinking and I genuinely don't wish him any ill, but man, he comes off so smug and presumptuous in interviews. Like he just knows he can dismiss comics and comic-book-type storytelling as inherently juvenile and inferior to real movies out of hand right out of the gate, because of course they are right?

[quinloki]

hihi, I was wondering if you had any tips to writing characters?? Like making them feel more alive and such, and not having their personalities seeming the same, cause I’ve been only focusing on one oc lately(which is a self insert) and I’ve been wanting to add more to other ocs but I just.. don’t really know how to? Especially with the lack of motivation on adding to their stories n stuff

Hm... this isn't something I think I can answer easily, but I'll try to see if I can help a little.

I want to start by saying, having same/similarly characterized OCs/Readers when writing isn't bad. More than anything you gotta write what you like, and sometimes what you relate to more than worrying about having variety.

But maybe the story or character are stuck, and you're not sure what to do, or you feel like what you're going to do, you've done before, and you don't want to repeat it in this case.

Consider, and I mean this seriously even if it's going to sound silly, the Otome Archetypes. Or the Fighting Team Archetypes - whatever and however you want to think about it.

For instance: Your "fire" character in a fighting anime is usually brash, loud, ready to brawl and not too concerned about the plan or the consequences. Sometimes this causes trouble, sometimes not. (The Otome version of that one guy who owns the motorcycle.)

Alternatively, your "water/ice" character will be more subdued, strategic, often wearing glasses (the Otome archetype of "glasses character", rather obviously.)

Earth characters might be loud and like to party, but they're usually bigger than the fire character and more likely to be the Defender vs the canon. In Otome think you're (possibly) quiet type. A little like the glasses character, but less chatty and warmer.

Anyway, you get what I mean. Your typical archetypes used the world-round.

Characterization often means deciding on one of these loose, but well-defined, archetypes. If nothing else, it gives you something to focus your attention on to help stay in character with your character.

Now, the important part - Archetypes are like the Pirate's Code™ - it's more of a guideline. It's *always* more of a guideline when it comes to creations and creativity. So here's a good way to utilize this handy tool without getting boxed into something that might feel 1-dimensional.

I'm going to use Trafalgar Law for this example, and since you're following me I'm going to assume you're familiar with One Piece.

Law is the ice-character, or the glasses guy - laconic (not too chatty), seemingly neutral or almost grumpy in his demeanor. Cares for his friends but not apt to show it, strategic, and oftentimes ruthless. Usually butts heads with the more fiery types (like Kid and Luffy), because their way of doing things is so different. (Gets along with more water (Robin) and earth (Chopper) types.)

Even as Law stays within this archetype for the most part, the more we get to know him the more we see moments where he isn't. Where he gets angry at the same level as a fire-type, where he does something patently NOT strategic. This man's not cool, he's a nerd screaming internally like a cartoon Tasmanian devil about ninjas and Sanji's power suit.

Basic Archetypes are also good for putting characters into trouble too. The over-thinking water-type ends up captured because they were thinking too much and didn't act fast enough. The fire-type snaps and says something in the heat of the moment and hurts a friend.

Archetypes don't just give us a framework for the cool parts, but also for the embarrassing stuff and the flaws.

And you can mix and match too!

Have a strategic glasses style character who is more fire and destruction, loud and brash, but the smart bastard's always got the best plan. Arrogance might land him in trouble, but that hot mouth will cool while he stews on a new plan.

Maybe your bad boy is just a bad boy, but maybe he's also like, the basketball varsity captain, or the guy rocking massive community service hours, or someone whose taking care of a parent who can't anymore.

Nami is an interesting character because he cat burglar antics had a deep meaning behind them. Luffy's happy go lucky nature is all the more precious because we know what he's endured.

Conflict within a character's personality makes a great character, but it's not always needed. Sometimes the story forges the details for us. Yusuke Uremeshi from YYH was nothing but the much worser delinquent of his school and that was it. The character developed from the story, but we never got anything more than here's a delinquent, he likes to fight, he spends the entire series fighting.

And he's *really* good at it.

Once you set in a foundation you can tweak it - is your character Proud or Arrogant? Are they Kind or Nice? Are they Cruel or Cold?

Basically, what part of that archetype works FOR them, and what parts work AGAINST them. What do they enjoy - fighting, reading, skateboarding, swimming, hiking, puzzles, operas, etc. How do those enjoyments color their personality, if at all?

That's usually what the story will answer for you, in my experience - and let them grow!

LET YOUR OCs CHANGE AS YOU GET TO KNOW THEM \o/

There is absolutely nothing wrong with an OC changing and being redefined the longer that you have them. You can even use that growth in a story and help it mold their development.

Okay, the TL;DR:

You can have characters who look similar on paper, but the narrative will define them into distinctly different characters and sometimes you gotta write the narrative to get that effect.

You can have characters who look wildly different on paper, but the narrative will cause similarities. This isn't bad writing, no character should be 1-dimensional - even the villain who sees themselves as the villain and embraces villainy can still decide to save the hero.

Water your OCs and let them change - you might have wanted a daffodil and you got a rose instead. That's not a failure, that's just a success shaped different than you expected.

[secrettastemakerland]

Answering "Reblog this and let people send you asks (anonymously or not) about how they would describe your fics, your writing style or just anything they've thought about when reading your work" !! HIII okay so I've only read one of your fics so far and it was a short one so I might not be the best person to answer this but I'm so glad you reblogged that post bc I actually do remember getting specific thoughts & feelings when reading one of yours!! I'm not sure if your writing is always like this but in that fic (the one I commented on!!) it felt,,, cozy. it felt warm and familiar and the writing had life to it. it wasn't just Character A walking over to Character B's house (and then room). no, there were explanations, actions, emotions, thoughts and even little bits of humour in between. and that really added to the writing!!!! the story also flowed amazingly!! it was a short fic but it didn't even feel rushed!! everything just felt natural. it was all cohesive from one paragraph to the next and I adore that!! and the descriptions were wonderful!!! painted an image in my mind very easily. one I can only describe the image as love. if the fic was an artwork, it'd have a soft grainy/noisy textured layer over it and the colour palette would be of warm pinks and oranges -- and not just bc I was getting 'sun beginning to set' vibes from it, but also bc of how soft & tender the hurt/comfort in the fic was. also, I remember opening it, reading the first 1 or 2 paragraphs and then getting so genuinely excited bc by then I could already tell you could write well LMAO -- and I was right!! you CAN write well!!! like just in general too!! idk how exactly to explain this but basically what I mean is that you're good at coming up with unique sentences and not super straight-forward plain ones!! but anyways ya!! also, sorry for writing so much!!! I didn't realise I had so much to say 😭😭 (^ /gen to all of the above 💗) - 💎

okay so.

I've been hoarding this for like 2 weeks now and at first I had like the typical kicking my feet, twirling my hair, gotta kiss anon on the mouth (platonically duh) kinda reaction. I was ready to search all of tumblr for the epic poet in my askbox. UNTIL I GOT TO THE END!

I read the end (lol i saw the emoji) and felt magically, red string-a-lly compelled to write a simonette fic. For some strange reason.

So here she is: a slightly longer simonette secret flavored fic!

Jeanette sneezed, readjusted her glasses, and then sneezed again. She wiped her nose miserably before she let out a trio of more sneezes.

Honestly, if the shelves didn't need dusting, she would have stopped. But, alas, Brittany had begged and pleaded with her to do her chores this week in order for her to go on a date.

("And I triple, no, quadruple! promise I won't ask you if we're soulmates this time, Jean!"

"You're not supposed to be asking her that anyway," Eleanor scoffed from the other side of their bedroom.

Brittany stuck her tongue out at her before she returned to her begging and pleading. "Oh, pretty please, Jeanette!")

So Jeanette had agreed, if only to be spared from Brittany's puppy dog pout and crocodile tears combo. That and her obvious hopeless romantic tendencies aside (Brittany's soulmate was a street musician around the corner and, although she wouldn't tell her, she hoped that this date might somehow led her to her soulmate), she really did enjoy working at the shop.

Planting new flowers, experimenting with new potion combinations, organizing, and then reorganizing new spell books, Jeanette loved all of it.

Jeanette pouted as she watched her hat fall to the ground after another round of sneezes. Okay, maybe she didn't love every job at the shop. The heavens above knew that she wasn't exactly helpful during a lunch rush.

Her hand waved the duster with an excited flourish, more than ready to be rid of the dust and its cruel attacks to her nose. Unfortunately, that only made the dust to throw itself back towards her, causing her not only to sneeze once again, but also caused her to sneeze herself right off the ladder, towards the ground.

She let out a breath of relief as she bounced on the summoned daisy bed, catching her fall, returning the smile her little sister was giving her.

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[ilovescaredysquirrel2]

Mother's Day is coming up so here's my top 5 movies to watch with mom or grandma

I lost my mom a year ago but it only feels like a month, and I was really close to my mom and grandma my whole life. Like, I came to them for everything. They were the two people I love most and I still love them most. Here's some movies I recommend for Mother's Day, and you can sit and have a fun time with your mom or grandma and watch these, there's some funny ones on the list.

(Sing a bit of Harmony, 2021) This one isn't really a mother-daughter story but the mother plays an important role in the story by building Shion in the first place. It's about a robot girl who can sing, but everyone has to keep it a secret. Shion causes trouble for the main character, when she's supposed to be there for good reasons. I'm not gonna give spoilers, just watch it!

(CatDog & the Great parent Mystery, 2001) The only conjoined twin who happen to be a cat and dog, have to set off to find their parents. The majority of the movie doesn't have much to do with the parents, but the fact that they look so hard to find them is the point. I chose it for mother's day mostly because my grandma and I were huge CatDog fans, and my mom kind of was too. Yes, it's basically a long episode of the cartoon series, I consider it a movie because it was 40 minutes long, but it was basically a long episode. Actually, a lot of Nickelodeon shows had movies, besides SpongeBob. CatDog was just one of the lesser known "Nicktoons".

(Storks, 2016) Oh gosh, this one is an all time favorite of mine, and my mom loved it too. A lot of people liked it, but I still think it's underrated. Some people are super picky about movies, but I think this movie appeals to me in a lot of ways. The characters are adorable. I LOVE the designs, especially Tulip's. Like, she looks more like a normal girl and not a Disney princess. She looks cute, but they didn't try to make her look "sexy" or anything, they just make her look like a normal girl. Junior's design is also adorable and I love birds, and I love the adorable babies in it too. The story is amazing and shows a different perspective for once, like the fact that they're trying to get the baby to her family meanwhile Tulip has to find her family, but focuses on the baby first! It's incredible and I suggest to anyone!

(WonderPark, 2019) I'm not sure why this movie gets so much hate, it's actually a beautiful movie! Yes, it's not perfect, but I can tell that they worked hard on the story and I feel like they were really trying to appeal to the 9-12 year old audience, because this is almost like a coming-of-age type of story and has a lot to do with the girl's imagination and depression, with her mother being far away. It's better than a lot of movies, in my opinion, but it's not one of my top favorites. It's super emotional and I don't like crying a lot.

(Brave, 2011) Okay, this one of the only Disney movies I don't cringe at, you know me, I'm not a Disney fan! I don't recommend this for Mother's Day because it's a bit sad, not for me at least. If you and your mother or grandmother enjoy this, then go ahead! I never watched it with my mom or grandma. (When I was a kid, my uncle took me to see it in theaters, and then when we rented the DVD of it at the library, the disk was all beat up, and as my mom and grandma got older, my mom refused to watch it because of it being to sad). I don't gotta describe the movie, everyone knows Brave! One of the best Disney movies in my opinion. Mulan, Brave, Luca, and Encanto are probably the bests in my opinion, although Teen Beach Movie and Lilo & Stich are good too, not my favorite tho. I'm just not a Disney fan, even though I like some of their movies.

Anyway, you heard about my favorites, now. I could have added Duck Duck Goose but it's not really a Mother's Day one. It could be I guess, but it could be a Father's Day one too. My mom watched it on Father's Day in 2020 because my dad was watching his wild west movies LOL, I'm glad I had her! Tell me what you think, I'd love to chat with people in the comments and hear their opinions.