#i believe this'll be posting on the last day of my outing when i'll be flying back home. so. finger's crossed

[front-facing-pokemon]

[apprenticestanheight]

Imagine rimming/pegging Adam for the first time and hes all sarcastic and sassy like convinced he wont really like it even saying youre a perv (like the smart ass he is), then the second you start hes whimpering like a bitch and spreading his legs and begging for more <3

Pegging Adam Stanheight Headcanons + blurb

OH MY GOD ANON thank you for opening the floodgates with this one. It feels like it's been AGES since I last wrote for Adam (i've spent a lot of my time focused on an AU with Lawrence and trying to get a couple ideas for other characters to work on on my off days lol) and writing a fic involving pegging just felt like the right move to make so--here's this??

I also also also am SUPER SORRY for how long this has taken--if you've looked at my blog since I started last week, you'd know I work a really fuckin weird rotating schedule and twelve hour days. This has been marinating in my inbox since before I started working, however, and before then I was just demotivated and so anxious it borderlined upon debilitating. I really hope you enjoy this one and that it makes up for the time you spent waiting for it to come out. Also hope you're okay with headcanons and a little bit of a blurb as the fic format, as it made more sense mentally for me to do it that way.

Fic type - this one is SMUT!! y'all should know what that means by now, too--minors, GO AWAY!! This fic is for those 18+ and if I see you interacting I will not hesitate with my bestie, the block button.

Warnings - pegging, praise, begging, the use of a strap-on, I wanted to get this out today so it's also unedited, and again, MDNI!!

All right, to start, you are the one who finds it interesting first. You spend a solid week wherein all of your horniest thoughts consist of Adam pinned to the bed beneath you, one of your hands holding his chin while he whimpers bc the strap-on you're using is so big and you're moving at a pace that's so slow he almost hates it.

Adam finds it mildly interesting--he's thought about it once, decided he might not like it but also decides to bring it up to you one random night bc you're both high, exhausted, and horny.

So, now you're wondering how it gets brought up, right?

WHHAAAAAAAAAAALEEEEEE, Adam brings it up half asleep, when you're both in the aforementioned state of high and horny and also very exhausted.

"How would you feel about pegging, baby?" and then you're pulling him close bc he's not close enough (his chin is tucked into the crook of your neck and you can smell the mint and cigarettes that he emanates even when he's not smoking. You just want to meld yourself to him bc when you get high, yeah time ceases to be something you believe in but when you're high with Adam you're the clingiest person Jersey ever did see)

and you're saying "yeah, that would be fun, Adam," bc it has consumed your thoughts wholly for a solid two or three weeks by then, but you're wanting to be chill about it.

both of you are completely out to the world like, five minutes thereafter.

It does, however, get brought up the next night. He agrees to it pretty easily, says that the two of you can try it the next time you have sex and if neither of you like it then that's that, and if he doesn't like it, then you respect his boundaries enough to respect that about him.

You buy a strap-on on a compete whim from a sex shop near your apartment on a random wednesday, buy lube that day too bc sex safety and all.

Both of them wind up being used on a friday night, when Adam is stressed bc post-saw vet school has taken it's toll and if he has to study one more minute, he'll lose his mind.

You have dom/sub dynamics in the sexual aspect of your bedroom and both of you are switches, and Adam asks if you have the necessary things to peg him and laughs when your face just lights up at the idea.

You prep him, and the entire time that goes on, Adams like "I'm unsure about how this'll feel, but if it's not my thing, meh. I don't think I'll like it but trying it will have been decent, at least."

AND THEN YOU START

and Adam is still thinking he's probably not gonna enjoy it as much as you will.

"When did you become such a perv, baby?" is said by him in a few different variations when you're prepping + rimming him. It eggs you on and he knows that, wants whatever comes with it.

And then, you actually start pegging him--the strap-on you bought is a fairly large eight inches in length, a fairly thick girth, and blue just because, and seeing him beneath you is probably akin to seeing the handsomest man to ever exist?? maybe??

SO ANYWAY, you start, and Adam goes from thinking he won't really like it to needing you to bottom out like, instantly. He likes how it feels to be split open in that way, doesn't so much as TRY to hold back his moans.

He does try to look away, though--he's loud and proud of it but also somewhat embarrassed bc he's not really one to be submissive in the relationship (you work in marketing and deal with people all day so you come home wanting to be fucked into thoughtlessness more than he)

you, however, don't let him, and when you push into him another inch and a half, he moans lewdly while staring directly at you. it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen.

When you finally bottom out, pressing a kiss to the sweet spot on his neck as one of your hands goes to his cock, Adam is feeling so amazing that he's convinced he'll start seeing stars.

You've heard Adam beg but a few times since you'd started dating, and it's been amazing every single time.

That night, he begs so much that you're sure you could bottle it and use it to get black-out drunk, should you have pleased.

He spreads his legs a bit more to let you have better access and moans when you start from a different but better angle.

He becomes a mess SO QUICKLY TOO IT'S THE FUCKING HOTTEST THING

all in all?? pegging him is one of the best decisions you could've made for your relationship bc both of you love it so much

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"Oh my God, Y/N," he's moaning, helplessly, as you thrust quickly into him. "Oh my God. Please, please, please don't stop. Please--fuck."

"I know," you kiss the sweet spot on his neck, quickening the pace of your hand on his dick. "You're taking me so good, Adam. This is one of the best things I've ever seen. You're so hot, beneath me and begging to come, mm?"

Adam is so blissed out that he's almost not thinking, and when he comes he already knows he's gonna be a thoughtless mess from your ministrations. He's cock-drunk, loving the way that your strap-on fills him up and never wanting that to end.

"Fuck," he moans, not even trying to suppress the sound. "So close, Y/N. I'm--ah!"

You laugh, kissing his cheekbone as ropes of his come spurt from his dick and paint his stomach.

"You're so cute when you're cock-drunk like that," you laugh again. "You liked it?"

You're pulling out of him, slowly, as he nods. "Yeah," he says. "I loved it, actually."

You clean up his stomach and clean up yourself, having come from the feeling of the strap-on against your clit and the sound of Adams moans. When you climb into bed with him again, he pulls you close and holds you tightly.

"I love you, Y/N," he says.

"I love you too, Adam," is your, admittedly very exhausted sounding, response. "Next time I peg you, you're riding me while I sit with my back against the headboard. You love that position when I'm the one doing the riding, and I wanna know what the fuss is about."

Adam laughs, kisses your collarbone and gives your ass a cheeky little smack in form of a response.

You fall asleep not soon after, naked and cozy in each others arms.

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Hi! Hope you're having a great new year!

I've been wondering lately what Team S' breaking point would be. What would they do when they reach their breaking point. Would they kill someone or kidnap their darling? Or just do something drastic in general.

I think Sonics breaking point would be his darling escaping over and over again (after already being kidnapped). Though I'd say the most he'd do in that situation is just chain his darling to the bed by their ankle. He'd probably still have it long enough for you to walk around the house but short enough that you can't get close to the front door. I can imagine him checking and rechecking every window to make sure that they're still locked (he padlocked them) and to make sure they haven't been tampered with. He'd feel absolutely terrible that things lead to this but he believes it's for your own good.

"I'm sorry, okay? But you could get hurt out there! What if Eggman saw you and decided to roboticize you?! I can't allow that."

Shadow might snap because his darling gets badly hurt by a hitman. It's not life-threatening but still pretty bad (for example, being shot in the arm). He'd probably go mental and beat the ever-loving hell out of them before demanding them to say who assigned them the job. He'd probably circle the Moon and back if it meant finding this person. Unfortunately for his darling, they'd most likely never be allowed to go outside again unless he was around (assuming it was outside, plus you'd have to try and convince him for days to just go out for a while).

"You do remember the last time you went out, right? ....................fine.. I need to get something from the store anyways. Do not leave my side or this'll be the last time you go out. "

Since Sliver is clingy and obsessive, I'd say his breaking point would be his darling giving him the cold shoulder for weeks on end. It's one thing for his darling to be somewhere else for a few weeks, but the fact that you're right there and not giving him any attention would drive him insane. This is especially if you won't even look at him much less talk to him. He's absolutely heartbroken and he's convinced you hate him because of something he did. He would try everything he could just to get a reaction from you, poking, tickling, hugging, hell he'd probably cling onto to your leg until you say something or get him off somehow. He wouldn't do much but eventually he might snap and shake you a bit with his telekinesis out of pain and frustration. He'd immediately put you down once he sees that panicked look on your face and apologises about a thousand times. Out of guilt he might leave you alone for the rest of the day, he's hardly able to look you in the eyes without feeling bad.

"Please look at me, y/n. What ever I did wrong I know I can fix it! Just tell me what to do and I'll do it, okay? Please....just love me again."

Let me know what you think! :)

🔮~ anon

Hello! I'm having a decent new year so far & I hope you're having a great new year dear!

I barely know what to say or write or even add to this masterpiece that you've sent.

I've always viewed Sonic as, though a reasonable individual, is quick to act on impulse & my brain reasons that his breaking point would be from his paranoia that builds up. What if you get hurt? What if Eggman kidnaps you? What if you end up being used against him? Or worse, robotized!? He can't have that, no! No! No! I've stated in a earlier post that because of Sonic's impulsiveness, Sonic wouldn't really consider how you might feel (at the moment) & is quick to panic when you panic.

I see your Shadow's breaking point being y/n getting severely hurt, & I raise you, y/n nearly getting killed. Both scenarios perfectly showcase his protectiveness & how far he takes it (y'know, kidnapping & all) but I feel like you nearly dying would just cause something in him to snap, something telling him he can't fully trust the world now. Shadow would also willingly get whatever you need if asked, craving a certain food/dish? He out & about in the nearest market getting the food/ingredients. Need more clothes to wear? He'll look at your article of clothes & check the sizes before heading out. Need some sunlight? Either you let him go with you or you can take some vitamin D pills to assist.

I don't have much to say about Silver because your part on him is beyond spot on. Though I will say I like that you put that he might use his telekinesis on us when frustrated & clearly not thinking straight &, though knowing it was unintentional, he'd beat himself up for it. When you do see him again, he just has the saddest kicked puppy eyes you'd ever seen that would make you feel absolutely shitty. I feel like he'd unintentional gaslight you which would just lead to you giving him all of your attention which he is more than happy to receive.

[safyresky]

Frostmas Year 4: Behind the Scenes

Prologue | Y1 | Y2 | Y3 | Y4 | Y5 | Y6 | Y7 | Y8 | Y9 | Y10 | Y11 | Y12

[To Read Frostmas: From the TOP on ao3 | ff dot net]

This'll be an interesting one to cover, given that I'm doing it while prepping for a cross-post which ultimately led to a full on rewrite 🤪🤪

So let's get into it! Year 4: Behind the Scenes, twenty twenty four edition >:)

Intro: OLD VERSION

My first thought that has me CACKLING I actually posted about IMMEDIATELY upon opening it for a reread lmao. An AN apologizing for a 7k word chapter lmao. I think these days that's a SMALL chapter by Dani standards!

It is now a whopping 12k. Pre second read through. Which is occurring as I edit this draft.

Here at safyresky industries, we are nothing but verbose✨

RIGHT SO. OLD VERSION

The old version is very fresh post-OG CS, tbh. Jacqueline mentions how she and B-Man became friends BECAUSE of this universe, right? Okay, well, they got on so well I was like "there's no WAY they've JUST become friends. They act like they've known each other forEVER"

So I changed that halfway through Frostmas, went back to edit a couple bits, and when I rewrote CS again, had it become more evident--especially with posting "When Bernard Met Jacqueline" halfway through this process, which was very much me just trying to figure out how friendship they are

The answer, it turns out, is yes. Very friendship

SO while cross-posting to ao3 we WILL be tweaking the "baby's first friend" thing

Can you believe when I initially created Jacqueline, she had no friends? fucking WILDIN. She's the friendliest bitch ALIVE. She gets along with the god damn BOOGEYMAN (in my head that is, lol, but given that I am fully referring to lmelodie's OC here, they obvi would be the boss there!)

(but Jacqueline in my head is like "I am making friends with this scraggily ass mother fucker)

ANYWAY.

Another old bit that I'm thinking of yeeting involves Jacqueline's comment on humans? It was a bit of foreshadowing for another story I was thinking of that'd've come after Into the Shadows, in which a chaotic entity of some sort manages to move ACTUAL LIVE HUMANS into Crystal Springs, the magical continent. BUT given that now it's not humans vs magical creatures but magibeans, magihumans, and ordibeings, this bit is super outdated and ALSO, given the collaborative nature round these parts, I...actually don't think I'll be WRITING this idea EVER, lmao

It was a Jack love interest story 100% but now I'm like "...nah" about it, lol

Tho the original idea of a human that knows of and teaches about magibeans moving to CS/finding themselves there is still very intriguing and gd funny

All the magibeans are perplexed. The Assembly is like "well,,,,it's not not allowed?? We never banned it? HOW did they even GET HERE"

So YEAH, there's your two interesting facts for the OLD INTRO

Intro: NEW VERSION

Blaise, Jacqueline, and Fiera have gnarly tempers. Jacqueline is ever so jealous they can literally explode things.

I have been heavily vibing the little brief peeks into when Jacqueline was asking Jack all about his take on Frostmas and I thought the one in Y3 would be the last one

But then I re-read the intro

And. Well. HERE WE ARE.

I actually really liked this one! It's been lots of fun picturing the Frostmas Asides part of Frostmas so far--hence the increase in these little blips and the Blinter aside I have in drafts that I will unleash. At some point. It takes place during Frostmas Y3, lol.

Idk I just really like examining how these mofos function, given the past and reformed villainy and such. WRITING IS FUN.

I may need to scrimbly this because it is the funniest fucking mental image I have given myself in a hot minute:

That had made him laugh, which was nice to see. I’d been grilling him for like, six days at this point—on the job, at home, as he was trying to enjoy a morning coffee in the silence of his condo, watching the lovely flurry outside when the little flurry herself barged in with more questions at eight in the goddess-damned morning.

I am absolutely WHEEZING about it, it's giving HOLY FROST MOM vibes lol

"You are the goddess's biggest idiot" another absolute banger of a line

BERNARD! :D. Idk why but I'm just really here for soft and no nonsense B-Man. I just LOVE writing him actually caring about the other elves it just. It SLAPS. It FEELS RIGHT. Yes he snaps sometimes and seems a lil' grumpy in tsc 1 (I mean, I would be too dealing with Scott), BUT HE IS A BIG OLD SOFTY IN MY BOOKS WHO LOVES THE ELVES AND LOVES HIS JOB AND SHOULD LEGALLY BE GIVEN A WEAPON AND ALLOWED TO DO A MURDER I THINK

ANYWAY. HOW DOES JACQUELINE DO BE KNOWING.

I have explanations for all of it in place, but those won't be revealed until Y12. SO, in the meantime, I had Jacqueline explain our logic so far in the LEAST spoilery way possible, and that is why this whole passage exists, lol.

Jacqueline hating on Santa Scott is 100% my bad, post-series

It is also me projecting! I am in the same camp as Jacqueline when it comes to "people who have wronged friends". My love language is VIOLENT THREAT aka, IT'S THE THREAT THAT COUNTS 💖

It was also my way of keeping Jacqueline's comment on ordibeings being in CS in without it coming off as like, anti-human propaganda or smth lol (see the foreshadowing an ex-story comment above!)

"And considering what happened to him [B-Man]…well, I think it's better that way."

So THAT was my first stab at foreshadowing what happens to B-Man in (checks calendar) Year Eight! I made them as vague as possible bc we don't know what happened to Bernard between tsc2 and tsc3--that is, we DIDN'T.

BUT I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THE SERIES IS CANON!

Anyway, I tried to make it as vague as possible on purpose bc I wanted to keep everyone guessing >:) and MAYBE make them think I killed off B-Man 🤭🤭🤭

GUESS WE'LL HAVE TO WAIT FOR YEAR 8 TO FIND OUT! ;D

Also. I should REALLY crosspost "When Bernard Met Jacqueline" like. STAT

Scene 1: MN's visit

I have SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS ONE. A lot on the subject of old vs new, tbh!

Right, so, in the OG. MN felt SO MEAN.

And I have this thing. this very particular thing about MN's character and characterization, specifically.

I get SO MAD when people make her SO MEAN FOR NO REASON. I have seen so many bad takes where she's just the worst, an absolute bitch, super rude and unfriendly and I'm like? Mother Nature? Mother Freakin Nature???

Like SURE OKAY. FUCK WEATHER. THAT SHIT SOMETIMES DOES NOT SLAP!! But come ON. She's Mother Nature! Yeah she's scary and THE literal force of nature, but why just that? Why shouldn't she be kind and caring? PLENTY OF MOMENTS IN THE MOVIES WHERE SHE APPEARED SHE WAS GENTLE AND SOFT SPOKEN. COME ON!

AH.

Needless to say. As I was prepping this for crosspoting, I reread MN asking Jacqueline to use her connection and went "SHE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY OR DO THAT"

She would RESPECT BOUNDARIES! AS WE ALL SHOULD!

And I've just come out of like 5 years worth of boundaries being trampled ALL OVER so I was very not here for it so, naturally, I changed that shit RIGHT UP. RIGHT UP. AH!

I thought it'd be hard to restructure Jacqueline's reaction, but it TURNS OUT after the YEAR I'VE HAD it was quite was and made sense for her to immediately jump the gun, as it were, and get herself all worked up bc I have been doing this for a solid year and a half at this point so. y'know. FELT.

Poor girl's been in Fight mode for a solid 4 years at this point! She's just trying to survive! It's no WONDER she explodes that easily

Jacqueline: I can't explode :(

Also Jacqueline: explodes ~✨emotionally✨~

I've also found, revisiting Frostmas post CS rewrite and MtF clean up and 10 years of development on the cast of characters here had me looking at how I characterized WINTER and going WELL THIS IS WRONG

So she's...not as sad and despondent and holding Jacqueline at arms length

Instead, she is doing her best to be there for Jacqueline while also not being overbearing bc she very much does NOT want a repeat of number 1 with number 2!! ah!

They're all trying not to step on each other's toes and they aren't even in the SAME ROOM

THE BELL THING! It's how I hc they call meetings! Slash how the CS versions do it :)

They all have a tiny little bell that works as an e-mail, lol. You pick it up, which activated it, give it your message/meeting deets, and then give it a little ring! It sends the message to the other bells, and the other Legendaries get it, and they meet up at the place of the person who called it--unless otherwise specified.

I imagine they have specific yearly meetings that take place on or around the same time, and the bells are used to update meetings or call emergency ones! :)

I've no idea where I got the idea from but it's giving Polar Express, isn't it? 🤔🤔🤔

I'm getting the sense I may have to make a list of aliases for Blaise a la the one I have for Jacqueline. So far we've got about 70 variations of the phrase "hottie hot hottie" courtesy of Winter, fiery dilf courtesy of my husbando, baby cleaner extraordinaire, and now, apparently carpet steamer, too!

I quite enjoy picturing the Frosts using their elemental proficiency for mundane things. Like starting fires (IN THE FIREPLACE/HEARTH!), Dishes. Cleaning carpets, apparently 🤣

"I've half a mind to lightning bolt the next person who brings it up" YES MN. MUCH BETTER. GO OFF! I wrote this then pictured EB becoming a giant poof ball and wheezed, so it stayed 😎

"And you should hear this too, mom" is deffs a reference to that meme lol. It's been in my head as of late :p. Pedro Pascal is an enjoyable human being tbh!

God. Having Jacqueline be allowed to swear in the narration was like. My BEST idea. FEELS GOOD. FEELS RIGHT. SHE'S A POTTY MOUTH. Probably the worst of her siblings. Yes, even Fiera!

Mmmmm well maybe not QUITE. I think Fiera comes close but Jacqueline takes the damn cake lol

Scene 2: "You Look Like Sleet, B-Man"

They both do tbh, lmao, who're you fooling, Jacqueline 😏😏

Have you guys ever read Just An Elf by Locrain-Mode over on fanfiction dot net? I strongly recommend you do. The BEST Bernard characterization I EVER did see exists in the series of oneshots and it is 100% how I inform my characterization of B-Man.

ESPECIALLY in Frostmas tbh!!

Crystal Springs FACT: Jacqueline dislikes puns. A lot. There is one (1) exception she'll make and I'll keep that close to my chest for a rainy day ;)

Anyway, focusing on the behind the scenes stuff now: Bernard calling Jacqueline "Jacquie" is 100% me inflicting pain on shittyelfwriter on purpose bc we're friends and i love her, lol

I ALSO love angst! And what, indeed, is up with Elle during Frostmas? where's she at?

We'll find out year 12 ;)

But you can see WHY it gave Jacqueline hope--for a brief moment she lived in a world where maybe Bernard remembered--which would make this whole situation like, wayyyyy smoother and easier to take care of for the both of them tbh!

So of course, we CAN'T have that!

Anyway I really love Jacqueline and B-Man's friendship. And they both deserve some floor time. And yes, I 100% meant to end this scene with Jacqueline giving these vibes:

huehuehuehuehue >:3

Scene 3: MEETING TIME

Oh, Council meetings. I'm sure they made the ribbing in the movie as a one off joke, espesh since it is. y'know. a very old person kinda joke, but I quite enjoy it!

Anyway, throwing Jacqueline into the Council Meeting gave me the utmost glee bc I got to dial up her frosty-ness, bordering her on Jack territory and given everything she'd JUST told Bernard, I was CACKLING as I put this blorbo through the ringer >:)

It does foreshadow how things go later what with her frosty attitude! ehehe >:)

I'm actually applauding myself as I reread/edit/tweak/rewrite. I really was laying it in for Year 10's big reveal, eh? >:D

"If Two-ie over here would just look into his mind..." <- A fun lil' nickname for Jacqueline given that she is the Second Jack Frost. Two-ie? Two-y? You get it lol

SUBLIME. Barbie movie is, apparently, still on the brain lol.

And Jacqueline is once again ruining furniture by way of losing control of powers slightly! I love when she does that >:)

AND JACK'S GRAND ENTRANCE! The bit about him moving the frost instead of Jacqueline is a new edition and I love it.

YEAH! MAKE EACH OTHER SUFFER! REMIND HIM AGAIN THAT HE CAN'T DO HIS USUAL SLEET, MWAHAHAHA

And VOILA! The Resort...BEGINS. Well, almost!!! I mean, in the movie Jack himself says he started out doing the job as is but found it to be too much work--and making a theme park like THAT? I think it'd take a little bit more time, especially with such a huge operations shift. so! Year Four the idea is revealed!

FRANCHISING. IDK WHY I DIDN'T THINK OF IT UNTIL NOW, TEN ISH YEARS LATER!!! Imagine an AU where they DID franchise and all of the Council Members now had their realms open as theme parks slash resorts?? like. WHAT would make them AGREE TO THAT

I feel like at this point my Frostmas mantra is "how can I make this WORSE"

"COOKIES are DELICIOUS!" Crystal Springs FACT: Jacqueline has a MAHOOSIVE sweet tooth. She's more partial to cakes and cupcakes, but a good cookie is a good cookie, y'know?

AND THEN SHE GETS KICKED OUT OF THE MEETING. ICONIC.

“You’ve got a kill count?” “Bernard, I was a pirate. But shenanigans aside, I’m a whole entire season. I’m sure that thousands of people have died from like, hypothermia or exposure during a storm I ushered in.” “Pretty sure that that’s not on you.” I pouted. “Well maybe I want to have a kill count!” “Oh, well, in that case, don’t let me ruin your fun.”

Please, they're so FUNNY. I think I added about 3k words to this chapter upon crossposting? And it was all added dialogue, like this

I am but the vessel. These fuckers stole the wheel a long, long time ago

"...and a whole lot of aggression to misplace" fun fact: this is 100% a Danny Phantom reference that has lived rent free in my head since I was TEN, PROBABLY. He's pissed about something then the box ghost is all BEWARE and Danny's like "😏😏 heLLO MISPLACED AGGRESSION!"

Idk why it stuck with me, but it did! We're not going to read into/psychoanalyze that! :D

AND BOOM, I HIT YOU WITH THE ENDING LINE!

I think it hit better before, but tbh it needed a bit of finagling given how the story has progressed since I originally wrote this chapter. I deffs think it plays into the bigger picture better like this! And tbh, that's good enough for me :3

Not as many memes or references to real world shit in this one. I guess I was having a chill time when I originally posted it? It was very fun to rewrite it! I've forgotten how fun it is to pit the cold front against one another in this timeline~

Enjoy the BTS! And enjoy the FRESHLY UPDATED Frostmas: Year Four here on ao3 and on ff dot net like, tomorrow ish! 💖

[imgonnabehonest]

[EDIT: AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION] Personal log 08 03 22. Oh, well that's something to talk about now, too. Huh, okay. So, I had to look up the format for the introduction to do this because- one (1), as you may have noticed, this is a video; not a text post. And two, the last post I made was in April, uhh- so not that long ago. I was working at L'Arte already, okay. It's terrible, thank you for asking, planning to quit very soon. Actually planned to tell them I was planning to quit tonight. Didn't, maybe we'll do that tomorrow. We'll see, it'll come up. I'm giving them more than two weeks anyway, so I can really- I'm being nice.

Um, let's see. Making this a video post because my phone is fucked. There have been green lines going down just slightly to the right of the middle. Um, actually right where where my right eye- the side with more hair- is now, two giant lines. Uh, and also touch sensitivity over there is not great, so typing is a pain in the ass. Hence the video. Alright, I guess there's not much to report, L'Arte sucks, I'm planning to quit very soon. And will take downtime between jobs if I can have it, because I haven't had a vacation since December. Which I mean yeah, Tara will tell you she fucking worked 180 days in a row or whatever once, I don't care. That's her. Good for her. I don't want to do that. That's the fucking reason I'm quitting L'Arte in the first place, that's not me, I don't want to.

And um, I really hate talking I usually write these out for a reason. I don't want to make this a long video because those are annoying to upload. Maybe I'll transcribe this at some point. Could've just written it out on my computer, that would've been a smart move. But I couldn't write it out on my computer because I was watching Malcolm in the Middle. So obviously, what made sense was for me to stop watching so I could record this video of it.

Oh, anyway, so the real reason I wanted to make the post, um, I got real excited because I felt like I ate a lot today, like consistently, at good times throughout the day. Then I went through and I thought about what I ate and I came to how many calories that was and I looked up how many calories I should be eating just to maintain my current weight and I was about 150 short. I don't feel hungry. Um, I'm comfortable saying this stuff out loud because Mom and Dad are sleeping together again, that's really fucked up to think about. I want out of this fucking house.

And, Danny is- it's weird calling him Danny when he's not here. Even though it's really just me. No one sees this blog. I might show him eventually. Because you know, he's not like fucking some people who'll just go through it and then bring shit up and not even tell me where it's coming from. God, I can't believe I dealt with that for that long. Anyway- ooh, there's no delete on this. that's interesting, I've been uh, looking around at therapists a little more too. I need that, I've been in real bad shape lately. Probably looking at some kind of medication because, I don't know, fucking anxi- temper. I throw fucking tantrums at every little thing. And I don't know, I'm a fucking adult, I shouldn't do that. So thanks for listening I guess, we'll see if I can even upload this. Maybe this'll get trimmed and it'll be like six videos, I don't know. Thank you, good night.

[cletuscortlandkasady]

kings in black, usurpers in red

a ShrikingCarnage Heavy Metal Band AU

Anyone remember that one post I made? Yeah, I wrote something for that AU a while back, but it turned into an angst-ridden and plot-centered thing instead. Anyway, I hope you guys can still enjoy what I've been able to put down for now.

Mr. Knull takes care of his boys.

When Eddie Brock, the brightest star in his billboard-lit sky, the favored son, came to him sweating as if he'd finished another workout (the physician said he should get plenty of exercise, and so did the therapist), he knew who to call. And, when Eddie's shadow, the wayward son, returned to them with blood on his hands, he blew up her phone.

"Miss Barrison," he snuck her into the hotel, leading her through the emergency stairwell and into Cletus Kasady's room. "Can I trust you to keep a secret?"

"Silence ain't cheap, Mr. K. And I got enough benzos to put the Giants to sleep," she padded her worn-out leather purse.

Knull agreed to her terms, his pale lips stretching into a smile that never reached those dark pits he called eyes. He takes care of his boys and their expensive mistakes.

Cletus Kasady's suite was all his own, but he couldn't blame the girl for believing she was actually called to take down a whole army. The ruined furnishings, broken glassware, and piles of clothes had the room looking like the actual New York Giants had run through it. The bed had been stripped of its sheets and was instead covered by Kasady's restrained body. The bonds they had used for his arms and legs (and the makeshift muzzle) gave her an idea of where the bedwear had gone.

Frances Barrison tried to swallow the tremble, but her voice still came out shaking. "What the hell? What the hell happened to him?"

"I know you’re fond of our Cletus, but I'll ask you again to be professional," he cleared his throat with all the cool and cruelty of a man of his status and stature. "He doesn't need your pity, he needs rest."

Their Cletus (his Cletus) was raging against his restraints like a rabid wolf, his howls suppressed by the cloth they clogged his mouth with. It was far from a pretty picture, and Mr. Knull saw the girl's eyes glistening, reflecting the sweat-slick white chest contracting and collapsing in on itself.

"What's he on?"

"Neither of my boys has been using anything - well unless you count the caffeine, nicotine, or alcohol - since we were last in New York," he sighed, growing quite tired of answering useless questions. "We have you for that and only you. Cletus hasn't slept in days, so I sent him for some air, a walk, a jog - to tire him out, I thought. It's all my fault, you see. I should never have left him unsupervised. One night out of my sight and he came back to us half-mad, as you can see."

Frances' voice was faint. "He's not on my stuff, but he's on somethin'." Pulling off her purse, she settled on the nearest sitting spot (one of the only chairs still standing) and began to unpack her kit.

"My dear boy," Mr. Knull casually strolled to the other side of the bed. "Do try to behave yourself," he came down on him with his huge hands, sinking his shoulders into the mattress. "We're in the presence of a lady."

Stilling the convulsing Kasady was a struggle, but bringing Barrison to him proved to be the perfect sedative. As soon as his wild eyes spotted her shimmering stare, he settled.

"Hey," she swallowed, a sad smile on her lipstick-smeared lips. "This'll sting a li'l, okay?"

Her eyelids were smoked and her body was sinched in leather as if she had just stepped right out of one of the young man's lecherous dreams. Mr. Knull didn't ask it of her, so she must've done herself up for him all on her own. And, when the syringe sunk into skin and dark fingers stroked a pale forearm, he knew that he was right to call her in.

*

Cletus Kasady is no stranger to hangovers, so he shouldn't have been surprised to have one come knocking against his skull this morning.

It scrambled his brains and sunk them into his stomach, but it was no omelet he wanted a bite out of. From the sandpaper sensation in his throat and the sting of his split lips, he guessed he had nothing to regurgitate. Not even water.

Seeking out a sip, he slowly rose to stand his ass that was still sore from getting it kicked by Brock last night. Oh, that's right! He had a fight with his bandmate - all his bandmates! They all jumped him! Shit, they did! All three of them! His body is still sore from the struggle, and his ankles, wrists, and jaw still hurt from having been bound.

Flashes of arms winding around him and voices bellowing in his ears blinded him along with the rising sun.

Fuck!

Images of gnashing teeth and sharp looks burned his retinas: Roscoe, with eyes redder than green and hair more grey than ginger, late last night at his late wife's grave, cursing his own flesh and blood through crooked teeth, wishing his heartbreak onto him. Louise died while he lashed out at him! He should've been the one to rot away in prison! He should've been the one to slip out from between the bars and water the funeral flowers with his tears! Cletus! He's the murderer!

Fuck!

The film cuts off after the father cursed his son. It came to him in flashes. Red. Roscoe. Knuckles. Fists. Brock. Knull. Black.

Then, as he finally opens his eyes to face the light, he sees the brightest one has ever entered his life: Frances, curled up uncomfably on the armchair, bathed in sunlight and wrapped in leather.

Fuck!

She wasn't just a dream, just another fictionalized addition added to his fractured film! She was here, an angel came down to earth to save him! She was here in the flesh, sleeping in the same room and breathing in the same air!

He checked his breath out of habit. It smelled like an ashtray and burned like bile. He needed water. And a mint. And a toothbrush. And a shower wouldn't hurt him, even if getting out of bed did.

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Frances woke up to the sound of a shower being turned on, as well as a tap. Running water all around, but none for her to drink.

It was already past nine, the time she'd heard Mr. Knull call for breakfast for Cletus (and herself, seeing as there were double servings of each item in his order), so she reached for the line phone herself. And, almost as if the staff saw her sitting there on hold, there was a knock at the door.

"Cletus, it's me."

"Mr. K?"

"Miss Barrison," his voice came from the hallway, as calm and as cool as ever. "Good morning." Opening the door, she felt a chill enter the sun-lit suite when she saw the pathetic look on the poor little soul's face who was pushing in the tray with one hand and accepting a bribe from the big man with the other. "Breakfast is served."

"Thanks," she spoke to the server who saved her by bringing bottled water.

While she emptied one, enjoying the feeling of freshness washing away the tears she swallowed last night, Knull kept an eye on him, making sure his own was on the floor.

He shadowed the man and all but shooed him away before he could get a better look at the property damage. Then, after slamming the door behind him, he took a look around the room himself.

"How is he?"

"In the shower?"

"Is that a question, Miss Barrison?"

"Woke up before me," she shrugged as if the drop in tone didn't send shivers down her spine.

"I see," he said but didn't turn to look as both the tap and the shower were turned off. He called to Cletus instead. "Good morning!"

"That you, K?"

K laughed, but his eyes remained unchanged, charging into her own. "The one and only."

"Gimmie a minute."

"Take your time. And make yourself presentable," he smiled, but his eyes were still unmoving, still meeting hers. "We're in the presence of a lady."

Thankfully, it didn't take much time to wrap a white bathrobe around his pink body (she pictures he'd been scrubbing at his pale skin for a while) and throw a towel over his red hair. As he worked to dry it off, it fell forward onto his face, freckled and freshly shaved. And, when he smiled her way, she saw the green shine under the curtain of curls.

"Rock'n'roll royalty, Lady Frances of House Barrison," he put on a posh English accent. It was good if you asked her. Yet again, his voice was one of his few qualities among his many flaws. The biggest one was the way he made her blood boil when he'd share this smile with the rest of the cheering crowd. "May I?" He bent over, bowing before her, begging for her hand in his.

Knull kept staring her down, but she only succumbed to him, to Cletus Kasady, surrendering her hand for him to kiss. "And a good morning to you, Ser Kasady."

"Now, now, children," Knull came between them, his leather-clad hand like a claw on Cletus' shoulder and the soaking towel hanging from it. "Enough charades. How are you, my boy?"

"Brock doesn't hold back, I'll tell you that for nothin'."

"The body heals itself," he whispered, a secret she now shared. "It's your mind I'm worried about. Edward said something about you running into your father?"

"Edward should keep his nose outta my business before I break it," he hissed, his smile replaced with a sneer. "Bastard came all the way to New York lookin' for Ma."

"He can't hurt you anymore," the man squeezed his shoulder. "Cletus, look at me. He can't hurt you anymore."

Cletus did look at him, but he was hurting all the same. Frances wanted him to face her instead, see their shared suffering, hear the little girl shrieking inside of her, listen to the tunes of their trauma together. Knull, however, came between them.

"My head's fine, K. Got that sleep I've been puttin' off."

"We have Miss Barrison to thank for that," he nodded Frances' way, rubbing at Cletus' back. "You two enjoy your breakfast now," he greeted them. "I'll be back with a cleaning crew at noon."

"Think it's warm enough to sit out on the balcony?" Cletus rolled back his shoulders after he snatched them away from Mr. Knull. Then, turning his neck towards her, he cracked it. "Last night's party didn't make it all the way out there."

Whatever happened here last night, he knows that she knows it wasn't all about sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll. Whatever went down between father and son, she's sure that he's sure it was more than a family feud. Instead of asking, she answers his question: "Cold weather. Wear a light jacket."

He chuckled, filling out two coffee cups and offering her one. "I saw you checkin' me out. Don't think you want me wearin' no jacket."

"Ah, shit," she snorted as she was being served by Cletus Kasady of Kings in Black himself. "You got me."

There was sugar, milk, cream, and even chocolate to sprinkle on top. She wanted it all and he gave it to her. She wanted to serve it inside, so he moved the table along with two lounge chairs to the other side of the glass doors. She wanted him, and she finally got him all to herself.

"More cream cheese for your bagel, milady?"

"Thank you, milord," she snorted, masking the wide smile that spread across her face as he spread it for her.

Cletus chuckled, bringing the last of the cream cheese along with the last of the blueberry bagels on her side of the table, right up against her lips.

When she took her first bite, their eyes met like they had so many times during his concerts, and she felt like the only girl in the world. It took being greeted by a gaggle of groupies for the spell he cast to be lifted. She was not, in fact, the only girl to follow the band backstage, but she was the only one Mr. Knull trusted to bring party favors. She chewed on this thought, letting it slide into her flipping stomach. Cletus Kasady only had eyes for her and she was once again the only girl.

She must've moaned, made an approving sound to betray her appetite because he smirked like he had overheard. "Want me to order another one? Two?"

Frances bit into the bagel again, making sure to actually moan this time. "With blueberries? And another one? Chocolate chip?"

"Angel, you can have it all."

"You say that to all the girls you bring up here?" She spoke with her mouth full, the most unladylike she'd acted all morning. She needed that reminder and so did he. She wasn't another groupie and never would be.

"No," he wiped away the white cream that got smeared across her dark cheek. She should've been embarrassed, but she already decided that she was no lady. So Frances chose to watch Cletus suck his thumb clean instead. "You're the only angel I ever met."

[ruleofexception]

Ok so! For fic questions I was wondering 1) what are your top three favorite fics that you have written (are writing/wanting to write)? 2) What fic of yours has hit you MOST in the feels? 3) And what fic of yours would you consider the FLUFFIEST :3? [small question: but any specific headcanons or extra thoughts you wanna dash on any of your fics? :3] Hope this is okie!

Ohhhh! Of course! This is more than okay <3 

All great questions. Okay. Uhm...

1) Top three favourites would probably be:

- The Fall of the Crown rewrite! I actually look forward to Saturday nights now, just to post the next chapter haha. I do still need to wrap up the final chapter/epilogue, but am finally done editing the last few chapters (we're up to a whooping 227K)!

- Unheavenly Creatures! I. Love. This. Fic. It's easily one of the ones I'm most proud of. And I have a lot of fun when writing it. I'm so excited for FOTC to finally wrap itself up, so I can dive into this one and do it justice <3

- If my brain ever gives me more than just random shenanigans for Life Eternal, I would love to continue this one. But, until I figure out a plot I'm happy with, this'll be one of those fics that sits on the back-burner with the rest of my poor drafts. So many pots on the stove. All of them burning.

2) Most feels:

I have exactly two fics that have made me cry while writing them: Sword & Bauble and Fall of the Crown. S&B for the obvious reason (I legit cried my way through writing ch 1 and the only reason I could keep going was because I just kept muttering that it would be fine. That I would fix it). And you've yet to see the scene that made me cry in FOTC (and as it's not until like, ch38, you won't see it for a while lol). But I definitely teared up and had to walk away and make myself some tea (hahah), because it was hitting me right in the feels.

3) IT’S SO FLUFFY!

I'll be honest, I rarely write strictly fluff-fics, so this was difficult. If we're talking ‘long-fic’, with the most fluff rot-your-teeth scenes, I'd probably say All These Years or Forgotten. One-shots/drabbles might be Names or this prompt from Joanna's bday a few years ago!

And small the headcanon question is below the cut because I have no self control and wrote you a novel.

Headcanons that I like (or make frequent appearances in my fics):

- One that is pretty much canon at this point (and is repeated in almost every fic I can squeeze it into), is that Obi is a cagey mofo who does not trust or like having people tend to him. Like, he won't tell anyone that he's hurt. Ever. The only time he admits to being injured is if someone notices. And I think that it takes Shirayuki a long time and a lot of bribing to get him to confide in her and for her to be able to properly treat him. I fully believe that at least some of their time in Lilias has been spent with Shirayuki chasing after him, offering to buy him dinner or a drink, if he'll just sit still long enough for her to examine whatever injury he's managed to get while he was training (eventually it gets to the point where he's comfortable enough going to her with injuries. But also, he may have started associating having her patch him up, with having a belly-full afterwards lol. Obi's brain: Get healed. Get snacks. More time with Shirayuki. It's wins across the board.). And as much as I know Obi trusts Ryuu and thinks him a good pharmacist, I don't think even Ryuu is able to treat his injuries like Shirayuki can (if Shirayuki isn't around, and it's not that bad, he won't go seek help. The most he'll do is like, slap a bandage on it and call it a day). Which means I am also convinced that the reason he didn't pull away in this scene:

was because 1) they weren't even meant to find out he was hurt, 2) he had an audience (Zen would have been even angrier with him, if he'd pulled away and refused treatment) and 3) this was more for Shirayuki than it was for him.

He's not that hurt. He'd have just left it to scab over and do its own thing, if he was the only one who knew about it. But he lets her do it anyways, because it makes her feel better that he has a bandage.

- Another one that's basically my canon lol... Aside from maybe Garrack or Lata, Shirayuki is the most colourful and casual curser. She doesn't usually curse loudly (like Garrack does) or mumble curses at or about people (like Lata), but she does curse, almost constantly, under her breath. Spills an ink-well? It's just five minutes of her muttering 'fuck' and 'shit' as she tries to clean up the spill. She sees/reads something strange and unusual and it's a 'what the fuck' so quiet that no one else really registers what she's said. And I will forever believe that the moment, right before she jumps off that tower and into the water for Popo's bell, she just sorta shrugged to herself and went 'fuck it, let's do this I guess'.

- I also think that Shirayuki is the kind of person who has two anger settings: 1) Tread carefully or I will throat punch you with no hesitation and zero remorse, and 2) we got into an argument about paint colours and you said ‘I don’t care’, which is a bold-faced lie because clearly you do care, so I took every single paint chip from the store and now they’re tacked up on our wall until you make a decision.

- A HC I really like, but haven't really called much attention to or explored, is the one where Obi is colourblind and that's why he's so hum-drum about her hair. Because her hair isn't anything (for him at least) to bat an eye over. Like, he knows it's red, because people keep telling him that. But that, in no way, defines who she is to him.

- Recently I’ve been vibing with the HC that Obi wouldn’t kiss Shirayuki (especially a first kiss) when they’ve been drinking or are intoxicated. He wants to. And he definitely thinks about it. A lot. It may even come close. But he doesn’t want to feel like he’s taking advantage of her, or have it be something she regrets come morning. If there’s going to be a drunk anything that happens between them, Shirayuki is the one who starts it and any chance he gets, Obi just keeps asking her if that’s what she really wants and if she’s sure.

- Obi didn’t win Shirayuki’s hair-bauble from that fight. I don’t know whether it was one of his few possessions from before (maybe it used to belong to someone important to him) or if he purchased it beforehand JUST for her, but a I don’t buy it for one second that he was fighting some thug and the winnings just HAPPENED to include a hair bauble. He 100% used the fight as an excuse to give it to her.

- While I do really like and appreciate the idea that Ryuu doesn’t think of Obi and Shirayuki as his parentals, I refuse to accept it lol. In any fic, when I have the opportunity to have Ryuu call either Shirayuki ‘mom’ or Obi ‘dad’, I take it. They are his parents and I will die on this hill. 

- Also, while we’re on the subject of Ryuu... there is a small part of me that likes the idea that Ryuu is Kain’s bastard son. I realize it’s probably a bit of a stretch, but I so don’t care haha. So, for your consideration: we don’t know much about Kain other than he died ‘tragically’ when Izana and Zen were still fairly young. After his death, Haruto took over for a while, but then she peaced out to the north because she was suddenly ‘allergic’ to the palace. Now. We all know and love the Crazed King Kain theory (basically canon lol). I like to think that Crazed King Kain knocked up one of the staff members and, in 9 months when this servant girl comes forward with a wholeass baby, saying that it’s his, Kain is actually thrilled, because yayyy! Another son! He wishes to go about actually having the boy legally recognized as his son and Haruto loses her shit (probably not the first time she’s caught Kain burying his dick somewhere it shouldn’t be, but definitely the first time his infidelity has sired an illegitimate - soon to be legitimate - heir that would feel no obligation or fealty towards her). So, Kain’s accident is no accident (hard to legitimize a bastard, if the king is dead and parliament is - for the most part - unaware of said bastard lol). The servant girl is dealt with. And Haruto basically gives the baby to Haruka to ‘figure it out’. Haruka opts for keeping Ryuu close (easier to control and monitor the child, when living near/in the palace - just in case genetics decided to make a mini-Kain). Haruka low-key freaks out the day that Ryuu starts asking around about what happened to his parents and tells Garrack that she needs to stop him from questioning or it’s the last question he’ll ever ask; Garrack just sits Ryuu down and tells him that his parents died, shortly after he was born (not a lie). And that’s the end of that. Eventually, when Haruto’s guilt catches up with her and she can’t stand to see Ryuu around the palace, she packs up and leaves, claiming allergies. The older Ryuu gets, the less like Kain he looks and the more freedom he’s given. ANYWAYSSSSS. It’s a bit like grasping at straws. But I like it.

- And we’ll end with a FOTC specific thinky-thought (I guess it’s sort of an easter-egg now?) that’s somehow both vague and spoilery? I actually hummed and hawed about including this in here, because we haven’t even seen this character yet, but aside from a few disconnected lines here and there, I don’t actually make reference to this scene (it really is just a nice little thought that lives in my brain rent free). So! That said, since FOTC is technically a canon-divergence fic, this canon scene with the roka harvesting would have happened. It is my delightful little thinky-thought that there is a specific FOTC character he’s mistaken Shirayuki for in this scene. Kudos to you guys if you remember this and figure out who it is.

And, there you have it. Some headcanons and thinky-thoughts I enjoy. I could keep going, I’m sure. But those are some of my main ones that, at this point, are basically canon for me ahaha

[scrawnytreedemon]

A character? How about Elena from the Turks?

God, this would have been a lovely pick, wouldn't it?

Unfortunately my memory is hazy, and I'm not particularly well-versed in Turk lore, so I fear this'll be a disappointment. Nevertheless, I'll do the best I can!

First impression: Like most FFVII characters, my first experience with her was in Advent Children. My memory is hazy, but I remember someone, I think Reno, going feral over what i think was Kadaj or the other Remnants taunting him and Rude about what they'd done to her-- Again though, five years, this memory's definitely fuzzy. I don't remember getting a good sense of her personality, but I maybe remember one of my siblings going "!!!" because her name sounded a bit like one of theirs.

Impression now: I think Elena's recklessness does a wonderful job in filling out the structure of the Turks! Because of course they'd have a zealous rookie running around and getting herself into trouble from being a little too eager in doing her duty. There's a lovely contrast between her and Reno, with the latter being laid-back to the point of almost seeming lackadaisical at times, but in reality being incredibly diligent and ruthless when need be-- In a way, it's through this experience that he's earned that outwardly easy-going attitude. He knows it'll do him more good, both in duty and personal life.

Favorite moment: Unfortunately, I don't think I really have one. Apologies :( Perhaps if I were inclined to read the novels, I'd have more material to work with, but as of now... Yeah :(

Idea for a story: Best I can think of is Tseng and Elena having a good, long chat over whiskey. A little peeling of the stony facade; maybe even beneath, a small plea that she'll leave before it's too late; she's bright, idealistic; the machine would only crush someone like her. Make her cold; barren. He'd know. He's seen it more times than he can count. But the words fall away as soon as they're uttered. The next day, he's sober as he's ever been; inscrutible. They continue like always. Continue until the very end.

Unpopular opinion: Again, can't say. I really wish I had more, but I don't have a good enough consensus. Let me know one of yours!

Favorite relationship: I think there's alot of interesting things you could do witht he contrast between Tseng and Elena, and how she idealises him as everything a Turk ought to be, while he's... He is. OG-period it'd be a tentative mentor-menteé dynamic, where Elena's ever-eager for his every insight and Tseng wants to be careful. If any romance were to blossom, I think it would post-AC; they've been through alot together, Elena's mellowed out, matured, Tseng's eased up; the whole world is no longer at their backs. Neither of them can really believe it, that they've done it; escaped Shinra, that it's all dead and gone; but the sun is warm, the picnic blanket soft, and the crook of the others' neck and the gentle grip of their hand both. Peace, at long last. I think there's also alot you can do with Reno occasionally telling her to dial it back, take it easy, but her huffing and rushing on ahead. He shrugs and moves on. Not his clown, not his circus. Over the years I could see it growing into a playful, pestering sort of bond, but with strong roots. I think both of them are deeply loyal, when it comes to it; Elena more overtly, perhaps, but Reno stands till the end. Her and Rude? They sit on the porch and drink ice-cola together.

Favorite headcanon: Again, nothing here, but! Do place one of yours, if you so desire! I'm curious 👀

Thank you as always, Enide! Always glad to see you :) You know how to challenge me on these :))) <33

[arethereanyoriginalusernames]

CHARACTER SPOTLIGHT

ADDISON WOODS, P 1

Requested by @zoophobiapika

For anyone who does not know what this is, Character Spotlight 1 is where I criticized how a specified character is written. Part 2 is where I analyze the character and make predictions. Also, I'm doing these in a slightly different format, so if you see me redo my Damian character spotlight, don't be surprised (plus I'm not proud of that one). I am also specifically criticizing how the character is written. I'm no expert when it comes to art, so if you'd like a critique on his design, I'd recommend bugging @rzphhs.

Zoophobia belongs to our fandom's Lord and savior, Vivziepop. This, however, is not a critique of her CURRENT writing skills. Not sure if you noticed, but zoophobia is kinda old. The reason I'm doing this is because I believe that when we analyze stories we love and find flaws within them, we can find ways to improve our own writing. I do not hate Vivziepop, and this is not meant as an attack. Also, you're free to disagree with me. I'm not some godly figure who's always correct. However, I ask that any comments remain civil. If any arguments or whatever break out over this, Imma Chase some bitches with a pool noodle. We good? Let's go.

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" BREAKING NEWS. LOCAL CANADIAN HAS DECIDED TO ONCE AGAIN TALK BAD ABOUT AN INCREDIBLY CUTE CHARACTER! IF YOU HAVE SEEN THIS INDIVIDUAL REPORT THEM TO THE DEPARTMENT OF WHOGIVESAFUCK AND TURN THEM IN IMMEDIATELY. THIS PERSON WAS LAST SEEN ROBBING A STARBUCKS, WHICH YOU'D THINK WOULD BE A BIGGER CRIME, BUT HEY, WE ALL KNOW WHAT TAKES PRIORITY! "

Oh what a lovely day. I haven't slept all night, and I have ammonia or something. Lovely. What a perfect time to talk about a fictional character. Look, if it's any comfort to the fan girls who come across this, part 2 will have me being more of a fan than a critic. Just bare with me for this, and if worse comes to worse, blame Pika.

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As per usual, let's get started with some criticism I don't agree with.

Addison looks like a girl

Alright, first of all, don't read my stories. Second, maybe this is because I live in Canada where the need for equality is pounded into your head every other hour, but...yeah? Dudes can look girly. Have you never seen a girly guy before? If so, how? Now, I'm aware that some people have an issue with this because Addi is gay, and girly gays are a common trope when gays are presented in media. While yes, this is true, Addi being a sort of trope isn't necessarily a bad thing. A trope-y character can still be written well and be entertaining. Besides, it's been said that all original ideas have been done before, so good luck trying to ever find a 100% original character anywhere.

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That's about all, but before I tear this character limb from limb, I'd like to go over things I DO like about this character.

He was ok in chapter 3

Yeah, he had problems there too, like when he just stood around and had little to no reaction to his bff turning into a mini cuthulu, but those are not problems exclusive to Addi. He didn't stand out much, per say, but what we got wasn't terrible. His banter with others was fine and even funny at some points.

He has a character motivation

Yeah, his goal to find love is a boring one, but unlike some of our other important characters, he actually has one.

He might be more interesting in the future

Addison is basically an artificial life form created by Xirxene, and not only is Xirxen after him, if Vivz still goes with this concept in the reboot, he apparently has mad sword skills yo, a dark side called Adder, and can summon two giant ass snakes. If that concept is still going to be used, then hell yeah, I'm down for that shit

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Now the moment we've been waiting for. What do I have against Addi? Why do I find him annoying as a critic of zp? Grab a cup of maple syrup, because this'll be a doozy. I'll order my issues from least bothersome to the most.

His relationship with Gustav

Ok, I think we can all agree that this relationship was poorly done. While I myself have no problems with this pairing, the way Vivz had them come together was shit. Gustav looks like a pedo creep hitting on a student, and Addi looks like an idiot as he just lets Gustav insult one of his friends. Their relationship is hasty, and the only apparent attraction they have for each other is their looks (and Addi looking like a 12 year old doesn't really help Gustav's pedo case. Don't worry, any concerned readers, there isn't any pedophilia going on. Addi has apparently been aged up to 17, and Gustav is 19)

Just to clarify, hasty relationships in stories aren't in themselves a bad thing. This could serve as a reflection on both the characters. Perhaps they fall in love easily. Perhaps their just the type of people who'd do these sorts of things. The problem here is that Addi is the only one of the two who seems like he'd do this. It's stated by Dame (who could be hyperbolising here for all we know ) that Addi throws himself at guys very often. Gustav, however, doesn't seem to have anything about him that'd suggest he'd be down for dating someone he just met.

You know how this relationship could be fixed? Gustav is 19, so he would've graduated only a year or so ago. So, have him and Addi be old friends who hung out before Gustav graduated. Perhaps have them have an attraction to each other that was initially waved off by Gustav at first, but now he's back, he might be interested now. Also, have them be attracted to each other for more then just looks. Perhaps they respect each other's talents, perhaps they have similar interests. That'd make their relationship a little more believable.

His personality

You know, in all my time spent in the zp fan base, I've noticed that the majority of Addi fans like him because he's cute. Not because of his personality. Just because he's cute. I mean, I don't entirely blame them for focusing on his appearance more because his personality. .....woof.

Zoophobiacomic.com describes his personality as the following;

" Addison likes to keep to himself and spends most of his time working in the Art Wing. While he doesn’t often open up to others and can sometimes hide away an air of elitism, he has developed a close friendship with his classmates Damian and Sahara. Their outward energy and enthusiasm has begun to counteract Addison’s typically introverted nature"

So he's shy, and a bit of an elitist, and he's slowly becoming more self confident. Ok.....now let's look at what the comic itself presents us. For one thing, he's surprising sassy, especially in ch3, not just to Dame, but to Leeson the crazy priest as well. He's also surprisingly self centered. Look at how he reacts to Dame being a shit to other people compared to how he reacts to Dame being a shit to him. Orchestrating an event that gets your cousin set on fire? That's ok. Preventing Addi from going on a date? That bastard! He doesn't even seem to care when Gustav insults one of his best friends. He also doesn't show any regret about attacking Mackenzie. Him having these traits aren't a problem, but this raises a bit of a concern for me since I don't think this is the impression we're supposed to get from his character.

His dumbass decisions

Yes Addison, go off on a date with some sexy random dude when there's an entire organization after you and you have no way of defending yourself. 10/10. 100/100. A+. Gold Star, Gud Job, Perfect Logic, Go buy a colouring book you infant!

His PTSD

Let me get one thing strsight (so at least one thing in this post isn't gay af), I don't have an issue with him having PTSD. My problem is how it's handled. The story acts like Addi attacking Mackenzie is just peachy keen because it was triggered by his ptsd. Except guess what? It isn't.

I'm going to be honest, I (someone with more then one handicap) hate it when those with disabilities are treated like babies, and The world must conform to their needs, and nothing is their fault because mashed potatoes. Look, a handicap can affect how you live your life, but it doesn't mean you get a free ticket to easy street. If anything, your life gets harder. And guess what? People babying you and pretending that your disability prevents you from any fault DOESN'T HELP. IT MAKES YOU WORSE. I'll use one of my own handicaps as an example. I have Auditory Processing Disorder. One symptom is that I can't hear myself, do I often talk incredibly loudly without realising it. Now imagine I went through life always yelling because no one told me to take it down a peg. Soon, yelling would become a habit, and it'd be a much harder problem to fix.

You guys starting to realize why other characters acting like Addi did nothing wrong bothers me? That's not how you react when someone with a disability does something like Addi does. It also makes me concerned that the comic will continue down the route of "oh, he has a disorder, so he's not really at fault ", excusing various bad things Addi does on his PTSD.

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So now I've typed out enough words to rewrite the American constitution, I'll end it here. Thank you for reading, and tell me what you think. If you'd like to see me critique another character like this, feel free to request it.

I apologize for wasting your time.

-ATOUN

[hazystroll]

So I've been listening to Rain covered by Mafumafu (which is originally sang by Sekai no Owari) and am aspired to write a songfic bout it (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

do note that this'll be a miscellaneous pairing but let's see if I could note down what I had in mind whilst writing this at the end of the post!

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幸せなような　涙が出そうな

This is just like happiness but feels like my tears is flowing out

この気持ちはなんて言うんだろう

I wonder, what is this feeling?

ファフロツキーズの夢を見て起きた

(I ask), as I woke from a dream of a rainfall,

涙が頬で乾いていた

with tears that have gotten dry on my cheeks.

"(B)-san, you're spacing up again," said a person sitting across to the called up young male. It's not so often people reprimanded him for sequestering before he himself does. "You're good?"

It felt frustrating to have himself being picked out, he must admit, "Don't mind me, kindly presume." —it hurt the pride a bit.

"But (B)-san, you're shedding tears!"

Beforehand, he never thought how tardy his mind could get him. He thought he'll do better than this. "Hm? Is that so?" checking upon himself, there do exist several scants of salty water on both of his delicate cheeks.

"If you're not feeling pretty well, I think it'll be safe to say that today's study might be enough as it is," the second boy said, slightly leaning towards his opposite side of the table where (B) sat across.

"I wonder if that'll do the day enough," (B) replies him; pinning his arm on one side of his now not-so-damped cheek. "Didn't you ask me for a studying session at the onset?"

"I'll ask you for another day if today's been ill for you."

"Heh, bold of you to assume I have pretty enough time for you," scribble scribble, he started to dance the pen grace atop of the book with several question marks served before him now that he knows his consciousness wouldn't betray him for another time today.

".....you should've had an equestrian private class by this time, didn't you?"

"Then again, I think it's fine to skip a class for once, I always wanted to try it," he eschewed the hindrance, not even sure what to tell to express his storm, as well as almost finishing the equation (A) enquired him while he was spacing out.

The smaller boy falter back to his original seat, having a faint, minuscule clue to comprehend. "Recently you've been abating your tense, does that have any relations to this?"

'What a curious little head', the taller boy muttered to himself. "Are you here to intrude one's seclusion too or what?"

—oh, his bad. It wasn't meant to sound that harsh.

"I was asking nicely, though. If there's anything, at least perhaps I could help."

"You're shamefully certain with that," he paused as he's circling the end of the long formula he's been writing before. "To think that this turned out as a downfall session, I ought to dismiss myself. Take care."

He finished his duty for the queries and stood, walking away with no words aftermath leaving the guilty significance with the deafening hues of the heliac's afternoon grace.

"(B)-san, wait, I—"

Was it too late?

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真っ白な夜に　遠くを走る汽車の影

In the pure white night, the shadow of the train running in the distance,

静寂と僕ら残して過ぎ去っていく

passing by leaving both of us with the silence.

Day to day, life's been making jokes on him recently. Seven of the evening now, and the father has just texted him his chauffeur sir is picking up his whomever-it-is niece?

Surely, a 'You'll do fine going home by yourself, wouldn't you?' has exploit his temper like a cherry on top, but sadly he's worn enough to do any dumb act of expression; even walking sounds more troublesome than ever now. Better serves the old man sire right next time, then.

A railway, of course. The lamp sign isn't broken, right? A train wouldn't suddenly appear from the corner, ready to send him to join the cult of souls, right? Ding dong, ding dong, rest assured, 'he'll be fine', he assured himself.

Has this district always been this quiet? Even footsteps that's changing pace into a running one from a distance could vividly be heard.

Wait, footsteps? who's behind him?

The lone youth peeks his left, seeing nothing before the tap on his right shoulder making him stock still along with a train passing by, unnoticed ahead of time. "(B), I haven't seen you for several days. Is our school ground that spacious?"

The tone he knows become unimaginably low he thought he's in trouble. It's on his right.........right?

They trade each other's gaze few moments until the sound of the echoing train could be faintly be heard ever again, as one of them fell into consideration.

"(A), I swear I'm throwing you just before that train the second time you're doing that."

"Pardon, I just thought I wouldn't catch up on you if weren't to do that."

"Tell your business this instant."

"I don't have any."

"It's late enough to clown around, (A)."

"It's actually nothing but simplicity," the shorter male rummages his bag, smiling a bit as if he's glad the male before him would like to appreciate his presence. "Grandmother made me a few charm, would you like to take one as a gratitude for five days ago?"

"No." —or not. Seems like he's not keenly fond of it yet. "Life will revolves as it is with or without it around me. Why would I?"

Another sound of a train could be heard. The pregnant silence has took a quite moment, now that the long mech has already passed its way already; leaving them with nothing but a deem to each other's scrutiny.

"If you're giving me nothing but that pity worth look, you're wasting my rest time, congratulations." Mercilessly, he whomst been offered a kindness left, again.

"Oh, believe me, I couldn't really care how's the world will do you," the young (A's last name) is catching up again, wouldn't really give a thorough business of the upcoming consequences. "But I'm leaving this heartful omen guardian on that hands of yours, regardless." —but he managed, unlike the other time, it isn't him the one who's get left behind.

And just like that, he merges his steps counterway with no intention of making the slight niggled guy talks back.

Something new within the stance of two silences, huh....?

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逃げ出したいような　心踊るような

it feels like I want to run away, it feels as if my heart is dancing

この気持ちはなんて言うんだろう

I wonder, what's the name of this feeling?

鏡の前で顔を背けたのは

The times when I turn my face away from the mirror,

ずっと昔のことのようで

it already feels like a long, long time ago

'He's messing with my head.'

That (A's last name), is this what they call sorcery of the innocency?

Enough of this. As if he's one worth of importance. Certainly he has greater deeds on his to-do list, and none of them associates with the chants of that young male's surroundings.

Truth unfold, the lingering feeling did felt great; rejuvenating. A wholesome aid after weeks of tyranny he wouldn't even dare to complain for the sake of what he strives until present from his long chronicle.

But that's it, no more going lulled unless he wants to get himself dulled.

"If there's anything I can help, then please let me! You're concerning, to be less said."

Ridiculous. Now his voice rings as if they're crystal clear.

"(B's full name), it's not a joke."

A joke......?

"What are you doing here?"

He thought the class has died minutes ago?

"I'm personally not sure, but it seems like an unfinished notion brought me here today," (A) replies, not tagging his tender trademark along. Why though?

"I recommend you to stop barging into a 'mere friend's businesses. Not everyone is pleased by that, I believe?"

"Do you really think few spits of you generously giving off your time tutoring me just only got us as a stranger?" young (A's last name) asked (B)'s query back. "—what happened to your dignity that only serves only the person of your ought? I'm not being jested around, aren't I?"

Dear Luna, (B's last name) thought it wouldn't be anywhere near this. He miscalculated the impressions.

"Those minor gestures, tone shift? It is as if I'm studying you more than my lessons if they keep on appearing in front of me!"

Is the tricker being tricked? It was never intended to be this grave. Where was the tranquil atmosphere of brief salvation he originally yearned?

"It's a period here, (A). You'll proceed nothing but only vain to feed that forsaken meddling."

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虹が架かる空には雨が降ってたんだ

where the rainbow spreads in the sky

いつか虹が消えてもずっと僕らは空を見上げる

I won't forget, on a rainy day like this, we gazed into the sky together

Then in a sudden, a downpour arrives like a thunder in the midday, coating the radius within with fluids and humidity.

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虹はいずれ消えるけど雨は草木を育てていくんだ

the rainbow will vanish soon, but the rain will keep nurturing the plants

そうだ　次の雨の日のために　傘を探しに行こう

Yes, on the next rainy day let's look for an umbrella together.

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