#i really had no idea ive written that much no wonder im like running out of steam

[fictionfixations]

book 7 exploration stuff

book 7 part 4 spoilers

the game makes you wait (unless you want to spend gems) to continue the story so be prepared for posts every now and then about this of me screenshotting things i think are interesting or funny

okay. listen. i still maintain the 'the ironclads and the fae have a HUGE misunderstanding' idea, BUT that doesnt mean everyone has good intentions... and i mean some people think that if they're their enemy, then nothings fof limits right? (to be fair when we run off the ironclads we also steal like their supplies.. but like... geez... these ones ARENT fighters, you're attacking civilians!)

ohh more backstory

its the black shadow-y thing back from before in the other dreams that tried to bring us to a deeper sleep

malleus?

LMFAO

OH DAMN what is with this game and kicks. if i had a nickel for every time someone kicked another person to get them to move, id have two nickels. which isnt a lot but its weird it happened twice (bro in book 6 in one of the PTMs riddle kicked azul to get him out of the way. with his HEELED BOOT by the way, OW?)

gAH (i know im supposed to be supportive of the 'good guys' but haha no. godd i really cant wait for people to write fics about this ive had a hankering for diasomnia fics lately, especially from silver and/or sebek pov)

wow thats some dark imagery. although i cant be surprised... (yknow what? i actually wonder what people think of them in those clothes. like. idk. any weird 'what are you wearing'??? do we have any items on ourselves like a phone or something to get the dreamer really confused and make them realize 'wait a second...'????)

im a third of the way there (im still at the beginning area lMFAO)

aww. family bonding.

what else can we introduce to them though to make them horribly confused or shocked or amazed since we come from a different time period entirely?? (we shocked them with good food, in a bigger quantity then even the nobles have too, idk if it counts but sebek and silver have their training from lilia, which knocked his mask off and made him surprised that a human could get him...)

i wonder. what if there were spells that exist now that are way more convenient with little magic cost. but before it wasnt nearly as tested so its more difficult and stuff to magic??

in any case i think fae are magic so like. doubt. (we barely beat him anyway. well i didnt i used a retry ticket because i struggled so bad)

then again

how to make up for us basically time traveling (without it being permanent though since its a dream)? by making our only knowledgeable party members (silver and sebek) not having as much knowledge. cause like. they know things happened and stuff but its never been written or spoken about what happened. so all of its new to them. like i mean

they know the end result but how they got there is lost. especially the details.

..people are going to make such cool works out of book seven and i am PUMPED.

[sturnioloxplr]

ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫-Part 2

SMUT WARNING

Sam's hands found his way to my chest squeezing them gently to be blunt he's alot more gentle then colby

"Sa-sam~"I moaned out

"Yes princess ?"he smriked

"Please ..."Sam smirked as he ripped my underwear off in a flash

His tounge was amazing and so much better then colbys

"S-sam nghh~"I moaned out he chucked under me my cunt was his now ~

Sam trusted into me without letting me cum

"Fuck y/n no wonder colby fucked you so often your pussys so god good"He moaned out

"It's all yours Sam's now" I smirked

"Kinky Babygirl"Sam smirked roughing up the speed

"God damnnnn sammm~"I moaned out my legs begun to feel like jelly under him his touchs his smell his eyes everything was so much better then colby I felt high without any weed it was him he was intoxicated with flirt

"Sam I'm gonna cum"i yelped out

"Do it...cum for me babygirl.."he sped up

"SAMM~"I screamed out it was coming any second I'd be cumming

"Nghhhahhh"i moaned out as my orgasm wasted over me like water sam quickly followed

"Fuck me y/n your some girl" Sam said smiling

"That's the first time I've came before like an orgasm"I replayed

"Jesus really ?"Sam asked "I always thought Colby made you cum"

"He did but not a orgasm"I sighed

"Welp atleast I made you cum"he laughed biting on my neck his teeth grinning against my neck gently he knew how to please a girl the way a women wants it

"I found out that colby was cheating on you at that halloween party last month he was with Amber I'm pretty sure" Sam said

"Amber.."my heart stopped ...does he mean the Amber who filmed tiktoks with colby ? Wait ..AMBER SCHOLL ...

"Sam..do you mean Amber Scholl ?"

Sam nodded in response as he grabbed a hoodie from thr closet "Yeah her she had a massive crush on him for ages and tried to lore him into her and we'll I guess she did at the party I'm really sorry y/n.."

"Don't b3 sorry sam I've an idea on how to het my boyfriend back"I smirked My head was racing of ideas to do to get ny revenge maybe send her fake gucci nah to basic OR BUY HER FAKE HIGH HEELS AND COVER THEM IN GUCI PERFUME UGHHH IVE NO IDEAS

"Uh Y/n ?"Sam asked"plesse tell me your nit gonna do a killing spree or something"

"Sam r u crazy over course not I'm not that desperate I mean maybe I am...I don't know if I should get colby back I mean he cheated on me with Amber the girl ge told me he didnt like and he took advantage of the situation at the party"

Sam threw me his hoodie "baby if he did that ehy go back to him I mean he's my best friend so. I cant say anything but u shouldn't" Sams right I shouldnt go back to him after that

"Your rigjt sam but ...I still my revenge on ms Amber Scholl"

Sam rolled his eyes "you and revenge y/n"he turned off the lights in thr bedroom with q click I of course stayed up on my laptop trying to find ways to get revenge without it being illegal of course

my fingers were dancing around thr keys until I found it..

How To get revenge on a rich girl

"got it " I mumbled happily as I took a picture and set my phone down on thr desk next to me and fell asleep next to sam

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Next time in

ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫

Will y/n get her revenge on Amber and Colby or will she run back to colby like a dog ? Will she stay with lovable Sam Golbach or emo god Colby Brock ?

Stay online Losers and find out in part 3 of

ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫

A story written by SamGolbachsangel

HI GUYS WELL PART 2 IS OUT NOW IM SO HAPPY I FINALE GOT TO DO IT AFTER TRYING TO WRITE IT IN PEACE ANYWQYS NEXT PART MIGHT BE A BIT GOREY AND WELL YOU GUESSED IT ANGST SO BE CAREFUK AND WAIT FOR PART 3 OF ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫

And anyone asking yes the story is named after colbys song skin I hope u guys r enjoying it so far part.4 will probably be the last of it

haven't read part 1 ? Here it is

https://www.tumblr.com/samgolbachsangel/754254978253750272/%E2%84%AD%F0%9D%94%9E%F0%9D%94%B2%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%A2-%E2%84%91-%F0%9D%94%A0%F0%9D%94%9E%F0%9D%94%AB%F0%9D%94%B1-%F0%9D%94%A3%F0%9D%94%AC%F0%9D%94%AF%F0%9D%94%A4%F0%9D%94%A6%F0%9D%94%B3%F0%9D%94%A2-%F0%9D%94%AA%F0%9D%94%B6%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%A2%F0%9D%94%A9%F0%9D%94%A3%E2%84%91%F0%9D%94%A3-%E2%84%91%F0%9D%94%AA-%F0%9D%94%A7%F0%9D%94%B2%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%B1-%F0%9D%94%9E-%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%A2%F0%9D%94%AF%F0%9D%94%B3%F0%9D%94%9E%F0%9D%94%AB%F0%9D%94%B1?source=share

[asrasotherbottom]

Asrasotherbottom Masterpost

CURRENT AS OF 7/20/2020

Fat!MC Masterlist (ALL Fat!MC stuff is there, and won’t be on this list) 

THIS IS SUPER LONG ITS ALL UNDER THE CUT

Fics:  Asra x Public Flirting MC (Lemon) Asra x MC “We’re not Calling It That” (Lemonish?) Asra x MC “You’re doing so good my love” (Lemon) Asra x MC Reassuring Him They Love Him  Asra x MC Who has PTSD From the Devil Fight Asra Gets a Rimjob (Lemon) Asra x Being Flirted with in Public Until he Cant Take It Anymore (Lemon) Asra x MC Wedding Antics (Lemon) Asra x Muriel x MC Gentle dom!Asra (Lemon) Julian x MC Piss Kink (Lemon) Julian x Getting off on MC’s Pillow (Lemon) Julian x NB!MC Somnophillia (Lemon) Julian x Cumming Fast + Fuck Refractory Periods (Lemon) Julian x MC “Captains Quarters” (Lemon) Julian x Defending MC from Their Shitty Mother Julian x MC experiencing Dom Drop (lemon) Bird!Julian Painfully Transforming (Angsty) Muriel x MC “Scars” Muriel x Comforting MC After a Panic Attack (Lemon) Muriel x Trans!Man MC (Lemon) Muriel x MC Tutor/Tutee Modern AU (Lemon) Trans!Portia x Getting her Body Loved on (Lemonish) Portia x Baking with MC Lucio x Being Called Daddy (Lemon) Lucio x Laying in Bed Tracing MC’s Stretch Marks (Lemonish) Lucio x Feedism (Lemon) Lucio x Making him Cream His pants by touching Over clothes/nipples (Lemon) Lucio x Calling him Daddy (Lemon) Lucio x Overstimulation with a Vibrator (Lemon) Asrian “Are you going to look into my pretty eyes?” (Lemon)

Headcanons- Familiars: Main 6 w/ Fat Black Cat Familiar Main 6 w/ Giant Tortoise Familiar Asra and Muriel w/ Snail Familiar Main 6 w/ Black Bear Familiar Main 6 w/ Pack of Lionesses Familiars Main 6 w/ Business of Ferrets Main 6 w/ Kraken Familiar Main 6 w/ Guinea Pig Familiars Main 6  w/ Hedgehog Familiar Main 6 w/ Protective Silverback Gorilla Familiar Main 6 w/ Scorpion Familiar Main 6 w/ 30ft Reticulated Python Familiar Main 6 w/ Little White Rabbit Familiar

Headcanons Main 6/Multiple:  Main 6 w/ Clinically Depressed/Anxious MC Main 6 w/ Submissive Hypersexual MC (Lemon) Main 6 x Sex Shy MC Main 6 x Complicated/Stubborn MC Main 6 x Crying MC Main 6 x Big MC Big Tits Main 6 x Sodastream Asra,Julian, Muriel, Lucio x Sounding (Lemon) Main 6 x MC with Insomnia Main 6 x MC Brought Home A Dragon Egg Asra, Julian, Nadia, Lucio x MC Squirting For the First Time (Lemon) Main 6 x Protecting MC From a Creep Hitting on Her Main 6 x Small MC Big Tits  Main 6 x Very Masochist MC (Lemon) Main 6 x MC Who is Arrested and Sentenced to Burn as a Witch Asra, Nadia, Julian x Sub MC Who needs lots of Aftercare Main 6 x Accidentally Walking in on MC Changing Main 6 x Dermatillomania MC  Main 6 x Acne Scarred MC Main 6 x The Gang Goes To The Beach Main 6 x Hella Sexual Tension Main 6 x Shy/Insecure MC Main 6 x Ace + Sex Repulsed MC Main 6 x Very Hairy MC Lucio, Muriel, Julian, Asra, Valerius x Sleepover Main 6 x Giggly Apprentice Main 6 x MC Who was in a Car Accident  Asra, Nadia, Julian, Valdemar x Showering with MC Asra, Julian, Muriel x Honeymoon Main 6 x First Time Anal (Lemon) Main 6 x Proposing at the same time that MC does Asra, Julian, Muriel x MC Getting Hurt in a Fight Main 6 x Proposing with something other than a Ring Who fucks a pumpkin? (Meta???) Main 6  x Adhd MC Main 6 x Seasick MC Asra, Nadia, Julian, Valerius x Masochist MC Who Needs Cuddles (lemon) Main 6 x MC Who Cant Sleep Alone Main 6 as Flowers Main 6 Bailing MC Out of Jail Main 6 x Powerful Fae MC Main 6 x MC who Covers their Mouth To Laugh Main 6 x MC’s Tentacle Genitalia Changing Texture (Lemon) Main 6 x MC Who Easily Slips Into Sub Space Main 6 x Sticky Fingered Fae MC Main 6 + Courtiers x Wanting 5 More Minutes of Sleep  Main 6 x Periodically Nonverbal MC Main 6 x First time 69 w/ AFAB MC Muriel, Portia, Lucio, Valerius x Masochist MC Who Gets Deep In Sub Space Main 6 x Pillow Fight Main 6 x MC Who Sews/Knits Main 6 vs Dancing Main 6 vs Gift Wrapping Main 6 x MC with Seasonal Depression Asra, Nadia, Portia x Accidentally Horny Hair Pulling Main 6 x MC Shaving Their Head Main 6 Hearing MC Sing “Cuz I Love You” By Lizzo Main 6 x Long Nails MC Main 6 x MC Taking a Stupid Risk To Protect Them Actor AU? (Meta?) Main 6 x Super Ticklish MC Main 6 x Pierced MC (Nipple/Tongue) (Lemon) Main 6 x Genital Piercing Moral Support (lemon?) Main 6 + Valerius x Sub!MC (Lemon) What Piercings Would the Main 6 Have?  The Courtiers x Super Ticklish MC Main 6 x Scented Body Oil (Lemon) Main 6 x Shy Singer MC Devorak Family Passover Main 5′s Favorite Thing About Portia Main 6 (Bonus!Familiars) x Handmade Chocolate Gift Main 6 as University Professors Main 6 Recieving Sexy Lingere from MC Main 6 x MC Starting Testosterone Asra, Julian, Lucio x “Just Average” Singer MC Main 6 Valentines Day Plans The Courtiers x No-Magic MC As Their Apprentice

Fat!LI Headcanons: Chubby!Asra HC’s Fat!Feedee!Julian Body Worship (Fic, Lemon) Fat!Lucio HCs Fat!Lucio and Fat!Julian NSFW HC’s (Lemon) Fat!Lucio being a Feedee (Lemon) Chubby!Lucio being a Feeder (Lemon) Chubby!Muriel (Fic) (Lemonish) Chubby!Muriel (Fic) Part 2 Soft Feedism Chubby Muriel (Fic)  Fat!Muriel HCs  Fat!Muriel “Not Too Big To Ride” (Fic, Lemon)

Headcanons Assorted: Asra x Aphrodesiac Incense (Lemon) Asra x Neopronouns  Asra Cursed HC (Lemon) Asra x Self Conscious Big Breasted MC (Lemon) Asra x MC Telling Asra to Talk To Julian and Resolve Their Issues Asra x Falling out of Bed During Sex Asra x Mischievous Familiar Asra x Dizzy/Nauseous MC who Passes Out Often Asra x Cumslut MC (Lemon) Asra x Comforting Hallucinating MC Asra working through Trauma with MC (Meta) Asra and MC sharing a bed (Meta) Asra Cumstuffing MC (Lemon) MC Carrying Asra

Nadia and Lucio x Royally Clueless MC Nadia x Asra x MC Threesome (Lemon) Nadia x Clingy MC Nadia x Mutual Gaining (Lemon) Nadia and Lucio x Uncomfortable-With-Fanciness MC

Julian x Loving but Firm Dom NB MC (Lemon) Reversed!Julian x Cloaca NSFW HCs (Lemon) Reversed!Julian NSFW HCs (Lemon) Julian x Aftercare (Lemon) Trans!Julian HCs (Lemon) Julian x Drinking Averse MC  Julian x NB MC With Stretchmarks Julian x Falling out of bed during Sex Julian being Sick and MC taking care of Him Trans!Julian x Dom GN MC (Lemon) Julian x Panic Attack MC Julian x Cumslut MC (Lemon) Julian being Stern (Meta) Julian x Feedee MC (Lemon) Bird!Julian In Heat (Lemon) Bird!Julian Nesting HC’s SFW Feedee!Julian x Feeder MC (Lemon) Julian x Scent/Musk Kink (Lemon) Julian and Lucio Losing No Nut November (Lemon) Julian x Anxious MC Stuck in an Elevator Julian x MC Weird Sleeping Habits

Trans!Muriel HC’s (Lemonish) Muriel x MC Caught in a Forest Trap Muriel x Falling out of Bed During Sex Muriel x Tiny Fluffy MC Muriel x Panic Attack MC Muriel x MC recovering from an ED Muriel on his Wedding Day  Muriel Modern AU Date Ideas Muriel Losing No Nut November Muriel x Taller-Than-Him MC Muriel x MC Mutual Gentle Teasing Love Language (Meta) Muriel Is Not A Utilitarian Masturbator

Portia x Asra x MC  Polyam HC’s Portia and Julian x Land Lover MC Portia Feedism HCs (Lemon) Portia x Genital Piercing HC’s (lemon) Portia x Muriel x MC Mushroom Hunting HC’s Portia x MC Cat Cafe Date Tea Party At Portia’s Portia: Bar Fight Edition Portia teaching MC Nevivionic(?) Mother tongue(?) Portia Pegging MC (Lemon) Portia x Blind MC Pirate Queen!Portia x  Merfolk!MC Portia x Wedding HC’s Portia x Bad But Enthusiastic Gardener MC Pirate Queen!Portia HC’s Portia x Adventurous Eater MC Portia x Afraid of the Dark MC

Lucio x Not Into Fancy Stuff MC Lucio x Young MC Feels Washed Up Lucio x Sweet and Spicy Teaching MC How to Swordfight (Lemonish) Lucio x Mommy Kink (Lemon) Taking Care of Plague Lucio (Angst) Lucio x Musically Inclined MC MC Teaching Lucio Magic Effectively

Valerius x MC Married to Him Pre-Plague  Valerius Soft Smutty HCs (Lemon) Dom Valerius HC’s (Lemon) Vlastomil x MC Whos insecure about Her Body Nasty Vlasty x MC (Lemon) Vulgora HC’s 

Morga NSFW HC’s (Lemon) Morga x Clumsy MC

Playlists Lucio Playlist Asra Playlist Julian Playlist Muriel Playlist

Kinktober NSFW Alphabet

31 Days of Winter Fluff Masterpost

[delusionally-loveless-by-choice]

Hi could you do something about desire where the reader stayed a sleep while morpheus was imprisoned then desire invaded the readers dream and they fell in love similar to what happened to unity in the show I’m curious to how life with desire really was while she slept

Omg thats actually a really good like idea. Im sorry ive never written for Desire but ill try my hardest to get them down! Also im going to use they/them pronouns for reader and any pronouns for Desire because im use its gender neutral and Desire its extremely gender-ambiguous (and also its implied in a way by the man himself , creator of the Sandman) ALSO IM SORRY I TRY MY BEST TO KEEP READER VERY UP TO INTERPRETATION BUT FOR THE SAKE OF PLOT I WILL BE MAKING READER A

The days had been long recently, it was getting harder to find a reason to get up in the morning.

However that’s not exactly how it felt like today.

When you awoke it felt, different and difficult to “wake up” from your sleep. It almost felt too easy! It was almost like you missed the struggle of getting up every morning, it had become habit and to stray from something done habitually felt almost like a sin.

You brushed the weird morning feeling off and went on with your day. Getting ready to go make something of your routine.

Everything seemed wonderful. This morning had been one of the best you’d had, it felt like a dream.

The sales were high at the fragrance store you work at. The boring side of your work seemed to breeze on by, and every other moment felt fun.

The day ended, which meant you’d have to lock up. On your walk home you began to feel a chill. As if someone was watching you. Taking a look at your surroundings you caught sight of no one, but did see the last of a shining gold light. Probably nothing.

Tonight you ended the day happily, but you knew life isn’t always as dreamy as today. Tomorrow your luck would run out and you’d be back to your normalcy, probably spilling coffee or breaking a glass.

And with that last thought you closed your eyes and slept.

You awoke the same, and much to your surprise the entire week felt the same . It all went according to how you wanted it, well for the most part. Life began to feel more real, less dreamy but still very much in your favor.

Today while at work, the doors bell dinged , but it sounded more like a beautiful chime. Something to make you look up, and you did.

Your eyes were rewarded by the most beautiful being you’d ever seen. Skin bright and clear of any imperfections, lips bright red and lifted into a playful one sided lazy smirk, their eyes were golden and lit up when they made contact with you.

You were left breathless, and all you were left to try and say was the ghost of “How can I help you?”

As they stepped closer to you, their smile evened out and they let out a light chuckle.

God you just knew they would have a beautiful voice.

“Why hello, I’m looking for a perfume fragrance. However I fear what I’m looking for might be a bit too, specific.”

After gathering your wide open jaw, you response “No worry! Here at this fragrance perfume shop we actually specialize in making special orders thanks to the owner having a fascination with the alchemy of it.”

After the beautiful stranger gives their descriptions of what fragrance theyre looking for they look back at you, “Your service is greatly under appreciated,” they look at your name tag and almost pur out your name. It sends shivers to your skin, even their voice was beautiful.

“Your product is expected to be ready in two weeks, however we do require you to come back for fragrance testing.” You begin to write down a “schedule” for those testing days in between the estimated time the fragrance is supposed to be finished and ready to sell to them. You slide this note to them at the counter and look back at them. “We do this for the sake of making a perfumé that is to your exact desire.” As the word left your mouth you saw a slight shift in their eyes. It was something akin to when someone calls your name.

“I look forward to those fragrance tests, till then.” Then swiftly and confidently take their leave. There was something powerful about their presence, you absolutely loved it.

After they left you were just standing in awe from this small and quite simple interaction. It wasn’t until the door bell chimed and another customer came into just wander around the already set perfumes that you were back to the now, and it was now that you realized you never got their name! You scramble for their small application they filled for their perfume, in hopes they wrote their name. It wasnt too important but it was something that was necessary for paperwork, ypu were mostly in a hurry because something inside of you wanted to know their name.

You found the paper and at the bottom it was signed.

Des.

A nickname you assumed, but it was still beautiful as them.

AHHH IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG . I DO PLAN TO MAKE ANOTHER PART AND IT WONT BE TOO MANY OARTS MAYBE ONE OR TWO MORE SO DW. Please lemme know if you liked it or any other feedback!! <3

[reidsnose]

love letters

overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom

genre: fluff fluff fluff

a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)

masterlist

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the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.

it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.

"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.

you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.

"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.

"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.

"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.

"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.

before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.

and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.

you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.

of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.

you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.

spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.

and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.

he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.

"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.

he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.

"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.

"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.

you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.

"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.

he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.

a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.

he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.

unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.

he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.

you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.

"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.

"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.

you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!

"ill help you look" you decided.

"please do," he chuckled.

"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.

"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"

his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.

you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.

you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.

is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.

you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"

with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.

dear y/n,

today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that

dear y/n,

im in love with you. too forward

dear y/n,

you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep

you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.

"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.

"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.

"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"

"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.

"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."

"youre not mad?"

"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"

"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.

"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.

he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."

you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.

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[tylindel]

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

2. Top 4 additional tags:

1) fluff

Oh absolutely I love to give hurting characters love which os probably why my second top is…

2) angst

Even if I go in planning only fluff angst in the form of panic attack or grief sneaks in. It allows for the comfort and care from loved ones. I cant commit to just angst though, there is enough sad things in the world lol.

3) song fic

This absolutely, i get most ideas while listening to a song or while thinking of a song. And their are so many good songs out there that can apply (read: Every song is thought out in fic form at some point or another in my brain lol)

4) not beta read

This less so lately. I know how horrible my grammer can be and how easy it is for me to overlook errors if i read and stare at the fic long enough. I am very thankful to have some wonderful writer friends to help me out here

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11. Partial to char pairing: yes I absolutely do. I lean towards Daminette with Jasonette a close second when I’m writing. Reading wise I’m equal opportunity.

As for why, well I think it stems from my love of seeing the bad boy/angry boy softening for sunshine/sweet girl. I love bringing a character with trauma or insecurities together with a partner who will see that and do their best to support and soothe them. All while making sure they feel seen and loved beyond imagine.

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14. Tropes only read if friend writes:

Hmm probably gender swaps. Nothing really against it It just does not typically bring me joy *shrug*

Only otherthing i avoid reading unless its by a friend or im in a special mood is true Main Character Death, meaning they dont come back through magic or something.

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16. An AU id love to or have read:

Royalty is always fun, as is fairy tale in that same thread. Vampire is always a reoccurring au/theme I come back to as well. Though i have yet to write a fanfic au with it.

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26. Only dialog or no dialog?

This ones tough I think no dialog would be easier as you can get what they talk about through descriptions of actions. Although you could set a scene with just dialog….hmm yeah, no dialog for me I struggle with convos in my fics generally.

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31. Ideal fic length:

When I am writing if I do not get to at least 2k words I feel the need to go back and add more. Whether that is more involved descriptions or a new scene depends on if there are any gaps to take advantage of.

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41. Link of fic that made me think, “wow I want to write like that!”

I love Izzy’s use of multiple perspectives without much if any overlap in each part. The action is described beautifully and I love the convos and relationships with each batkid.

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45. Something ive improved on since I started writing.

Hmm I think I’ve improved on my ability to create plot and cut down on my run on sentences

[hivequest]

Taking a Risk » Mallek Adalov/Reader

Wordcount: 2.3k words

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, stressed out reader, chillboy Mallek. TYping quirk only used when texting cause I could not be bothered lmao Originally posted on AO3

A/N: One of my favorite things that I’ve written, ever. I love Mallek and he’s for sure one of my favorite Friendsim characters. When I wrote this I was really feeling those Quarantine Woes

You didn't know what you were doing here. You felt out of place in the worst possible ways. It was a weird, squidgy feeling like stepping on wet grass. But not like the fun kind where you were running around in a sprinkler on a hot-as-balls summer day. No, this was the bad kind of wet grass that you stepped on without knowing it was wet. Why weren't you wearing shoes?

This analogy is stupid. The point is, you're feeling bummed out.

And what better way to not have to deal with that than hang out with someone you knew wouldn't push you into talking about all the ways crashing on this planet sucked! The point is, you're on your way to see Mallek. Mallek is absolutely the kind of friend who can tell when you just need to sit down and veg out. You had been so caught up in everyone else's bullshit that you weren't looking after your own damn self. So now you were doing that.

All it took was a quick text, asking Mallek if he had any company. He texted back only a moment later with a no, obviously not. You asked him if he wanted any. Not really. You ask him if you can come over anyway. Obviously.

You smiled at the palmhusk in your, well, palm. You could already feel the chill vibes of your hacker friend. Friend? Was that the right word for it? You didn't know anymore. When you first met there were definitely some sparks there. You could still feel them now and it made weird butterflies flutter around in your stomach. When you slapped his phone out of his hand and he sent you ass over applecart into the slimy depths of sewer water and he saved you, tits out and all.

You shook off the weird wistful feeling of maybe possibly crossing the friendship barrier and told him you'd walk to his hive. You'd been moping in some bookhive, not your usual hang-out spot with Tagora or Tyzias. This was some upper caste bookhive with purple bloods and some indigos and definitely not where you were welcome if the looks you were getting were any indication. They ranged from snooty to downright murderous. Yeesh.

Your phone -palmhusk, stupid troll names- beeped again. You got another text from him and those cheery fucking butterflies were back. God, you had it bad.

yeah were not doing that lmao;

im not going to let my robobuddy walk out in the sun

do you even know what time of day it =

just stay put ive already got your location ill pick you up;

And like a good little friendsimp. You park your ass on a chair and wait. You hadn't released your moping had taken up most of the night. But with the quick look around, yeah, no, this place was nearly empty by now. Just some older bluebloods trying to cram before their Ordeals and get shipped off-planet. Again: Yeesh.

You kept your ears open for the telltale sound of Mallek's limo. It was a sound you were getting used to these days. He always seemed ready to drop whatever coding shit he was working on to come to see you. You tried not to think too hard on what that might mean. No need to get your hopes up now. It's probably just your bad mood making you imagine some context where there's nothing. Yeah.

Damn, that shit hurted.

Just as you were about to add that to the reasons you were considering just screaming your lungs out who cares whose listening? you heard the wonderfully familiar sound of an approaching elongated scuttlebuggy. If that wasn't enough of a clue as to who the ride was for the quiet of the bookhive was very abruptly disturbed by a series of rhythmic beeps.

Holy shit was that the Tetris theme?

You shoved your palmhusk into your hoodie pocket and yanked the hood over your head. Even if the sun was only out a little bit you didn't want it anywhere near your freshly healed skin. You had no kind cowgirl to nurse you back to health right now if you got your asscheeks baked by the flaming death orb. You peeked your head out and even with the blinding light of Alternia's suns you could Mallek had opened the door and was waiting for you.

Aw. No, shit. You're in a bad mood don't get all heart eyes at him. Don't make it weird.

You took a few steps back into the bookhive, ready to make a run for it. You turn to a sitting indigoblood, who is just staring at you disdainfully for keeping the door open. You give her a two-fingered salute. Godspeed young cosmonaut. She gives you a one-fingered salute. Close the door you insufferable bulgebiter. Fair.

Taking a running start, you book it out into the heat of the Alternian sun and dive for the open car door. It's then that you realize he's halfway parked on the sidewalk to lessen the amount of time you'd have to spend in the sun. Aw. That also means that you came barreling like a cannonball at something that was like two feet out of the door. FUck.

Your face meets carpet and you can already feel the rugburn starting to set in. You hear a startled wheezy laugh from above you, a sound you know better than anyone else on this planet. You smile. It's not like you had any dignity to begin with.

You say hello to him as you peel yourself off of the floor of his car.

"Hey, there robobuddy. You stuck the landing this time," He smiles down at you as he reaches over you to shut the door, closing the space out from natural light and leaving you both lit by his colorful LEDs. You shrug and tell him you've been getting a lot of practice landing on your face these days. The look he gives you is still smiling but there's some level of disbelief at the dumbassery that is your whole existence.

"I know you can get yourself into it. Nothing too bad this time, though, right? No drones or broken bones?" He sounds concerned which is nice but he doesn't drown you with his concern. He leans back on the bench of his limo, keeping an eye on you as the vehicle begins to move on its own. You've been staying out of big messes but the little messes are starting to mess with you. He makes a sound of understanding the sounds as it comes from deep in his chest. Whoa. "Believe me, I've been there. Glad you're not cracking under it though."

He smiles and you can see his little fang and you can feel your heart melt a little. And also you're getting a bit teary-eyed and now Mallek looks alarmed. Shit. You try to quickly explain that you're fine, just, alien allergies am I right? He must be using some new air freshener to mask the musty smell of his limo. Since doesn't use it enough. Ha ha?

He isn't buying it.

With a rare show of cerulean prowess, he lifts you up off of the shitty car rug and sets you on the seat beside him. He feels uncomfortable and you can tell. Ah, goddammit you made it weird. You didn't mean to. Fuck. Fuck now you're feeling even worse. You thought you were starting to balance out. You're with Mallek now, shouldn't everything start to quiet down like it always does? Fuck. He doesn't say anything at first, just leans back against the seat and stretches his arms across it, letting you lean on him if you choose to.

...You choose to.

Your head finds itself somewhere between his shoulder and his collarbone, and you just. Shove your face there. Then scream.

To his credit, Mallek doesn't even flinch. He doesn't wince or shy away from you as you let out every bit of anger, sadness, and frustration out against his sweater. He just sits quietly, staring straight at the blacked-out windshield. You get the feeling he's needed to do this more than once.

Screw this planet. Screw everything about it that makes all of your friends suffer. Why can't you just get them away from all this bullshit?! Why do you have to deal with everyone's bullshit! You love them, you do but holy fuck they're looking to you like you can undo all the damage this place has done to them when you've got literally no god damn idea what's happening at any point ever!

And then, just like that, it fades into the background. Your throat hurts. Your head hurts and you think you might be crying. But it feels lighter. Better now that you've gotten some of that aggression out. You aren't like the trolls on Alternia. You can't kill people when you experience an Emotion™. But that doesn't mean you don't get pent up with rage.

Mallek realizes that now. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and his left hand slowly moves down from the back of the seat the rest against your back. His thumb brushes against your back, the claw drawing little patterns against the fabric of your sweater. His sweater. He tries not to think his sign your chest. This isn't the time.

"Feeling any better?" He asks and you don't know how to answer. You kinda don't want to. But you nod anyways, and you feel some tension leave his body. You knew he was worried about you. You apologize for making him witness your meltdown but he just makes another deep-chested hum. "Nothing to apologize for. I got the feeling you weren't feeling great. I could tell from the texts, you didn't use nearly enough ugly emojis."

You scoff and smack a hand against his chest and once again you hear that wonderful laugh from him. Hey! Your purrbeast emojis are adorable, thank you very much! And you'll not hear another word of it or else you'll send him pictures of rocks and rocks exclusively. No more memes.

"Jokes on you I'm into that shit." You laugh and thump your head against his collarbone. You thank him for being with you when were needed it. And picking you up to make sure you didn't deal with it alone. You don't want to make it weird but...yeah.

He doesn't respond this time, just letting you both enjoy the silence and the comforting sound of the engine. You should almost be at Mallek's apartment by now. It's as you're settling in for the last bit of the drive that you notice that the limo isn't moving. And hasn't been for a while. Your head pops up in confusion and the little GPS display on the back of one of the seats says... yep.

You're already at Mallek's.

But then why is the engine still on? That can't be good for the environment. Do these things even run on gas or is it bugs? Bug gas? Gross.

You notice then that the rumbling is coming from behind you. Like. From where Mallek is sitting. He doesn't look away when you turn to him, just kind of tilting his head to the side with a little bit of a cerulean hue to his cheeks. Oh. Oh, the sound is coming from him. He's purring. That's.

That's adorable.

You feel yourself soften even more when he lifts his arms, silently offering a hug if you want it. Is this platonic? Is this more? You've never had too much trouble identifying what people wanted from you. (Debatable.) If was overtly flushed you could shut it down or divert it to something very much friends only. (Like your every exchange with Zebruh.) But did you even want to do that to your hackerman? You could feel yourself screaming, no, absolutely not. But at the same time, you didn't want things to change. You didn't want to make his issues any worse than they already were. He didn't have too much longer on the planet and you knew it would tear him apart.

But then he turned those blue eyes to you. He looked just as unsure as you were but he was willing to take the risk. He shoved himself so far out of his comfort zone for you and was asking you to be selfish. To want something for yourself and do something for yourself. Not put him or anyone else's wants first. Just your own. And so you did.

You crawled up into his lap, pressed yourself as close to him as you could and clung to him. His arms didn't hesitate to wrap around you and you could feel a shuddering breath from above you.

"We don't have to put a label on this... not yet. Or ever. Either way is chill with me. I just... yeah." He gave up with a little shrug of his shoulders but you knew what he meant. Unless you could find a way to fight fate he was going to go off-world. He was going to leave you and you doubted you'd be able to go with him. You'd probably get gored by a drone for even trying.

But even if it was just for now, just for a moment, you were going to take it. You were going to let yourself have something, have someone who would care for you no matter how long or short your time was. You'd take it. You had stomached some of the most horrible things on this planet but Mallek had always been a constant. And you got the feeling he thought the same way about you.

So, you'd take it. Whatever comes next, you'd take it. You listened to the sound of his purring, in no hurry to move to get inside the apartment. Mallek felt the same.

You exhaled.

You would be okay.

[cunningambitousdetermined]

i need a plot for this

yall so ive been trying really hard to get back into writing and i went to a writing camp this summer. im going to post a poem that i wrote there later bc im super proud of it but right now i have something else i need help with. SO basically there was a prompt about someone finding a letter or a note. that’s the prompt. so i wrote something, really liked it BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO TAKE IT FROM HERE. my basic ideas involve the two characters meeting each other again to do SOMETHING WHICH I DONT KNOW and slowly arcane (youll see when you read the story below) thaws and falls in love with kalon and kalon has always been in love with her and its like best friends to enemies to friends to lovers ya know? ANYWAY if you dont hate me for being inactive and needy, please read this and help me. 

Dear Arcane,

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? 10 years. Wow. I don’t even know if you’ll ever get this, you could’ve moved. You could be dead. Oh god, that’s dark. You’re not dead, someone would’ve told me, I’m sure. So that must mean that there’s a good chance you have this, but I’m not even sure if you’ll read it.

He was right, as he most often was. Arcane had not planned to read the letter from the moment she read her name on the envelope, written in a neat sort of messy handwriting that could only come from one person. The letter had been sitting at her desk for a week before memories began to drown her and she knew she had to open it.

That’s not the point though, I’m sure you’ll read this. You’ve always been a sucker for the intimacy of written letters. Maybe that’s why I wrote to you instead of calling.

Arcane closed her eyes, the pounding of the memories at the door slowly consuming her. She took a deep breath and let them in. The whispers started to fill the room, every word echoing off the walls, like her past had become a living, breathing thing in her room. How could he write her now? After all these years. Anger reared it's small head in the back of her mind. How could he be so casual as if he wasn't the boy who ripped her heart out and tore it to pieces. 

Maybe it’s because I did read all the letters you wrote to me. Even after the voicemails stopped filling my phone and the emails ran dry, your letters kept coming.

She remembers writing those letters, the pen shaking in her hand as it hit the paper. She remembers wondering what you said to someone like him, a friend who left you behind. The squeeze in her chest that tightened each time he didn’t reply. The break in her heart when the last letter she ever wrote was returned to her doorstep.

If you’ve read this far without tearing my letter to pieces, then I would say this is a good start to our reunion. I’ve missed you. Your stubborn ways, always trying to keep me safe. But you always came with me wherever I went anyway. I miss your secret smile, the one you saved just for me. The treehouse we built in your yard. Do you miss that? I wonder if you wonder about me. I wonder if I can even ask that of you.

She did miss them. But, those things that she missed were long gone. The treehouse was overgrown with vines, Arcane was sure you couldn’t even get into it anymore. She went with him on his stupid adventures because what would she do if he left and met new people? He would leave her and she would be alone. So she desperately followed him blindly, hoping it would keep him close. Arcane missed her secret smile, the genuine one she had always saved for him. He missed it. How could he miss something that he destroyed. With his one and only letter to her, he demolished any leftover love for him that hid in her heart. He couldn’t ask if Arcane wondered about him. That wasn’t fair. That night, ten years ago, was still a raw wound in her soul that she was pretty sure would never heal.

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The rain was relentless that night, banging against every edge of the house, but a little girl was waiting by the door, not even flinching as the lightning and thunder clapped furiously. Arcane peeked her head above the window frame to find the mailman running through the storm, his frantic steps pounding through the floor of the house. Her eyes lit up with a hope that was slowly fading with each mail drop. She opened the door and hid the small smile that started to spread up her face with a cough.

“Hi, Dan!” Arcane’s voice gave away the excitement that was flooding her system.

“Hey, Arcane.” Dan couldn’t help the pitiful grin that he gave her. She waited by the door for him every day and each day there was no letter for her. It must be soul-crushing, he thought, waiting for a letter that never comes.

“Is there…?” Arcane was practically on her tiptoes at this point. Dan rifled through the letters, dread settling as her name wasn’t there. Again. And then there was a squeal. “Oh, Dan! I found it! I knew- I knew it- I told them!” Her sentences didn’t even come out fully as she beamed, her smile brighter than any ray of the sun.

Arcane had run into the house, a breeze following in her wake. Plopping down into the soft plush couch, she ripped open the envelope, not caring about the paper that flew everywhere in the room. A paper fluttered out, floating toward the ground. Arcane grabbed it, hands shaking, she could practically feel the sweat dripping down her face. Words were the easiest way to break someone. The letter only contained eleven words, yet they would stick with her for the rest of her life.

Stop writing me. None of it was real. You were nothing.

Eleven words. And they shattered her. Crumbling, shattering, a million pieces breaking. Sobs racked through her whole body, her chest shaking and trembling with each broken breath. She caught her face in the mirror hanging off the pale wall and didn’t recognize the girl that stared back. You were nothing. A scream tore through her, the ache of her heart so raw that even the sun seemed to cry, rain dripping onto the panes of the windows. And slowly, so very slowly, Arcane buried the ache and gathered the shattered pieces of her heart and encased them in an impenetrable cage, never to opened again.

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The ache was still present now, ten years after the letter had arrived. The dullness of her buried hurt made her clench her fists around the letter that sat in her hand now, the same lopsided handwriting adorning it.

But, that’s not why I’m writing this letter. I’m writing this with an actual purpose, if you can imagine that. I didn't just write to rehash our friendship. 

Arcane could feel her eyes narrowing, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the inanimate piece of paper. An actual purpose? To break her heart all over again? This time she did roll her eyes, even though no one was there to see it. But, it wasn’t the fact that he wrote her after all these years or that his tone was friendly throughout that made her body freeze. It was the last line that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention.

In all the years that Arcane had known him, he'd never been very dependent. He often just struggled in silence and figured them out on his own. Not once, not ever, had has asked for help. But, there the sentence was inked in his slanted, loopy writing. 

I need your help.

Love,

Kalon

  ~~everything below here is stuff that doesnt have to be a part of the story but i still liked it and where it was going (idk please give me ideas)~~

The quiet, shock of the room seemed to weigh on Arcane. She flopped back onto her bed, the soft pillows cushioning her landing. I need your help. Those few, simple words, tugged at the strings that bound her heart. He needed her. The thought was fleeting as just as quickly as it came, it left. In its spot was anger. Now he needed her? After all those years when she needed him? What did he do then? Nothing. And that’s what she was going to do now. She huffed in satisfaction, tossing the envelope to the side. Her fingers reached into her hair, massaging her head. There were too many things to think about right now. Arcane squeezed her eyes shut as memories stung her eyes in the form of tears. 

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“Please, don’t leave me.” Arcane had whispered, her small breaths filling the one room of the treehouse. 

“I don’t have a choice. You know I don’t want to go.” Kalon’s voice broke and he looked away so Arcane couldn’t see the tears in his eyes. It was silent. 

“We’ll still be best friends right?” 

“Yeah.” Kalon’s reply didn’t hold much conviction, causing Arcane to look over at him, confused, glossy eyes narrowing. 

“To the moon and back, Kal, remember?” She said, her tone desperate. It was a promise they made one night as they were watching some cheesy movie on the old television set. The boy had told the girl that he loved her too ‘the moon and back’. Kalon had then explained that the two characters said that so that they would never be apart. They could meet at the same moon, always and then they could go back. And then, they would never be fully apart. Arcane had liked that. So naturally,  she had grabbed Kal’s face and made him promise that they would go ‘to the moon and back’ if they were ever apart. It became a goodbye for them, a way of saying ‘I’ll see you soon’. 

“Yeah,” Kal had replied, a smile barely curling through his lips, “I’ll race ya there.”

~

She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, letting her memories flow down her cheeks and into the bedsheets, but eventually she had to get up. She pulled herself up and off the bed, limbs protesting at the use. She just needed a few days is all, then she wouldn’t even remember what she was crying for.  Kalon didn’t mean anything to her anymore.

thank you for reading this far, i love all of you. just throw out ideas please. or give me some advice, i would love that. whether its about my writing or the plot i would love to have tips and constructive criticism on how to get better! tagging some moots who i hope dont hate me after this below the cut:

@natashxromanovf @pad-foots @griffxnnage @voidmalfoy @flxss-bxbblxs @alwaysreading @herondalesunsetcurve THANKS YALL I LOVE YOU MORE THEN I EXPRESS AND I DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT DESERVE ALL OF YOU AND YOUR LOVE

[melforbes]

seaglass blue annotations

hello! i just posted the last chapter and thought i’d put together some ~fun context~ for that fic. it got way way more attention than i ever expected and for something i feel i didn’t put that much effort into i think i did in the end put a lot of effort into it so i might as well talk about it and answer some potential questions.

my favorite book of all time is the sunlit night by rebecca dinerstein (yes, that one) and something i find really compelling about that book is how sparing the prose is, forcing the reader to fill in certain gaps, and i think having to fill in those gaps makes the book a really acquired taste with which either you love it or hate it and there’s not really an in-between

i also really adore how in that book the natural world backdrop comes to life, something i find really challenging to write. recently i even read into thin air, the book about the 1996 mount everest disaster, and even though the writing was superb, i still had to google what the hillary step was because i couldn’t picture it on my own. i don’t know how people write nature because to me it feels damn near impossible, but this sparing approach really worked, so i thought i might try it out. i tend to be longwinded (gestures vaguely at this post) and wanted to have certain parts of this be a lot smaller and more contained without negating impact. whether or not i made it work is anyone’s guess. definitely not my normal style, so to speak

based on the comments i’ve received i think this might be everyone’s favorite part. in my mind age of consent by new order was playing in the background. in pretty much every fic i have a scene like this one and all of them are based on the poem first base gold by rh*annon mcg*vin from her book branches (censored because she has a tumblr and i don’t want her seeing this haha)

i absolutely can’t do the poem justice by describing what it’s about, but the simplest, most basic interpretation of the poem is that there is no better place to kiss than right here, right now, because of the past. i really like that imagery and tend to use it a lot. she as a writer has been a big inspiration for me and if you’ve read my fic true minds i should add that the nonfiction inspiration for that was directly as a result of one of her youtube videos. i particularly love how the last paragraph (stanza? im not a poet) is one big run-on sentence that’s jovial and tongue-in-cheek and colloquial and straightforward. it feels triumphant in a quiet way to me and i love how it’s done. obviously my attempts at something similar are nowhere near as insightful, but still, the most basic image of this is that there is no better place to kiss, and that’s how i felt about the two of them finding pudding in the supermarket

this part is autobiographical; while writing this last year, i went through six months of intravenous drug treatment, a month and a half of which involved long days of doctor visits on every weekday. when you’re on stuff like that for a long time you end up with a central line for better access (potential plot hole in all of this: scully never had one) but for a month and a half i got poked almost every day and strangely enough it got harder over time. the first couple you never feel, but a week or two later you start flinching, and if the needle goes in the same vein each time, it hurts the more it gets prodded. i reached a point toward the end of the in-office visits in which i would bleed a lot every time i got poked, and i can’t watch anything like that happen to me so i was looking away each time, and when i felt that the nurse was done, i would look back over, and sometimes i would be looking down at a pool of blood that i hadn’t expected to see. it’s weird, you don’t actually feel yourself bleeding, i would’ve expected a hot bloody feeling but instead it felt like nothing. and when i say a pool i mean that it would drip down beneath my elbow, stain the sheet they’d put underneath, and i wouldn’t get all of it off until i showered. i didn’t necessarily find it scary, but it was surreal and kind of pulled me out of normalizing the experience i was having. for a very long time needing iv drugs was my greatest fear and i was surrounded by that then and fine, and then, there was blood all over my arm, and like, haha, this is actually not fine. you’d think something else would’ve been scarier, but it wasn’t. and now looking back at this paragraph i wish i’d edited it differently but hey that’s life

i’d never really understood the purpose of religion as a self-driven part of life until i took anatomy in college. i was raised catholic and though culturally i understand having a religion and being raised with one, i’ve never really reached for religion when i wanted answers, and i haven’t personally understood why that’s someone’s first option. and i know there’s been plenty of commentary on the hypocrisy of dana scully as a catholic who believes in science, yada yada yada, i think everyone has read all of that by now. but what struck me while learning anatomy is that there is a kind of neuron we don’t know the function of. there are four kinds of neurons, and one of them is still a mystery to us. and then, there’s all of these different parts of human bodies that exist in a certain perfect way, but why do they exist like that? to support life, yes, but why is it that we can make comparisons? why were irises not the same color? and we name valves of the heart after religious figures. we are so hell-bent on meaning that something literal will never be enough. and all of that made me think that dana scully has god to fill in what science won’t answer, at least not yet. and there’s definitely a bigger conversation about science as denial of indigenous cultures that i am nowhere near qualified to start. after taking those classes, i think i would be more shocked if she wasn’t religious. you can ignore pretty much all of the paragraph above but it was important to me that at some point in this fic she willingly conceded that she didn’t know what would happen and that she didn’t have answers. with illness, there is no logic, there’s no thinking your way out of it, and i think that would plague her for a long time. to me, she only would accept her death when she could say she had no idea what would happen, she has no answers, there’s nothing filling in her gaps anymore, and she’s comfortable with that. and i put all of that in a paragraph about my thoughts on god because it made sense to me. there are times that just feel like you’re in a movie and there’s no one else you can say caused them. it’s not enough to build belief on but it’s enough to bring a certain kind of wonder. also one time my parents insisted on watching stripes because it was so funny and when watching it none of us found it funny at all and my parents grimaced and were like what were we on that made that good back in the day so that’s in here now haha

and now, the biggest question: does she die at the end? when i came up with the idea for this fic, i knew the beginning and ending but not the middle, and i posted this as a smaller project (ie: chapters below 3,000 words) while illness made my bigger projects harder to work on and essentially flew by the seat of my pants the whole time. i wrote the last line a long long time ago and have always seen the ending as written as the concrete ending. when i started writing this, i never intended for there to be a definitive answer to whether or not she dies. i like premature endings (the ending of girls burn brighter comes to mind) and i think that this works better without saying whether or not she lives. and i also have a hard time with giving a definitive answer because this fic very much is about death and having her die would, of course, be traumatic, but showing her living instead i think ruins any takeaways people could have. i’ve never had cancer but as a chronically ill person i think i can speak to how you never actually win with illness; the best you can do is tie, and sometimes, no matter how much effort you put in, you “lose” anyway, you lose spectacularly, and all of your effort was for nothing. i wholeheartedly believe that humans can’t emotionally or logically process natural disasters or illness, hence why much of the talk about illness in this is from mulder’s perspective as he experiences her terminal illness secondhand; that way, he doesn’t need to (but still likely will) find logic or reason or meaning for death from a terminal illness, so his discoveries and his coping mechanisms aren’t as urgently needed. had i written a chapter that describes how she lives, i think that the discussion of death in this would be voided altogether. and i also don’t believe the ending would be much different whether she lives or dies; there’s still the need for death acceptance and talking about dying, whether or not she lives, and none of the story in this fic would have happened had the characters known she would live. the whole point is not knowing.

for a little while i toyed with writing an unofficial sequel of sorts in which i spelled out what i think happens after the ending, but after realizing that that would end up being longer than the original fic and would also have some massive plot holes, i decided against it. i do have my own version and i don’t want to share that version because i never really intended for my version to be some kind of genuine sequel in which every question gets answered and everything is wrapped up and happy ever after and whatnot. it was just where my brain wandered in the same way it wanders when i watch an open-ended movie. all of that to say, if you think she lives, then she lives. if you think she dies, then she dies. it’s your decision. i’d much rather you choose than me. i never marked this as “major character” death on ao3 because, well, she doesn’t die in this fic. whether or not she dies after the fic ends, that’s for you to decide. 

thank you for taking the time to read my writing. i never expected this to blow up (it blew up for me at least, for a while it was my most popular fic ever, with i think thousands more hits than anything else i’d written) and the response has been mind-boggling and wonderful. i don’t respond to comments often because it makes me feel like a pompous jerk (”thank you for enjoying this! i, too, enjoy this thing i have written! oh ho ho!” is how it sounds to me in my head, whereas when other writers respond to comments to me it just looks like thanks man have a good day, feel free to call me a weenie) but i’ve appreciated all of them very much. THANK YOU! i hope your new year is a Whole Lot Less Shit than 2020. i don’t plan on writing more msr because i don’t really have any ideas for them. thank you for making my last time special <3

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Discord pt 36

[Date: 22/02, 06:52 AM - 07:29 AM GMT]

[Direct continuation of pt 35]

fetch: “so. let me see if I have this straight.

i was talking to crown about... something. i dont remember what. crown turns me into a court member. Knight? Knight.”

fetch: “knight does. things. I don’t remember anything I supposedly did as knight but it feels like I’ve run a marathon and this migraine is awful and this nosebleed is the worst”

fetch: “and then all of a sudden I wake up and I don’t know where i am and i don’t know why I’m here and I don’t remember where I’ve been or what I did I don’t remember”

Little-K1ng: “ yeah uh .. . .. .the taxidermy .... haha remember the opossum?? you kinda. brougth that up..”

fetch: “taxidermy right you do that don’t you”

[Redacted]: “fetch if you don’t know where you are you might want to leave crown might be near”

fetch: “no i need to remember. this is important it needs to be written down.”

[People express concern]

fetch: “obviously i’ll be careful. this is me we’re talking about.”

fetch: “I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE I AM. I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE. its fucking freezing.”

fetch: “no lights. phone’s at 56% i don’t want to waste battery by using flashlight. can only hear crickets and night animals”

fetch: “there’s a break in the foliage leading up to where I woke up. I might follow the trail. I had to have come from somewhere”

[People tell them to be careful]

fetch: “of course. watchdogs are always alert.”

jayyyyyyyy: “how did you get stuck in the damn woods--”

fetch: “wish i fuckin knew buddy”

fetch: “ugh my tail.

almost hurts worse than my head.”

fetch: “who the fuck bound it in a straight position it literally couldn’t move”

fetch: “i read the notes. knight sad he doesn’t have a tail. it was probably crown. sick fuck.

i am focusing”

fetch: “its so fucking cold.

editor wilbur irl I guess”

[People tell them to save battery]

fetch: “oh yeah i always have power saving on

a full battery can last all day”

[moon: “make sure to stay quiet and not leave a trail of blood too”]

fetch: “the nosebleed isnt that bad but its all over my shirt and tie and hands and face and hair at this rate I can dye my ears back with my blood lmao”

fetch: “i have nothing to stop the blood anyway”

[People suggest ripping off a part of clothing]

fetch: “I dunno the nosebleed is really uncanny. its only coming from the left side of my nose. reminds me of a nightmare I had a while ago. before all this crown stuff.

[Warning on next picture for talk of gore]

fetch: “i dont remember much of the nightmare. it was a couple weeks/months ago and my memory isn't the best. it gets nasty so I can spoiler it. but I rememeber that I was pulling my brain out of my nose. and part of it got stuck and every time I pulled it set my head on fire. I woke up and the rest of the day my nose hurt.”

emuhlee: “the brain part could have a bit to do with brainwashing? have you found anything by going back to where you came from?”

fetch: “it was just a nightmare. and it was before I found out about crown.”

fetch: “ive found a bit of a more worn trail. im just gonna follow it and pray.”

[People tell them to stay safe and with them good luck]

fetch: “a dog always finds his way back home right?”

jayyyyyyyy: i dont wanna hear ab dogs ever again in this server jesus /ic

fetch: “oh come on we aren’t that bad /lh”

fetch: “i mean I saw that knight was scared of dogs. I used to as well when I was a kid.”

kate: “..hm nah that’s a dumb idea sorry”

Ethan: “what’s your idea?”

fetch: “yeah whats up”

kate: “So what I had a thinky thought about, and this could be stupid because we've only gotten one thing, but Fetch just said that he was scared of dogs as a kid. I'm wondering if this... brainwashing more or less reverts you back a certain number of years? Like if you were scared of something as a kid, but now you're older and got brought into the Court, would you be scared of the same things you were scared of when you were younger? I have no basis for this idea because we've only gotten Fetch back, but if we somehow managed to get Pa- Max back, we could see if it lines up.”

fetch: “hm.

pretty plausible, maybe”

fetch: “or i guess i was just easier to appreciate as a younger kid. crown wants us to be happy. i definitely used to be happier”

wilboo soot: “Fetch? You’re back, as Fetch?”

fetch: “yeah hi boo”

wilboo soot: “MY ADMIN IS BACK”

fetch: “YEAH YR ADMIN IS BACK :D RETURN OF THE KING”

[People theorize more on Crown reverting people to how they were younger]

fetch: “I think crown just takes the mentality thats easiest to be happy. for me it was when I was a kindergartener with no worries at all and I just watched scooby doo and blues clues and I ate dinosaur nuggets on fridays if I was good in school and we had a trampoline in the backyard and I was just. just a kid.”

wilboo soot: “That checks out yeah...

Well, guess I know that I’m completely immune from being taken now! /hj”

kate: “Mood!”

fetch: “pff

I see a wider trail now.

looks like the forest is ending.”

fetch: “residential area? I think?”

fetch: “I hear cars. busy, so it must be a main road

I see houses.”

fetch: “I think I’m in a backyard.

yeah backyard.”

fetch: “oops. sorry to whose tomatoes these are.

wait.”

fetch: “wait i know this back porch.”

Little-K1ng: “oh tomatoes ?? how healthy”

fetch: “WAIT.

MONA.”

fetch: “LOOK AT YOUR BACK DOOR RIGHT NOW”

Little-K1ng: “huh??”

fetch: “MONA HEY

BACKDOOR

BACKYARD”

fetch: “MONA MONA :D”

Little-K1ng: “KNOCKING WAIT?? HANG ON IRL KNOCKING”

fetch:  “MONA HEY

HEY HEY PSPSPSPSPS LET YOUR DOGBOY IN HES COLD”

Little-K1ng: “WHAT HELLO JDFHGJKFDHGJDHJ”

fetch: “HI HELLO SORRY FOR BEEDINY ON YOUR PORCH”

Little-K1ng:  “💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕”

fetch: “MONA HI :D”

fetch:  “❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”

Little-K1ng:  “HELL OOH YHEY HEY OH YM OGD FJHDJKHGJKDHJK JESUS THE BLOOD IS LIUKE. EVERYWHERE LMAO”

fetch:  “YEAH SORRYYY Y Y YY

INTOLD YALL IT WAS BAD

OKAY GUYS IN GONNACLEAN UP AND WARM UP AND HAVE A

SLEEPOVER LOL

ILL BE OKAY :]”

[People express concern, and tell them to stay safe]

fetch: “I care u all ! will be back to guarding the doc soon. for now I need other watchdogs to step in till I get back”

fetch: “just make sure crown or the court don’t touch it”

[Edit to the doc by fetch:]

{“Watchdog is back outside. get the fuckin squirrels out of the yard.”}

[oluka]

I really spent an hour or so scrolling through your blog because im desperate to read comic opinions and i cant seem to find the right tag to be able to find them easily :( but like hard agree on the opinions!!!! like i think if they took the whole idea of tony considering his privilege and then contrasting it with past experiences (abuse, homelessness, etc.) it could have had some potential but the way its being written its a hard no for me and this whole need to prove hes a regular dude?? (1)

like i think back to the MCU and IM3 where he went You can take away my house, all my tricks and toys. One thing you can't take away...I am Iron Man and im fairly new to comics so im not at all certain but i get the feeling that was probably inspired by at the least a sentiment from the comics??? also like even the side characters are being messed up i find it hard to believe that patsy would call him selfish for being suicidal, AND RHODEY he deserves so much better than to be shoved into an (2)

outdated kind of racist trope and god im upsetttt, sorry i didnt mean to go off in your inbox i just really got excited to talk comics, I was also wondering if you could reccomend any comics centred blogs, and good runs?? ive read some stuff like armor wars or demon in a bottle, and ive been up to date on current runs since international iron man but i really wanted some good well written runs to read if you dont mind reccomending ?

First of all, I loved to see you in my notifications, and enjoyed reading the tags in your reblogs :D

Second of all, what a lovely bunch of asks! Please come scream at me some more :)

Now, on to the actual topic of your asks: The tag that most people use to talk about current marvel comics is #wednesday spoilers , since comics come out on wednesdays and people often talk about them as they come out. I use this tag as well. It’s a bit trickier to see posts about Iron Man (2020) specifically. I tag my posts with #Iron Man (2020) by Cantwell, but you might try searching for #Cantwell or #Iron Man (2020), (don’t search for Iron Man 2020 without the parenthesises cause that’s the previous Iron Man run lol). I don’t know which tags people use apart from the wednesday spoilers one.

I completely agree about the characterisation! I’ve heard from people who know Patsy that she’s being ooc, so it seems like Cantwell is just badly writing all of them. It doesn’t really make it better, but at least Tony’s not the only who’s suffering? And, yeah, hate to see sexist and racist tropes show up. 

You’re right about the IM 3 quote. There’s a quote from a Daredevil comic that goes:  “You could drop Tony Stark naked in the middle of the desert and he'd fly out in a jet made of sand and cactus needles. It's not his stuff that gives him power. It's his brain. [... ]”

This is Tony! He’s not a rich guy! He’s a smart guy who also is rich, and there’s an important nuance right there. It feels cheap to go the “back to basics” route the way Cantwell does it because he writes Tony as if Tony cares more about his reputation and his standing than helping people. I don’t like it >:(

I don’t know a lot of comic centered blogs, and most of them are tony or stony blogs, but here’s a very short list (followers and mutuals, feel free to add to this list, don’t be afraid to promote yourself too <3):

@in-a-cave-with  @ironman-withaplan @welcomingdisaster @knightinironarmor @616s  @sineala @tonystarkisafruit @blossomsinthemist

My favourite IM runs aren’t maybe the most well-written ones, but I’d recommend Extremis and Execute:Program. If you want a lot of angst, read Civil War and the tie-ins The Confession, Civil War Casualties of War, and What If? Civil War, and the Director of Shield run.

I think a general consensus is that Iron Man vol.3 is a must-read, as well. I’ve read part of it and enjoyed it :)

You could also read Iron Age (the one where Tony travels through time), and the run where Tony gets stuck in Camelot with Victor von Doom. 

There are a lot of fun iron man comics but sadly I can’t remember more than that. 

Here are some comic rec lists and guides that other talented people on here have made: link 1 , link 2, link 3 

Hope this helps, otherwise feel free to come into my inbox once more

[argumentl]

The Freedom of Expression Ep 3 - Michelin Star related suicide.

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru, getting started with the third episode of The Freedom of Expression.

J, T: Yep.

K: Joe Yokomizu san and Tasai san are here again. So, how are we doing, after the second time?

Kami:*interrupts*

J: Ah, He's cutting in early today.

Kami: Yes, yes, yes. Im thinking a lot about my timing.

J: You're entering from every possible angle?

Kami: Yes, thats it.

K: What do you think after the first two episodes? We are on our third today, but does it seem interesting?

K: As a god, im kinda out of things to say.

J: Really?

Kami: Yep

J: You would think a god would know about all sorts of things.

Kami: I don't know all that much. *K laughs* Im studying, Im working on it.

T: Last time, the suspicion arose that he was poverty stricken, didnt it?

J: Yes, he pointed out he was a poverty stricken god.

Kami: I told you not to say that! *K laughs*

T: Sorry..

Kami: Its a problem.

K: After we finished last time, we ended up talking a lot about money, didn't we?

J: Yes, we did. *everyone laughing*

Kami: Yep, yep.

J: After the recording, Kami spoke non stop about money, didn't he? He is really attached to it..for a god. You'd think he'd be the one least interested in that, but he turns out to be the one most interested.

Kami: It wasn't that bad until then. It wasn't like that back on the radio show. It really has become a problem recently.

J: Oh now?

T: I see.

Kami: Yes, now.

K: Right, well, our third episode...

J: Yes, the title is 'Suicide resulting from Michelin stars - In the lawsuit of a former 3 star Michelin star chef, the court rules that....'

This is concerning the Michelin guide which was even popularised in a TV drama last year. In its country of origin, France, there is so much pressure, the fear of losing a star can even lead to suicide. A Chef who lost his third star even filed a lawsuit against Michelin. As for the specific story, Marc Veyrat, who runs the famous restaurant 'La Maison des Bois' in the Alps, recieved the long awaited 3 star rating in 2018. Just one year later, this dropped to a 2 star rating. Veyrat responded angrily, 'The quality of my food hasn't changed at all. Its a mistake in the inspection', and brought the case against Michelin. As well as demading the inspector's qualifications and the report to be made public, as his demotion has led to him to  falling into a state of depression, he is suing Michelin for the sum of just 1 Euro, or in yen, 120 yen. He has been telling the media of his discontent that the inspectors could not recognize the cheese Reblochon, from the Savoy region, and probably mistook it for the widely produced cheddar cheese. Nanterre courthouse in the suburbs of Paris responded, that as well as the evaluation of the inspector coming down to freedom of expression, the plaintiff did not show good enough reason that  his reputation had been marred. The famous chef was defeated, but the agony of chefs over the star rating is becoming a problem in society. By the way, simply put, the standard for the inspection, or the standard for the stars, is the food only. Not the restaurant interior, or the service. The food is assessed on the following five criteria. 1) The quality of the ingrediants. 2) The level of skill and amount of seasoning. 3) Originality. 4) Cost performance. 5) The consistency of the presented dishes on the whole. This is the same all over the world. As for the meaning of the stars, this is as follows. One star = Food that is particularly delicious within its category. Two stars = Spectacular food that is worth making a detour to have it. Three stars = Excellent food that is worth specifically traveling just to have it. The report is produced by a group consisting of the inspectors, the chief editor and all other responsible parties for the Michelin guide book. Every year they recieved around 45,000 emails and letters from thier readers, which they look through, and sometimes even do re-evaluations. ....Food!

K: Food...

J: Yep...I mean, reputation really controls which restaurants we go to.  Kaoru, what do you think?

K: Hmm, well, its an inspection isnt it?

J: Yes, its an inspection.

K: I was in Paris last year. There are loads of these aren't there? * the others laugh*

J: Well, yes. So, he didn't change anything about his food, but his rating still dropped, whats that all about?

K: Isn't it precisely because he didn't do anything new?

J: Oh, could it be that? If others are upping thier game, you will naturally drop.

K: There couldn't really be someone who mistook it for mass produced cheddar cheese.

J: You'd think, wouldn't you?

K: And then, maybe people are just different, no matter what it is. Even if its the same person..

J: Maybe they were feeling bad or something..

K: Hmm, an inspection is...Well, if it was sports or combat sport or something..the observers can easily judge the game, like..oh this one definitely won...But with music, or movies....appraisals of 'things', its different depending on the person isnt it.

J: Yes, you're right.

K: This type of guide is for people who want to expand thier knowledge, the Michelin guide ...For movies it would be the Academy Awards, and there are tv shows doing the same thing.  Its just to make things easier for people...so, in the end, it seems like it can't be helped really.

J: Well, thats it, yes. I dont know about Michelin, but Im in the position to do album reviews, so im in the place to award stars...and, its true, if its a genre you like, you just naturally like it, and are prone to jacking up the stars, but if its a genre you don't listen to, you feel unfamiliar and it takes a while to figure out whether its good or bad. So certainly, as for awarding stars.. asking people, well, im just repeating what you said Kaoru, its not objective information. You have to try and think about the aim. If the orgainisation drops a star from you it doesn't necessarily mean you are bad..

K: Its like a contest or that type of thing, you can still see who's winning the game..

J: Like 1-1, you can see whos winning in front of you, the circumstances are a little different from this though.

K: Eventually, won't it affect thier sales though?

J: I think so.

T: Don't you think diners also rely too much on this kind of guide?

K: You can check anything on your smartphone, you don't really know whats true.

J: You don't, there are these restaurant review sites where some people are paid to write good reviews, and some people are paid to write bad reviews, you know, to destroy thier rivals they will write bad stuff...So its difficult to know how far to trust that type of thing. By the way, Kaoru, do you refer to reviews in relation to food, or new music or anything like that?

K: Well, I do, yes. Guides and such...Usually, I  get information I want to know from all over the place. I ask people, like..'I want to eat this', or 'I wonder if that place is good' or something,  I ask people what they think.

T: But when you want to go to see a movie, do you ask someone who likes movies?

K: I'll read what someone has written about it, or I'll read what they've posted on social media.

J: The main thing is listening to people you can trust.

K: Yes, thats it.

J: Someone you are familiar with, or some well-informed person. Also someone you see eye to eye with.

T: Thats right.

J: If you go out for food with someone, and they say 'this is delicious', if you ask them what else they like, it will be the same kind of things that you like.

K: Really, I've never been to a two star or three star Michelin restaurant * the others laugh*.

J: Well, this internet age isn't going to end...

T: Right

J: Just how far will people trust this kind of assesment, or star rating?

T: Joe, have you ever been hassled by anyone because of this? By artists or such?

J: I havn't actually...I write what I didn't personally like, and sign my name with a star rating, then, 'this is what I think, but what do YOU think', to continue the conversation.

K: Our boss in our office, he was in a band a long time ago, and he got angry about something that was written in a magazine, so he stormed over to the magazine headquarters * the others laugh*  He might ????*1

J,T: Your boss, wow!

J: What was the magazine?

K: Oh, I don't remember..*laughing*

J: Which of them has the freedon of expression? *laughing*

K: They are both clashing with each other.

J: The moment their freedom clashed *laughs*

T: But, Ive heard that kind of story before...A hip hop artist or something, went to a magazine and tried to restrain or kidnap the editor. He took it that seriously.

J: Well, in a music magazine, if you write an article, its the same with interviews, you dont know whether the other party will see or hear it. For me, after editing, I think its good to show it to the artist once. Im only writing my ideas, and there are times where thats not the reality.

For interviews, you dont necessarily hand over the questions in advance, and if im just asking at random, the artist may feel on the spot and not be able to say what they really feel, so i think its good to show them once, to get the facts right.  With reviews too, i think showing them what i intend to write is important. But there are magazines where the boss doesnt get the content checked, 'you said it, so take responsibility', kind of thing. Thats a bit harsh, i think.

T: Well, yes. With interviews, I think its good to show the person. Protecting freedom should be kept independent.

J: Yes, yes, you are free to write what you think, but this is also keeping it real by checking if artists are holding responsibility for what they say. They decide whether they can really say that after checking it first.

K: There are times when you wish you'd used more words..

J: There are! Of course, its limited to the time and place of the interview, for example 1 hour, the time is squeezed. You have to get on with it, with little explanation..sometimes you need to supplement that.

T: Yes, you're right.

K: What do you think, Kami?

J: Kamiii?

Kami: *stifled laugh* Yes, what?

J: I don't know how to address him.

Kami: No no, don't worry about that, we are short on time.

K: Yes, our third installment is ending.

J: It felt quick today..somehow.

K: Originally, one episode was supposed to have two news items.

J: Yeah, i thought that.

K: But it didn't work that way, did it?

J: No, it didnt. What do the viewers think? Is one item enough? Or do they want two items at a faster pace?

K: If its too long, they won't be able to watch it.

J,T: Right.

T: A shorter video is better.

J: As for raising the number of views, right?

K: We talk about quite difficult stuff too, we should try to break into it as much as we can, make it interesting. Oh, and Kami, even his voice is interesting.

J: Its enough.

K: Well, that was the third installment, please tune in next time.

K, J, T: Thank you very much.

*1 I couldn't catch this. 

[gaetoeinhaler]

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭

satan x female reader fluff

words : 1.3k words

warnings : fluff, 70’s themed au

was listening to hotel California and other songs from the 90’s (most from the 70’s) and got the idea

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        waiting for the person my friend had set me up with, without my permission or consent of course, i looked amongst the white and pastel blue checkered patterns on the wall. my friend said i needed to get with someone, hook up. feel that energy of love. though, i think its because he's tired of seeing me being the only single person within our friend group.

        my friend isn't exactly that type of person that someone would see me get along with. he's more chaotic. childish. he goes by the name of diavolo, though he never specified why. all i know is that he's a mix of cuban, irish, and bit of venezuelan. while another friend of his, who's name is pretty questionable but if you ask, he just smiles and shrugs it off like its nothing. his name is barbatos. he's from the faroe islands.

        diavolo said he knew someone who was single as well and needed to get together with someone, sort of like me, but he didn't specify who it was, nor what they were like.

        leading to this silly date. a date where the person i was supposed to meet hasnt shown up. sighing, i slumped my cheek against the palm of my hand. my finger tips tapped against the table, the root beer float sitting untouched in the middle of the table, two straws in either side.

ready to get up, pay and leave, with the root beer float of course, a small ding from the bell sounded as a person walked through the door.

he was panting and had a bit of sweat dripping down his cheek, as if he came back from running a marathon. he had blonde hair with emerald colored eyes. his eyes soon met mine, a smile upon his pale features. wiping the sweat away from his forehead and cheeks, he walked his way towards my table until he stopped.

        a small blush settled upon his cheeks. "apologies if i mistake you for the wrong person, but are you (y/n)?" he asked. nodding, i watched as he sat down on the opposite side of the booth. "sorry for behind late. i had to stop on the way here."

        i nodded and flattened out the wrinkles in my dress, trying to advert my eyes from his. he was attractive, that much was certain. "what exactly did you stop for?" i asked, curious. what was it that made him late?

        his eyes stared out the window, his smile still present on his face. "there was a kitten in a alley that was wounded. i gave him to my brother, who works a veterinarian, to help. it was a small calico kitten too."

        "will he be alright?" worry evident in my voice. he nodded, his head turning to mine as his eyes pierced within mine. "i believe so. my brother's a cat person so i think the kitten will be taken good care of."

          humming lightly, i took the moment to study the emotion held within his eyes. joy. maybe because the kitten was in good hands? and interest. "ah. i apologize, i don't believe ive told you my name. i'm satan."

        "like the devil?" my eyebrows raised, a stupid smile spreading across my face. he merely shook his head. "ive been called that, but im nothing like the devil."

"ah, i see." my eyes adverted to the root beer float. "um, have you ever tried one?" i asked, pointing to the sweetened beverage on the table. he shook his head once more. "i don't believe i have. what is it?" he asked, eyes staring at the beverage. surprise and shock was written over my face before it was replaced with a smile. "its a root beer float."

leaning forward, i gently pinched the pink and white striped straw between my finger tips, before taking a small sip. the mixture of vanilla icecream that had melted into the root beer was evident on my tongue. savoring the sweet taste, i hadn't noticed that satan had grabbed ahold of the blue and white straw that was settled on his side of the sweet drink. he hummed softly before pulling away. "it has a unique taste."

"it's consisted of root beer, vanilla ice cream, and whipcream." i informed the blonde. he nodded, going in for another sip.

as i was drinking, enjoying the soda and vanilla flavoring collaged into one flavor, my eyes spotted the juke box at the other side of the restaurant, as well as what seemed like a few couples dancing to a song. interested, i looked to satan to see him enjoying the drink.

"hey, satan." i called out. "give me your hand." his attention moved from the beverage and towards me, confusion amongst his face. he settled his hand in mine, his fairly larger though warmer then mine. gently gasping ahold, as if he was fine china and could easily break, i pulled him up from the booth and towards the other side of the restaurant.

"where are we going?" he asked, his head looking left and right before seeing the jukebox and people.

"to dance, silly!" i chuckled, stopping when we got there. "do you know how to dance?" i asked. he shyly shook his head, adverting his eyes to the ground.

        "that's alright! i'll show you! its really simple." i said right before pulling the both of us in with the other couples. moving his hands to wrap around my waist, i moved step by step, his feet following mine. sometimes they stepped onto mine, and a small apology muttered out from his mouth as he does.

        he soon got the hang of it, before being able to dance without stepping on my feet. my smile widened, as i stared into his eyes. the same emotions were held within them earlier, except this time it was joy and excitement. as we danced along the floor, passing the other couples, the song started to fade out, before fading in as it started to end. letting go of my waist and instead moving his hand to my own, he lifted my arm and twirled me gently before catching my fall as i leaned more towards him.

         a small chuckle passed his lips, imploding into the air. "careful now, wouldnt want to scratch you up now." he spoke.

        the song ended, and the couples faded away from the floor. moving away from the floor near the jukebox, i held his hand firmly in mine. walking back to the table, one of the waiters came by to give the bill. paying for it and finishing our root beer float, we headed out.

        pushing the door open, he let me out first before following after me. walking down the sidewalk. he halted to a stop, causing me to stop as well. "is there something wrong satan?" i asked, turning my head to him.

        he shook his head, his hand leaving mine. "thank you for a wonderful night, (y/n). i had a lot of fun." he offered one of his soft smiles. "i'll have to thank diavolo later to practically forcing this date on me." he stepped forward, his hands reaching down and cupping my cheeks.

        despite the heat from the sun, his touch made warmth throughout my whole body. i could feel the blush creeping onto my cheeks as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over mine. leaning in, he planted his mouth against mine in a soft kiss.

        his lips were soft, and plush. his kiss soft and gentle, filled with care and joy. he pulled away, his eyes never leaving mine. "i'll be expecting a second date soon, and this time i'll be the one paying." he chuckled before retracting his hands and turning on his heel, walking down the sidewalk.

        watching his figure fade into the crowd, a smile crept amongst my cheek, my heart pulsating within my chest as my fingers lingered over my lips, missing his touch already.

        i knew then, that i loved him. that i had found my missing half.

[ya-like-space]

Running From The Rain

For two people who constantly check the weather report, you’d think they’d know not to go out when it was supposed to rain, right? At least, that’s what Yosuke thought. Souji and him had gone down to the floodplain on his day off, hoping to just spend time with each other. And maybe find a cat. Or two. Or more. That was something he’d learned about Souji. He really liked cats. So Yosuke proposed the idea of going cat hunting down at the Samegawa. He knew he’d seen some cats down there a lot, and if it gave him an excuse to hang out with Souji, why not?

 It had been about 40 minutes now, and no cats had been spotted. 

 “Man, I swear I’ve seen cats down here all the time. I don’t know what happened partner.”

 Souji turned his head to look at him from his position across the plain, where Yosuke had parked his bike.

 “It’s alright, I’m sure we’ll find some eventually.”

 Souji’s right. And Yosuke’s not here for the cats, after all.

 Then, from out of the corner of his eye, Souji sees a flicker of orange. Gasping, he grabs Yosuke’s hand and starts running.

 He wasn’t expecting this, Yosuke thinks, while being dragged along by Souji. He had to run at an angle, to avoid the umbrella swinging wildly behind Souji. From here, Yosuke can see the cat. Lying underneath one of the tables was a small tabby, watching the two as they edge ever closer. He sees Souji pull a handful of something from his pocket.

 “You brought cat treats?”

 “Of course! We’re hunting cats after all.” 

 Souji tosses one of the treats to the tabby, making a little clucking sound that he apparently thinks will attract cats to him. The tabby slowly starts padding towards him. He brings out a second treat and holds it out to it. The cat starts gently nibbling on the treat in his hand.

 “You could probably pet it now,” Yosuke says softly.

 “Mm.”

 Slowly, as to not startle the cat, Souji moves his other hand to stroke the top of it’s head. Gentle purring fills the air. Yosuke could see the affection in Souji’s eyes, the softest smile gracing his lips. From this angle,it looked as though the sun was illuminating a halo around his head. If Yosuke had thought Souji looked attractive before, that was nothing  compared to this. He could stand here and stare at him for hours. Which isn’t normal. And he knows he shouldn’t feel this way, but he allows himself this moment. To pretend. To believe that there’s a world where Souji would like him back.

 They sit there for a while, petting the tabby cat. Talking about anything and everything. Half an hour passes before they make their way back to Yosuke’s bike, promising to come back and hunt for more cats soon. (Though Souji does end up leaving the rest of his treats with the tabby.) When they���re only a short distance away from the bike, the sky starts growing darker and darker, thunder echoing around them. 

 Suddenly, rain begins pouring. Souji quickly whips out his umbrella, holding it above them as they start sprinting towards the bike. Now, Yosuke’s bike isn’t the best mode of transportation in the world, but right now, that doesn’t matter. Right now, it’s raining, and it’s raining  hard . Yosuke hops onto the seat of the bike, only to realize, there’s nowhere for Souji to sit. Or at least, that’s what he thought until Souji jumped onto the handle bars.

 “Souji! What are you doing?”

 “It doesn’t matter! Just go!”

 Trusting him, Yosuke kicks off and starts pedaling. It’s a little awkward at first, he has to crane his neck to see over Souji, but eventually they get into a rhythm. Souji’s still holding the umbrella above them while they cruise. The situation is so ridiculous that Yosuke can’t help but laugh. Soon Souji joins him, as they ride along the floodplains laughing like madmen. 

 Lifting his hand off of the handlebars, Souji points ahead of them.

 “ONWARD YOSUKE! TOWARDS THE KINGDOM OF DOJIMA!”

 Laughing even harder, Yosuke starts pedaling faster. He decides to play along with Souji.

 “We shall make in record time m’lord!”

 “Wonderful! Rain could never stop us!”

 “Of course not!”

 They make it to the Dojima household in under 10 minutes, laughing the whole time. The rain had stopped minutes after they got there, and Yosuke had pedaled home with a smile never leaving his lips.

Later that night, when he’s lying in his bed, Yosuke realizes he’s absolutely fucked. He had fallen for that Souji, and he had fallen  hard . And there was nothing he could do about it. Souji would never feel the same way. He falls asleep dreaming of cats and kissing Souji in the rain. But if he had woken up the next morning with puffy eyes and a wet pillow, well, that was no one's business.

@souyoweek2020​ Day 4 | Rain

this is definitely my favorite fic i've written yet!  it ended up simultaneously being one of the most lighthearted and angsty fics ive written. somehow i managed to write this one in a timely manner :) i think im getting mildly better at this whole "writing" thing. i really am having so much fun. 

[neverheardnothing]

rewatching joe iconis and family lincoln center performance at 4 am instead of packing or sleeping just to feel something and i have so FEW and so MANY thoughts and yall are gonna hear em all. no i will not put this under a cut. im going to be an absolute bastard about this.

i love the story joe tells about why he's singing mitb as the first song so much. like. the spite of it all. the defiance of it all. the pride of it all. the dig it or fuck off and disappear of it all. the joe iconis of it all. 

“i know exactly the song im going to sing as my first song at the american songbook series.” i love that he highlights the fact that this is the american songbook series.

then immediately jumping right into broadway here i come with molly hager, the other song he is most known for!!!

every time i think about this performance i think about how this was the first (?) time this song was performed by them since the closing of bmc.

and then lance rubin comes up to sing try again. which is the only time that i know of that anyone but joe has sung this song.

i remember a remark made during watching it live that having someone else sing the song made it seem so clearly more about joe and his career. but also having lance sing it immediately makes me think of bbh closing early which yeah is part of joe’s career but also lance’s.

and also the line “if you’re an actor and another actor gets the part you auditioned for” reminds me of how lance found the auditioning process of acting and the whole [not acting part] of an acting career to be terrible which is why he quit to then become an author and the juxtaposition of him singing try again is Something. but also he DID try again he is just applying his efforts to a different creative field and it’s working out great for him. good for lance rubin.

lol i haven’t even talked about the actual performance aspect of this song anyways it’s very different from the two versions ive seen of joe doing it. he plays it a lot more comical. i love it.

sidenote not specific about this performance, but i love love LOVE the line and the music at “use the stairs, walk to the street. see the people, feel the heat, and apply yourself again.”

and also the line “when they cast you out to sea, there’s a lifeboat manned by me called try and try again” will never not make me think of bsol/last on land and bonus lance was also in that show! it just keeps circling around.

everything about these past 3 songs performed at this venue in this set list order in this moment at joe’s career is honestly so wonderful. like you had a songs about an anxiety attack, a suicide/loss of self in success, and repeated failures before this song all sung by individuals. two of these songs were written at points where joe felt frustrated/sad with his career. one written in the aftermath of specific frustration about the first closing of be more chill. one an actual song from bmc. like what a SETLIST for your first three songs! fucking michael in the bathroom, broadway here i come, and try again. truly something.

THE WHISKEY SONG!! i love hearing joe sing so much. while i think we can all agree he’s not the most skilled singer there’s something special about hearing a composer perform their own work. he adds like 3 levels of charm to make up for lack of singing skills lol. just a very charismatic guy.

lance rubin back on tamborine for the next bit of the song and he’s like laughing through it. not completely sure what he’s laughing about honestly but this Is a comedic song (after 3 real downers of songs) and also joe was playing it up.

jared weiss down on the floor with his guitar playing along. that’s its own bullet point.

audience cheering as more family members start coming on stage! i love that the band is getting cheers. love that!!!

the camera isn’t on him but from the audio, nick blaemire is presumably running around giving high fives to people in the audience.

i can’t exactly tell with the camera angle and the lighting but i think that more family members get up from different seats in the audience or at least enter in the back and walk through the audience to get to the stage during this instrumental break. reminds me of how joe loves theater that physically touches you. giving you high fives in this case.

love liz lark brown. she plays it pretty like. frenetic and frazzled. love it.

amara, badia, danielle, will, and nick are just chillin sitting on the steps of the stage. 100% contributes to the vibe of this song. top fuckin notch.

SOMEONE screams AH during the drunk part of the song and i cannot figure out who but it gives me so much life.

jared pulling lance down to the floor with him.

jason going “man.... this place is a dump” like i LOVE the irreverence.

everyone actually getting back up and also converging On the stage during the (kind of) acapella break.

and now your whole gang is up on the stage at the fancy ass appel room singing your what sounds like a mostly upbeat fun song but is actually about self medication with alcohol and it’s a fucking jam. i love the 3 solo songs and then bringing in everyone for a big group number.

sidenote not about this specific performance: the lyrics “i’ll pour some more and then—AND THEN?—i’ll pass out and then—AND THEN!” the and thens were not on the things to ruin album and i wonder why not ALL the time. was it just deemed extraneous? or was this an innovation after the album was recorded?

i love that you can see the band singing along.

yesterdays / i can’t relate. i love this song i fucking love it. i love the synthy keyboard that was an active choice made. which means that joe is not the one accompanying jared in this song.

jared: i hate today. joe: *snorts in the background*

“i like music you can hold” -> old records black suits, susannah’s obsession with music which was of course in vinyl format back then

will once said hearing lgw was very exciting because he’s first and foremost a fan of joe’s so he was hearing a new joe song for the first time and the world got just a bit larger and i think about that quote a lot in relation to this song because i was like Oh i Get What He Means now because this is the first new joe song i heard since like getting into his work and i felt that world getting a bit bigger.

jared’s monotone chorus on top of the girls underneath is so good. it’s so fucking good i cannot.

liz lark brown velociraptor fuckin classic. specifically in this performance the weird ass electric guitar noise at “there’s a dinosaur” is SO good. i love it.

i know people say Trans Vibes from next song (jeff) but this song also gives me trans vibes. i think joe inadvertently writes stuff trans people relate to because of his propensity to write for People Who Are Different.

people cheering as will takes off his jacket hell yeah.

i am way more used to the jeremy morse version of this song and really consider it more his so it’s so fun to hear will sing it.

i love the canon of the “oh”s so much.

after will sings “i go to the window looking out and what do i see? myself just staring back at me.” and someone in the audience AUDIBLY goes “oh.” like what a MOMENT. way more subtle than when someone screamed “WHAT” at the “naked korean girl” reveal during the pipe night performance but on the same tier of Great Audience Reactions.

smooth fuckin gliss bro i love it. arms out by side. i love it.

Classic Jason Sweettooth Williams Singing Helen. but this time they added like some REAL like. oh god i have no idea how to describe it. electric crunchy electric guitar noises. and it’s so good.

i havent mentioned this yet but in the background of every song people who are not in it or are backup vocals are just sitting and jamming along and it’s so nice because me fuckin too.

honest to god just have to give a timestamp for this but bullet point for whatever the fuck eric is doing in the background here.

will and katrina circling each other singing directly into each other’s faces. so good.

the Unexpected dynamic change and following crescendo i am Living.

katrina rose dideriksen riffing up top. yes. YES.

joe starting to play helen sharp and then forgetting part of his introduction to the song is so good.

the inevitable laughter at any performance of this song at “it is not lost on me you’re all here at my show”

i know nothing about the movie death becomes her so i honestly always just think about joe when this song gets performed. also thinking about how in the youtube premiere of this song, joe was talking about how lauren was shouting out the names of all the musical theater composers joe is jealous of.

right place/wrong time. i read a bsol review a while ago about how katrina rose dideriksen was underutilized and gotta say i Agree holy Shit let her sing More.

i also remember how joe once said this song felt the most personal to him and that he cried when writing it

police siren piano.

the first time in this entire song they sing in sync is at the line “i wonder if his/her life is just like mine” and i just start screaming.

when eric and katrina turn to each other for the first time and start singing At each other!!!!!!!!!!!

honey! thinking about jen ash tep talking about how Each performance of this song gets Wilder and Wilder.

love it when nick just gets off the stage and starts singing to people in the audience. apparently one of the people was will’s mom lol.

ACAPELLA BREAK!!!!!! joe just fully gets up from piano and starts WILDLY clapping along!!!!

woman of a certain age! i remember when the live show happened the album had not come out yet and then when the yt premiere of it happened it Had been out for a week or so.

piano note elevator bell

the electric guitar is doing some fucking weird ass things in this song and i am living so fucking much for it.

the riffs badia does are so fucking incredible i immediately paused this video to go and watch her sing big fat ruby again just because i wanted more badia content.

the story behind old flame is so good and joe waiting until the last fuckin moment to give her the song is so fuckin funny.

i love love love these types of joe songs that are like 7 minute long story epics like right place/wrong time and the actress and ammonia and old flame.

“the best way to get past the past is to shoot it in the head” and then the audience cheers and i fucking love it. my commentary is getting shorter. it’s 6 am and i’m tired can you tell. i also just had a lot of thoughts about this early on and less thoughts about later on.

revolution song. the deep ass fucking electric bass is So good i Will go apeshit. like honestly that might be my favorite smaller detail of this song. like i imagine if i were in the room it might be loud and deep enough that i could feel it In my chest. like you can Feel the revolution coming.

i love the faster tempo revolution song has in the cabaret version.

i also love the cabaret specific lines of “evolution in the institution”

joey is a punk rocker was honestly not ever on the list of songs i thought would get performed here but im so glad that they did. like the obvious choice would have been veins for annie golden but they went this route. obsessed with this choice. obsessed with the fact that amphibian replaced this song as the act 2 opener. obsessed that annie is the one singing this.

i am never not screaming about wave and yall know this. just throwback to me losing it in the tags in a reblog of picture of the wave passage going on about how it really does mirror joe’s career and bmc specifically. and again this song being performed for the first (?) time since bmc closed makes the “so today on a hill in las vegas” and onward part SO fucking sad i literally just started crying. the entire song being in past tense up until that part. i will just go die now.

will in the yt premiere talking about texting the line “our energy would simply prevail” in the leadup to bmc coming back.

find the bastard. for some reason when this happened live i thought it was gonna be outlaw that was performed. 

i swear to god it is literally physically impossible for me not to AT LEAST mouth along to “what’s your name, what’s your name” during this song

NAMES ARE FOR ACCOUNTANTS.

MY NAME IS AWFUL LONG AS IT’S THE LYRICS OF THIS SONG.

the goodbye song. it’s never not sad. i love love love that this song is the final song every concert. i also love the recent lore of finding out that penny dreadfuls was the encore song at concerts before they became too long and it had to get cut.

finally gonna mention the background car lights. what a beautiful backdrop.

also since im always on my wrol bullshit i love how fucking clearly you can hear him at the end

accelerando accelerando accelerando. insert [joe iconis peaked when he wrote the accelerando in the goodbye song post of mine].

katrina singing an octave up is always SO fucking impressive i am so impressed by her voice she is so fucking good i love her so much

the bows are so fucking sweet i love them.

goodnight it’s 7 am.

[marshmallowprotection]

Well, hey, if youre willing to write for it im delighted to request it! If you dont already have an idea in mind, how about snapshots of each rfa member with the rfas unofficially/officially adopted child? Or what each would do if they needed to pick them up from school cause they got sick? I kind of love this whole idea so ive already thought up way too many ways to use it haha, but id be happy with literally anything related to the rfa communally raising a kid

I've written some little blurbs for you, nothing long but something just enough to get a taste of what it might be like. I couldn't decide on a specific kid to use so I'm just going to swap between a boy and a girl for whichever it feels right for. 

Yoosung 

"Sungie, do you always get to see so many animals?" 

"Mmm. Yeah, it's part of my studies. If I wanna be a great Vet someday, I have to learn about all kinds of animals and meet them." 

"Really cool! I wouldn't mind if I got to hang out with puppies all day." 

"Well… It's not always like that." 

"Oh, right, there must be kitties and bunnies too!" 

They always chatted like this. 

Yoosung spent the time that he did have free with everybody's favorite son. He was often one of the least busy members of the group but only during the afternoons while the others were working. They would waste a lot of time playing games that he enjoyed or LOLOL, which Yoosung liked. 

They got along really well. Yoosung had taken to him like a big brother, and while he wasn't entirely sure if he was doing it right, he enjoyed the time they spent together. 

He wasn't ever really that close with his big sister, so to have a little buddy to hang out with like this was so different!  

He wasn't the youngest person now, so a lot of the words directed towards him were now thrown to the wayside. It made him feel like he was pretty mature! 

That wasn't always the case, though. 

Video games were an easy way for them to interact and because of that he got a little too invested in them. Of course, just because he was older didn't mean that he always won those games. 

The kid took it ten times more seriously than he ever did and he had to actually try to win what they were on. He never really had that issue before without having many people to play against. But, it was like Seven had been tutoring him on how to destroy others. 

Today was no different. 

"I WIN!" he shrieked as he jumped off of the couch and thrust his hands in the air as Yoosung hung his head in defeat. 

"Looks like you win again," he laughed, though still a little embarrassed. 

Zen

She was a star, a bright shining star. 

All she wanted to do was be the one who made all the sad stuff go away, far, far away from here! It was a dream of hers to be as cool as her family was, and she thought the best way to do that would be to practice for the next party! 

She got the idea from Jaehee, cause she always said that Zen could shine so brightly that it made her feel better. 

So, who else to ask for tips then Zen? 

So, she put on her little show as best as she could for him. 

"You're doing great, keep it up out there, princess!" Zen cheered her on as she spun around in circles and circles on end, pretending to perform for the little crowd of plush toys and Zen.

He clapped as she finished up her little routine a few minutes later, with her arms stretched out wide and little chest heaving from all the little motions. 

Her eyes twinkle with such joy. It was a blessing to see her look so happy and all she ever wanted to hear was that she was getting better at this. 

She puffs out her cheeks when he doesn't say much more, "D'ya like it, Zenny? I can't show everybody else less you think s'good!" 

This little girl was an absolute darling to everybody that she came into contact with and it was no surprise given her parent, who had been the kindest soul ever to walk the face of the planet. She never caused any trouble and all she wanted to do was have a little fun every now and again. 

Zen wasn't all that great with kids, at least, he never felt like he was. He didn't exactly do a perfect job all the time, but he did try his best when he could. 

She had insisted that he sit down and watch her perform this time around. She wanted to show that she could be as dazzling as Zen was, and he would stand to agree that this little girl had a future in talent if she wanted to pursue it. 

Even if she was a little bit pitchy with her own rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. 

Zen let out a little laugh. He pressed his hand against the top of her head and ruffled her hair. "It was very good. You'll blow everybody away at the next party for sure, okay? I need to watch out. You're going to give me a run for my money." 

Jaehee

The little boy clutched at his locks, clearly frustrated with the paper of homework in front of himself. It just wasn't making any sense to him and he really wanted to just give up and quit it. 

He had been trying so hard to do it all on his own so nobody would get worried.  

That hadn't worked because Jaehee caught him looking so dejected in the corner of the café. 

There was no hiding anything from that woman. She just knew when something was wrong and wouldn't let the subject go when she started talking. 

She always got onto him. It wasn't rude or mean though! 

She was just looking out for him, he knew. It didn't change the fact it was a little embarrassing. 

Jaehee looked over his notes and instead of scolding him for the bad marks, she merely hummed and nodded her head. She pointed out some of the troubling areas for him and tapped the spots. 

"So you see, you'll need to do this first before you start doing this part of the question. You're getting ahead of yourself when you're working on these types of problems." 

He stared at the paper for a moment with pursed lips, "...Oh. I guess I didn't think about that." 

"Why don't we try some together and see where it's confusing, okay?" Jaehee smiled. 

He may have felt unsure of himself but he knew that he could trust her judgment at times like this. 

Jumin 

"You look lovely today… I see you and Elizabeth the 3rd are wearing matching bows." 

"Oh, you noticed? I tied them all by myself too!" 

"Did you? That's very crafty of you to do so, princess. Elizabeth seems positively pleasant about it. Why, may I ask, did you do it?" 

"Oh! Elizabeth and I are having a tea party today. We can't have one without looking cute n' stuff. You think my Mommy would like these?" 

"She would. That's her favorite color."

Jumin had never been sure how to act around children. He had never really been a normal child himself, and by the time he figured it out, he was already well grown into an adult. Now, he was really learning how to interact with children. 

This little girl had stolen not only his heart but the hearts of everybody she came into contact with over the past few months.

She was bubbly and sweet, never out of line, she had a penchant for cute toys and little accessories, and she liked to make her own things and play pretend. 

Most importantly, she was the only person in this world who could get CEO Jumin Han to sit in a small chair and pretend to drink tea. 

That's what he was doing right now. 

Elizabeth the 3rd was sitting on her own chair as the girl pretended to pour out some tea into her cup with a smile, "You want some more, Elizabeth? Really? Okay, more tea for the lady!"

Once she set it down she glanced over at Jumin with a big grin, "I'm glad you like it too, I tried really hard. I made some for everybody to wear! I made you a purple one!"

And if anybody thought he wouldn't wear a bow in his hair for this kid, they were wrong. 

Seven

“I did it! I think I put it together, it works, it really works!“

She always looked at the world with stars in her eyes. 

Every new experience was something great to watch happen and it didn’t matter what it was that she was doing or trying out. She always smiled and laughed. It was a great sound, and it had been such a long time since Seven had even heard anything like that. 

This little girl was equal parts smart and sweet. 

If Seven handed her something to work on, she would devour it and figure out what was wrong or what needed to be fixed within a couple of minutes. Seven let her tinker with some of his old robots. Granted, he didn’t give her anything really complex, but still, she learned fast. 

It didn’t always work out, but she never lost her big grin. 

He beamed. “Oh? So you did!  That’s impressive. Good job! Meowy 2.0 here is looking much more lively, huh?” 

She gripped onto the little bot and nodded her head. “Mhm! I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be able to figure it out, but thanks to your help, I got it.”

He couldn’t have been more proud. 

Seven didn’t know what it was like to have many older people in your life care for you like this in a way that was more domestic and typical. He never thought that he would ever have to chance to be around kids like this, but it was something that he always wanted to do. 

She had stolen his heart, though. He would do anything for the kid. 

“That’s right,” Seven nodded. ”You don’t have to do everything alone to figure stuff out. It’s actually better to ask for help when you don’t know what to do next time.” 

She was quiet for a moment and grinned. “...Yeah, about that. I was wondering, how hard would it be to add a flamethrower?” 

Nobody tell the others about that though. 

V

"Does it matter if I make my sky a different color then blue? Why does it always have to be blue? Is it wrong to do something like that? Can it only be blue…? I don't understand." 

"Well, the sky isn't just blue, you know. It can be almost any color you want it to be, it's your drawing to paint so it's your choice what it looks like. Why do you ask?" 

He hung his head, not wanting to look V in the eyes. "... Some kids told me I was stupid and wrong. I guess... I’m just not as good as you thought I was."

V frowned. He got to the boy’s level and pressed his hands against his shoulders, "Hey… that's not true at all. I love your sky, that's why we put it up on the fridge." 

He had really low self-esteem. It wasn’t something that was always remedied by the fact that he had a support system behind him. For some children, it was hard to connect with others in some capacity. 

This boy was always radiant and smiling when he was with the RFA. But, when he was alone or by himself, there were those times when the unease shined through. It wasn’t for a lack of love. Those feelings could affect anyone no matter their life or background. 

V hated to see that. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, quietly. “I would understand if you didn’t.” 

Because he was special, not only to him and the rest of the RFA but to himself as well.

“I’m sure. I would never lie to you. Now, let’s see what we can do about this problem of yours at school, okay?” 

Saeran 

Saeran was always wary of children. 

He always thought of his parents and how badly they had screwed him over as a kid, and his first fear was that he was going to do something as bad as what they did to him to somebody else. That was the last thing that he wanted to do to anyone. 

It wasn’t easy for him to build a bond with MC’s little girl, but he did try every now and again. For some reason, the girl really liked him and stuck to him like glue at every chance that she got. It was kind of hilarious to see somebody so bright and cheery reaching out for somebody as dark looking like him. 

There were times when she would talk somebody’s ear off, but she would never do that to anyone apart from the people in the RFA. She was often quite shy and anxious. With Saeran, though... she was quiet and didn’t often press him for talk and chats. 

She seemed to understand that he really wasn’t much of a guy for chatting, and they both could just hang out without worrying about anything. Today was a little different though. 

He had walked in the room that she was sitting in, and noticed that she was crying. His body stiffened, and he felt rather uncomfortable. He knew that he could have directed somebody else to the situation but at the same time, he didn’t think he could make himself do that. 

He had been in that position too many times as a kid and nobody was there for him. Against the dread in his gut, he sat down next to her and didn’t say anything at first. She was clearly looking over at him. 

“S-Saeran?” 

“...Mmm.” 

“I wasn’t... cryin’... just got dust in my eyes.” 

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want too,” he said, quietly. “I just figured you would feel better if you had some company.“

“...Thank you.”