#i wanna meet the person who edited this intro

[diettwistup]

HALF OF YOU

PAIRINGS: tashi duncan x f!oc, art donaldson x f!oc, patrick zweig x f!oc

SUMMARY: No matter how bright Tashi Duncan shined, her best friend, Milan Mikaelson, wasn’t far behind. Though seeming second best, Milan would never let that define her career. Holding as much fame as Tashi, Milan encountered Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson. Would this encounter change the trajectory of her life, and would it completely alter her relationship with Tashi Duncan?

WARNINGS: challengers spoilers, reader is milan mikaelson, sexual situations, language, angst, plot alterations.

WC: 3.9K

NOTES: hey y’all!!! so excited to be posting the first chapter of this story. manifesting my edits are all good LOL. enjoy! 💋

READ BEFORE THIS: INTRO

CHAPTER 1: INTRODUCTIONS AND EMBARRASSMENTS

US OPEN TOURNAMENT- 2006, 2:00 PM

Sitting down on the hot bleachers, I put my sunglasses on and adjusted the braids in my hair. Sucking on my teeth and brushing my fingers across the hem of my uniform skirt, I let my eyes gaze at the large crowd of people accumulating. 

Damn Tashi, you always know how to make a bang. 

Crossing my arms and softly laughing, I let my mind wander back to my match yesterday. 

I had lost to the girl who would be playing Tashi for the championship. I really don’t know if that was a good or bad thing. On one hand, I lost from a bad call when I was so close to the end. On the other hand, I wouldn’t have to battle my best friend and get absolutely decimated, as she would say. 

As I continued to lose myself in thought, two boys, blonde and brunette, moved through the growing crowd and sat in front of me. 

You’re kidding me. 

Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson—the “fire and ice” duo—had just won their doubles match, if I’m not mistaken. How could I be when their trophies were sitting right on their laps?

There's still a ton of seats open, and they choose to sit here? 

Rolling my eyes and crossing my arms, I pushed my sunglasses up, waiting for Tashi to come out. 

Staring at the door to the locker rooms, I clicked my tongue in boredom before grabbing the tournament pamphlet to look at everyone’s stats. 

“Don’t you wanna meet Tashi Duncan?” 

My ears perked at this as I put the pamphlet down and narrowed my eyes at the brunette boy. 

Whoever said eavesdropping was a bad thing…

I had to hold in my laughter as they began to talk about Tashi and how she was the entire package. Telling her this later would be the highlight of my week. 

“What about Mikaelson, you know her?” Patrick asked as he slung his arm around his companion. 

I froze at this and tilted my sunglasses down to better see the two of them. 

“Of course I know her. Have you seen her play? She’s fucking hot.” Art added with a smirk as he attempted to whisper, failing miserably. 

My face heated up at this as my eyes narrowed at the boys. 

Do they not realize the person they’re talking about is behind them? 

“Agreed,” Patrick started as he pulled his friend closer. “She’s also got a fat ass.” He laughed as Art chuckled along with him. 

Gag. 

Closing my eyes and pretending I didn’t hear that, I heard cheers and claps from around, signaling that Tashi had come out of the locker room. The chair umpire immediately began to talk about her stats and how she was the best female player in our division. 

I happily clapped as I beamed at my friend, her eyes scanning the crowd and locking with mine, a large smile playing on her features. 

“Fuck, did you see that? Tashi Duncan just smiled at us…” Patrick exclaimed in awe as he pushed Art in the chest. 

“Shit, I missed it.” Art complained before leaning back and adjusting himself in his seat.

I almost had to cover my mouth to hide the vomit that was about to let loose. 

Dumbasses. 

After a few minutes, Tashi’s match began, of course, in her favor. Everything was perfect: her serves, backhand, line receives, counterattacks, and every single step she took. 

I smirked widely as I watched Tashi decimate the bitch who, unfortunately, decimated me. 

Patrick and Art watched Tashi in awe for the first ten minutes of the match while commenting on how amazing a player she was. 

I snorted at this, wondering how long it would take to notice who was sitting behind them.

On the next serve, Tashi’s opponent hit the ball out, but the line umpire declared it as in. 

Standing up immediately, I pointed a finger and yelled at the top of my lungs. 

“What?! Come on, Tash, don’t take that shit!” 

Everyone else agreed with me as the crowd began to roar in protest of the shitty call. 

Lost in the moment, I hadn’t realized that Patrick and Art had turned around and stared at me in horror and awe. 

“Oh,” I started and took off my sunglasses. Did I yell in your ear?” I looked between them before looking back up at Tashi. 

“Fuck, you’re-“ Patrick started in a slightly panicked state before I cut him off. 

“Milan Mikaelson? Yeah, I’m guessing you two know me.” I spoke with sarcasm as I kept my eyes trained on Tashi and her opponent. 

Caught. 

“Shit, I’m real sorry for what I said, I-“ Art started before I placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him, eyes still not leaving the game.

“Don’t sweat it, was too focused on the game to give a damn.” I lied straight through my teeth as I pretended to act nonchalant. 

I could feel both of their eyes staring long and hard at my hand lingering on Art’s shoulder before I took it away to throw my hands in the air and yell as Tashi locked in another point. 

“Come on, Tash!” I yelled and clapped with the roaring crowd, boys still looking back at me. 

Sighing, I crossed my arms and looked back down at them. “Take a picture, it will last longer,” I spoke in annoyance before sitting back down and putting on my sunglasses. 

All I could hear were muffled whispers and attempts to counteract my statement before they turned back around and shared we’re fucked looks. 

Stifling my laughs, I angled my eyes back to the match. 

As Tashi continued to hit the ball effortlessly for the rest of the match, her win came almost naturally. 

Standing up and yelling, I quickly ran down the bleachers, feeling two pairs of eyes following me. I stood against the fence and clapped loudly while Tashi caught my eyes after her victory yell and smiled widely at me. 

I jumped up and down with all the fans cheering with their signs and matching t-shirts. 

Running around the court to thank everyone for coming, Tashi came over to me and grabbed my hands. 

“Tashi! I’m so proud!” I yelled and bounced on my heels, extremely happy with my friend's success. 

“My biggest fan.” She smiled and reached over to hug me before letting go and continuing to thank everyone. 

Smiling proudly at her, I pushed my braids behind my back and took off my sunglasses. Turning around, I looked back at the sea of people cheering for Tashi before my eyes landed on two figures. 

What a mystery those two are…

I smirked proudly at them as their eyes shifted between Tashi walking back to her locker room and myself standing by the fence. 

Patrick leaned over to Art and whispered something as their eyes darted between us. I could only see Patrick's smirk and Art’s growing grin at his friend's words. 

Snorting to myself, I turned around and put my sunglasses back on. 

“Fucking morons…” 

ADIDAS BRAND PARTY - 2006 8:00 PM

“Tashi!” I exclaimed as I weaved through a crowd of familiar and influential faces to ambush my best friend. 

I could see her bright smile miles away as she turned to meet me at the edge of the dancefloor, engulfing her in a hug. 

“Milan, I was wondering if you weren’t coming.” She laughed as she wrapped her arms around me and returned my hug. 

Pulling away, I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “Tashi Duncan, my best friend, thought I would miss out on this?!” I questioned as I gestured to the bustling party. "You must be crazy if you think I would miss out on anything that concerned you and your tennis career,” I snapped at her with a knowing smirk.

“I’ll have you know I was late because my mother insisted on making me change ten times.” I rolled my eyes and tilted my head to where our moms were conversing. I stuck my nose up and closed my eyes, annoyed at the memory of how nagging my mother was when getting ready for the party.

Immediately, she raised her hands in defense and raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, Miss Mikaelson, didn’t mean to assume.” She laughed before crossing her arms. 

I watched her expression change slightly as her eyes softened and lips parted. 

“I watched your match yesterday,” she said, lightly treading. “I’m sorry about the loss.” She finished and brought a hand to my shoulder, rubbing it gently with a sad smile.

Flashes of my match fluttered back into my mind as a small pit formed in my stomach. 

I shrugged this off and took up a carefree attitude, whereas my insides were screaming. 

“It was a shitty call, what can I say? That bitch had and has nothing on me.” I smirked and made sure not to falter, but secretly, the loss had internally crushed me.

Tashi laughed, brought her other hand to my shoulder, and bent down to level our eyes. “Don't worry, I decimated her for you. Plus, at Stanford, the both of us will be fucking up bitches right and left.” She shot a cocky smirk at this as I gave her one back in turn. 

Stanford. The next four years of my life with Tashi Duncan would be the ultimate dream. 

Right? 

I extended my pinky to Tashi with a slight wink. “Promise?” I bit my bottom lip and smirked at this familiar gesture between us. 

As long as I can remember, Tashi and I have made over a hundred pinky promises. Our first one involved her letting me borrow her Barbie doll while we played house and my promise to return it. Since then, it’s been a norm between us. 

I felt the confidence radiating from Tashi’s grin as she moved her right hand from my shoulder to interlock our pinkies. 

“Promise.” She repeated and swung our interlocked pinkies back and forth. 

I laughed like a child all over again before quickly raking my eyes across the entire party. As I scanned the crowd, I let go of Tashi’s pinky and leaned in to whisper. 

“Lots of important people here, I see,” I whispered as Tashi’s eyes followed mine.

“And familiar faces too…” She responded in a lower tone, angling her eyes to an older man by the beverages. 

“Shut up!” I gasped before looking back at Tashi. “Is that Mr. Reynolds?!” I asked in shock at seeing our fifth-grade English teacher. 

“Yup,” Tashi responded, standing straight as she crossed her arms. She studied the older man as he scanned the beverages offered. “He was always my favorite,” she quipped, not needing a huge explanation for why he was here. 

At this, I burst out into laughter, as did she. 

“I thought he died years ago.” I clutched my stomach before placing a hand over my mouth and muffling my small laughs. “Wait, that’s not nice. I mean, I thought he passed on peacefully years ago.” I corrected in a serious tone as I watched the older man before glancing at Tashi and bursting into laughter again. 

As I laughed with Tashi, I felt a burning feeling on the back of my head. 

Was someone staring?

Wiping my eyes carefully to avoid messing up my makeup, I slowly turned around and almost froze as I locked eyes with the person, or should I say persons, staring at Tashi and me. 

Oh, hell no. Is that who I think it is?

Quickly, I turned back around and whispered to Tashi in a hurried tone. 

“Tash, is that Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson?” I looked her in the eye as they narrowed at the mention of the “fire and ice” duo’s presence at the party. 

“Oh yeah, they’ve been staring all night.” She smirked and looked between the two of us. “Frankly, I don’t blame them.” Her smirk grows even wider, mirroring the Cheshire Cat. 

Biting my lip, I remembered my earlier encounter with the two tennis players. I shuddered as I remembered their smirks and remarks about Tashi and me. 

“Tash…” I said warningly, pointing my perfectly manicured finger in her face. “Please tell me you don’t have one of your ideas in mind.” I slightly scolded her, studying her face to see what she was thinking. “Those two are complete and utter idiots.” I continued as I shook my head. 

She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and whispered back as she lowered my finger and sucked on her teeth. “Do you really need to ask this?” She questioned with an air that spoke obviously, are you stupid? 

“And believe me,” She started and moved to fix the straps of my dress. “I know exactly how they are…teenage boys.” She snickered wider at this as I rolled my eyes. 

I huffed loudly before grabbing a piece of my hair to fiddle while I groaned. “But Tash, it’s our summer before we go to college. No boys.” I retorted as the music in the background got a little louder. 

Grabbing my hands, Tashi dragged us to the middle of the dance floor and forced me to dance. “First of all,” She started as she twirled me around, “This was never a pinky promise.” She spoke, wrapped her arms around my neck, and swayed us to the music. 

Fuck, she got me there. 

“Second of all,” She continued before touching my neck to untangle my necklaces while swaying with me. “I know you’re internally drooling over Art Donaldson. He’s exactly your type, and he’s going to Stanford.” She laughed to herself as she worked on my necklaces. 

Fuck x2 can’t deny that. 

I rolled my eyes and turned away, knowing I couldn’t argue either of those statements. 

“You’re crazy…” Was all I could protest. 

Untangling my necklaces, Tashi clapped and smiled brightly at me before putting her hands back on my shoulders. “This is gonna be a great start to the summer.” She grinned like a mad woman as we kept dancing across the floor. 

After dancing, mingling, and trying not to focus on the two hard stares hitting Tashi's and my head for the entire night, I decided to go to the beach. 

“Hey, Tash, I’m going to the beach for a quick breather. If my mom asks, I’ll be down there. Come down if you need anything or if I miss something interesting.” I smile gently at her while I take my heels off.

“Got it. Be safe.” She waved before going to get pictures with her family. 

I smiled at her before walking to navigate the path to go down to the beach, pretending not to notice the two pairs of eyes following me. 

10:00 PM

I wonder how long I had been down here listening to the sweet waves ripple against the hot sand. I almost feel as if the ocean is calling me. 

Imagine the escape of living on a secluded island where nothing mattered. Not school, not tennis, and not the future.

Especially the future. 

Staring at my newly manicured nails, I continued to get lost in my thoughts while the ocean rang in my ears.

Shit, I’m over everything.

I reached a hand up to my mouth and began to bite one of my nails. 

Do I even wanna go to Stanford? 

Practically gnawing at it, I can feel the acrylic wearing off.

Doesn’t matter because I’ll be with Tashi… right?

SNAP

“Fuck…” I muttered to myself as I broke off a nail, leaving a tiny bit of blood seeping from my nail bed. 

Rolling my eyes, I held onto the broken nail and rested my head on my knee as I watched the ocean. 

“We’re not interrupting, are we?” I heard a deep voice ask behind me, making me let out a small yelp and nearly fall off the rock.

Quickly turning around, I was met with two, unfortunately familiar, faces. 

Why now?

Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson stood before me, shoes in one hand and cigarettes in the other. Frankly, I had no idea which one spoke, and I had no care to know at this rate. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, and they disturbed that. 

“What the fuck,” I explained as I stood up from the rock and patted my dress down. “Do you know how rude it is to sneak up on someone?” I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes as I looked between the two boys sheepishly standing before me. 

“Shit, really sorry, didn’t know you were here,” Patrick spoke up as his counterpart dropped his cigarette from his lips upon seeing me study his stature. 

Bullshit. 

“Hm, okay, well, I’ll be going then,” I exclaimed, irritated, as I bent down to grab my heels. “I hope you two have a grand time.” I sarcastically quipped as I went to walk past them and go back up the path to the party. 

“Wait,” Art, almost panicked, stood before me with a lopsided grin as he flicked his cigarette bud beside him and treaded lightly as he motioned to the chairs near the rock I had just occupied. “We’d love it if you joined us, just for a chat.” He had a genuine smile on his face now. 

Are they serious?

Before I could open my mouth, Patrick beat me to it as he walked to sit in one of the chairs Art motioned to. 

“Yeah, just to talk. You're one of the best players in our age bracket, and it would be a real treat to get to know you as an apology for what happened earlier.” Patrick added and smirked so wide I could feel pure smitten radiating off it. 

They are serious.

Both boys were now staring at me, gazes identical in pure amazement, awaiting my response. 

Fuck this. Fuck me. Fuck x3.

Sighing softly and crossing my arms, I dropped my shoes, returned to the rock, and sat down. 

“You get five minutes,” I spoke curtly as I looked between the boys, waiting for one of them to speak up.

Art took this chance to open his mouth, but before he could begin, I held a hand up to stop him.

“Oh, and there’s no need to introduce yourselves. Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig, the “fire and ice” duo.” I spoke unenthusiastically, keeping my eyes on Art for a little longer before angling my expression to Patrick.

Both boys stared at me with slight smirks as I adjusted my dress and grabbed a piece of hair to play with while they continued. 

“Well, Milan Mikaelson,” 

I inwardly shuddered as he spoke my full name. 

“During your match, I thought that call was fucked.” Patrick spoke up and got right to the point. He laughed as if he remembered it as a fond childhood memory. 

Almost instantly, Art chimed in to add to his friends' thoughts, a bit too eager for my liking. “I mean, that Anna girl could barely serve your entire match, and then that?” He stated as he shook his head, acting like he was scolding my opponent to her face like a coach.

My eyes lit up at this. They knew how to crack me. Bring up my pride and losses, and I’ll talk your ear off for hours. 

“I think the official was blind because that bitch’s ball was totally past the line,” I explained matter-of-factly. “Did you see the way he hesitated before calling it? He probably had it in with her.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in annoyance at the memory of the loss. 

“Still, you were fucking amazing out there. How did you get your backhand to be that powerful?” Art quickly added and leaned forward in his chair as if moving closer to me would allow him to understand my words better. 

I let a slight smile adorn my features as I studied his position. 

Fuck x4.

For the next four minutes, the three of us talked about tennis and our matches throughout the tournament. Though brief, I could quickly tell how these two relied on each other and their sport. It was definitely the glue for their friendship. I could also tell how they hung onto my every word, like a toddler waiting for his mother to let him out of the time-out-chair. 

Checking my watch, I stood up and looked between the boys. 

“Though this was fun, your five minutes is up.” I flashed my watch at them with a subtle smile before bending down to grab my shoes. 

When I bent down, I could hear some rushed scuffles and whispers. Standing back up, I saw that both boys were also standing, very tense, might I add. 

“How can we contact you to do this again?” Patrick asked with a smirk, which I presume was a signature for him.

Raising an eyebrow at him, I crossed my arms and looked between him and his blonde companion. 

“Who said I wanted to do this again?” I asked as Patrick shoved his hands in his pockets with a defeated grin while Art let out a muffled chuckle. 

“Come on, this was fun.” Art added and took a cautious step towards me. “Can we get your number?” He asked as he studied my face with the cheekiest grin he could muster.

I laughed at his question dryly before pointing my finger between the two boys. “We? You think I’m gonna get between this? Hell no.” I replied, walking past them to the stairs and back to the party. 

Immediately, I could feel their eyes staring into the back of my head, and I wondered if they would beg or plead. 

They better not. 

“Come to our hotel,” Patrick yelled, making me whip my head around. “We have beer,” he grinned once he saw my interest somewhat piqued. 

Fuck x5.

“It’s not far from here. We can talk more.” He gestured between the three of us and then pointed up to the party. 

This made me look back to the party, about to question what he meant before Patrick chimed in. 

“We talked to Tashi earlier and told her the same thing. Would be fun getting to know the beautiful golden tennis girl duo.” He chuckled as I watched his eyes flicker from my face to my lips.

This made my face heat up, but I would never reveal that. Teenage boys don’t deserve the satisfaction of knowing they have any sort of effect on me. 

Clicking my tongue, I nodded at this new piece of information. 

Tashi did say she had a plan in place. This could be fun. 

“Maybe,” I replied as my eyes shifted between the boys.

You’re not easy, Milan Mikaleson. Remember that.

“Depends on my mood.” I finished and shot them small smirks before walking back up the stairs, not giving the boys a moment to retort. 

As I walked back to the party, my eyes shut as I felt a headache coming on. 

What the hell did I get myself into?

[fabuloustrash05]

A Character First, A Love Interest Second: RaMona Did It Right!

((A TMNT 2012 RaMona Analysis))

Something I feel we as a fandom don’t give Raph enough credit for is how he’s the only brother to NOT have a “love at first sight” trope with his love interest Mona Lisa, and I feel that says a lot about his character and relationship with her, not only that, but it saves Mona’s character.

How you may ask? A lot of people don’t seem to realize this, but I love how when Mona Lisa is first introduced she’s not immediately established to be a love interest unlike the other girls. Mona is given some time to be her own character and show off a bit of her personality. For the other girls, there introduction is through the Turtles POV, established as a love interest FIRST then her own character/personality is shown later. This is made clear just from each Turtles reaction when first meeting their love interest. We are introduced to the female character through the “love at first sight” moment!

Donnie

Leo (I hate that I’m using this as an example this but this help prove my point)

Mikey

Edit: I timed it to see how long the girls intros were before they were established as a love interest. Here’s the LINK

I wanna clarify before people start assuming, no, I’m NOT saying that the other 2012 girls have no personality. They do, it just bothers me how they were introduced. Them being the love interest seemed more important to establish to the writers then her own character first.

Meanwhile for Mona Lisa; she’s introduced to the audience NOT the Turtles. This gives her a chance to establish her character/personality first then show her as a love interest later!

We learn just from her introduction scene and even her moment when confronting the Turtles that she is: strong willed, prideful (she’s proud of being the warrior she is and takes her battle’s seriously), stubborn (fight first, ask questions NEVER, like Raph), honorable, loyal (we learn she’s a lieutenant and respects and highly looks to her Commander), and even a bit short tempered (again, like Raph).

Her and Raph even get to speak to each other and have a little banter of threats before romance between them starts to blossom. There is no love at first sight. Unlike the other Turtles who immediately fall in love with the girl just from looking at her and thinking she’s pretty. Their feelings for each other took more time.

Raph did not fall for her looks like his brothers, he fell in love with the person Mona is. Physical attraction (I believe) is very important in a relationship and Raph does show and admits he does in fact find Mona attractive (Ex: calling her a beautiful work of art) but her looks is not what caught his attention. It was her personality, her spirit and capabilities as a warrior! I saw someone mentions this in another post once, but on rare occasions do we get to hear the other Turtles explain exactly WHY they like their love interests other then that they found the girl pretty (Yes, Donnie admits he thinks April is “cool” and Leo says Karai’s “fun” but that’s not enough!), meanwhile for Raph from the very beginning he has his list of reasons ready as to WHY he likes Mona! And he has no shame to admit it proudly!

And throughout the rest of their relationship, we see more of those reasons unfold. We see Raph and even Mona show more reasons as to why they love each other so much. And unlike the others ships, we actually get to see them act and be a couple! They flirt with each other, embrace and hold hands, make out, write love letters to each other, etc. The reason they worked so well is because as I said we get to see them be a couple, but also because Mona got to established herself as a character first before being Raph’s girlfriend.

Many of us can agree that TMNT 2012 failed greatly in the romance department, but they at least did one couple right with the relationship of Raphael and Mona Lisa. So I thank them for that <3

[thatdeadaquarius]

after scrolling through your posts i felt complelled to send an ask (i wonder why)

This kinda? relates to all the languages posts you've been making (was giggling and kicking my feet while reading them, and got inspired) but because I only speak English, I wanted to put a twist on it.

Creator who has audio processing issues and doesn't realise that Teyvat DOES actually speak the same language as them for a good while.

Because as a person with very good hearing, i sure don't fucking understand what people are saying most of the time, especially in big crowds. (its like listening to the sims sometimes man, i'm fighting for my life trying to understand😭)

So imagine a Creator getting dropped into Teyvat and getting found by a group of hunters or treasure horders, who instantly start panicking and talking all at once because 'omg our god is here' and all that.

And the Creator is still confused and diorientated, so all they're hearing is ✨words✨and they just assume that no one in Teyvat will understand them.

And then when they arrive in one of the nations and get to meet the vision bearers for the first time, the Creator makes a thirsty comment about one of them (probably would be Diluc in my case) and the entire crowd just goes SILENT.

So silent that the Creator can perfectlly understand what that vision bearer said in response.

Anyway, i love your blog :) not sure when you're going to get this, time zones are funny, but I hope you like it

Giggling and kicking?? Over my stuff??? 🥺🥺🥺💘💘💘 You sneaky little charmer ✨️

ALSO

AUDIO PROCESSING DISORDER ASK!!!!?????!!!!

:D

IM IN THE MIDDLE OF TRYING TO GET ADHD DIAGNOSIS AND GOT AN APD TEST NOT TOO LONG AGO BC THOUGHT I HAD IT!!

FRIENDO!! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!! ✨️✨️✨️🌸🌸🌸

Have a cookie!! 🤲🍪 tysm for the ask im very very happy to see it!! :D!!

(subliminalmessagingyouwillgoclicktheaskbuttonandsendmeanasksubliminalmessaging)

AHFJDLLAHFAAJSK!! LOSING IT OVER THIS!!

(Me from the future editing: Sorry i wrote an entire sloppy written scenario over this its diluc focused, jfc sorry and i hope u get smth outta it 💀)

Oh good lord you being some kind of Creator god after getting sucked into the goddmn video game world is absolute HELL for your APD

Aint nobody tellin u nothing bc i can totally see that scenario happening bc everyone is like blabbering at you constantly, they all wanna get close to you to talk so its just [insert that general cafe crowd noises here]

Like u wish u had lofi to go with it bc u sure as hell cant get a word in edgewise

I know i keep writing abt Mondstadt, mostly bc first city -> intro to game -> therefore you land there

But i promise ill branch out guys but i got an excuse this time u mentioned Diluc 🔥

Honestly bc u probably arent trying to talk back to them (which they dont rlly know why? Bc they totally have heard ur voice while u were in ur world, when they were ur vessels)

They kinda assumed either A. You lost your voice B. You're overwhelmed, ppl r getting WAY too close to you, back off Npcs C. Or you don't speak THEIR language

So ofc Mondstadt brings you into the city and their planning a big ol festival, u came right in time for Windblume anyway, and by the time your done shaking hands and just waving and smiling (bc what else can u do u cant hear these fuckers, maybe u caught a "the" or a "hello" but you could've definitely been imagining it)

And finally you are free of the general crowd, but most of the Vision bearers (Allogenes) who were ur vessels wanna stick around, so u all end up in Angel's Share somehow

It's hella packed, and it's a bar.

So yeah u still can't hear shit, and now it just sounds like one of those fantasy medieval bar audios ambience videos

Ur just kinda kicking ur feetsies on a bar stool while like,, 4 or 5 differrent special character dishes are sitting in front of you

Diluc's behind the bar, and has been so sweetly attentive to you all evening, no matter how many tipsy patrons come up yelling for refills or drinks (or at least thats what u assume, bc u kinda end up just,, jumping and hitching ur shoulders up and trying to be lowkey about covering ur ears...)

He always comes and refills ur glass when it gets to even half-full, swiping away plates that have gone cold, and if you still want smth off of it, he's so perceptive no language needed bc he just sees your face and starts heating up the plate again with his vision with his hand :)

He's actually been the best thruout all this bc he already isn't super talkative, so ur pretty sure you've only seen his mouth open a few times, but otherwise u just communicated with him via actions/expressions

So ur chilling, well sorta, ur starting to kinda get overstimulated by the day and now this loud ass bar, and the fact that ur convinced no one speaks English here...

But hey!

Diluc's cool, u got food, and maybe u can charade to him u wanna find somewhere to retire to now for the night,,

You try and do that but he's pretty busy running around still,

"Damn, at least I get to see his ass though."

.

..

...

Diluc freezes.

You freeze.

Jean, Lisa, Venti, Amber, Kaeya, Rosaria freezes.

The whole bar goes silent.

Their god of gods finally spoke.

Oh they can understand you alright. (Also u were looking right at Diluc when you said it so, kinda obvious who u mean, somebody points to you behind Diluc)

Diluc just kinda,, sputters, like jerkily turns around and everything like a fried robot

"I- ahem- I- um- y-your Grace- I-"

Poor guy.

He doesn't even know what to say 🤷‍♂️

He has been progressively getting closer and closer to his hair color, his cheeks, his neck, his ears its a full white boy flush he cant escape its so obvious (should he say thank you? How do u even begin to thank a god for complimenting ur ass??!!)

He's caught between facing you and turning around and ducking back into the kitchen and never coming out again (unless it's just you two)

...Was it always this hot in here? Or did Diluc do this to you? 😵‍💫

(Well at least it's a lot quieter now)

You take the next logical step in this situation, and gently let your head thud into the bar.

...

It's a tie between Venti and Kaeya who busts out laughing first.

CHRIST ALMIGHTY IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE TUMBLR MAKES IT "READ MORE" BC I CANT FIND THAT OPTION ON MOBILE

IF U KNOW WHERE THAT BUTTON IS PLS LET A BITCH KNO 😭😩

UPDATE I FIGURED IT OUT FUCK YEAH

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

[objectivesthatareobjectified]

(This is a positive rant thingy so if you don’t wanna read a yapfest then scroll lmao)

Going to the BFDI x II meetup was one of the best days of my whole life man

Like I got to meet my idols and they were literally the nicest people imaginable even after talking to so many people before me (for reference it was really stormy outside the college it was held at in Florida because of the hurricane so when I was waiting Adam and Cary and Michael ended up leaving the VIP meet and greet stuff and we all talked for a little bit! Also me and Ben were talking about ii while waiting out the storm and he was literally so cool)

And not only that but they also complimented my art / animation which made me literally the happiest person on earth

And after the meetup I’ve been so happy, and I’ve actually found the motivation to draw and animate again after taking a break for months. Like I’ve taken at LEAST an hour each night to work on Objectified Objectives since the meetup

And because of that I’ve been able to get so much stuff done!! I’ve finished the OO episode one script, the rigs have been finished, I animated a new intro with those new rigs, and I’ve recorded way more lines and animated a ton more scenes plus edited all of the ones I have so far together

And I’ve been surprisingly more social and just had a happier outlook on life because being surrounded by people who all have the same interests as you makes you feel so much less alone and it’s the best feeling ever

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[amaiguri]

The WIP Questionaire

Thanks so so much from @verba-writing for the tag! I had such a fun time reading your answers too and I'm very excited for paranormal romance 😍

I feel like I wanna flag that a lot of my answers are very anime/gaming-sphere oriented and I hope I'm not totally alienating my mutuals by revealing just HOW MUCH I'm not a book person lololol But this is with what we're working:

The Questions are:

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

The very first thing I made was the high premise: It was synthesized from the Overly Sarcastic Productions question "What if all the Kings Under the Mountain came back...?" and then I added the context "...in a Nuclear Crisis to discuss piece?" And in my head, it was this HBO-style modern fantasy Game of Thrones meets West Wing type deal. But then... I didn't want to write the modern piece. (The modern piece should be written by people in countries from all over Europe about what it means to be a hero in various cultures.)

So I set it in 1800s fantasy world instead!

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

The first arc would be Dance in the Game by Zaq

The second arc would be Lacrimosa by Kalafina

The Gods' Arc would be Paper Boquet by Mili

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

Is it to cliché to be like "my current self-insert protagonist is my favorite character I've ever made"? Her and my antagonist are just THE BEST and I love them.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

Mmm, I think Untitled Yssaia Game's story would appeal to queer Game of Thrones fans who could FEEL the straightness in GoT, especially if they also like anime. I would hope I could get general anime fans as well as Arcane and Genshin Impact fans, but I feel like those are too mainstream and Yssaia is not. Realistically, I think I'm gonna get the Wadanohara people and the Ib people and, if I get really lucky, the To the Moon people.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Marketing lol -- explaining what it is to people in a way that they realize they want it.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Fuafua 🥺🥺🥺

Look at her! She is a six-legged, six-eyed slug cat called a Maret. Marets fill the same role as ocelots in Yssaia, except they're more semi-aquatic like otters and their skin has a stressball-like texture.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

They walk or ride Rumateurs (which are alpaca-like beings with ossicones) or take ships or airships or trains. I don't like writing about travel that much though so it is a background element.

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

I am pre-editing the first arc for my alpha readers and the third arc has another 50k to 100k words to draft. We're at like 250k words total right now and it is so unwieldy 😭😭😭

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

Oh, I have a convenient graphic for this. Hang on...

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

I was just diatribing about this earlier but the DREAM is to turn it into an RPGmaker adventure game and have it go viral and make a million bucks off it. I'd love to be the next Undertale but it'll never happen because I am not positioned to be the next Undertale, you know?

So yeah, that's what's what! Thanks again for the ask! This was so fun! I'm gonna pass this to @maiemorrae, @moonfeatherblue, @zebee-nyx, @winterandwords, @modernwritercraft, @words-after-midnight, @spideronthesun, @theprissythumbelina, @thepanplate, @thetruearchmagos, @maskedemerald, @moondust-bard, @pluttskutt and @emelkae 😍😍😍 I actually internalized Verba's WIP so well from this tag and I wanna make sure I'm updated on what all you cool people are working on! Open tag to any of my other moots too! 🥳

IMPORTANTTTTT⚠️

I will edit this to have a blank easily copy-and-pasteable question section when I get back to my computer. If I forget, @ me!

[transman-badass]

Hello, writeblr, have a cup - it's on the house! [reintro]

I procrastinated on rewriting this because of... well, a lot of reasons. Big one is I've always thought I'm terrible at doing intros. Oh, well, let's get this over with.

Heylo! I'm Coffee, but you can also call me Jason or some variation of that. I'm 31 as of writing, and have been writing since I was 13 thereabouts. He/him, trans, autistic, poly, and queer in general, and my writing reflects that. Most of my protagonists are gay transmen because I write what I wanna see.

EDIT: I forgot to mention! This is a sideblog! My main is over at @coffeexafterxmidnight so if you see a follow from that blog, that's me! Hi!

My fiction tends to be on the dark side, aimed at adult readers because of mature content and my personal tastes. I do attempt to be respectful with all of the content I write but I'm not perfect so please forgive me if I screw up, there's always more to learn. I put content warnings on all of my fiction posts but I'm a little desensitized at this point. Please tell me if you want something tagged/warned and I will do so from then on.

None of this likely matters to half of you because you probably only know me from my writing prompts, humans are space orcs shorts, and positivity posts. Well, stick around! I won't stop any of those either, I just need to think of good stuff to share first.

As for my WIPs, well, hit the cut for those:

@runner-owen: my main wip. kinda my baby. a gothic fantasy series set in a world of eternal night, where vampires seek to enslave humanity again and a detective for hire is caught in a tug of war between two powerful men and their equally powerful organizations. I have so many ideas for this. So, so many. I do have a Discord server for this but I've never shared it beyond my circle of friends but if you're interested lemme know?

Mythos Noir: Cthulhu Mythos meets Detective Noir, set during the Great Depression in the "New Orleans of the Northeast". Follows the stories of Wes and Sadie, two unwilling servants of the Arkham Mafia, as they follow the orders of their mysterious boss, who definitely not human. Currently working on the first book, Harbinger.

Other WIPs to be added when I figure out what I'm doing with them

Side note: my icon is of my Dad's cat. Her name is Street Cat, she is very fluffy, very spoiled and knows it. She likes watching tv, basking in the sunshine, and bossing him around. I have more photos of her I might post eventually.

EDIT: why not? If you like what I'm making and wanna leave a tip, my pay_pal is coffeeaftermidnight. I have a Kofi too though I'm not sure what I'm doing with that

[other-peoples-coats]

coats hello!! you said you played ttrpgs, but do you have any favorite systems or rulebooks?? also do you have any recommendations for how to start a campaign / one shot and bring everyone into the game? that's kind of. the most difficult thing for me personally to do so I'm looking for advice skdjskns

Hi nonny!

My fave systems/rulebooks are a bit of a grab bag; I started playing tabletops with the classic DnD (4e is what I learnt on; the group I played with played some of the beta rules of 5e for a bit and then swapped wholly over to 5e eventually, once it, y'know, was published.), and I also played a bit of pathfinder, which, like, y'know, not a huge jump there. So I've got, y'know, nostalgic affection for both of those.

(for not table top nerds - pathfinder is literally DnD edition 3.75 - it's built off the rules of 3.5, with the names scrubbed off for not-getting-sued-out-of-existance-by-WotC reasons)

That said, I've had a lot of fun with the Cortex system - the Leverage RPG runs on it, which is a fuck of a lot of fun to play with the right group, though you do need people who are at least somewhat genre savvy and willing to lean into it-- and the FATE system, which, special shout out to 'under the table', which is a prohibition-esque take on authurian legend that is just. so sexy as a world building idea. so much fun to fuck about and do organised crime in. Some of it's a bit janky but what is ttrpg play if not jettisoning that which does not vibe with you.

(I also taught a class using a stripped back version of the fate system, so, y'know, bonus points there; we picked FATE cause it is literally so easy to pick up for newbies and doesn't need Weird Dice)

Annnd then we get into the weeds of sort of obscure/only kind of ttrpgs as classically thought of. My favourite fucking thing in this space is a game called 'the quiet year'; it's half a card based rpg, half a map making game, about a community after the collapse of civilisation. You get 52 turns -- a year -- and at the end the winter kills you all. Which is a bit grim, but it's a lovely, thoughtful game to play.

Similarly, 'dialect' is just...such a fascinating game to play. (possibly, this surprises no one who's shown up here via my ao3; I do love weird language shit). You play as part of an isolated community, and...well, create a dialect for that community, based on events they (you) experience.

And then my final one in this space is a game called microscope, which is...well it's really only kind of a game at all. It's more of a worldbuilding tool, honestly, but it's fun, and it's a great way to come up with some weird ass shit you can then use for a homebrew world.

Ok, so, that's a grab bag of weird ass shit that probably says a lot about me; lets talk about starting games and getting people into them. I'm sort of assuming you mean, like, narratively, not like, the mechanics of finding a group to play with or like, how to organise a session.

(if yes, that's what you mean: sorry bud, on your own there, I haven't had a group to play with since pre-plauge, and most the people I'd play with these days are approximately 10-14hrs behind me in time, which makes scheduling.....hard.)

Anyway.

Starting off a oneshot or a campaign is...honestly it's pretty similar, in my experience; a oneshot does compress the time frame somewhat bc you don't wanna spend an hour being like 'worldbuilding lore drop time' and/or 'plot hook baiting' when you're only playing for like. four hours total, y'know?

If what you're looking for is an inciting incident; some sort of 'hey here's a MEATY PLOT HOOK GO FETCH' sign for your players: the classic is, ofc, 'you meet in a bar'; there's nothing wrong with that, it gives a nice bit of space for players to introduce themselves either explicitly - 'I'm Longfang, a hunter from clan blackthorn' sort of thing  - or implicitly, in the 'lurking around in a corner ala strider' school of character intros. Also a fairly easy way to set the tone - is the bar Notably Sketchy, what else is going on in the bar, are the patrons gregarious or all suspicious, etc.

(obviously, you can theme as appropriate for your world; maybe it's a cafe, or a market, or the guild halls, or a freighter bay.)

Other great inciting incidents that are endlessly adaptable: 

You all wake up In A Place (where you were not before) -  classic mystery hook. A group of strangers are brought together by Mysterious Forces, and need to a)get out of where they are b)investigate what happened and why they are all here. Bonus points if you have a mole; one player who knows — or thinks they know — why they've been chosen(they're secretly part of a gang, they're secretly royalty, they recognize the markings as The Cult That Killed Their [insert relation here], etc.) Extremely fucking funny to make every player think they know, and set up the spiderman meme when all your players stumble over revealing whatever secret they have. 

You all have A Job. Another classic hook - you've been hired to [take macguffin/person] to [place]; you've been hired to [steal thing] from [fancy bitch party]; you've been hired to clear [local basement/dungeon] of [rats/monsters]; etc. Nice easy set up, very basic 'this is Why You Strangers Are Together'. Does require you to have players who will like, take the hook, even if they take it and then immediately wander off to do something else halfway through. The person who hired your players may or may not be a person in specific - it may be A Guild Job, and your players all just got assigned together, or they're having their Normal Bitch Lives travelling coincidentally together and then oh no a monster attacks your trade caravan roll initiative!

Fucked Up Shit Happens, What The Hell. This is the one where you wave the plot hook at your players and are like 'damn that was crazy!' and then let them be like 'shit that was crazy, can I investigate that?'. Obvious ones here are: oh god a body where there should not be one, oh god no body where there should be one, someone rich is doing something sketchy (and your players saw some of it), weird magic/tech shit happened and yr players are the only witnesses. Worldbuilding for this is a lot of contrast - being like 'x is a Weird Thing' helps show, like, what isn't weird, if that makes sense? so like, in star wars, no one is surprised when jedi pull out their lazer swords, so the viewer knows this isn't 'holy fuck you have lazer swords???' situation; on the other hand, when the demogorgon comes clawing out of the wall in stranger things, all the characters shit bricks and the viewer is aware that like, This IS Fucked Up Shit Happening. (obviously, it's a bit more complex than that in context; what I'm getting at is showing NPC reactions to [plot events] helps tell your players about the world.)

Run before the Plot gets you. This is basically a variation on living normal bitch lives -> surprise roll initiative, where your players have Witnessed Something, and now need to Get Fucking Gone before [whoever] Makes Them Gone. Maybe they want to investigate, maybe they don't and the plot is coming for them anyway, but either way, Someone (or something) is trying to find them, and silence them. Sets up a very nice cat and mouse, if you're into that sort of thing - maybe your players saw local prince eating a person, and now they're trying to reveal that the monarchy are all fucking vampires without becoming vampire chow themselves, maybe they're just trying to avoid the government making them sign a bunch of magical NDAs. Very nice way to drop a bit of worldbuilding, because power structures tell you a lot about the world - are the cops corrupt, is this unusual, who's in charge and what's the social contract look like, if you fuck up and get caught are you looking at state sanctioned execution or imprisonment or a quiet knife in an alley, etc.

Nine plot pile up. This one probably has an official name; I always called it this in class, because, well, I think I'm funny. This is the one where your player('s characters) all have their Own Goals going on, and whoopsy, they all overlap! Either they overlap like they're the same goal, 'we might as well work together to Do X', or they overlap like 'I'm trying to steal the orb of magic from the same guy you're trying to kill and wow this is awkward, they need him alive to answer for His Crimes.' This one is a bit more work; you do have to talk a bunch with your players about what sort of character/plot they want to run for their specific character, and keep track of that as well as like, your overarching plot.

For an example: I once played a warlock who had a creature companion that got stronger as I fed it the corpses of defeated enemies, but those had to scale with us; my warlock pact required me to keep feeding it, which ended up with me having to choose between giving up my powers or slaughtering my party-mates after we'd levelled high enough. The main plot of the game was your standard war between kingdoms/gods sort of dnd plot; my character's plot was just… one of the background plots goin on. Another party member was secretly using the party to cover their hostile takeover of their family company; a third was basically a catch me if you can sort of conman who got in way the fuck too deep. The inciting incident for us was being hired by the local king to go Do War Shit (aka You Have A Job); my character had signed up bc war is great for corpses, hostile takeover had signed up bc their family company supplied War Stuff, and conman "signed" "up" and accidentally ended up assigned to do work instead of being left to fuck about with (and steal) supplies.

Also, just generally — fucking steal that shit. Steal like it's your job. Steal like you're in the british museum and all the security just flipped off. Got a movie you like? how's it start, what can you lift from that. Got a book you like? the first ten pages are yours now. If there's an scene or two in a show you like, think about why you like it, and then…copy it. 'My city now' your way through it; for all there's different considerations when it comes to writing the whole of a game, the opening is basically the same as any other story - hook the reader/viewer/player, make them want to find out what happens next. Starting in media res is a time honoured tradition for a reason; work out what your plot is, and then start your players about five minutes after it starts going off the rails, narratively speaking.

If you're looking for worldbuilding advice, though— or, rather, introducing people to your world — well, that's a lot shorter. Throw it at them! drop them right the fuck in. Let them pick it up as you go along - if you're starting in a city, describe the city. Is it cobblestone? are the skyscrapers so tall they vanish into the smog? are the crowds bustling, or are they harried, darting from place to place in fear. When all else fails, go off the five senses - what can your players see, what would they notice? what would they find unusual - their characters, that is. If you're playing in star wars, you wouldn't be like 'HOLY FUCK LAZER SWORDS EXIST???' but you might be like 'oh wow a jedi, I didn't think I'd ever see one in real life!', and 'oh there's a droid' is like, 'oh, a chair'. You might call out that it's a weird chair, maybe, but otherwise it';s like, 'you enter a room, there's wooden chairs around the outside'/'you enter a room, there's a couple of cleaning droinds doing their job'. lets your players know there's droids, but it's not like 'holy fuck robots?'.

Some of this worldbuilding is stuff you should cover in your session zero, if you're running a campaign - that's the one where you set up player characters, etc - and just…y'know, give your players an overview of your world. If you're running a oneshot, cover it when you pitch it to your players - 'I've come up with this cool as shit idea about a world where there's a group of monks with lazer swords in space, also theres robots', for instance, or 'ok, like, a teen coming of age movie set in the eighties, but also there's evil monsters'. Don't be afriad to use a reference point that your players know - emphasis there, no good being like 'imagine the ethical nightmare of animorphs but set in like, a round the twist sort of world', if your players haven't read animorphs and don't know what the fuck round the twist is.

Zero idea how to end this, so. uh hope that helps even a little bit, anon? if you've got more questions, or are like 'dude what theee actual fuck are you on about here', feel free to hit me up again. (also, anyone else reading this). 

[ferelog]

a dracula book review.

ok team yk what this world really, really, really needs. from me specifically.  

A DRACULA BOOK REVIEW 

dun dun dun. we will be looking into bram stoker’s original 1897 edition which I vaguely pirated online but it is ok!! because copyright is over  (if u wanna read use this link here: https://www.bramstoker.org/pdf/novels/05dracula.pdf) 

so on one hand Dracula is an icon. but on the other hand the novel was written by an Englishman in the 19th century. I went into this thing not knowing what to think and honestly idk what I expected but it was mid. that is my claim and my thesis. the characters are like grain crackers without cheese. the plot is okay and vaguely interesting but not enough to carry the mounds of dialogue and description that you sloooooooooooog through. but if it helps Dracula is kinda hot. (disclaimer: this opinion depends on your taste) 

the beginning has all of the trappings of gothic horror. man goes to creepy abandoned house. man meets creepy suspicious guy. creepy suspicious guy is creepy and suspicious. boohoo yadda yadda. the protagonist figures out that Dracula is very sus within the first few weeks, since man is less subtle than the worst amongus imposter. at this point we’re like fifty pages in and I’m fearing spending the next three hundred pages reading about Dracula and the protag running around in circles. luckily that doesn’t happen and the plot actually moves out of dracula’s castle at a pretty quick pace. this is commendable: the antagonist is quickly introduced in an interesting manner and after this little tutorial we have enough knowledge to confirm that Dracula is the bad guy. this was likely pretty important for first-time Dracula readers back in 1897, when vampires were less mainstream and you couldn’t identify one by his elongated fangs and how he literally goes “When the Count saw my [bleeding] face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.” again, man is unsubtle. 

as a quick aside there are some interpretations of Dracula as embodying “transgressive but compelling sexuality” (from Jeffrey Jerome Cohen’s monster culture (seven theses) if anyone is curious) which I find hilarious and can definitely make a reading more interesting. you’re welcome. 

ok now that the intro is over we get acquainted with the rest of the characters and let me tell you they are dryyyyyyyyy. to make my point I will now rank them from most to least uninteresting. 

Arthur Holmwood: man is literally just there to mourn his fiancée and act as a big strong man to increase the anti-Dracula attack force. only thing he brings to the plot is 1. money 2. he is attached to his fiancée I guess. 3/10. 

Jonathan Harker: our MC who is vaguely an audience insert and as per such reacts averagely to anything. his character does almost nothing surprising. you see a lot of the story (especially the beginning) through his eyes so you do get familiar with him in that way but he is an utter milquetoast. 3.5/10 

Quincey Morris: an unmarried American version of Arthur. he is kinda cooler in that he has a personality. “American” isn’t much of a personality but Arthur doesn’t seem to have one at all so he wins. 3.5/10  

Lucy Westenra: ok she is not boring (if only because of all the stuff that happens to her) but she is so goddamn annoying. she seems like a little doll who doesn’t do anything despite everything occurring and can only wait for people to rescue her which is infuriating at best. does not pass the sexy lamp test. 4/10 

Dracula: weird evil man who has weird evil motives. his lack of nuance is a shame since the novel does mention interesting lore about him like how he lives on “the ground fought over for centuries by the Wallachian, the Saxon, and the Turk” and how “In some faculties of mind he has been, and is, only a child.” but it's not explored and in the end he’s just a villain who kills because he needs to kill to survive. a shame. 5/10 

John Seward: ok he actually has like. unique feelings about what is happening. his romantic interest for Lucy v. not being able to marry her v. his distaste for vampires is kinda entertaining, or at least more entertaining than whatever Arthur has going on. he makes some unique actions (for instance, calling Van Helsing) that make him seem more reliable 6/10 

Mina nee Murray Harker:  

she is cool but severely undermined by how sexist the book is. 6.5/10 

Abraham Van Helsing: ok he is cool if only because he has all the puzzle pieces (apparently) and actually seems to know what’s going on but it has to be acknowledged that his reluctance to explain what he knows screws people over. 1/10 teammate 6.5/10 

Renfield: his personality is nothing to write home about but what happens to him is the most interesting thing by far. 7/10 

u need to spend a lot of time with these characters since the story is told from their perspectives. the storytelling method is also really interesting—it’s told in first-person via the characters’ journals, audio recordings, and diaries, which is admittedly clever. the method that a character uses to record their thoughts is also indicative of their personality and profession. Mina uses a typewriter since she wants to be a secretary. I really like this aspect of Dracula. unfortunately, the plot and characters are still something you have to trudge through. the plot itself is a typical adventure gung-ho “let’s go defeat the villain” type beat, which isn’t particularly inspiring. Dracula’s supernatural abilities also seem utterly random, which makes the mystery of “what does Dracula do??” significantly less interesting since turning into a tornado and sucking blood doesn’t seem to be related at all. why bother predicting this character’s powers if they’re completely absurd? a shounen battle anime could do better (Naruto-excluded).  

TL;DR: Dracula is mid. it is 357 pages of dried bread characters, an average plot, and not even that terrifying gothic horror. read it if you want, it’s a classic, but honestly it’s not really worth it. #sorrydraculafans 

[pureblueheart13]

A little intro!

hi, i'm m or emmi! i'm a huge swiftie. i wanted to join the tumblr fandom, so i figure i'll post a little introduction to who i am. i'm also on twitter but mostly just lurk there, and used to run a couple other fan blogs but never had a dedicated swiftie blog on tumblr.

i'd love to meet more swiftie friends! feel free to message and say hi or even just ramble about taylor to me lol i'd love nothing more.

Basics:

they/them pronouns, musician and author, work in sound design, queer as hell, my first language is english but i also speak a bit of spanish and wanna start learning german

Swiftie stuff:

reputation girlie, next favorite albums are folklore and midnights, swiftie since '09 but hardcore swiftie since '12, i love all the new swifties coming in who love and respect taylor, been to 1989 and rep tour, i collect taylor cds lol, i'm basically just forever searching for the way swiftie tumblr felt in reputation era

Other people / media I stan:

sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, halsey, selena gomez, doctor who, atla, arcane

DNI:

if you are, support, reblog any of the following - racism, transphobia, homophobia, ableism, antisemitism, islamophobia, gaylor / hetlor / really any kind of speculation about taylor, posting taylor's location while she's still there

my take on anything in her personal life is that it's her personal life and absolutely none of my business unless she explicitly talks about it

edit: here's some pics of me on my rep tour date for your viewing pleasure lmao

[itsza]

real shots from actual intro of a real show:

[hellfirehaley]

Strange Love Chapter Five

Word count: 5675

Song used: We Don't Need Another Hero by Tina Turner, Seek and Destroy by Metallica, Sunshine of Your Life by Cream and I Was Made For Loving You by KISS.

Synopsis: you get bored on a Tuesday night and remember the offer made to you by your new best friend Eddie Munson to come see him and his friends perform at the Hideout. You go and meet some unlikely friends as well as a hell of an impression on your new best friend.

Shoutout to my beta reader @mvnsoneddie86 for being amazing and making sure I should like a person of a sound body and mind when I write these damn things.

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hellfirehaley/691398370697281537?source=share

AN: I definitely wrote this chapter all in one go and edited it later. It just poured out of me when I got to this chapter. Hopefully it keeps up when I get to the next chapter. I'm also starting to work on a secondary AU series about a witch so if anyone is interested in that, keep your eyes peeled. I'm shooting for a September or October date with updates of this still coming too. Can anyone find the movie reference I put in the end of the chapter? PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE THE STORY AND WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST

You hated Tuesdays, more than Mondays because Mondays at least had an excuse for sucking so much. Tuesday nights were the worst because Robin and Ali were busy with band AND debate so you found yourself here. You had already walked Norm, had your own mini dance party throughout the house, listened to music at an obscenely loud level while making some progress in your copy of The Talisman but not even Sir King could keep your attention span tonight. You tried to zone out on whatever was on TV but watching Dan Rather blather on about whatever bullshit Reagan had gotten us into this time. By the time the intro the Who’s The Boss came on, signaling 8 0’clock, you had almost passed out on the couch. You couldn’t do this anymore; you had to do SOMETHING. But then you thought back to your conversation last Tuesday

“Hey, what are your plans on Tuesday?” Eddie asked with his hands in his pockets. 

“Uhhh…might watch A Team if I get bored otherwise nothing.” you say.

“Cool. Do you wanna come to the Hideout that night? We’re playing a gig and we’re gonna debut a new song,” Eddie said, lighting up.

“Yeah? Alright I’m in,” you say smirking. Eddie pumped his fist in the air in excitement. 

“Fuck yeah. You’re gonna have a blast. We usually start playing around 9:30 or 10 depending on the night.” Eddie said.

I mean, that was a good idea; try to go support your new friend’s band, But would he want me there? What if I make it awkward? What if I’m misreading this entire situation? But on the other hand, he DID literally invite me to his show three weeks ago so it would be rude not to go at this point. Plus it would be really cool to see Eddie in his element.

Before you realize it, you’re choosing what to wear with your outfit options sprawled out on your bed. You finally decided on a Metallica shirt, a black mini skirt with some fishnets and your heeled boots. You tied a flannel around your waist in case it got cold. You went to the bathroom, fixing your hair and putting on some heavier eyeliner and eyeshadow. You touched up your mascara, put on some red lipstick and double checked your look before adding all your metal rings and a couple of necklaces, layering them expertly. You double check on Norm’s food and grab your keys, wallet and small purse before heading out the door, locking it behind you.

The drive from your house to the venue took a little while and you were thankful for that so you had time to calm your nerves. You let the sounds of whatever was on the radio play out to the point you found yourself singing along to it as you drove along. 

“So, what do we do with our lives? We leave only a mark Will our story shine like a light or end in the dark? Give it all or nothing … We don't need another hero. We don't need to know the way home. All we want is life beyond Thunderdome … All the children say ``We don't need another hero (we don't need another hero) We don't need to know the way home, ooh All we want is life beyond Thunderdome.”

It turned to a new song as you got closer, nerves returning the closer you got. It almost felt like an adrenaline rush like right when you’re at the peak of a roller coaster, waiting for the plummet. You hadn’t felt like this before about someone so you were unfamiliar with the sensation. You pull up to the Hideout and your heart starts pounding when you see Eddie’s van parked in the back outside the venue. You were excited to see him but would he be happy to see you? You honestly didn’t care though. You were here to support your friend at his request. You parked in the front, taking a minute to double check your makeup and hair before getting out of the car. It was just after 9 o’clock and so there weren't many people out yet. Your boots clicked along the gravel parking lot and you were thankful for a moment of serenity. It was a perfect autumn evening so you stood at the entry for a minute, digging through your purse for a cigarette. You popped the end into your mouth, lighting it til cherried and exhaling. You were enjoying your moment of solitude as the door guy walked up to you. He was a pretty big dude covered in tattoos and a leather vest but something about him seemed familiar.

“Evening Miss, mind if I check your ID real quick?” the bouncer asked nicely. You nodded, fishing out your driver’s license.

“I’m here for the band playing tonight,” you say, handing him your ID.

“L/N? I thought you looked familiar. Are you Meg and Hank’s kid?” the bouncer asked looking from you to your ID

“Yep, that’s me.” you answer smiling.

“Well shit look at you! All grown up! Never thought I’d see the day of a second generation of L/Ns at the Hideout.” the bouncer said, handing you back your ID.

“Yep. I turn 18 next month so it feels weird.” you admit.

“Well we’ll take care of you. I’m Charles but everyone calls me Charlie. Your dad and I were high school buddies.” Charlie says. As soon as he said his name, you remembered him at family functions (birthday parties, graduation, backyard parties).

“Oh my god Charlie!” you say exhaling your puff, “I haven;t seen you since Leo graduated. How’s life?” you ask, smiling.

“Everything’s good; wife’s happy so can’t complain. So you’re here to see Corroded Coffin.” Charlie asks.

“Yeah I’m friends with Eddie Munson so I figured that I would come see his band perform.” you say 

“He’s a good kid.” Charlie says as you nod in agreement. You talked for a little while longer before you put out your cigarettes and headed in with Charlie in tow. The bar was just as you remembered: smelling like beer and urine, black and red covering every surface, loud rock blasting throughout the bar. You got to the bar and sat down at one of the stools. There were maybe 4 or 5 people already here, mostly older dudes looking like a motorcycle gang.

“What can I get for you sweetie?” a female voice asked. You turned to see a red headed woman in her 30s looking at you as she polished a pint glass.

“Oh um…” you start

“She can have whatever she wants, Sherri. Her dad is Hank L/N” Charlie says proudly as he puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Oh! You’re the famous Y/N” Sherri asks as you nod, “Well it’s nice to meet you darling. I’ve heard tons about you over the years from your dad, Charlie here and your uncle Dave. You’re the photographer right?”

“Yeah that’s me.” you say smiling.

“Well darlin’ it’s nice to meet you. Let me fix you something special,” Sherri said smiling as she grabbed two or three liquor bottles from behind the bar.

“So what brings you here ?” Sherri asked

“She’s here to see Corroded Coffin. Says she’s friends with Eddie Munson.” Charlie says.

“Oh you’re friends with the Munson boy? Good. I know he has a tough time with those so I’m glad to see someone support them,” Sherri says, juicing a lime into the drink. 

“Yeah Eddie isn’t what everyone says he is and I think that’s why we’re friends” you say smiling. 

“Well good he’s a good kid.” Sherri said, putting the drink in front of you.

“Thank you” you say handing over a 5 dollar bill.

“So how’s Meg holding up? Haven’t seen her in a spell.” Sherri asked, taking the money and getting your change. You put the remaining singles in her tip jar.

“She’s hanging in there. Been throwing herself into work and still finding time to micromanage my social life,” you say, taking a drink of your cocktail. It tasted like oranges and peaches with a little kick and it was delicious.

“Oh yeah that sounds like Meg. You’re a senior this year?” Sherri asked as you nodded. “No way. I remember when Dave used to bring you in here for Shirley Temples and some pool on Sundays. You were 12?”

“Something like that.” you say smiling at the memory. Uncle Dave was the only man who you could implicitly trust who hasn’t let you down. You were always close with your uncle because he would have the coolest music and was down to do whatever you wanted to do: go see whatever movie was cool at the time, roller blading, numerous hours at the arcade playing skee ball, going shopping, getting ice cream, going on a drive and just listening to music. You started working at his record store at age 14, helping restock albums and do inventory but now you can run the store by yourself and just get to hang out with your favorite person.

“Well sweetie I’m proud of you and the woman you’ve become.” Sherri said, grabbing your hand in hers and squeezing.

“Thank you Sherri. I really appreciate that.” you say, squeezing back.

“Of course honey,” Sherri said smiling as she removed her hand and got back to work. You sat there for a few minutes sipping your cocktail just watching people. It had been years since you had been to the Hideout but you had never been during the night time so it felt like more of an adult experience. Somehow it felt like you had never left. Absolutely nothing had changed, like it was stuck in time.

Before you realized it, you started to hear some loud noises coming from the stage. You looked over and saw four familiar men on the stage setting up. You watched as they set up, talking the entire time. They would occasionally shove each other or flip one the bird. It was a whole new thing to see Eddie around his friends after you’ve spent so much time with each other. He was more warm, more charismatic (if that was possible), more in his element. He was almost beaming. You kept watching as he and the rest of the guy tuned up and mic checked. You were already sucked in and you didn’t care. It took a few more minutes (and finishing your drink) before you heard a powerful guitar chord play out.

“What’s going on Hideout!” a familiar voice yelled into the mic. You smiled looking up to see Eddie in front of the mic in tight blue jeans, black boots and a black tee shirt under his denim vest. The patrons cheered and clapped.

“We are Corroded Coffin and we’re gonna play you guys some battle cries if you don’t mind.” He smiled before going to Gareth and whispered something before the first song started up. You sat there and listened deeply to each song. The songs were fast and loud but the lyrics were deep: about being an outsider in a cookie-cutter city, about “dancing with the devil” “taking a trip on the dark side”, about the shitty demons they dealt with, about the dire need to escape this small town. Your favorite was about being alone without being lonely. You were out of your bar seat at this point dancing by the bar since you were too shy to get any closer. You were headhanging along at a certain point. When they started their last song, you knew it immediately. So this was the cover Eddie was so excited about last weekend: He was covering Metallica’s Seek and Destroy. You had heard this song a few weeks back during one of your smoke sessions.

If Eddie Munson was already at a 10 on stage playing his own songs; he went to a 15 when playing Metallica. Hair going everywhere despite being slightly soaked from the heat of the lights and playing his heart out. He looked like a true rockstar. You found yourself moving and grooving to every second, eyes fixed on Eddie, not wanting to miss a second.

“Our brains are on fire with the feeling to kill And it will not go away until our dreams are fulfilled

There is only one thing on our minds: Don't try running away 'cause you're the one we will find. Running, on our way, hiding You will pay dying One thousand deaths Running, on our way, hiding You will pay dying One thousand deaths

Searching

Seek and destroy

Searching

Seek and destroy

Searching

Seek and destroy

Searching

Seek and destroy”

When the last chord was struck, the bar patrons yelled and clapped loudly.

“Thank you! We are Corroded Coffin. Good night Hawkins!” the bar continued to applaud as they put their instruments down. You waited a moment to let them catch their breath. You wanted to go up and say so many things but felt like your body was Jello. It was like you forgot how to walk and it was all Eddie. You breathed out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding as you turned to Sherri.

“Can I have a shot of tequila please?” you ask

“Oh? Need a little liquid courage Y/N?” Sherri asked, grabbing the bottle and two shot glasses.

“Oh yeah, please and thank you,” you sigh, putting a few singles on the bar.

“You’re gonna be fine love. Just go up and say hi, tell him what you thought of the show,” Sherri encouraged sweetly, passing you a lime on a napkin and a salt shaker. You licked the spot between your thumb and pointer finger, pouring some salt there. You clink glasses, lick the salt and shoot your shot. It burned like a motherfucker but the lime helped ease the burn.

“Wish me luck,” you say, getting up and starting your walk to the stage. You get close and smile, seeing them all amped up on adrenaline and playfully shoving each other. Boys… you think to yourself as you stand by the stage for a moment not wanting to interrupt.

“Hey stranger” you say coyly, as they all stop and turn to see you standing there. Eddie’s eyes light up the second he sees you there. He just couldn’t believe that you were actually there. You really showed up and kept your word, a rarity in the world of Eddie Munson. He took in your look and almost had a heart attack. You looked like you fit right into his world perfectly.

“Holy shit you’re here. What did you think?” Eddie asked as the shock wore off, hopping off the stage to get down to your level, overwhelmed with the urge to hug you.

“It was amazing. You guys really did great. I was constantly moving throughout the set either dancing or headbanging. And you,” you say shoving his shoulder “you fucking killed it up there during your Metallica cover.” 

“Oh thank you fair maiden.” Eddie said bowing a bit before turning to his bandmates. “Boys this is Y/N. Y/N this is Gareth:” pointing to the shorter curled one “Jeff” to the tallest one “and Grant” the remaining member with jet black hair and shocked expression on his face.

“Hi. It’s so nice to meet you all. I’ve heard a lot about you,” you say waving with a smile. 

“Nice to meet you too Y//N” Grant said

“So you’re the infamous Y/N” Gareth said, looking between you and Eddie.

“Infamous? I don’t know about all that” you say waving it off. 

“Yeah the infamous Y/N that Eddie won’t shut up about how cool you are or how you listen to metal, you take photos and that you’re really pre–”

“Okay thank you Gareth!” Eddie cut him off. You giggled at the interaction.

“So how about a drink boys?” you offer. They all agree, making their way off the stage. You walked up to the bar, Eddie not far behind you while you waited for the other members to join. Sherri was pouring for another customer so you had to wait.

“I’m really really happy that you showed up Y/N” Eddie said in your ear, hand on your back as you face the bar. You turn towards him, seeing his brown eyes fixed on you.

“I’m really happy I showed up too Eddie. It’s amazing to see you in your element with the people who make you happiest.” you say back.

“Hey kids. Great show tonight Eddie,” Sherri complimented when she got back to you.

“Thanks Sherri” Eddie said, smiling at the comment.

“Can I buy a round for the band? Same as last time” You ask, pulling out a 10.

“Sure sweetie.” Sherri said getting 5 shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.

“So honestly: what did you think of Seek and Destroy?” Eddie asked, still standing on your left as the band filled in beside you with Gareth on your right, Grant behind him and Jeff behind you. 

“It was perfect honestly. I could tell you guys worked your asses off on it and it paid off.” you praise.

“You boys are getting better” Sherri agreed, putting the lime slices on the bar next to the shots. You slide the 10 to her with a wink. You dispense the shots, licking the same spot on your hand as earlier, pouring salt into the spot and grabbing your lie before turning to face them. 

“To the one step closer to the Garden” Gareth said, raising his glass.

“To fight another day” Grant said, doing the same.

“To the best friends I’ve ever had”” Jeff said

“To Corroded Coffin’s success” you say, putting your glass in, looking at Eddie, who was smiling.

“To a great night with the greatest people” Eddie finished, clinking glasses as everyone shot their drink down, some immediately grabbing a lime to sooth the burn while Grant let out a holler.

“Alright, with that, we’re gonna go since Gareth is still on curfew from last time we stayed out too late,” Jeff teased, elbowing Gareth in the ribs.

“No way man, that was definitely your fault for making it sound like a war zone when I specifically said to be quiet and stealthy.” Gareth defended.

“Anyway it was really nice to meet you Y/N and thanks for coming out.” Jeff said, shaking your hand.

“Yeah and thanks for the shot!” Grant said laughing.

“You’re welcome! And it was really nice to meet you all as well.” you say.

“Catch you tomorrow Eddie!” they yell as they started to walk towards the back entrance. 

“You really liked the show?” Eddie asked, pulling out a bar stool for you, which you accept.

“Yes it was amazing Eddie. You’re a great songwriter and my favorite was your song about the concept of being alone without the feeling of loneliness. It’s something not a lot of people can understand; let alone put it into song,” you say. Eddie’s heart swelled hearing you talk about his music with such tenderness and care. 

“I just can’t believe you’re here. Like you actually showed up and you look hot by the way,” Eddie complimented. Your cheeks flared up more than normal and you smiled.

“Not so bad yourself Munson. You should wear those jeans more often” you note, the tequila taking over your brain to mouth control. Oh my god what am I even saying?

“I’ll do that just for you Princess.” he said, putting his hand back on the small of your back. Your heart beats faster at the notion and the new nickname. 

“Are you really that surprised I showed up? I did promise you I’d show up and I’m not one to break promises Edward.” you say using his legal name.

“Yeah I tend to forget that people are able to keep them considering my track record with them” Eddie said, heading elsewhere for a moment in his head.

“Let’s go outside. I think you could use some fresh air,” you state, getting up after a moment of silence.

“Yeah that sounds great.” Eddie said following you as you scooted your chair in, grabbed your purse and started towards the door. You saw Sherri shoot you a double thumbs up on your way out. You smile and blush at the gesture. You go out the doors and see Charlie talking to one of the regulars in the same spot you were in earlier. You pulled out a cigarette, putting it perfectly between your red lips before digging for your lighter. Before you can find it, you hear Eddie flick his lighter. You look up and smirk, leaning in for him to light it for you. You inhale and exhale, taking in the moment. You take a drag before offering it to Eddie, who happily accepts. You stare up at the full moon and think about all those legends you used to hear as a kid: it was made of stinky cheese, it had aliens, it was ruled by a goddess. That was your favorite variation: you imagined a beautiful, free goddess who relished in her powerful rock.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Eddie asked, seeing you deep in thought. You didn’t know how long you had been standing there but it felt amazing to be in the moonlight.

“The moon. It looks amazing tonight and the moon rays feel so calming. Like I just wanna dance in them ya know?” you say, taking the cigarette before going to a part that was drenched in the moonlight and start twirling to whatever song what in your head. Eddie watched you spin and twirl and dance like you were being freed by the moon. He was seeing you in a whole new light without you holding up any barriers or shutting down a topic. Your flannel spun out like a red and black skirt around you with each turn. The smoke from the cigarette made a gray aura around you and you looked like a dark ethereal witch and he was under your spell. A few minutes passed before you rejoined him, your walk much more clumsy and irregular as you stopped in front of him, stamping out your now dead cigarette. 

“How much did you drink?” Eddie asked, seeing you sway a bit even standing. You giggle at the question, feeling a lot more drunk after your performance.

“Three.” you say, a slight slur developing as you lifted three fingers to show. It took a lot of strength for Eddie not to laugh at your answer. 

“That’s not what I asked but thank you for counting. Is that 3 shots? 3 mixed drinks?” Eddie said with a laugh before his voice got serious.

“Two shots and a Sex on the Beach,” you announce proudly.

“Yeah that checks out. Come on let’s go to my van before we really start attracting a show” Eddie says, putting his hand on your back again, this time tighter to steady you.

“Okay. BYE CHARLIE I LOVE YOU” you holler in Eddie’s ear as you frantically wave to the door man, who chuckled and waved back yelling “Bye kiddo! Take good care of my girl Munson!”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Eddie groaned under his breath.

“Say what?” you ask him, looking at him innocently.

“To take care of you,” he says, “Not that I wouldn’t but it feels like everywhere I go with you, I’ve got someone in my ear saying that. First Harrington last week, now the door guy…”

“Whoa…whoa…what did Steve say?” you say interested.

“He said you’re fragile and you got hurt by some shithead last year. He asked me if you were another notch on my bedpost and how it’s his job to protect you. You’re not by the way. You’re something else entirely. I know I don’t want you hurt in any sense of the word and I will do everything in my power to not hurt you.” Eddie vowed. You almost wanted to cry. Steve told him about your breakup, not exact details but he told Eddie you went through something and you were pissed he was taking such a prehistoric He Man She Woman mentality to it. You needed to know more.

“What else was said Eds? When did this happen?” you ask, using a calm tone.

“Family Video. He said he thinks of you like a little sister and asked what my intentions were. That’s all” Eddie said. You wanted to facepalm. No wonder Eddie was acting differently. Because of everything after that Steve conversation.

“I dated Steve’s friend Rob from the basketball team. We were steady for a year, he was my first…everything. I mean he looked like everything I could want but the issue is I wasn’t: Misty Norwood was. I found out at last year’s Halloween party when I caught them in a shack together out back. I broke it off then as well as his hand, almost broke my hand too had it not been for Steve. He found me by the bonfire because he and Nancy got into the fight. We became friends that night,” you recall, thinking back to that weird night.

“You said you were by the bonfire that night. Were you a witch by chance?” Eddie asks, letting go of you to open the back of his van and getting in, blankets already on the floor that weren't covered by his instruments or an amp.

“Yeah I was. How did you–”

“I was the vampire on the other side of the fire.” Eddie said, grabbing his baggie of weed. Holy shit. It was him. It was him who checked your hand that night after you hit Rob in the nose. It was him who had given you a free joint to unwind from all the trauma. 

“How long did you know that was me?” you ask, taken aback.

“Tonight. It was the fishnet tights with the moon tattoo” Eddie pointing to the crescent moon on your ankle. You nod smiling.

“Well I guess I should thank you for that night now that I know who the knight in shining leather is.” you say getting in the van and closing the door behind you, finding a seat  in front of one of the amps. 

“It’s really nothing, Princess. He should just be glad you got him before I did because no man should ever make a pretty girl feel worthless or like garbage. You are awesome and I’m glad to be your friend,” Eddie said proudly as he ground up some weed between his fingers.

“I feel the same way about you Eds, especially the pretty girl part”” you say laughing at the end as he made a face.

“Hey!” he said, looking for something soft to throw at you. 

“No no don’t do it!” you say laughing as you cower up.

“Okay fine but it’s just because I have precious goods in my lap.” he said getting back on task. The sounds of cicadas filled the air, the occasional croak of a frog would sound off as well in the symphony of cricket chirps. You heard the flick of his lighter again and looked over at him, smiling. He was really so perfect and you knew any girl who would actually swoop him up would be treated properly but you hoped they would understand him and all his weird hobbies and interests. He handed you the joint and leaned up to the driver’s side, putting the key in and turning it where the music started playing, light Metallica playing in the background. You were beginning to long for those moments with Eddie: listening to metal, sharing a joint while being close to him. It was like the only moments of peace you would get throughout the week. You passed the joint back and forth for a while, talking about your paper for O’Donnell’s class before you looked down and realized the time was 12:47. Shit you had been here for like two hours in the van.

“Do you wanna smoke another?” Eddie offered

“Yes but no. I’ve gotta start heading home before too much later. We do have school tomorrow morning,” you say.

“Oh yes, our daily prison sentence you mean. I’ll drive you,” Eddie says, putting everything away.

“Very funny Eddie. I have to have my car so I’ll see you tomorrow,” you try but Eddie catches your wrist.

“Uh no. I don’t think so. A. You had 3 drinks and can’t walk a straight line to save your line right now. B. IF you get pulled over, you’re fucked because Powell and Callahan are in charge now since Hopper is dead.” Eddie says.

“Okay fine but how am I getting to school tomorrow morning? My mom will lose it if I tell her I left my car at the Hideout.” you ramble.

“I’ll come pick you up in the morning. We can get breakfast, go to school like normal and then I’ll take you to your car like nothing happened” Eddie said plainly. You thought about it for a minute and then nodded.

“But you have to tell Charlie because I know he’ll take care of my car.” you say handing him the keys. Eddie takes them and tells you to get in the front seat before he disappears out the back van door. You climb up to the passenger seat and note his leather jacket in the seat and put it on to warm yourself up while you play with the radio for a few minutes before settling on a rock station playing Sunshine of Your Love by Cream. You start playing air guitar and singing along, getting into it as Eddie opens the door, looking at you jamming out to a classic rock song in HIS jacket he noted. He got in the car and joined in, starting the car and backing out as the song ended and turned to another song. 

“So how do you take your coffee? You know for the morning so I can have it ready and shit?”

“Cream; two sugars.” you say smiling, “Has anyone ever told you you’re really pretty?”he cackled at your statement.

“You’re drunk Y/N”

“Yes but I’m also being serious. You’re pretty with your curls, your nice jaw and bone structure, your nice brown eyes, your interesting way of going about things. You’re pretty,” you concluded. Before Eddie could respond, you turned up the radio at the sound of KISS’ opening intro and immediately whistled along. Eddie had heard the song before but was now interested in the Y/N cover. 

“Tonight, I want to give it all to you In the darkness, there's so much I want to do And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet 'Cause girl, I was made for you And girl, you were made for me”

He was familiar with the song but was drawn into your voice and your dancing. He felt like you were singing to you and ONLY him. 

“I was made for lovin' you, baby; You were made for lovin' me And I can't get enough of you, baby Can you get enough of me?”

It took everything in Eddie not to pull over and kiss you. You were fucking perfect in this moment: singing along to rock ballads while playing the air guitar. He almost had to wonder if you really were made for loving him.

“Tonight, I want to see it in your eyes. Feel the magic, there's something that drives me wild. Tonight, we're gonna make it all come true 'Cause girl, you were made for me And girl, I was made for you.”

At this point, Eddie was bewitched by you. You were in your own world singing along to your song and dancing in your seat, hair going everywhere as you moved your head singing along so on the last few choruses, Eddie joined in harmonizing with you.

By the time the song ended, Eddie knew he had a thing for his new best friend: that she was made for loving him and he was made for loving her. The song turned to a Led Zeppelin song that you sang for the rest of the car ride to your house. He pulled up slowly to make sure not to wake the neighbors.

“We have arrived at your castle Princess.” Eddie said, putting the car in park.

“Thanks again for tonight Eddie. I really did have a blast tonight seeing you and meeting your friends,” you say smiling.

“You’re welcome, I’m so glad you came out and had a great time. I’ll be here at 7:30 okay?” Eddie asked as you dug for your key.

“Okay 7:30” you repeat, opening the car door.

“I’m honking my horn and coming in if you’re not ready” he warns

“Yeah okay sure Eds. Good night,” you say as you close the door and walk/stumble up to the door,, get your key in and unlock it, turning to see Eddie waiting on you and waving him goodbye as you close and lock the door. You pet Norm and let him out to the backyard to pee while you take off your boots and flannel. You notice you still have Eddie’s leather jacket and it smells just like him (cigarettes, weed, whatever cologne he uses). You let Norm in a few minutes later and you both head up to bed, turning off the lights as you go. You change out of your concert outfit into a soft shirt and shorts before wiping off your makeup. Once done, you finally lay down and smile to yourself, thinking about how Eddie called you princess, said nothing about you in his jacket and how you would be arriving at school together in front of everyone.

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Time And Time Again

Dream x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Basically a rundown of some of the most recent cute moments brought to you by the most adorable will-they-won’t-they couple: Y/N and Dream.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request, it really made my day when I received it! I hope I captured what you wanted and what you had in mind in the fic and I hope you enjoy the read! This is my first time writing for Dream so I hope I don’t mess it up hehe. Love, Vy ❤

“I don’t wanna go in the cave!“ Y/N squeals in terror when she realizes that in order to make progress in the game and continue moving onward with the story, she has to walk Blake through the dark, dingy and danger-ridden cave in Outlast 2. The gang’s all there with her on a Discord call to keep her company, knowing she’s a scaredy cat underneath that tough girl exterior. And being the scaredy cat she is while also having a preference for horror games has made Friday nights very interesting for her and her friends: her, Clay, George and Sapnap sit on a Discord server while she streams whatever horror game she had planned for the evening to her close to her thousands of viewers. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll come with you, imma hold your hand the whole time.“ Clay volunteers wholeheartedly without a second to waste.

Much to his disappointment, however, Y/N’s reply to that is: “Not until you go wash off all that cheeto dust that’s all over your fingers.“

Clay gasps dramatically, “How DARE you? I offer you help and comfort and this is the thanks I get? I hope one of those heretics in teaches you a lesson!”

While the pair are now in a full-on ‘heated’ dispute on their manners and politeness, bringing back things they did wrong as far back as three years ago, George and Sapnap are just connecting the dots silently.

“Wait, Y/N...“ George is the one to finally speak up, “How’d you know he’s eating cheetos?”

Taking a momentary break from the bickering, Y/N reassumes her more sweet tone of voice as he addresses him, “He freaking raided my cabinets and has eaten all my snacks already! He’s only been here for two hours, damn it!”

“Don’t make it sound like I inhaled a mountain of snacks in two hours! You literally had only two bags of snacks - meant for one person, mind you!“ Clay argues back, neither him nor Y/N realizing that this accidental outing will send their fandoms in a fit.

Of course, people hang out at their friends’ all the time, nothing weird there. This wouldn’t have been such a big deal to anyone if Sapnap didn’t say:

“How come Clay has the privilege of coming over to place and George and I don’t?“

Oh boy...

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“Hi everyone! I know you guys couldn’t care less for an intro so Imma get right into it...“ Y/N says, all seemingly in one breath, “You see this masked man next to me? This tree of a man right here? Yes? Good, well judging by that poorly made cardboard mask he’s wearing - curtsey of yours truly - you probably already know who he is. If not, meet Dream, aka Clay, aka the raincloud above my parade.“

That specific laugh echoes throughout the room as the said tree-of-a-man wraps an arm around the significantly smaller girl’s shoulders, pulling her closer till their sides collide, “She loves me, trust me, she does.”

“Only when you bring me food though.“ She corrects him, wiggling his shoulders to see if she could set herself free from his grip but relaxing in his embrace when she realizes she won’t be going anywhere unless he willingly lets her go.

Clay tilts his head to the side to look at her through the holes poked into the mask before lifting his free arm to reveal the plastic bag he’s been holding all this time. “Oh, well then I wonder what I’ve got over here...”

“Oh my God, Panda Express! You’re the best, Clay.“ She squeals, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him down while she simultaneously pushes up on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek which is a tiny bit exposed to her between the mask and the hood he’s got over his head.

Before the man could even recover, he finds himself empty handed, having lost the girl and having lost the bag of food to the girl.

That kiss was worth it though.

                                                             *  *  *

“Ok, so I’ve seen this ‘my girlfriend does my makeup’ challenge going around and since I’m single as all hell, I got my best friend Y/N here to do my makeup.“ Clay points to Y/N who’s holding a makeup bag in one hand and is giving him a very disappointed look, “Judging by the look on her face, she’s not at all impressed but I promise to make her a bit more excited to be here in editing.“

“Of course I’m unimpressed, this is the troll video of troll videos!“ She complains, throwing her arms up, “Sure I’ll do your makeup and get a kick out of it myself but none of them will see it!“ She points to the camera, “None of them will know what amazing makeup artist skills I’ve got.“

This leaves Clay speechless for a moment, uncertain of how to reply to her statement before just deciding to say: “Well, at least you’ll be getting a kick out of it, that’s all that matters to me.”

“Aww...“ Y/N bats her eyelashes at the camera as her bottom lip forms an emotional pout, “Please don’t be so sweet to me after I just verbally kicked your ass. You always do that and make me feel like the meanest person in the world.“

“Aww Y/N, I’m so sorry.“ He says, sounding genuinely apologetic as he wraps his arms around the girl that’s tiny in comparison to him, bringing her closer to him with his tight hug.

“YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN!“

                                                             *  *  *

“Hey Clay, I bought lunch on the way so I hope you’re-” Walking into her friend’s recording room abruptly, Y/N finds herself face to face with his webcam, the light next to which is glowing, suggesting the device is on and she’s currently on the screens of the thousands of people watching Dream’s stream. His mask is on - the one she made for him - of course, but she can still feel the aura of him smiling, relieving her of the worry that he’ll be irritated by her walking in like that - unannounced and without knocking. To be fair, they never announced to one another when they’d be stopping by and by this point in their friendship they have also stopped knocking too. “You’re streaming, huh?”

“Yup!“ The word is said in such a teasing manner she almost allows herself to blush, “What you got there tho?“

“Chipotle.“ She answers shortly, “And I’m starving so can we please turn your stream into a Mukbang?“ She furrows her brows as she inspects what’s on his computer screen, looking at a comment section instead of the usual screen of a game she’s used to seeing. “What are you doing, anyway?“

Looking back at his screen for a brief moment before turning back to her, Clay replies, “Oh, just reading mean comments, as one does to boost their self-esteem.”

The flash of anger he sees on Y/N’s face is most certainly not what he was inspecting to see. Mockery, yes. Humor, yes. Faux sympathy followed by some mean comments of her own, definitely. But he anger he did not see coming at all.

“Who’s talking shit about you? I’ll end them!“ Putting the plastic bag of delicious food aside, forgetting all about it in the process, Y/N grabs a chair and drags it over next to Clay’s so she too can look at his screen.

And that boy has never felt so much adoration for his best friend. Their fans - and especially their shippers - would’ve lost it if they had been able to see the look he was giving her.

                                                             *  *  *

(back to the ‘girlfriend/best friend does my makeup vid’)

“Ok, so what kind of look do you want me to give you?“ Y/N asks as she sits down on the stool in front of Clay, her makeup products placed on the dining table which is to her right.

“You ask me as though I know what I want.“ Clay laughs, the sticker of his mask floating above his face, following his movements as to keep his features hidden, “Just do the look you do on yourself everyday. It looks really cute on you, who knows, I might be able to pull it off too.“

“Sure thing.“ She smiles at her friend’s compliment, “Just stand still, ok?“

“Yes, ma’am.“

                                                            *  *  *

“Y/N, no! Stop!“ Clay warns her via the Discord call while the two are streaming Minecraft together alone for once, “Not another word!“

“But I really do feel bad!“ Y/N whines in response, “Why don’t you allow me to apologize?“

“Because there’s nothing to apologize for!“ He says, clearly done with the conversation, “I willingly gave you my jacket, you didn’t ask for it.“

“And now you’ve got a cold because of it!“ She continues arguing her case, “The least I can do is come over to take care of you.“

“I don’t need a pity nurse, thank you very much.“ Clay bites back, “But your company would be nice. Though I don’t want you to catch whatever cold I have.“

“I’d catch any cold for you, Clay.“ She replies teasingly - with a ton of honesty underneath that teasing.

Honesty both her and Clay are aware of. As well as the mob of people watching their streams right now.

                                                             ~  ~  ~ And so the snowball effect continues with little moments sprinkled throughout their online presences that make the snowball of shipping get bigger and bigger. Every now and then, both Y/N and Clay let little bits of their true adoration and admiration for the other slip through. And time and time again do those moments send their fans in a frenzy. 

Rightfully so.

@kia-isabelle

[erwinsvow]

𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

note: part two to the college headcanons! part one can be found here! i had a lot of fun writing these and i hope everyone enjoys them :) teacher/student dynamic warning for zeke and hange's, and i guess bullying for annie's :/

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

the very definition of kind-hearted frat boy who doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been assigned at all

starts off with accounting before realizing he hates math, moves into business management and marketing

the linkedin profile is absolutely popping, 500+ connections and details about every club and organization he’s ever been a part of

the friend that helps everyone find internships and fixes their resumes while offering helpful advice and not being condescending… anyways so that’s how you meet porco

he works at the career center 100% and does various coaching/prep help, and you, pieck’s friend, are in desperate need of an internship

so you’re complaining to your friend as usual, when she tells you to stop by the building and ask for a “pock”

so you do just that, walking in and asking for “pock” and porco is a little stunned by this pretty stranger calling him by a nickname reserved for his close friends, and even then he just barely tolerates it

but he doesn’t want to correct you, especially since you’re being so sweet and he can tell you need some help

so a meeting at the career center slowly turns into facetime calls to review applications and last-minute edits, stopping by your dorm to help you fill out paperwork and walking together to mail it out

i have a feeling porco doesn’t wanna be too forward, and he thinks he’s being very aloof and casual, when he really just seems oblivious

and you cannot tell for the life of you if he likes you or he’s just being friendly since you’re close with pieck

finally after you land the internship and won't have your normal excuse to spend time with him, you get the guts you've been searching for

you tell him about the position later in the day, stopping by the center for hopefully the last time

"by the way, my number's on my resume if you're ever gonna ask me out."

leaves pocky-boy flustered and red and scrambling to ask you out, and you have been happily dating since

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

oh boy

conny is a very typical college kid in the sense that he will sleep through every 8 am class he has, blow off class to go wait in line for the nacho bar, and has adopted the mantra ‘c’s get degrees’

but he is an extremely lovable education major with a focus in history

rarely seen without his shadow sasha, but now that she started dating niccolo, she thinks that conny could use a relationship too, and that it might do him some good to be with a funny, down-to-earth person

thus begins the most grueling two weeks for every girl on campus, as sasha hunts down girls that she thinks would be a good match for her best friend

this includes airdropping a photo of conny to the lecture hall with the caption “would you date this man? serious inquiries only”

creates a fake tinder complete with a google form to narrow down the options

however, none of this is necessary because sasha bumps into you in the smoothie line and causes your triple berry blend to go flying

she helps you clean up and idle conversation leads to you talking about dates and so forth

“well, i’d love to set you up with my best friend? how do you feel about a blind date?”

yes, conny met you, the love of his life, on a blind date set up by sasha with a stranger

it’s one of those funny stories that people don’t believe when you tell them, because how ridiculous is that, but you both think it’s perfect since you get along so well and it made all the waiting worth it

bonus: double dates with sasha and niccolo! fondue night at their apartment, going to the arcade and having to lug up sasha and her food baby while niccolo parks the car, just overall a grand time :)

𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

zeke yeager, ph.d. started his new job at university with one rule in mind: absolutely no illicit affairs

he also coaches the club baseball team, because why not get involved on your campus

he really believes that he’s gonna stick with it too, despite the overwhelming number of students who come to his office hours with questions that his less handsome teaching assistants could answer

but no, he doesn’t want to earn a reputation as that professor, and so he heads into the new semester with absolutely no lingering thoughts of an exciting little dalliance to get him through the monotonous days

he knows his huge lecture classes would always come with a few pretty students, but it’s the smaller, upper-level psych class he’s teaching when he meets you for the first time

zeke has you all figured out, or so he thinks. sitting in the front row, raising your hand for questions he wasn’t expecting anyone to actually have an answer to, neatly handwritten notes in a color-coded notebook. he wouldn’t peg you for the type to jump and take the risk by starting a relationship with a professor.

but he soon realizes that he didn’t have you as figured out as he thought he did.

you avoid the gaggle of freshmen during office hours by scheduling meetings instead, sometimes right before class, coming to him with two cups of coffee and a wide smile that actually had him fooled into thinking you were here for academic reasons

this facade quickly fades though, because after a semester of interactions with you and getting more and more comfortable with each other, to the point where coffee orders are memorized and it’s zeke rather than professor yeager, you’ve had just about enough

he knows he’s fucked when you come visit him at practice for the baseball team, bringing him a drink and engaging in conversation while the players watch their coach flirt with you

he’s especially fucked when he realizes he’s looking forward to practice just because there’s a chance you’ll stop by on your way to your next class

you submit your final paper early, nearly a week before it’s due and of course the first in the class to do so, and waltz into his office the next day with another steaming cup of his favorite drink

“you submitted your paper pretty early, you know.”

“i know. i also know that it means i’m not your student anymore, so if you were going to make a move, now’s the time.”

no, he definitely had underestimated how much he knew about you.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

mikasa is a forensic sciences major and is still debating on the minor- she’s torn between criminal justice or history like armin.

she loves her major classes, but she just wants something else interesting to look forward to as well, so armin suggests sitting in on a couple classes early in the semester and getting a taste for it.

so you don’t really think twice when she claims the empty seat next to you on the first day of classes, smiling politely and paying attention to the professor. you do notice, however, that she’s not writing anything down or looking at the syllabus, leading you to strike a conversation on why that is.

she explains herself and then before you even know it, the lecture ends and you spent the last forty minutes talking to mikasa about anything and everything.

she’s sitting in on another class tomorrow, and absent mindedly invites you to come along, to which you agree all too quickly, because why wouldn’t you

numbers are exchanged, times are fixed, and mikasa leaves wondering why she’s so excited at the idea of sitting with you in class again.

you two hate the history class she had chosen, with the professor droning on and on and you being focused entirely on the conversation you’re having with mikasa

until the professor kicks the two of you out for not shutting up, that is

you’re both laughing hysterically once you reach the hallway

“i’m gonna have to discourage you from doing that history minor if that’s what all the classes are like.”

“well, i have to do criminal justice so we can have that class together, anyways.”

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

true to form, annie goes into one of the most difficult majors: cheg. definitely flies through intro courses with straight As and minimal effort, but that’s also mostly because all she and bertholdt do is study

reiner tries his hardest to get her to go to a party every once in a while, but usually to no avail because she always has an exam to study for

you’re a tutor, and honestly, you’d say you were pretty good at your job. you can answer questions and explain reasonings fairly well to confused students. but when annie comes to your office hours with some complicated problems and she’s asking for explanations that you just don’t have, you literally feel your face burn with heat for the entirety of the time she’s there

long story short, your first encounter is embarrassing, to say the least. you’re stumbling over words as you try to look through your old notes and piece together an answer for annie, who you cannot even look in the eyes.

anyways, she leaves eventually and you want a hole to open in the ground and swallow you up, but at least she won’t be back next week, right?

wrong.

miss leonhart doesn’t know how to express her feelings any better than you, so her way of flirting is spending time with you in the tutor center as you fail to answer her questions time and time again

you want to scream at her to stop coming because she and you both know you’re not helping either of you with this

but also you really don’t want her to stop coming because you don’t have any other ways to see her outside of class

both of you reach your wit’s end on the same day, her coming to you with the absolute easiest problems she could find in the textbook, and you with every intention of asking her out to dinner

she opens her book, and you reach and close it quickly

“unless this is the only way you know how to flirt, something has to change now.”

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞

dr. zoë teaches, just, way too many classes

we’re talking multiple chemistry labs and upper-level research courses as well

you’re just a ph.d. student doing rotations as per usual, and you’ve heard the comments from students senior to you about dr. zoë, who makes every student in rotation say hange instead of the formal way you’re used to

you’ve heard everything from crazy to genius and everything in between

what you weren’t expecting was… so good looking, and young? and comforting? and talking about all the things that you didn’t have the guts to bring up with other people, like how you always feel a little left out in the field and that you think no one cares about your research interests that much—a lot of stuff that you find yourself pouring out to hange on your very first day in the lab

you’re wondering why it’s so easy to talk to them, and why none of the other rotations ever felt this comfortable

and then you realize you’re spilling your guts to someone who probably doesn’t even care, and has way more to deal with on their plate than a ph.d. student with imposter syndrome

so you’re apologizing right after you’ve finished, when you’re met with the warmest look and a reassuring hand on your shoulder

it’s so easy to fall after that, with weekly meetings and regular check-ins, and you know it’s wrong to have this strange crush on your superior, but hange really feels like the one person you can count on here

you hide the crush in favor of getting the mentorship you desperately think you need, but it’s not long until you’re onto the next rotation and the next lab’s work is even closer to the stuff you love

you hate the way you feel, that you’re not gonna have any reason to keep in touch and you never even got to explain how you feel about them—and that you didn’t even get to experience hange’s energy because she was always listening and helping you out

it’s not until you get a text the night before your first day in the new lab from hange, filled with reassuring words and asking for a coffee date later in the week to talk about how it goes, that you realize just how well hange understood you

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

last but not least, miss pieck is double majoring in french and public health

absolutely obsessed with her majors and loves the subjects, but works herself to death to keep up with it all

you don’t even realize that the pretty, studious girl you’re seeing in the library all the time is the same girl you spot with some of your friends from class

pieck is as oblivious as they come. you invite her on study dates after you two are introduced by reiner, invite her to get coffee after a particularly late night of studying, pretty much start spending most of your days together

you can’t help but be disappointed that pieck doesn’t see you in that way, because you’ve slowly been falling head over heels, but you accept that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, and you still love the friendship you two have

it takes a while for things to click for pieck, but they do right as the semester eases up

once exams are over, you two decide to go to these famous parties porco and reiner never stop talking about

it’s not the usual scene you’re comfortable with, but what’s wrong with letting loose a little, especially after midterms? no harm in having fun, right?

wrong again! you definitely get plastered way too quickly, and eventually pieck takes you to a room to settle down

drunk confessions of love aren’t usually the way to go, but you can’t help but reveal everything you’ve been feeling for the last few months when pieck is taking care of you in your current state

you definitely wake up hungover and ignorant to last night’s shenanigans, but you’re in your dorm, with a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, phone plugged in and shoes off

pieck comes back with breakfast, coffee and your favorite pastries, and checks up on you

“so.. about last night..”

“i’m so sorry, did i throw up on you?”

“no, but you did say you were in love with me. was that just a drunk thing, or is it a sober thing too? because i think i’m in love with you too.”

[phoenixyfriend]

Yet Another Karin Time-Travel Concept: Trauma Teen Edition

Listen I came up with two Karin-focus time-travel fic ideas today, you’re getting the one that isn’t a total shitpost.

Late-canon Karin, age seventeen. Traumatized AF, mixed loyalties, angry at the world and not in great shape to like... do things with a reason. Like, she does what she wants, but she's not exactly doing them with any goals in mind except maybe "helping Sasuke." By the time the Fourth War is happening, she's kinda just getting buffeted around by S-ranks and clinging to sanity and some tiny bit of freedom by her teeth.

I mean, she breaks out of jail, but then runs right into Sasuke and his intro to philosophy class with the dead Hokage so

ANYWAY

For various handwave reasons, she gets chucked back in time, arriving some time between the Uchiha Massacre and main cast graduation. Let's say when Naruto's gen is about nine.

She doesn't actually know when or where she is at first, is kinda Fucked Up about how there is no longer a raging war around her, and so she sits down and meditates and finds that:

1. Sasuke is in Konoha and feels Young and Angry. 2. The Sandaime Hokage is??? Alive????? 3. There's a shade of her own chakra in Grass. The kind of "this person died in the last hour" ghost of a presence. Freaky!

She realizes the Approximate Date based on the fact that Sasuke is Baby and there's no Uchiha Clan, and like. She. Doesn't know what to do.

She doesn't want to go back to Grass, especially as the time travel apparently killed her younger self.

She doesn't want to go to Oto, because, uhhhhhhhh, fuck that.

So... this Sasuke hasn't tried to kill her yet? Hasn't saved her baby self either, but she's still vaguely fond of Sasuke and it's not like she can blame The Brat Version for his teen counterpart's bullshit. Also apparently she's an Uzumaki and the only Uzumaki she knows about is in Konoha? So. Like.

She goes to Konoha.

(IDK if she already knew she was an Uzumaki or not. It doesn’t really matter.)

She introduces herself as an Uzumaki, submits herself to the blood tests, lies about like... everything. Because Karin, but also because time-travel.

After a few months of Keeping An Eye On Her they let her meet Naruto, who's ecstatic to have family, and they move in together because fuck it, makes more sense than most things!

But uh. Karin.

Karin is Not Okay, as a person.

So there's a careful balancing act going on where Naruto is trying to figure out if she hates him or if she's just like that because Karin is. Very angry. At everyone and everything. And mourning. And just. She's fucked up.

She's always been a little fucked up but now it's worse.

No friends, a single child she barely knows as family, a job she's decent at but doesn't particularly love (they put her in the hospital labs, doing chem or bio testing of some sort), and at one point Naruto just asks if she hates him?

And she says "No, I just... I just hate everything, kid."

Naruto's like "Uhhhhh that sounds bad" and asks Hiruzen and Iruka for advice. They don't have anything particularly helpful. I’m sure Iruka tries.

IDK where I'd go with this long term beyond "Karin ends up running into Anko and (part of) the truth comes spilling out, because fucking medical malpractice" and "at one point Danzo decides to recruit her and she manages to fuck around enough to expose him and/or goads him into attacking her personally and in defending herself, manages to get him to turn himself into a tree, which she isn't even responsible for."

Also at some point she gets actual help and forms a healthier family relationship with Naruto instead of him being like "I wanna help her but I don't think I'm enough" because she's... idk probably bipolar? I'd have to work out the correct diagnosis for the related symptoms.

I'd have to pad out the interpersonal stuff so she's not like... 100% alone

Tfw you finally have family but she's a heavily traumatized former fugitive at risk of developing harmful coping mechanisms like self-harm or substance abuse

(Right okay: one of my headcanons is that Uzumaki have a genetic predisposition to addiction, inspired by Tsunade being... herself.)

[mrs-nate-humphrey]

Any fics which feature Milo as a character and look at his connection to Dan go in here. Basically, if you feel like Dan being Milo's parent makes more sense than Georgie being Milo's parent, or if you're just angsty about it. All fics don't need Dan to be a character, but all fics SHOULD have Milo in them (the collection is named Milofic for a reason, haha.)

Types of fic that can feature Milo without Dan, to meet criteria: Milo and his Aunt Jenny, Milo & Rufus, Milo & his godmother Vanessa, Milo Sparks trying to find his dad and researching Dan Humphrey, etc.

ABOUT & FAQ under the cut (or you can click on the link to go to the ao3 page with the Intro & FAQ.) 

ABOUT:

If you're wondering WHAT this is, everything's already in the brief description. If you're wondering WHY I made this:

reboot!Milo is not my friend, you guys. I had some super specific headcanons about Milo, and from what I've heard about Reboot!Milo, he is very much not what I wanted to see. And apparently I'm not alone, based off the conversations I've been having with some of my friends & some anons on tumblr! So I figured why not have a collection for people who are still not over GG(2007)'s 4x01, 4x02, 4x03 Milo plotlines. That way, even if the Milo tag gets filled up with reboot!Milo or 'Georgie's son Milo' we have a space where we can be emotional over Dan & Milo.

Think of this as some sort of anthology, a collection of Milofic written by people who love dad!Dan. Or well, nothing so formal. But think of this collection as the common thread that links all our fics, and keeps them together. Like a designated shelf in the library for a specific genre.

FAQ:

Can I add my Milofic to the collection? YES. As long as it's got some kind of connection to Dan, or Humphrey family feels/ etc, you can put it in here. Any length is fine, any language is also fine. The collection is unmoderated, which means your request will be automatically approved. I will read everything, though, and if your fic does not fit what this collection is for, I will remove it. So don't put anything & everything under the sun in here, I'm checking :'))

I don't know who you are, Ivy; I don't follow you on tumblr or anything. Can I still participate? PLEASE. I'm just the person with the post-it sticky notes. You don't need to know me or be my friend to participate. Just add your work to the Milofic collection.)

Can you edit my work if I add it to the collection? No. I cannot. I can only edit your work if you add me as a co-author; and if you do send me a co-author request, unless we've discussed this before, I will reject your request because I'm not comfortable doing that without some kind of discussion, first. So rest assured, even if you add your work to a collection, it's still yours! You don't lose ownership over it at all.

I've heard that collection owners can make works Anonymous or Unrevealed. Will you do that to my work? No. Absolutely not, at any point. I wanna showcase your work so it's easy to find, I want people to find you as a writer. You have my word, I promise. That said, if you're still uncertain, or if you add your work and want to remove it later, it's very easy to remove your work from a collection. Here is how; it's the second subtopic here. If you want to remove your work from a collection, the collection owner can't stop you, to the best of my knowledge.

Why don't you just bookmark the work to the collection? When something is added to a collection, it shows under the Additional Tags when you open a work, so our Milofics will be linked that way. If someone wants to go on a Milofic binge read of Milo Humphrey fics and not Milo Sparks fics, your work will link back to the collection, right under your additional tags (so it won't take space in your work / clog up your own authors notes, etc.) Basically, remember how I said it's like a way of grouping our fics together, like an anthology or common library shelf or something? Adding it to the collection makes that common thread exist.  THAT SAID. If you're really and truly uncomfortable with having your work IN the collection & would rather it be bookmarked, that's totally valid. Feel free to let me know!

Ivy, I wanna add Milofic as you've defined it to the collection, but I liked reboot!Milo and would like to characterise him that way. That's fine! Just tag your work appropriately (put it in the Gossip Girl 2021 fandom tag, or if not applicable, add an additional tag that says "reboot!Milo characterisation" or something along those lines), since this fic collection exists for those of us who wanted to separate reboot!Milo and gg2007!Milo.

[astrological-lovebug]

Alter Q&A !!

Heya everyone !! As you may know, I'm a system. A brief explanation for those who don't know ; a system is a term for those with D.I.D, O.S.D.D and variants ! It's a term for those with alters (I call them brain buddies;;) you can learn more about D.I.D with a quick Google search!

Now onto the point. My alters have been wanting to do a q&a for ages !! And I figured this would be a nice account to do it on. All of them put their introductions in drafts and the ones that want to speak have done so. Under the cut are our intros and our boundaries!! Love love!!

(And the rules! I'll be tagging my friends for promos on this. But !! NO nsfw questions, please !! Some of the alters are adults but we wanna keep this blog as swf as possible. Don't be too personal with the questions either, but other than that, go wild !!) {picrew link}

Astro / Buki -

That's me!! I run this blog !! I'm the host and I go by all pronouns but he/him is preferred. I try to be as kind as I can be,,!! I'm 15 years old and I age with the body, though the body isn't the same age as me, if that makes sense !! I age on October 31st just like the body. Halloween birthday :uwaa:!! I've got ADHD (the system collectively does) and I've also got really bad social anxiety. Being online feels safer for me,,, nd yeah !! I hope to make many many friends <3

Kouhaku -

yo!! the name's kouhaku. he/fuck pronounz baybee....... im like. the best alter here el oh el i don't rlly post on tumblr alot bc being here makez me da big uncomfy but ill make a lil exception 2 answer questionz! im 15-17 (age slider baybee) and im horrible ♡ but at the same time im da best and you should totez worship me (/j) im a protector !!

Persephone -

My name is Persephone . She / Her is heavily preferred , but they / them is tolerable . I ' m sixteen , and a gatekeeper . There ' s not much to note about me . . I ' m quite boring . .

Lilith -

..i'm lilith. vampirekin. my age is.. complicated.. so i just say i'm seventeen.. uhm.. there's not much to say about me either.. sorry.. she/her is fine..

Solas -

The name's Solas. Um.. I'm seventeen, and I'm one of the trauma holders. They/Them pronouns, please.. I'm best friends with Yuri and in a queer-platonic relationship with Kouhaku. I deeply hope we can get along.

Alpha -

Yo!! Dude!! Hey! My name's Alpha. I'm the coolest one here actually and Kouhaku is a fraud 😾 Cancel Kouhaku 2021. Neways, He/They for me. Why choose one set of pronouns when I can be a funky lil demiboy with no life?

Veruca -

my name's veruca. he/him or die <3 i'm lilith's brother and if you fuck with them i guarantee i'll put you through hell. anyways, i'm nice enough. i'm immortal and my age translated to human numbers is really complicated so i'll skip that over in the entirety,, don't listen to kouhaku everything he says is a lie /j

Yuri -

My name is Yuri. They/Them. I'm the protector. 23 years old and I'm working on my manners.. there isn't much to say about me. I do hope we can get along.

Alaska -

hii hii!!!!! heya!! hellooo :)) my name's alaska! he/him please! i'm an age slider and i wanna be a paramedic someday; med school is on the way as well. i'm the main co-host these days, honestly! i can't wait to meet you guys :))!!

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