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calcifersfireplaceao3-moved · 2 years

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Ronance drabble, pre-relationship, fluff

Rated: general audience

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"You're totally lost, aren't you."

"No, no, I've got this, we've got this. It's just baking, how hard could it be."

"I didn't know you baked." Mike says flatly from the doorway. The Wheeler's kitchen has been taken over, Mrs. Wheeler shooed away with reassurances that it would remain intact, leaving the two of them standing in front of the open cookbook like they're facing another doorway to hell.

"I… can." Nancy says, chin jutted out in stubbornness and pride. "I just don't do it often."

Mike scoffs and laughs once in that mean sibling way and leaves.

"Seriously, we got this. How hard can it be, I've got a C-plus in home-ec, I'm sure your grade is much higher, we're gonna crush this cake thing-" Robin tries to reassure Nancy who only looks slightly pained at the word vomit Robin is spewing everywhere.

Pencil in hand and scratch paper at the ready like the A+ student she is, Nancy is dissecting the recipe book carefully propped up on the counter.

"I'll bet baking is just like languages-" Nancy finally looks up in bewilderment. Delighted at getting the reaction she wanted, Robin keeps the quickly forming and very shaky theory flowing, "it's mostly about confidence, you just gotta-" She punches her palm with her other fist for emphasis, "go for it."

Nancy laughs and Robin could cheer, she counts each begrudging smile, each startled laugh towards her own secret tally of success. With one last laugh of defeat Nancy backs away from the counter, gesturing to the book and the scattered ingredients before putting her hands on her hips to watch with a smile still lingering on her lips. "Okay, okay! We'll do it your way. It was your idea, if it turns into a total disaster I'm telling Steve I had no part in this."

"Ahhh, but he knows you'd never let me near a hot stove by myself." Nancy sighs and makes a noise of agreement, leaning back on the counter to watch.

"Which is why I'm assuming we're doing this here then? Your parents won't let you use the oven?"

"Maybe. Not the point. The point is it's our dear friend's birthday."

"Why do you…" Nancy bites her lip, her fingers tightening their grip on her folded arms watching Robin trying to fish out eggshells with first one then both hands, the urge to take over and fix things clearly becoming harder and harder to fight. "Why do you care so much about this?"

"Well," Robin's big secret is out, though Nancy had never had a direct conversation with her about it. Just nodded slowly and assured Robin it was okay and that she wasn't uncomfortable. "It's not to get him to like-like me." Robin jokes.

"But, you know, he's kind of my first real friend, or at least the first friend that mattered. And I thought, hey, birthdays are a big thing! But turns out his parents just skip town and leave him money to throw a party or leave some huge gift he doesn't even want. So birthdays kind of suck for him, but I was thinking maybe something from us wouldn't suck so bad."

Robin finishes her sentence and her breath and holds up the rogue eggshell in triumph. Nancy nods like she can follow the train of logic well enough, wincing as Robin wipes her fingertips on her jeans. She keeps quiet while watching the human hurricane that is Robin multitasking while she measures and pours and talks. Nancy doesn't seem to really mind her rambling this time, letting her do her thing without interruption.

Only when the mixing bowl makes its way precariously to the edge with Robin's wild elbows and self-admitted poor coordination spelling imminent disaster does Nancy step in. Catching Robin by the waist to pull her aside and grab the prized kitchenware with the other, Nancy sets things to right in her quick and efficient way.

"Wow, a real hero and a baking hero? Nancy Wheeler, me and this cake and maybe Steve thank you." Robin's voice is very high and she laughs once to herself about how aware she is that Nancy's arm is still firm around her waist. It's hard not to have a crush on Nancy, almost everyone who knows her does, and since Robin would very much like to still be friends with this very cool girl she's doing her damn best to keep that crush to herself.

Nancy smiles her tight-lipped smile, pushing the bowl far away from danger, then seems to notice how close she still is and pulls away with a quiet "sorry", clearing her throat and Robin swears to any god that there might be a faint tinge of pink in her cheeks.

#ronance #stranger things #stranger things 4 #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin/nancy #my writing #it was my original idea for a prompt that i couldnt get to fit but liked enough to keep

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om-headcanon · 4 years

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imagine several months have passed since the exchange program, the bros are asked by diavolo to go to the human world and investigate a rumor about a demon unlawfully making humans fall into temptation. how would they react when the find out that the perpetrator was mc, who used to be human? (make it angsty and extra painful please and thank you, i lov ur headcanons)

hey!! honestly i kinda struggled trying to figure out how i should make this ~super angsty~ and i was slightly confused in how to interpret this prompt, so i hope my interpretation is satisfactory! this is such a clever prompt, thank you! (and thank you for supporting me!!)

[for this headcanon, lets assume that upon turning into a demon, its hard for mc to access memories from being human... and that their demon form isnt as human as the brothers. also i didnt know how dark you wanted it but tw for blood and death/violence descriptions!]

lucifer

with trust, diavolo sends his best companion to investigate the mystery

he studies the day before on recent locations to get an idea of where this demon might be

he leaves the house early next morning heading to the last known location of the demon

it stood as if it were searching for yet another victim to tempt, and lucifer decided to make it known of his presence

“there is no way i, lucifer, could lose to something you, so maybe itd be wise to admit youve lost”

but allowing the demon to hear his name was a mistake, as it screaming his name sent him flying an acre

the only time he has ever felt power that strong was from your pact

it became very clear to him that not only you were the corrupted demon that stood before him, but also the pact you two shared was not tainted

lucy knew he was at an unfair disadvantage, but his pride couldnt let him flea

“end me right here if you must, mc, but at least ill die fighting”

mammon

hes terrified, but since lucifer is busy, he decided to handle it for him

he sent a few of his crow familiars to investigate where the demon was last, and proceeded to go to that location

“hey, uh, i dont think its wise for ya to be tempting humans, yanno”

upon meeting, he realises theres something off... he almost feels connected to it

but he decides to ignore the feeling

until he notices the demon wearing a ring he once gave you

mammon knew you felt familiar

but he learned fairly quickly the familiarity wasnt mutual when the demon punched his chest hard enough to shatter some ribs

you didnt care enough to fight him any more, and for some reason, that hurt him more

“i thought youd be the one to never hurt me”

leviathan

originally he didnt want to go, but then he realised this could be like a video game where you kill demons but in real life

that made him quite excited

in fact, he has a game like that (not shocking) and so he believed his experience could come to use

he used methods he learned from the game

levi left a trail of common human items to lure the demon to where he was

it was quite successful but not in the way he planned, as the demon stood behind him snarling

“woaaah- ah... wait...”

he noticed the demon wearing what resembled a ruri chan friendship bracelet he made for mc

he held its hand to get a better view and ensure thats really what it was

“mc... that cant be you in there...”

the demon pulled away from him abruptly and ended up slinging levi 20 feet across the ground

he couldnt tell what hurt more... his back from the impact, or the fact he lost his only friend

satan

hes way too excited about this

he gets to be a detective AND punish the demon in question once he finds them? this is like a dream to him

it shouldnt be difficult because theres no way he could lose a fight being one of the most powerful demons

satan follows a trail of footsteps that seem to accurately match the descriptor diavolo gave him

to his surprise, the demon was already there

satan feels as if hes solved the case, but he still has to take the demon back to custody

“look, sorry but im going to have to kill you. if you want, you can cause trouble and make this more fun for me when i torture you.”

the demon turns to his direction and he sees a faded pact mark of his on skin that used to be human

“no...”

satan tried backed away but the demon managed to pierce through his stomach with its finger

hes never once shown any hostility towards you... but he now knows youre really not you anymore

and as he lay on the ground coughing up blood, he regrets showing peace

asmodeus

he really doesnt want to do this, but because asmo is capable of charming, diavolo thought hed be the best fit for this expedition

all of the reports regarding the demon making humans fall into their temptation were from the same location, so he heads there

he sits on a curb in the near vicinity waiting for any sign of movement

when he hears the sound of growls approaching, asmo puts down the majolish magazine he was reading and gets up with a smile

“wow, a fiesty one are you! we cant have you causing more damage so if youd just look into my eyes, thatd be wonderful!”

asmos smile falls when he notes how familiar those eyes are

“mc...? i- how? how did this-“

with no effort, you slash his chest with your claws and he falls onto the ground bleeding

he never could charm you, could he...

beelzebub

because of beels excessive strength, diavolo thought sending him to handle the demon would be best

he packs a good 125 snacks to take with him

he laughed to himself on the way, thinking about how the last time he willingly walked into a battle was the war

“oh-“

lost in his daydream, he ended up walking into the demon he was looking for

the smell was all too familiar, and he quickly made the connection regarding who this demon was

“mc! i missed you so much”

almost as if he forgot the circumstances, he tried to hold you in a hug

the demon reacted suddenly and aggressively, throwing beel to the ground

he would have taken more damage if he didnt offer some of his food as a peace offering

regardless, the blow to the back didnt hurt as much as his heart did watching all that was left of both his sister and you walk away forever

belphegor

the only reason he went through with investigating was to satisfy his own curiosity, not because diavolo wanted him too

he went to the human world himself to the location of the last known incident and waited

he walked around a bit before he saw a demon sleeping on the curb

one thing about belphie is he always remembers how someone looks when they sleep

“theres no way this is mc...”

belphies voice startled the demon awake and it started fighting as a result, puncturing his chest and leading him to fall to the ground

“i killed you once and ill kill you again if i have to!”

thats something he never thought hed say and his eyes water as his heart aches knowing the one he once loved stands in front of him like this

blood rushing out his heart, he decides to use his twin telepathy one last time

“goodbye, beel...”

#ahhh not my best >:#sorry this took so long!#ive been having trouble focusing #i hope that was alright?#im sorry if this isnt what you intended in your prompt!!#obey me #obey me headcanon #lucifer headcanon #belphie headcanon #mammon headcanon #beel headcanon #asmo headcanon #satan headcanon #levi headcanon

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isobel-thorm · 5 years

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Author Interview

(lol remember when I said I would do this when I was bleaching my hair and then I couldnt see shit so I quit? WHOOPS)

Tagged by @starsandskies @seedlingsinner @amistrio @troyebakers. Look Ma, I’m popular.

Name: Sarah

Fandoms: Far Cry 5, Marvel, kinda sorta Star Wars?, Van Helsing, 3:!0 to Yuma, LA Noire, Fable, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Leverage, Longmire, White Collar, Sleepy Hollow. There are more but that’s all y’all are getting lately. Too many to list.

Where You Post: Here, AO3, and... well, I haven’t touched it in months but I still have my page up on fanfiction.net.

Most Popular One-Shot: On AO3: Technically it was Between and Tree and a Hard Place before I added to it, but going by single-chapter stuff now: Her Scientific Method. On Fanfiction: Save Your First Prom For Me. Using the AO3 link because nowadays looking at ff.net’s formatting makes my eyes bleed, I hate it so much.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: On AO3: New Divide On Fanfiction: 2B and Not 2B

Favourite Story You Wrote: I’ve said it before, as news to no one, it’s New Divide.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Also New Divide. Basically when the game came out and I finished up the Valley, my theory got proven wrong so the writing bug bit, I went in fully expecting there to be a million “Joseph does boot John out of Eden for failing” fics. I expected it to be the biggest trope. So even if I had checked like... hourly and had a feeling I was going to be the first one who wrote something like that, there was some sneaking suspicion that the second I hit “post” there were going to be twenty others with that idea and I’d be accused of copying.

How You Choose Your Titles: 20% of the time they’re wordplay/a common phrase slightly changed into a joke, 80% it’s named after a song that fit the story the most in my head. Complete: On AO3: 20/37 On Fanfiction: oh god don’t make me look aahhh 16/24. I could’ve sworn there were more. Maybe Past Me was ruthless and deleted a bunch.

In-complete: AO3: 17/37 FF: 8/24

Do You Outline: Occasionally I do. I outlined the original New Divide pre-that silent communication scene/before I overhauled everything, so you can see how well that usually goes. I think??? I outlined Tangled a bit.

Coming Soon/ Not Yet Started: Definite: More of the Fake Dating AU, more Gatthew content, a prompt fill that @deputyash gave me what I’m hoping was less than a year ago but I’m 80% sure it was from 2018, Tangled??? Maybe: Tremors ‘AU’, While You Were Dreaming, Injured John for @argetlam007

Do You Accept Prompts: I do/I try to. A lot of interest in my stuff has dwindled though, so I’m just kinda “eeehhh” about it at the same time.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: I still adore my plans for the Fake Dating AU, but I’ve got like... a chapter, and then a bit a fair ways down the line where John gets all the info about Nic’s past with her father and he gets his chance to air his grievances against the man- as well as his own father, and have the man confess and atone. But what happens in the middle outside of Nic and John having to hold hands and be cutesy while being mad about it? Who the Hell knows.

Tagging: The girls and boys reading this uwu

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angrylizardjacket · 6 years

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sweet chaos {Brian May}

Anons asked (in a roundabout way, I lost the original prompts): Brian/Reader where she has a crush on him but he thinks she’s into another one of the band members, and when he confronts her, he tells her he has feelings too? Also, Brian/Reader where they meet in the studio and there’s flirting and they end up together.

A/N: 3640 words. Something about Brian just makes me wanna write a lot apparently. Y/N is just.... so chaotic. ANYWAYS, so this is the fic I wrote last night and then lost, but I’ve managed to salvage it, and I’m happy with how it turned out. I’m so sorry to the two beautiful anons whose prompts were lost to my mistake last night, just know this goes out to you.

“Deaks, when did you get cool?” You gaze around the studio with an almost awed expression, hands shoved in the pockets of your jacket, before finally turning your grin on John, who was crouched by his bass case, looking up at you with a singular raised eyebrow.

“I’ve always been cool.” John was adamant about this, pulling out his bass and clicking the case shut. “You just don’t appreciate me.” After a moment, in which you rolled your eyes at him, he secured the strap on his instrument and looked up at you with an amused smile. “A year ago.” He conceded, and your eyes went wide.

“A ye- John Francis Deacon-” You cut yourself off, spluttering in surprise.

“Not my middle name.” He interjected, though you just talked over him, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“You’ve been in a band for a year and you didn’t think to tell me? I’ve been living with you for like a week!” You crowed, and your theatrics had earned both a chuckle from John, and the attention of the three other boys in the room; the rest of the band.

“You care to introduce us to your friend?” The blonde one asked, eyebrows raised, confusion clear on his face.

“If I must,” John gave you a long suffering smile, before turning on his heel to face the others, “Roger, Brian, Freddie, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Roger, Brian, and Freddie, the band.” He gestured between you all, and it takes a moment for him to finally finish processing everything you had said. “How have you known me this long and not known my middle name?”

And, okay, he did have a point; you’d grown up living next door to each other, had been practically joined at the hip since some kid had tried to push you off the swing beside him, and so you’d pushed the kid back, yelling ‘go away, he’s my friend’. You been through primary school and high school together, and it was only when John went to uni and you took a year to backpack across Europe, that you really spent a meaningful amount of time apart.

“Is it Jonathan?” You asked, feigning innocence, and John had to actually stop, where he was tuning his bass to suppress a smile. You couldn’t look at him, if you did, you knew you would just break into a fit of giggles. Instead, you took the moment to really give a good look at the band. The blonde one behind the drums, Roger as he’d been introduced, didn’t seem to know what to do with you, and instead just went back to setting up his equipment. Freddie, who had been quietly warming up his voice on the other side of the room, had paused for the moment, analysing you with a serious look before his gaze came up to meet yours. He gave an approving nod, and went back to his work, already bouncing with energy and anticipation. The guitarist, Brian, just seemed amused by the banter, looking between you and John with a loose grip on his guitar.

“Yes, my mother named me John Jonathan.” His words were practically dripping with sarcasm, but you kept your composure, not even cracking a smile.

“I’ve met Lilian, I wouldn’t put it past her..” You clicked your tongue, raising your eyebrows at John. After a beat, his eyes went wide and he tried to protest, but your facade cracked and you chuckled fondly at his exasperation, and you hear Brian laugh too, before he goes back to also tuning his guitar. “I’m kidding, Deaks, you know I love your mum,” your waved him off with a fond smile, making a move to leave the recording studio, but thought better of it, turning back with a mischievous grin. John’s expression immediately became suspicious. “And of course I know your middle name; it’s Dick.”

“Richard.” He corrected automatically, the word accompanied by an eyeroll. You heard Roger snort out a laugh.

“How do you get Dick from Richard?” Freddie asked with a confused frown, stopping his pacing. The moment the words left his mouth, you’re pretty sure you can see John spontaneously form a headache, and your grin sharpens.

“You ask him nicely.” You hear both you and Brian say at the same time. There’s a beat of silence, and you both look at each other, sharing an amused moment of camaraderie, much to John’s exasperation.

“I like this one.” You say, voice firm, pointing directly at Brian. His smile widened before he ducked his head, going back to his guitar. John had just started shaking his head at you, but he was smiling so you knew you weren’t in any real trouble.

In the sound studio, the tech they had on, as well as the other two girls, Mary and Kristin, they introduced themselves as, greeted you warmly enough, and thus started one of the longest and best nights of your life so far.

John was good at bass, much better than you had realised, much better than he had any right to be, at least that’s how you phrase it in your head when you’re resting your chin on his shoulder, listening to the playback of his latest version of the song they’d been working at for about half an hour. Eyes glassy, your mouth remained shut as the boys bandied about musical terms and ideas that you didn’t really understand, though you knew you’d appreciate their end product. John sort of loved that about you, your ability to walk the fine line between irritating and lovable, yet also knowing when to keep your mouth shut if you didn’t think you could contribute to a conversation as well as you’d like.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, what do you think, Y/N?” Brian’s smiling up at you from where he’s sat in a wheelie chair they’d co-opted from the office in the next room. Snapping back to reality, you take a step back from John, looking to the now-empty studio, and then to your best friend.

“What do I think?” It takes all of your effort not to just blurt out exactly what you had been thinking; I watched John eat a worm once and now he’s making kick ass music and I don’t know how to consolidate those two mental images of him in my mind. “Great.” You answer instead. “I think it sounds great.” After a beat, you duck your gaze, laughing a little self consciously, “I don’t know a lot about music so I can’t really offer much feedback.”

“Well, if you stick around, we can probably teach you a think or two.” He shrugged, but there was clearly an offer in his words, and you smile, before turning and raising your eyebrows at John, as silent question asking if you could stay.

“He’s the one who made the offer, not me.” John just put his hands up in mock surrender, pushing you a few steps closer to Brian as he maneuvered around you to head back into the recording studio. “She’s your problem now, Bri.” He called over his shoulder, giving you a sunny smile, which only served to make you irritated.

“Problem?” You huffed, before stalking over to the sound desk, leaning over it as you turned on the microphone. “Don’t disrespect me like that, John Jonathan, I watched you eat a worm!” And to that, John, along with the rest of the band and those in the sound studio, laughed, and you felt the tension leave you as you cracked a smile. After a moment, you see John pulling up his bass, and there’s a gentle tap on your left hip, and you turn, seeing the sound technician waiting with pointedly raised eyebrows. Stepping back quickly, you move to make room for him, promptly falling right onto Brian, who was the one who had been trying to get you to move in the first place.

John’s started playing again so no-one else hears Brian’s quiet grunt of discomfort at your landing. Scrambling to stand up and apologise, you hear him quietly laugh, reaching out to take hold your wrist, not to keep you there, more like a reassurance.

“It’s fine, you’re my problem, after all.” And despite the fact that you resent being called a problem at all, the way he’s smiling at you, the way he says it, well maybe it didn’t sound too bad.

The sound got more experimental as the night wore on, and once they’d reached the tipping point while recording the tenuously titled ‘Seven Seas of Rhye’ the night became electric. You spent your time often on your feet, bouncing around the space, listening with a grin as the others would suggest a new, eclectic ideas. If you weren’t in Brian’s lap in the wheelie chair, which you’d claimed as your seat for the night, you were dancing with Mary, or John, or even Roger and Kristin, you’re pretty sure you’ve been a part of something truly extraordinary by hearing this album being created.

“Alright, alright,” when the night wraps up and John comes to collect you, you’re with Brian, chatting to Mary with his chin on your shoulder, “time to head home, dear.” Mary excused herself from the conversation, heading off to find Freddie, while you turned and gave John’s outstretched hand an unimpressed look.

“You cut me loose, Deaks, I was in the market for a new best mate and you pushed me at poor Brian here,” shaking your head, you lay the faux disappointment on thick, crossing your arms and leaning back just a little further against Brian, who was grinning with amusement at the whole situation, “this is really all your fault.” You added, but John just rolled his eyes, smiling exasperatedly at you.

“It’s fine by me, I’d love to have you off my sofa, but I just thought I’d let you know,” and he cast his gaze towards the recording studio, “Brian lives with Roger.” He said pointedly as Kristin’s high, sweet laugh rang through the air, and you saw Roger was grinning confidently, showing her how to twirl a drumstick in favour of packing up his drum kit. Standing abruptly, you took John’s free hand.

“Yeah, probably a good call.” Brian’s expression soured, but then he turned back to face you, smiling brightly. “Lovely to meet you, though; we’ll be seeing you again, right?”

“You guys play gigs?” You asked, and he nodded. “Well then, now that John’s let me in on this dirty little secret of his, I think you’d be hard pressed to stop me.” And with a final, playful wink, you loop your arm through John’s and leave the studio.

And, well, you do see them again. You see them a lot; you’re there every weekend, at gigs, sometimes in rehearsals, you become as regular of a fixture as Mary. The boys liked having you around, you were friendly and bright, and you actually seemed to bring John out of his shell a little. In general, you found it easy to be around them, being close to them, and soon enough, you’ll find yourself comfortable enough to just lean against them when you’re standing close, at bars or during a break in rehearsals. Casual hugs, arms around shoulders, it’s a staple of your existence with the band, which you love because - yay! Human contact! - but with it comes a pretty big detractor.

It’s damn hard to establish whether or not the goofy guitarist who smiles like goddamn sunshine, and who you may have an enormous crush on, is even remotely interested in you as more than anything more than a friend. You’d really tried not to like him like that, for John’s sake at least; he was your best friend, you couldn’t jeopardise your friendship with him, and his band mate, but the heart wants what it wants, and yours wants Brian to never stop smiling at you the way he does when he’s on stage and he sees you cheering for them in the crowd. He’s always the first to hug you when you arrive to a show, never one to brush you off when you tuck your arm into his when you’re both waiting for drinks at the bar, he plays along well when you’re doing a bit, and he’s always the first to drag you away whenever you’re about to get in a scrap with Roger.

That was the main problem you had with the band; Roger was far too easy to wind up, and you were far too willing to kick that hornet’s nest whenever the whim struck you. He respects you well enough, likes you well enough, is even willing to share the armchair in the hall outside the rehearsal room when you two are the first ones to arrive, and the others show up and you’re both arguing over an article in the paper but he’s got an arm around you for stability. It’s not that you don’t get along with Roger, it’s just sometimes fun to watch him get worked up over a joke. Like when you’d told him you’d seen better drumming in a high school marching band. You’d almost copped a drumstick to the face for that one, but you’d caught it just before it had landed, and after a beat of silence in which the both of look a little impressed at your reflexes, you both break out into unintelligible arguing, drawing the attention of both John and Brian who had been chatting at the side of the room.

You’re about a foot away from the drum kit, brandishing the drum stick and threatening to shove it somewhere unpleasant, and Roger was standing, looking a little like he was two seconds from crashing directly through the drum kit to tackle you, when you feel a pair of arms around you, and you’re being dragged away. Looking around, you see John advancing on Roger like he’s a spooked horse, trying to calm him down.

Once you realise it’s Brian, you stop trying to get away, and simply let yourself be walked backwards until the two of you are near the door, and he turns you, arms still around you, so he’s blocking Roger from your sight.

“Why do you have to rile him up like that?” Brian asks, and you turn around so that you’re toe to toe.

“It’s not my fault he doesn’t know how to take a joke.” You grumbled, crossing your arms awkwardly as they’re trapped between the two, though Brian doesn’t loosen his grip, in fact, he seems rather endeared by your antics.

“Can I have that?” He asks, eyes dropping to the drumstick in your hands, and you snorted. You can hear Roger in the background angrily murmuring that he’s fine.

“I caught it, it’s mine, fair and square.” You say, voice lofty. “It’s a trophy.” You added, and that set Roger off again, just as Freddie walked through the door.

“It’s a trophy, my ass! Give me back my drum stick, you knob!” He hollers, and you use the element of surprise to shift both yourself and Brian to face the enraged drummer, though he doesn’t let go of you. John’s got his arms around Roger, but he’s not being held nearly as securely as you.

“This trophy will go up your ass! Call me lazy again!” You dared at the top of your lungs, even as you were being hauled backwards. “Let go of me, Brian!” You protested as Roger broke free of John and started wrestling one of his cymbals from it’s stand, to both John and Freddie’s shouted protests. “You throw that cymbal and I’m keeping it too!” Are the last words you get in before the door to the rehearsal space shuts and you hear it lock, presumably by Freddie. Brian lets go of her and promptly sat himself on the armchair in the hallway, looking like he was trying to process what had just happened.

With your back against the door, you twirl the drumstick absentmindedly, a skill you’d picked up quite by accident, simply by virtue of having seen Roger show off so much. It’s not something that goes unnoticed by Brian, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“Why?” Is all he asks, and you finally look up. When your gazes meet, you lob the drumstick gently over to the side of the room, already bored with it.

“He was being a dickhead.” You sighed, as if it were answer enough, letting the tension out of your shoulders and resting your head against the door. Silence stretched between you, and when your gaze shifted from the ceiling to look at Brian, he was waiting with a half-smile for an elaboration. “Rog told me that if I was going to just laze around I should start looking cute or being helpful,” already your explanation made far too much sense, and Brian chuckled. “So I said I only help out people with talent, and that the rest of you were fine-” you don’t know what to make of his pleased little smile, but you’re already getting to your feet and making your way over to him, “and of course he feels the need to prove himself.” You say, sitting down on Brian’s lap. Sitting sideways, you hang your legs over the arm of the armchair and rest your cheek on his shoulder. It’s automatic, the way he rests a hand on your thigh, the other coming to wrap around you in support.

“Wouldn’t have mattered what he’d played, would it?” You can hear him smiling, and he already knows your answer.

“He implied that I was lazy and not cute.” You made a face, like you couldn’t believe it, even after the fact. “Me!” Brian couldn’t help but chuckle at that, though his heart wasn’t in it.

“I have to ask, is this some weird, passive-aggressive flirting technique you’re using on him?” And when he says it, you sit bolt upright, frowning deeply, flushing with embarrassment; he thinks you’re flirting with Roger of all people?

“I don’t know how to flirt with people I do have a thing for, let alone Roger.” But as soon as the words left your mouth, you felt your face heat up further, and you scrambled to a standing position. “What makes you say that?”

“Well you do talk about his butt a lot.” Brian himself seemed unable to look at you, and you started pacing.

“I threaten his ass a lot, I’m not- Is this about what I said about the drum stick?” You asked, eyeing the singular wooden drum stick where it’s lying on the floor. You don’t pick it up.

“You also- the spinny thing he does with it. It’s a thing he does to show off, like his signature, I just-” He’s floundering a little bit, and you find yourself smiling despite the situation.

Coming to a halt, you stand, facing the chair, fond smile on your face as you see where he’s a little flustered. Heartbeat thumping in your ears, you throw caution to the wind, just a little.

“If it was just as easy to learn guitar as it was to twirl a single drumstick, I’d’ve been Jimmy Page months ago from watching you.” You half smiled, heart in your throat. He finally looks at you, radiating pride despite his bashfulness, which is a sweet look on him, and you gently step forward, settling back down into the chair and curling up by him.

“I like seeing you in the crowd, you know?” He murmured, tapping out a gentle rhythm with his fingers on your thigh.

“I like watching you play.” You respond, before admitting. “It’s one of my favourite things in the world, seeing you up there, all confident; you’re very talented, you know-” and you look up to gauge his reaction, but he cuts you off with a kiss. Relief floods through you as you kiss him back, indulging in what you’d been hoping for for what was months at this point, since the first studio recording.

“Y/N-” John unlocks and open the door in quick succession, takes one look at where you and Brian had just broken apart, caught absolutely red handed, and immediately shuts the door again. You and Brian take a moment to look at each other, processing what had just happened, before bursting into laughter again, which quickly devolves into more kissing, until he’s gently moving you off of him, reminding you that he still had the rest of band practice to attend.

John is smug during the entire drive back to his house where you’re still crashing on his sofa, a few days away from the paperwork for your own place being finalized.

“I knew it.” Is all he says when you finally snap and tell him that smug, righteous asshole wasn’t a good look on him.

Freddie caught on almost directly after John; he’d picked it up from context clues, and also because at your next gig, Mary seemed to know without you or Brian barely speaking two words to each other. She’d leaned over to Freddie during one of the breaks and asked how long the two of you had actually been together, saying that she’d meant to ask before but it’d never been so obvious. When Freddie tells you this, you almost do a spit-take.

“You’re joking.” You respond, eyes shining with amusement. “What? Is he looking at me differently?” You cheeks flush as you look over your shoulder at where he’s waiting by the bar, and he looks back at you, shooting you a bright grin that made your heart flutter. Looking back, Freddie’s wearing a knowing smile.

“No, he’s always looked at you like that.”

#brian may #brian may imagine #brian may x reader #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #bo rhap #queen #queen imagines #queen imagine #bohemian rhapsody imagine #borhap imagine #john deacon #roger taylor #freddie mercury #mary austin #the angry lizard writes

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spaceskam · 5 years

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For the director's cut, I have two: Sympathy for the Devil because I've read it twice and I have a lot of feelings about it and Can I Give You What You Need?

FUN OKAY

Sympathy For The Devil:

So that one is based off of one of my favorite musicals and ever since I heard it, I knew I wanted to write malex in their shoes because it just FIT. I've been sitting on it for a while and when I saw that prompt in my inbox, it felt like an excuse to sit and write it out.

After procrastinating for like a week, I finally started it. The idea was to have like roughly 4k-5k in Alex's pov, starting with their first meeting. I had even written that out (I deleted it though because I'm the worst) and last minute decided it'd be better in Michael's. I entertained the idea of Alex giving an entirely fake name (first name too) but I felt using his original Roswell name (Whitman) would be a fun little call back.

Then it took me like a fucking week to write because coming up with answers to questions for other people is a pain in the ass. I did a lot of stupid research. Last night, before I finished it, I spent an hour researching novelty wedding venues in Vegas for one line. (I found one called the Cannibas Chapel and they perform weed-ings and I died). I still sort of feel like I could've fleshed out them asking the questions more and it could've easily been 15k-20k but it was plaguing me and I wanted it to end, so I ended it lol

I wish I could say the Greek Lit thing and the Achilles and Patroclus thing has a purpose, but that was entirely just a last minute thing that accidentally became a motif because I felt like it was too specific to just leave there.

Can I Give You What You Need?:

This is also based on a musical. Can you tell I have a hobby? This one is based off the first song in Hello Again. That musical honestly gives me so much inspiration and every song has me spinning stories in my mind, hence why I have like 5 fics based on it so far. So I finally wrote this one out.

Another story I did a lot of unnecessary research for! There is very little record of male prostitution in America which I find very weird. It's like they tried to bury it until they couldnt, and then theyd just arrest them and try to make it go away. In other countries, you can find tons of information, specifically in Asian cultures and the Middle East (though I'm thinking of bacha bereesh in Afghanistan which is less prostitution and more sex slavery). Anyway point is I couldn't find much outside out the fact that you could get immediately arrested by soldiers if you were selling yourself within like a 10 mile radius of the barracks. Which. Didn't really help much.

But, if you've seen the scene in the musical, it's a very rough and almost mean scene and I obviously didnt want that. I wanted a moment where two boys who were in bad places could find comfort in someone. I went back and forth on the ending. Originally, Alex was going to ask to see him again and Michael was going to say no. Then Michael was going to say yes. And then Michael was going to ask and Alex would say no. I changed it to a happy ending literally minutes before I posted it when I'd finished it days before. However I'm super super proud of it, its easily one of my favorite things I've written.

Thanks for asking!

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haberdashing · 6 years

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The Spider and The Bee

Gwen Stacy gets a car that turns out to be more than meets the eye.

(Yes, this is a Spider-Verse/Bumblebee crossover fic. Yes, this is solely because Hailee Steinfeld plays both roles. So sue me.)

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Gwen Stacy gets a car for her sixteenth birthday, and she knows that she really should be grateful.

Her parents meant well, she’s sure. And a lot of kids her age would kill to have a car of their own. But to Gwen, the car seems like more trouble than it’s worth. Finding parking for it is generally more of a hassle than just dealing with the idiosyncrasies of the New York City subway system.

(Plus half the time she’s navigating the city, she’s doing it via web-slinging, but her parents don’t know about that part, and if she has any say in it, they never will.)

The car in question isn’t exactly endearing itself to her, either. It’s an old-fashioned Volkswagen Beetle, the kind that she thought had died off decades ago. It looks well-maintained enough, but even Gwen, who is far from an expert on cars, notices that the radio never works and that it sometimes takes multiple tries to start. Her father lets slip at one point that it was obtained in a bust on a chop shop upstate, and honestly, it doesn’t surprise her. An ignoble origin for an ignoble vehicle.

Oh, and the Volkswagen Beetle is yellow. Not a nice, subtle, pastel yellow, either. It’s a bright yellow, a nauseatingly in-your-face yellow, a shade of yellow that reminds her of bumblebees and kindergarten crayons.

Gwen Stacy likes stealth, when she can get it, and this car is anything but stealth.

But she still uses the car from time to time, when where she wants to go is either hard to get to via public transit or off the map entirely. She lies through her teeth about how much she loves the car and appreciates having it.

She even gives it a name, as is their family tradition. She dubs it Bee.

Gwen tells her parents that the name Bee is because the car is the same shade of yellow as some species of bees, and that it’s also short for Beetle, and she’s not lying when she says it, not exactly.

But Bee (or B) can be short for a lot of other things, too. Like Beware. Or Beneath me. Or Below average.

And there’s also how the car always smells like honey, to the point where Gwen honestly wouldn’t be surprised to find out that there was a beehive hidden away somewhere inside the car.

There’s also that, while spiders can kill bees, sometimes the reverse is possible as well. It fits how Gwen always feels herself tensing up when she enters the car, how she’s not entirely sure if she’s joking when she tells friends that that car will be the death of her.

But much as Gwen dislikes the car, she has to admit that it’s handy to have around sometimes.

There’s one night in particular where she just wants to get away from it all, and she drives and drives until asphalt turns to dirt, until New York City is just a twinkle in the distance. Once she’s sure that she’s well and truly in the middle of nowhere, Gwen gets out of the car, sits on the ground, and gazes up at the stars.

(She feels a pang of loss when she remembers how Peter always had the constellations memorized, how he would have pointed out stars in the sky and named them all until the sun had risen over them. But Peter wasn’t here now, never would be again because of her, and without his help she couldn’t so much as find the Big Dipper.)

It’s nice to have a moment to just sit there and relax. She doesn’t have to think about her life back in New York, about all the pressures placed upon her both as Gwen Stacy and as Spider-Woman. She can just take in the beauty of the stars and the soft, cool breeze that makes the trees gently sway in the wind and forget the rest of the world entirely.

That is, until she glances over at her car and finds that it’s not there, and that some sort of robot had taken its place.

...or rather, as she looks closer and notices the robot’s bright yellow color under the pale light of the moon and stars, that her car had somehow turned itself into some sort of robot.

Gwen stands up immediately and blurts out the first words that come to mind.

“Are you my car?”

She sees the transformation this time, sees the metal twist and turn and shift into place as what had been a robot turned itself back into the Volkswagen Beetle that she had grown to know, if not love.

“You- you can change back, it’s alright.”

It-

No, that doesn’t feel right. Gwen had already half thought of Bee as a “he” even before her personification of the car became so, well, literal.

He changes back into his robotic shape. His form is generally humanoid, with what looked like a face holding big blue eyes that were shining right at her.

Gwen hopes that she was right in thinking that this spot was in the middle of nowhere, hopes that it’s obscure enough that nobody else would see what her car had become.

“Can you understand me?”

Bee makes a strange noise, one that she could swear sounded a bit like a bumblebee’s buzz, and one that she definitely didn’t know how to interpret.

“Nod your head if you can understand me.” Gwen demonstrates, and Bee replies in kind.

Okay, so they have a language in common. That’s good. Just thinking about trying to invent a language that humans and robots could share is enough to give Gwen a bit of a headache.

“Can you talk?”

Bee buzzes at her again. She thinks she knows what that means, but she wants to be sure.

“Shake your head like this if you can’t talk.” Gwen shakes her head, and so does Bee.

That was... less good. It would be a lot easier if they could talk to one another about what was going on rather than just Gwen asking questions and Bee having to gesture out his responses. But then, nothing in Gwen’s life ever seemed to come easy.

“Are there others like you?” she asks.

Bee stays silent and still for a long moment.

“Or do you not know?”

Bee shakes his head without prompting and lets out a soft whirring noise that sounds a bit like a sigh.

Okay. So not only does she not know the big picture here, he doesn’t either. They are both utterly clueless.

They’re so screwed.

“That’s fine, that’s fine!” Gwen’s voice turns oddly high-pitched as she tries to reassure Bee, the palms of her hands raised and facing towards him. “We can work this out. I’ll help you. We can do this.”

Bee stands up, and Gwen realizes for the first time just how tall he is. He definitely couldn’t fit in her family’s tiny garage like that. And she feels small in comparison, tiny compared to this massive robot facing her, and she has a suspicion that Bee feels the same way.

Gwen’s heart races as she gets an idea of how she can prove to him that she’s not as incapable as she appears. It’s a risk, sure. But he had just revealed what had to be his biggest secret to her, and it felt right to reciprocate the gesture.

She doesn’t have her full Spider-Woman suit with her, hadn’t thought it necessary to bring it all the way out to the middle of nowhere.

(That was probably for the best, really; she probably would have left it in the car, and she suspects that anything in the car has been crushed and mutilated beyond recognition by now, though if all she lost because of her giant robot car was the handful of emergency supplies she left in the trunk and the spare outfit and papers she kept in the glove compartment, that would count as a win in her book.)

But she does have her web-shooters, tucked under her sleeves, just in case.

Gwen shoots one web out onto Bee’s left arm, then another onto his right arm. The webs send her soaring upwards, and she leaps with all her power until she and Bee are face-to-face. She does a flip in the air as she descends, balancing on the tips of her toes for a moment before letting her entire feet hit the ground.

She takes a bow at the end of her little performance, though she highly doubts that Bee would understand the meaning of it.

“Bee, meet spider.”

Gwen isn’t sure of the exact meaning behind Bee’s excited whirring and buzzing, but she assumes it was some kind of positive feedback directed her way.

“We should probably head back in a bit, before my dad starts asking too many questions.” Gwen says. “But first, can I take a picture of you? I have some-”

Gwen laughs quietly to herself, partly because this whole situation is completely and utterly absurd, but partly because she knows just a few short months ago she never would have envisioned herself saying what she was about to say next.

“-some friends who might be able to help us. And I think the first step is letting them get a look at you.”

Bee nods, and Gwen dutifully pulls out her cell phone and snaps a photo of her robot car.

Gwen has a thousand more questions that she feels like asking, but she has a feeling that Bee doesn’t know the answers to most of them either. So instead of trying to get more information out of Bee, she just sighs and says, “Bee, let’s head home.”

Bee turns back into a Volkswagen Beetle, and Gwen steps inside, and she doesn’t feel quite as tense upon entering Bee as she usually did, probably because she knows now why the car had always left her feeling vaguely on edge, and it had nothing to do with it being old-fashioned or bright yellow.

They pass the time on the drive back to New York City in silence, because Gwen doesn’t want to risk people seeing her talk to her car and the radio still isn’t working. And Gwen begins to get a pit in her stomach as it dawns on her that she now has two huge secrets to keep instead of just one.

Because her life wasn’t complicated enough before, apparently.

#bumblebee the movie #bumblebee #transformers #bumblebee fic #into the spider-verse #into the spiderverse #spider-man #spider-man: into the spider-verse #spider-gwen #personal #my writing #might write more of this if i get ideas for it idk #also naming a car is actually a family tradition for me #our current cars are reese and z

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yuissamidare · 6 years

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@codes i think i may have put this on my artblog but... Here

i guess ill start w ichi bc i always forget about him somehow like i always come up short when im making lists and im like 'oh wait shit yeah that guy’ bc im stupid n i only think of fishing trio + choro. I’m an Idiot. idk i never thought too hard on ichi bc i so rarely think about him but he looks so high its really funny i said this on main but he looks like my friend when he decided to try a weed gummy bear then started babbling about hentai then watched to watch porn with me but got mad all the intro scenes are a billion years long and started ranting about the industry but now that i think about it he looks like someone who used to send me weird shit when he was high like bad pick up lines about body parts i wish i didnt have

and thats so funny that its Ichimatsu who looks like that but also proof that hes high. but anyway!! hes really cute and im mad hes boutta ruin my reputation for my complete and utter lack of care and interest in him no matter what im mad. my friend gwyn said 'Sp lubing us up for the fuckening that is the reason why Ichi is sad in present day’ im really curious at the change like if hes trying a fake it till you make it type thing bc really emotionally exhausted or if hes just genuinely having a good time or hes puttin on a front since like. nails who stand get hammered down right??? just gotta do your best n Never Relax n i can relate to all that. but uhhh old hcs i guess

in kun ichi was the most serious! really smart but just as bad w school as the rest of them apparently but!! yeah so id think that!! ichis that guy who participates in class discussion constantly and is always willing to debate the readings, but turns in sloppy papers with typos and no a coherency or stucture or anything. he’s A+ in participation but has an average of 60% on most of the written assignments with points knocked bc of lateness then more bc its A Mess. you could ask about the prompts for one of his papers, he could babble about his position on it complete with paragraphs and footnotes but like the day before its due hes playing rpgs and watching horror movies.

his classmates think hes so smart n so intimidating. the family knows hes a hot mess. the teachers tell him he has a lot of potential but they don’t think hes applying himself. all are right. also he doesnt cheat or let people cheat off of him since hes always been about rules and boundaries and Rightness n he n jyushi were the only ones who Minded Themselves in kun

uhh jyushi!! let me talk about schoolwork again bc yeah i love jyushi so so so so much and thinking of him in a school environment is so weird i thought about it a lot n i thought about it him in kun n san and Woah!! i really really love delinquent jyushi, bc when i saw that i was like 'huh! that fits actually!!’ i love that like him and choro flip flopped completely from what i thought. his school must be so cold theyre too cheap to afford heating in the winter and in summer the acs Blast. he was so Shy and quiet and he cried and he liked to sing so i always thought that when he participated in chorus festivals hes always like right in front!! he hums a lot in class and also moves around alot bc he actually like school and people like primary trio are the types that make friends often. i wasnt supposed to talk about this yet whoops.

unlike ichi who relatively neat despite everything but has shit notes, jyushis notes are amazing and understandable and utterly illegible.

theyre covered in doodles, arrows and lines leading every which way, different colors but not like color coded n theyre not in order by date, but he opens to a random page every time yet somehow always seems to know where to find each lesson. he writes footnotes and caveats and corrections and criticisms of the teachers and random thoughts and just smears ink everywhere. sometimes his notes are on a completely different subject. the notebook itself is a horrifying mess, the front and back covers both covered in drawings and designs and falling apart, random papers shoved between the pages, coming apart at the seams, covered in stains of unknown origin. assignments are full of emoticons and informal language, and they always manage to make his teachers feel like hes smarter than they are (most likely). he does his projects the minute theyre assigned, and is finished a minute later so can talk to his friends. he loved school.

sophie told me once about how she thought was Like That was bc one of his main concerns is that he thought he had nothing that made him Jyushi n in kun she said he might have been the one who was the most concerned about having a distinctive personality and i talked about how that sorta carried over san and how he always blended in bc of how gentle and soft and push-overy he was. he was actually the and most gullible and weakest in kun so i was like :0 when i saw that and intentionally did stuff like only carry 14 yen in his pockets to be quirky but it always sorta fell flat and he was still invisible so i was like hmmmmm. and i can see how he couldve toughened up and thinking of this now!! i love that. oh im so happy. this is so much better than i ever couldve imagined ever.

totty…. i do not think he was very popular or good at school. i think he’s very decent at schoolwork but he never put much effort into it. just copies whats on the board but if the class runs out of allotted lesson time n he couldnt finish his work he just didnt do it like cram schools a pain in the ass. if he put effort hed be a star student but he just craps out whatever since hes was the laziest!! oh but something i noticed was that him and jyushi would play together often since sometime he felt overwhelmed by karamatsu a lot. also hes the money thief and scammer its great kun todo is so good. he gets shy and flustered easy too!!

but uhh yeah!! depending on the day im always like 'zaimoku love each other so much they are best friends and the perfect other halves!!’ then im like 'these mofos hate each other what the fuck is this trainwreck’ did you see their shitty small talk in the horse episode. what was that. like they are genuinely trying to communicate and are pretty easy with each other but they have nothing to say. its like when youre having a boring day at school and theres nothing to talk about with an acquaintance so you just look at the walls and go 'have you ever noticed how stupid these posters are’ then you both start reading posters aloud but you both know its not that funny and youre just doing it to waste time but you still enjoy their company you just dont want silence. thats their relationship. and i think they are just very similar in very different ways and like. the key things that make them both similar and different and the same fuck them up (like suiriku!! theyre both really similar even if it doesn’t seem like it at first which is why their compatibility in the relationship chart was so low in s1, but i saw a lot of improvement in both of their behaviours and their communication and honestly. s2 was worth it for that sophie was so happy to see her faves get along) like sometimes when you look in the mirror all the things you see are the things you dont like about yourself instead of what makes you wonderful and unique. also i didnt mean to talk about this but i guess i am.

but yeah. totty is bitter n resentful at kara during hs n karas more confused and upset at tottys behaviour in their twenties n thats bc like i said. theyre dumb. karamatsu!! i think was actually pretty popular in highschool n had a good amount of friends - i genuinely think theatre kids are well liked bc i literally know everyone in my department and im friends w a good amount of people and im not even That extroverted. my actual extrovert friends know everyone in the school by name and everyone in my department is so nice even though theres a lot of bitchiness and drama its not as bad as w other humanities studies (jesus christ humanity students outside of theatre are a hot mess.)

uh yeah n that ultimately makes totty feel a bit… betrayed? karamatsu is his partner! theyre supposed to be there for eachother! kara’s the first one to branch out, get friends etc etc and todomatsus left behind bc hes always the one playimg follow the leader and he breaks out of that once they graduate - he grows up resenting karamatsu slightly though he still cares. but this time Hes the one cancelling plans to hang out with friends instead. my friend katie put it best when, in response to me telling them this, they sent me:

'kara: totty you have so many friends now. We barely see you anymore.

totty, applying chapstick: well, I learned it from the best.’

when i told them about it. but at the time gwyn and i were babbling about possibilities and different storylines and how theres a possiblity the movie might break down into three manageable plotlines n she gave zaimoku 'popularity’ and this was me throwing out ideas but honestly. Good. (aha, the end of this scenario ended up with todo throwing hands and shoulder checking someone outside a window and then getting removed from the premise n hanging with atsushi all night after) why am i on this. shit what happened here.

uhh but yeah totty is Def someone with learned behaviours rather than being a natural extrovert honestly just look at him hes an introverted mess masquerading as a decent human being and i know full well how people like that are bc some of them have been my best friends for years n seein the new hs promos solidifies that fact bc look at him. Crybaby. He is Miniscule. A Child.

then its 'delinquent who looks like an honour student’ choro. i never studied him until sophie started liking choro n since i love sophie i wanted to take an interest in him too. n i started to think very hard about him! then gwyn planted this in me n its taken root and im just never not gonna think its great. yall see his shitty gokudo impression what a bossy lil shit. he pulled a whip on kara once and it was mad funny but also Gwyns Big Evidence for him just being the absolute worst not like a casually skips class type but a Choro was a legit a bully and really mean n sabatoged other classmates to make him look like he was 100% That Bitch. maybe not him being Mean and cruel but just an asshole who bums around, is something i really like that one a lot its been one of my faves since gwyn n i started talking about it but i just!! have a ton of other things too!!

hes a lot like karamatsu in that theyre both stupid and weird and embarrassing and they put on airs but they also!! dont try!! they talk so big and such high goals n expectations and they dont do shit bc they have so much hubris but i always talk about them bc suiriku is sophies Beloved so ill like. Not. but he acts like he’s better than all of them n forces the role of the straight man on himself because he wants to be seen as the responible, level headed one even if hes just. So Much.

i think the movies calling back to how touchy feely and clingy he was in kun and adding on to how jyushis a delinquent and kara… Is Like That he’ll be around them the most bc jyushi might either be really protective or push him away and then they do something to mend their relationship later on or hell cling to kara and they just. grow apart. sticking to my hc until the end bitches. oh.

for choro… personally!! i thought hed be a slacker instead of a delinquent but not in the way totty slacked - totty was lazy n knew the work but didnt want to put in effort but choro just. Doesnt. choro has so much energy all the time and choro Can Not deal with school situations. bc like… you always hear people say that studying is meant to be done at the desk, silently, no distractions what so ever!! focus on notes and nothing else!! ise a highlighter but dont use it too much!! make your notes legible but you only have five minutes before the board gets erased!! review!!! look at your notes or youll die! take breaks bit dont take too long and honestly. listen. kun choro wouldnt be able to stand that shit and id think hed just think he was doing it The Wrong Way n he just wasnt meant to do it.

he doesnt like quiet classrooms!! he cant study like that and hell get distracted. he cant sit still n thats why totoko broke up w him in the beer ad and why hes just Everywhere in kun!! hes understimulated and its just Ugh! you know??? he’ll fidget w his pens until he breaks them or hum or tap his foot and annoy everyone or leave for the bathroom at least three times a class just to get up and move.

eventually he just. gives up even though hes super smart he like, stops caring bc if you dont care to understand material then you wont have to read and read and reread and rereread something to get it! classes just make everything uncomphrehensible and makes any idea he may have sublimate into nothing. but he can work on the trains and the buses! he needs something kenetic to get him moving and trains n shit always have enough going on to work with, just like with home!! chorochoro motherfuckers. he works much better moving forward, ironic as that is. he feels sorta set apart from every thing like hes behind some big plane of glass doing everything wrong and being all set apart from everything. eventually he takes to acting like a real fussy mom to avoid his own problems and help everyone else out even though hes annoying and even when he graduates but it gets Worse bc then figures out how much!!! he fucked up!! then he kicks himself into high gear n still cant do shit. ahh.

its illegal for me to talk about choukei bc i talk about them so much and im always being annoying n typing stupid essays about them bc theyre… my faves.. But this is so long…

it actually makes me super happy that he kara acne he still can be really fighty and he cries and he still does stupid impulsive shit for others and even though hes really sweet and caring is still an utter monster and fucking mess of a person. love him. i always like to think his shittymatsu nickname came from iyami n it just morphed from there bc in 66 you can hear iyami calling him specifically garbage. ive always been glad they kept his sewing hobby too. ahh, actually from what i see hes pretty similarities to kun so i wonder when he decided to air out that teremity. idk what to say about him that i havent in tottys section. he just Feels like someone who had a good support group and nice friends bc of how hes able to move in the world. kara feels like some whos doing their growing up in their twenties bc highschool came easy to them and now theyre just really struggling with the real world. like i shouldve expected softboy hs kara and i appreciate him very much!! i talk about choukei a lot bc they were the first characters that spoke so i immediately attached myself to them n i talk about karamatsu Specifically but im not sure i ever mentioned how much i appreciated how smart and cautious hes proved himself to be time and time again, like how hes the only one to point out totokos fish shtick aint doing her favours or how he was the first one to notice osos irritation n how you can pick out his voice warning jyushi to calm down in the bg of 24 or how in the comedian episode he was ready to take Notes from iyami and a lot of other small things!!

i would think hes actually a bit more serious n calm in hs and san is him amping up traits that drew people to him in hs and it backfiring on kara spectacularly - kara is always gauging people and their reactions and acting in a way he believes will get something positive, but at the same time is utterly oblivious when it comes to actually Getting them n i talked about the girls on the bridge but this is also prevalent with ichi who kara just. Doesnt Get and can not figure out how to maneuver their relationship. like oso, kara is and elder brother!! and elder brothers have an image theyre supposed to uphold, but while kara acts the part he doesnt do the shit a big brother does and shrugs that responsibility off on oso until oso fucks up until s2, where they share the role more evenly and his relationship with ichi improves but this is another essay entirely. what im trying to get with that is that hyperfocus on what other people think of him, but his complete disregard when it comes to their actual reaction and instead what he wants their reactions to be would also greatly impact him transtioning from a teen to an adult im sorry im getting sloppy now

osomatsu… i really adore him too much and i understand how totty felt in their episode bc i also lent my phone to a friend who needed to desperately jack it before meeting new people n i talk about him a whole lot too. hes mean and an asshole and garbage n i know a lot of people find him plain n boring but idk. i dont think thats the case hes a really complexed n nuanced character n hes literally has always been way back from kun n thats expected from a main character but… hes always been mean n dumb n sly and he can get so pathetically vunerable and thats literally!! him. hes a normal dude nothing wrong with that n it can be real refreshing. n i suppose im so fond of fishing trio+choro bc they remind me of my friends. but yeah even if hes 'plain’ i dont see why thats a bad thing. n this they always have the most interesting body language like despite kara being So Much his body language was always closed off n singled him out as everything But exuberant and bright, and osos quirks like how he stands on his toes a lot had always been so cute… its relaxed and open n screams Talk To Me!!!!

ahh but i always end up thinking oso was. oso??? theres not much to say that i havent before but i do think that he was a lot more like he was in episode 2 when ranting to chibita about having shitty brothers and then actively Chose to be a good brother even if he wasnt a good person and be a stable rock and be someone they could all come back to at the end of the day. and hes good at math im never letting this die.

#now im sleepy fmxbfbc #mbbbaf #i didnt talk about oso much im ao tired

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⭐star⭐ I'm not sure what to ask, but I love Touching Promises, so will you talk about that?

Ahhh thank you so much! Touching Promises can be found here. And it’s an interesting little fic you chose, cause it’s so dramatic and different from the other things I wrote :) I’ll gladly talk about it! Idk how long you would like your answer, but let’s see how it goes.

Touching promises was based on some little bit I had once thought of and just kept lying around, not doing anything with it, the idea was just there. This is what I started with:

Fabrizio and Ermal are drunk after some party and before saying goodbye, Fabri kisses ermal. Ermal didn’t expect it, at all, and freezes (even though he likes it), and Fabri breaks off the kiss, ashamed, sad, hurt. The next day Ermal tries to explain it but Fabri just texts him/says “I’m sorry. I won’t touch you again” Ermal thinks he means kissing and that’s bad enough, but then as they sometimes (too little) meet, he realizes Fabri does not touch him at all. No hugs, no pats on his shoulder or god forbid chest, no hand ruffling his hair, nothing. At an interview Fabri sits apart, tries to get the interviewer to sit between them, of tries to sit on a separate chair that he can just inch away from Ermal. Ermal meanwhile doesn’t know what’s going on. Why is Fabri like this? And he had never realized before how much they werd always touching and how much he missed it when it didn’t happen.

I guess my plan was originally to focus more on that process of realizing how much he misses those touches when they’re not happening anymore. But then I got lost in a chat with friends where we started talking about angsty prompts and misunderstandings, so I was reminded of that little prompt I had.

People asked for a happy ending, so I started working on it a bit, just in the chat, I started at work, continued at work (oops), and then went home and wrote some more before and after dinner, and it was just really fun. In that version, Ermal was shot instead of hurt in an accident (don’t ask), and there wasn’t the whole what is the first chapter in the fic, i just worked from the prompt I had, writing basically the second half of the second chapter and the whole third.

Then I decided I wanted to publish it cause it was way longer than I thought and it wasn’t a bad fic so :) I kinda edited the parts I wrote, added the first chapter with the whole thing happening, and then changed it into Ermal getting the accident, cause really, it had to make at least some sense, and him getting shot did just not.

I tried to make everything as plausible as possible, but it was born out of crack and written quickly, so I don’t know how much I succeeded. For me, this fic is a bit strange, just because it’s so different, and somehow really serious, even with the cracky surroundings.

What I really enjoyed was the pov switching, even though it sort of breaks my heart that everything could be fixed so easily but it just spins out of control so so badly. But the pov switching was nice, because you get to know the thoughts of both, and it makes it a little bit more understandable on both sides.

Originally, I was asked for a happy ending, that was basically the whole reason I started writing, and… well, I guess it’s not the most happy ending there could be. But at least, it ends in a hopeful way, and I just couldnt see Ermal just getting over this, because truly Fabrizio behaved like shit, and Ermal deserves better. I think the ending kinda does fit the story, and there is closure in the way that they figure it out mostly, and knowing them and their bond, I”m sure they will be fine given time.

So to conclude, Touching promises started half as a joke, but it got a little away from me and sprialed into tons of angst but with a happy ending on the horizon :) I hope this was interesting to read at all >

#ask meme #director's commentary #i feel like i just ranted about irrelevant things #but I hope you like it #anyway I loved this ask so much #thank you!!#technicallycleverdetective #my writing

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jamierenfrey · 4 years

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Week 3b- Playtest Report: Mutant Kitty

Feedback

During playtest week, everyone in our IGB220 course were able to play through eachothers games for design sprint 1.

Although I had completed many playtests of Mutant Kitty, it was interesting to receive critiques from others about the mechanics I had incorporated into the game.

Positives

Your game concept is super light hearted and fun! I love the character, really cute and the whole setting aesthetic ties in well too.

The running and jump mechanic is pleasant and smooth! The keys chosen were simple which is great

The eye lazers are unique as it isnt the usual gun, or sword etc etc so i liked your creativity on that! Overall, it is a neat game and would see myself playing this game in my own time (perhaps on a phone).

The world used for the game is really nicely designed and the sprites used look really good

The game was fun, with a cool aesthetic.

The movement was smooth albeit the firing of the laser was unique.

Interesting and fun concept behind your game.

The art assets were very nice however there were some tiling issues I noticed but that wasn’t really a big issue that should be focused on in a prototype (I’m not even sure if there is such a thing as auto tiling in GDevelop).

Reading your concept, the idea that the mutant kitty gets more powers could really lend itself to creating some potentially really well designed mechanic based platforming / puzzle levels

Overall, a great game concept so far that has the potential to be expanded upon based on what you’ve said in your concept. The art is great and the gameplay controls well with just some minor tweaks to make it feel really good.

Despite this, I think the laser mechanic is especially fun in an already fun concept. There’s something really satisfying about running through the level and holding down mouse1. Since the lasers are so fast (visually)

From a visual perspective, I love how there are trees in the background but also the foreground. It makes it so that when the player is walking on that particular platform, it’s like they’re weaving between the trees.

Art style is really aesthetic

The level has multiple raises and drops the player must traverse, increasing its gameplay challenge as a result

I love how the game has a backstory where Mutant Kitty must take down the mad scientist mad dogs to save the world instead of putting you in a game where the motive for gameplay is unknown (other than fun of course)

Game has a main menu, which is very thoughtful, and presumably features a pause menu as well, which I unfortunately couldn’t test on Mac

I love the idea of a cat shooting lasers out of its eyes to vaporise dogs twice its size

The level of detail put into this level is very good for a first prototype, featuring clouds, multiple platform types, and even an area where the player feels like they are inside a forest!

Overall, I thought this game was truly amazing, combining an interesting art style with great level design. Core elements such as the player’s health and dog kills worked well for the most part, increasing and decreasing at the right events. There were a few bugs encountered that can be touched on to make the game more user-friendly, and a few platforms could be aligned better to allow for more immersive gameplay. Thank you for making this Mutant Kitty Laser-Shooting Cat vs Bad guy scientist dog game!!

The playermodel is really cute and I love that his eyes and mouth open when he jumps.

The health bar on your kitty worked as intended during my playtime as well as the enemy counter on the opposing end of the screen.

This isn’t to say that the map wasn’t creative - it was really intricate for such an early prototype, and makes me excited for the future of Mutant Kitty.

Negatives

for someone who doesn't use a mouse i found it a bit tricky to shoot the lazers. Maybe having the choice to press another key to shoot the lazers would be a good addition.

At times i was hoping perhaps there was a dash or boost so that it could sprint.

I found reaching the platforms kind of difficult at times, maybe adjust the placement of them or extending the distance of the jump.

I did end up getting stuck on the bottom level and couldnt go back up to the top so had to restart.

the only problems I can see are having the lazer fire off of the mouse, as I am someone without a mouse that is hard for me to use.

My main point I want to make is that the firing of the laser is way too overpowered right now. I accidentally completed the game by jumping around spawn messing with a visual glitch when Jumping + firing a laser. Through more testing I found out the laser doesn't have a cut-off point and was clearing the whole level killing everything. I also noticed that the laser does not reset on death either, it is still there and still going.

I think movement could be a little bit faster and tighter to make the player character seem more action oriented and fit its movement animations a little better.

I’m not sure exactly how the laser shooting mechanic is supposed to work based on what I played. Is it supposed to be one continuous laser that you keep shooting or just one singular laser that you shoot at intervals?

I reached a point in the level where there seemed to be an invisible wall that I could not pass and I was floating in the air. There was an enemy on the platform I was trying to get to so I’m not exactly sure was going on there

I don’t think it’s intentional, but on the first playthrough, I was just jumping around and shooting. After some time, the “You Win” end screen popped up. I’m not sure what I did to trigger that, but I hadn’t actually attacked any enemies yet (not on my screen at least). After trying a few more times, it’s still unclear to me what exactly the win condition is. I realised that the lasers seem to have infinite, or rather a super long range, which meant I was clearing enemies from spawn, prompting the end screen.

I’d like to see some faster movement. As it stands, the player feels a bit slow when moving, even more so while shooting the lasers.

There seem to be a few invisible walls that prevented me from getting to the upper part of the level :(

Some platforms don’t align perfectly

Laser is overpowered and can shoot through walls; could be single fire only instead of spamming to victory and could dissipate when in contact with a platform for example

Bugs have occurred where dog faces appeared where they shouldn’t (top of the first tree on the right - seemingly aligned horizontally as they do at the top of the screen)

Dogs near the forest area refused to get banished from existence; probably an error with the trees overlapping or something

His eye laser is cool, however it feels too overpowered in that I am able to hold down left click and it will continuously shoot.

The enemies look tough and probably would pose a threat if the lazer didn't tear through them before they even entered onto my screen.

Once you drop down into the area under the trees, your’re stuck and much like other parts of the map are constricted by invisible walls that you feel like you should be able to cross- obviously due to time constraints.

In Conclusion

Although my prototype was not 100% ready and my own curiosities regarding certain mechanics were a focus, it was interesting to receive feedback like the above.

During my own playthroughs of other games I learnt about different mechanics and could see how other people used those to the benefits of their games.

I have begun an edit of the original Mutant Kitty concept and will hopefully have incorporated the right changes to the game.

Stay tuned for the next post!

#gamedevelopment #mutantkitty #qut #playtesting

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