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[scatterbrainedbot]

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[tamrielic]

pairing – kaeya alberich × gn!reader

fandom | media – genshin impact

word count – 3,919・AO3・sequel

summary – y’all know that trope when a character gets injured in some way and it inevitably leads to someone, if not both of them, fully realizing and basically confessing their undying love to each other? this is that

tags﹠warnings – angst・hurt/comfort・fluff・kaeya is bad at feelings・gender-neutral pronouns・vulnerable kaeya・kaeya needs a hug・friends to lovers

originally posted on – 06/24/2022

author’s note (06/14/2022) – this is the first fanfic i’ve written for the genshin impact fandom, and it’s also the first fanfic i’ve written since late december of 2020 but kaeya is my favorite character and i am so ridiculously in love with him and was feeling extremely emotional (aka crying over kaeya) and i was also somewhat drugged due to my sleep medication so i had the overwhelming urge to write something

The sudden shock of silence following the defeat of the camp of hilichurls that Jean had sent you and the Cavalry Captain to clear out almost made your ears ring. Gasping for air, your sword arm trembled as you lowered it and your eyes frantically flit around the area, finally settling on a white tuft of fur that could only be the part of Kaeya’s cape visible around the side of a rocky outcrop that he’d undoubtedly ducked behind for cover. Your feet were moving before you even realized it, and suddenly you were kneeling right beside him.

“Kaeya?” Your voice sounded more wrecked than you thought it would, but at the moment you really couldn’t bring yourself to care. He let out a soft groan, slightly glazed eyes slowly fluttering open only to immediately focus on your face.

“Not exactly the fun and excitement that I had planned for today.” He joked, the left corner of his mouth turning up as he reached a hand up to feel the damage to his head.

Gently slapping his hand away, you chided. “Don’t touch it, you’re bleeding.” After grabbing your bag and rifling around in it for a moment you produced a clean rag and your trusty waterskin, quickly wetting the rag slightly before beginning to delicately wipe away the blood that was close to dripping down into his uncovered eye. Flinching, he grumbled again but remained focused on you as you worked to make him presentable.

“It’s not deep at all so you’ll be fine, but it’s a head wound so it bleeds a lot. I’ll do what I can for it and then we’ll head back and get you looked at by someone with legitimate medical experience.” You rambled, shaken up from seeing him get hit in the head with the blunt end of a polearm. He made a non-committal grunt as you finished up, and you quickly reached for your healing salve and smeared a small amount over the gash on his temple.

Completing your job of cleaning him up, you folded up the bloodied rag and shoved it and the salve back into your bag without giving them a second thought. Reaching for his arm, you slowly coaxed him up to a standing position. He sighed, nodding his head at you once he was steady on his feet.

“Thank you, Traveler — I’m so lucky to have my own personal healer.” He joked.

“I’m glad your sense of humor is still in tact, at least.” You replied with a worried smile, glancing up at him. Blinking slowly in what appeared to be confusion, he reached his hand up and smoothed away the crease that had been between your brows that you hadn’t even realized was there and then his hand dropped and caught something wet on your cheek.

“Tears? What, were you truly worried about me that much?” He teased in what was undoubtedly an attempt to deflect from his visible discomfort, lips turning up into that ridiculous smirk that never failed to simultaneously make you very irritated and uncomfortably flustered — albeit it was a fake and strained version of it. Huffing in embarrassment at having been caught crying without even having been aware of it, you reached up and grabbed his hand in one of your own.

“I always worry about you, especially when you throw yourself in harm’s way to protect me from a blow that I would’ve easily countered.” You snapped, unknowingly grasping his hand a little tighter.

His expression froze and unfocused for a brief moment, and if you hadn’t been working alongside him for months you would have missed it entirely, because then it was gone — his gaze suddenly intently focused on your own.

“Oh? Far be it from me to ensure that Teyvat’s beloved and revered Traveler doesn’t perish due to an unsuspecting blow from a mighty hilichurl.”

Scowling at him, you rebuked. “I can take care of myself you know, and I’d much rather I get hurt than you — you’re the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius after all. I’m just some random person from another world who’s lost and is, unfortunately, a pushover and cares for people and helps them however I can—” you stopped, aware that you were starting to ramble again.

Sighing, he dislodged his hand from your own and crossed his arms, returning your scowl at your long-winded explanation.

“Believe me, I’m fully aware of those insufferable traits of yours. You have acquired some fancy titles yourself, you know, and should try just a bit harder to not get killed.”

Mirroring his pose, you remarked. “Pot, kettle.”

Shrugging his shoulders and exhaling heavily, he dropped his arms to his sides, glancing to the side and grumbling. “Touché.”

Blinking in surprise, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Wow, that hit must have affected your head more than I thought if you’re giving up arguing with me already. You’re usually much more stubborn and opinionated than this.”

“What can I say, I—” He started to reply while turning to begin walking away, but suddenly stumbled a bit and threw his hand out and caught himself against a tree.

You were suddenly struck by the realization that your joking words may have been more truthful than you’d wanted them to be, and you ran over and wrapped your arm around his waist to help hold him up. “Kaeya!”

His eyes were closed tightly as he fought to regain his balance, slumped against the tree. “I’m fine, Mondstadt isn’t too far from here — I can make it.”

“Stop being so damned stubborn and let me help you, you ridiculous man.” You argued, gently pulling him to lean into you as soon as he felt steady enough to do so.

He didn’t reply, just kept his eyes focused on the ground in front of him as you both slowly but surely made your way back towards the city.

The next afternoon you leaned against the wall outside of Kaeya’s office, anxiously biting your lip and waiting for Jean and the doctor she had called to check on him to be finished. Suddenly the door opened and the aforementioned persons stepped out, closing the door behind them as the doctor turned to give both you and Jean a nod before heading out. Jean sighed and gave you a meaningful look that you weren’t sure how to interpret.

“He’s being difficult, of course, refusing to rest and claiming it isn’t serious even though he still has a headache and is obviously tired. Maybe you can talk some sense into him, he has a soft spot for you.” She said, smiling knowingly and turning to walk back to her office before you could reply.

Shaking your head, you wondered at what she’d said — you weren’t so sure about his supposed “soft spot” but it was worth a shot, at least. Sighing in frustration, you turned and knocked once before opening the door to his office, quickly stepping in and shutting it behind you.

Kaeya glanced up with a blank expression, doing a double-take once he realized it was you. “Oh? To what do I owe the pleasure of our Honorary Knight visiting me?” He joked, attention immediately going back down to the papers he was reading — though you couldn’t help but to notice that his expression seemed rather drained and his voice sounded a bit strained as well. You also noted that he wasn’t dressed as fancy or as much as usual, having decided to forgo his jacket, vest, and cape — leaving him in just his billowy low-cut white shirt and corset; his regular gloves, pants, and boots remaining the same.

“I was worried about you.” You spoke softly before summoning your courage and walking over to stand in front of his desk, trying but failing to keep your eyes focused on his face and not on his exposed collarbone or on the gorgeous skin of the sinful bit of his pectorals that were peeking out of his shirt.

He briefly glanced back up at your face, but you noticed he hadn’t yet made any actual eye contact with you. “I’m fine, no need to be concerned.”

“Kaeya. I know you’re a busy man, but you can’t just ignore the fact that you suffered from a legitimate head wound not even twenty-four hours ago.”

He snorted softly, then unexpectedly stood up and strode over to stare out the window behind his desk. “Aren’t you supposed to be heading out to Liyue Harbor today? Something about needing to assist a certain Mister Zhongli with something or other?”

You stared at the back of his head in disbelief. He wasn’t wrong, but Zhongli would understand — you never gave him a specific time or day you’d arrive anyways, just that it’d be at the end of the week.

Frowning and abruptly becoming filled with an intense surge of frustration, you stormed over to him and grasped both of his arms, sharply turning him to face you.

Gasping softly and staring at you in bewilderment, Kaeya opened his mouth to undoubtedly call you out on your rash behavior, but before he could get a sound out you allowed the strong emotions flooding your mind to guide yourself to let go of him and instead you threw your arms around him, yanking him into you and grasping at the back of his shirt like it was a lifeline.

Inhaling shakily, not used to being this impulsive, you noted that he smelled faintly of dandelions, parchment, and something else, something hard to describe — crisp like the smell of the cold air in mid-winter, almost sharp and bitter like the smell of freshly picked mint. Which made sense, actually, considering he had a cryo vision. You couldn’t help but take another deep breath, trying to memorize his scent.

He froze in your arms, breath stuttering and eyes wide and staring down at the top of your head. He held his hands up behind you, not sure whether to pull you off of him or to give in and wrap himself around your smaller and softer form.

Sighing, you leaned your head back enough so that you could finally make eye contact with him - still clinging to the back of his shirt, hands fisted in the material. You unintentionally wet your lips briefly before beginning to say something, but you ended up inhaling sharply as his attention immediately zeroed in on your mouth, Adam’s apple bobbing with his throat as he swallowed. His eye quickly darted back to your own, wide with apprehension.

You gazed at each other for what felt like ages but was likely only one minute. Eventually, you sighed once more and reluctantly released his shirt from one hand, reaching up to delicately cup the side of his face in your hand, your thumb softly caressing his cheekbone.

“I have grown to care for you far more than you’re aware, Kaeya. I knew it before yesterday happened, but seeing you genuinely hurt seems to have flipped a switch in me. I can’t help but worry about your well-being. I… I can’t lose you.” Your eyes grew wet with unshed tears as you continued to stare into his uncovered eye.

“I have to find my brother, yes, and it’s almost inevitable that I will have to leave this world behind eventually, but you… Kaeya, you are… magnificent.” You breathed the last word, becoming overwhelmed with the strength of your emotions.

He released a shuddering breath, closing what little distance was between you and resting his forehead against your own, his face turning softer and his eye heavy-lidded. “I normally take pride in my quick wit… at the moment I don’t know what to say but… thank you.” He whispered hoarsely, the tip of his nose nuzzling against yours and his breath warm against your lips as he followed up his statement with a faint smile and a chuckle that you could feel from where your chest was still pressed against his.

“No need to thank me, Captain. Archon’s know you need somebody to help keep you in line, and I’m honored for it to be me.” You murmured, eyes and mouth smiling as you allowed yourself to continue to be impetuous and rocked upwards to kiss his jawline softly as your hand slid up so you could tangle your fingers in the soft hair at the top of his neck.

He hummed in response, chuckling again and finally, finally giving in and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him so that his lips rested against your hairline. Threading his fingers in your hair, he breathed deeply while he let himself indulge in being close to someone for the first time in… well, much longer than he’d like to admit.

Both of you remained embracing each other and breathing each other in, neither one wanting to pull away out of fear that it would break this fragile moment.

Unfortunately, privacy is a rarity in the headquarters of the Knights of Favonius, and the door to Kaeya’s office was suddenly thrown open as Klee burst in. “Captain Kaeya, can I—” She stopped, eyes widening as she witnessed you practically fling yourself away from Kaeya, hurriedly turning to face the bookshelves to hide your burning face. His arms remained outstretched towards you for a moment, his mind — still somewhat slow and damaged from his injury — not understanding why you were no longer close to him before he abruptly came to his senses and sighed and turned to Klee, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow.

Her pointed ears twitched, eyes flickering between you both, her mouth hanging open and the bag of little bombs she had almost falling off of her shoulder in her silent confusion.

“Klee! Get back here, if Master Jean catches you trying to blast the fish in the lake again you’ll be in even bigger trouble than you already are!” You could hear Amber hissing loudly, running into the office and setting her hand on top of Klee’s head.

Klee nodded, still staring almost cluelessly at both you and Kaeya. Amber seemed to sense that they had interrupted something, eyes gaining a faintly smug look to them as she hurriedly ushered Klee and her bulging sack of fish bombs out the door.

“Sorry, sorry — kids these days, you know?” She remarked, grinning and not so subtly winking at you as she backed out of the room and the door shut once again with a click.

Flustered and embarrassed, you whimpered quietly as your hands tried to cover your face that felt like it was flaming from how flushed you were.

Kaeya quickly stepped over to the door and twisted the lock, immediately turning back to face you. He observed you as you continued to try and hide your face for a brief moment and then laughed, a genuine one that was light and happy and it had you instantly jerking your head towards him to see that he was smiling widely, his face slightly flushed just as yours was. Seeing and hearing him be so purely full of joy had your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest.

“Perks of being one of Klee’s favorite people, I suppose.” He chuckled, sauntering over and setting a hand on the bookshelf above your head and leaning over you with a lopsided smirk, effectively commanding the entirety of your attention once again with the intensity of emotions swirling in his uncovered eye. “Now, where were we?”

You fiddled with your fingers and giggled, but unfortunately it came out sounding shaky and nervous due to your flustered emotions following the harsh interruption and his sudden flirty disposition — not that it was something you’d never witnessed before, it just hadn’t ever been directed so blatantly at you — and close proximity.

Noticing your anxious response, his smirk vanished and his eye seemed to shutter, and he immediately took a small step back from you. “I’m sorry, was that too much?” He asked, shifting as if to move even further away.

Your heart lurched at his reaction and you lunged forward, hands flying up to grasp his sleeves and pull him back to you — unfortunately, he hadn’t been expecting that at all and staggered into you from the force of your grasp, causing you to stumble as well and fall back into the bookshelf.

Luckily Kaeya’s reflexes were sharp enough for him to have grabbed the back of your head before it had the chance to bash into the shelving, and you both stared at each other for a moment, incredulous.

You snorted, reaching up and covering the bottom half of your face with your hands in mortification at the loud sound but unable to stop laughing. Kaeya’s face lit up once again and his genuine laughter joined yours for a moment before his smile grew soft and features grew serious again as his hand pulled your own down and away from your face.

“Don’t ever hide from me, please.” He chided, his face and intense eye contact imploring you to listen to him.

Slowly settling down from your mirth, you playfully grumbled and shook your head with a smirk. “You’re one to talk, Captain.”

“That’s true enough, but… I’d like that to change. With you, if you’ll allow me.” He murmured, nudging his nose against yours just like he had earlier.

You inhaled sharply, suddenly unable to focus on anything but his mouth, watching the corner of his lips twitch upwards as he noticed your distraction.

“May I?” He breathed, his tone bordering on pleading as he leaned even closer still.

Words completely abandoned you as you stared at him, his absurdly handsome face so near to your own that you could see that he had a very faint smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. His eyebrow quirked up as you remained silent, head tilting ever so slightly to the side in question.

Finally fully realizing what he wanted, you breathed shakily and reached up to grasp the back of his neck as you suddenly pulled his face down to meet his lips with yours, breaths mingling as he hummed into the kiss, lips twitching up into a soft smile.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst once again, but out of the depth of emotion you felt for this beautiful, wonderful man rather than out of shock and dismay. Your eyes again grew wet with tears as you processed just how much you desperately cared for him, how much you loved him, this man you’d only known for a few months but had felt inexplicably drawn to since the moment you first met.

His long fingers tangled in your hair and he protested with a soft growl when you pulled away only for it to turn into a very faint whimper when you leaned up and began kissing the various features of his face. You let your lips softly caress the corners of his mouth, the tip of his nose, the eyelid of his closed eye, the surface of his eyepatch, the small bandage covering the wound at his hairline. He let out a shaky breath and his hands dropped to your hips, fingers gently kneading the soft flesh there as he basked in your affections.

You finally returned to his lips, becoming bold enough to run the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip in your need to taste him. Groaning and grasping at your hips a bit harder, he took the initiative and his tongue slid along yours while you whimpered and trembled in response.

He tasted like the sparkling dandelion wine he favored so much, and it was completely intoxicating.

Eventually, you both broke away to gasp for air, your eyes fluttering open and witnessing Kaeya’s one visible eye already focused on you intently and having darkened with a feeling you knew but were too flustered to name — you couldn’t help but be totally bewitched by his appearance and the depth of emotion you could see in his face as you both caught your breath.

“I feel like this escalated rather quickly…” You breathed, voice husky from the intense kiss.

Kaeya’s eye darkened even more at the sound of your voice, eyes glancing down to your lips again before his brain processed what you’d said.

“Ah, yes. We should probably… slow down.” He admitted, his voice also hoarse and low, a bashful crooked smirk making one of his dimples stand out. You reached up and poked at it with a huge lovesick grin, causing him to chuckle and grab your hand to place a quick kiss on the inside of your wrist before intertwining your fingers with his.

“We should take things slow, but can we… stay close like this? For just a little while longer?” You asked, trying not to sound like you were begging… even though you kind of were.

Kaeya pretended to be deep in thought in response to your question before he turned and pulled you along until he was in front of the cushioned window seat between bookshelves. Sitting down, he waggled his eyebrows at you as he patted his lap in suggestion, faintly wincing when the movement of his facial muscles made his head wound twinge in mild discomfort.

Your eyebrows rose in surprise, a short awkward laugh escaping you. You shifted on your feet self-consciously, biting your lip. “I’m not exactly the lightest—” Kaeya rolled his eyes and put his hands on your waist, pulling you down onto his lap as you let out a small shriek and quickly situated your knees on either side of his hips so as not to crush him.

“None of that now, my dearest darling requested more cuddles and what kind of man would I be if I refused them?” He scolded, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing your bodies together as he dropped a quick kiss on your forehead.

Blushing, you hid your face in the crook of his neck and grumbled at him as his hands caressed your back and he leaned back into the pillows that were piled on the window seat.

“So I’m your ‘dearest darling’ now?” You teased once you finally managed to calm down your fluttering heart. Kaeya smiled against your forehead and hummed, “Is that acceptable?”

You kissed his neck and reached to wrap your arms around it in response, your bodies pressed as close as possible. “If I’m being honest… I’ve been yours since the second I laid eyes on you, Kaeya Alberich.”

He seemed to cling to you then, hands fisting themselves in your shirt and his heart pounding — you could feel it from how close you were, and yours was beating in time with his.

“As I’ve been yours.” He whispered, fists unclenching and his hands smoothing your shirt before one tangled itself in your hair to hold your face to him and the other went back to grasping your hip.

You smiled and closed your eyes that were tearing up again, and once you both snuggled into each other and got more comfortable you were both content to lay there and hold each other.

The rest of the world and all of your problems and promises could wait, right now you both needed this — relaxing in the arms of the one you love and allowing yourself to feel and accept all of the strong emotions that come with that.

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[fizzingwizard]

Four: the one about the Groke

Short one... because her time is short

Who's that lurking down a frosty path... it's the Groke!

Her vibe is awesome and running from her was one of my favorite parts of the game. In fact, I liked it so much that when she turned out to be a good guy I was disappointed. Like, of course I expected it, I just expected the Groke to be a Thing in the game and stick around longer, so the reveal that she's actually "harmless" would come later...

Frozen Snufkin popsicle looks all kinds of dead and horrific. Me likey

The whole scene had the best vibe. Creepy and exciting. This isn't really a complaint but I just can't help feeling the game didn't save the best for last! After this most of the quests are very light-hearted. Especially after seeing Moomintroll, even though he's imprisoned, you don't feel the same pressure that you do in the first part of the game when everything is unknown, Moomintroll's whereabouts are completely unknown, AND there's the Groke and forest fires... The story was told backwards, at least emotionally, in my opinion.

That being said, this scene where Snufkin approaches the police with the frickin GROKE following him is metal as hell

And I was about to shake my first when everyone congratulated Snufkin for putting out the fires, but fortunately he gave credit where credit was due haha. I do wonder what... exactly... Snufkin was supposed to be doing during the fire? Like... was he really running through the flames? Is that hat of his fireproof bahahaha. I'd have liked some coughing animation or some such I guess.

The characterization of the Groke is very friendly and sympathetic. I prefer a more legitimately frightening Groke - not malicious, but focused on her own desire. She seeks light and warmth, only to put it out. But if someone sees her, and reaches out within the boundaries that exist - Moomintroll on the beach swinging the lantern every night without fail, but never getting close enough to touch - idk it seemed symbolic of depression or other familiar dark emotions to me which are difficult but important to accept. (To me anyway - not sure how others read it.) The game goes for a simpler angle like in Moominvalley 2019 and I do get it. I would have loved for the Groke to have been more central to the storyline but I'm not surprised. I still really loved her appearance and gameplay

eta: oh and yeah "The Groke just wants some friends" thing fits in with the whole "loners should make more friends!" vibe. Sorry, but I am wondering... what, does she not freeze people immediately on touch anymore? lol I'm glad she has friends but how does this work and why didn't it before? Moomintroll made friends with her but... didn't tell anyone all they had to do was decide she's not that bad and it'll be fine...?

[moltengoldveins]

That TCU post…that is truly one of, if not the greatest thing I’ve ever seen come out of this fandom. I tried my own hand a while back at writing “the dsmp but taken seriously”; gave it a name and a playlist but didn’t really write much before I went back to my other projects. If you ever have the motivation to do more with that outline I’d be honored to be a co-writer or help out in any way, or if you want you could just use my title as a name for the series: A Ballad of Broken Dreams.

holy crap op this is so sweet. Thank you so much. I’m… wow ok. That. Wow. Thank you. That’s legitimately so kind and I’m so glad you enjoyed it XD. Id also Love to see your playlist and your thoughts behind the songs if you’re down?! That sounds awesome :D

funnily enough, I’ve had a drafted outline for this heccin thing running around in my head since the Butcher Army arc. Right around when SAD-ist dropped her animatic, I simultaneously realized ‘oh wow, I Adore this concept’ and ‘oh wow, I Highly doubt the CCs are gonna manage to do this the way I’d want to see it’ and lo and behold: I was correct. So painfully correct. (There were also People Involved whom I had Really Bad Feelings About from very early on that, sure enough, turned out to be exactly what i thought they were, rip) So the Emduo prequels, Icarus heccin Dying, and the end of Axe of Peace have been around for Ages.

I’d honestly love to do more with this concept, (i am designing movie posters as we speak) but due to Chronic Illness Pog I’m in a rather unstable financial situation? And don’t have a ton of free time for art. Any big projects are gonna take a While, or id need to find a way to use it or something adjacent to fund, y’know, Rent. That being said, I’m definitely writing the emduo prequels, both as movie scripts and as novels, as those are the films focused on, yknow, My Bois. I also think it’d be hilarious to release the novels and then the scripts and watch people Loose Their Minds over the ‘inaccurate adaptation >>:(‘

I’d absolutely love to work with other people in the fandom on this stuff, though I’ve never been the best at directly co-writing (my writing method and style is painfully specific (ie needlessly poetic) and I’m very autistic: I don’t like it when people touch that Specific Thing) but literally anything else? Im open ears. I love collabs.

and finally, I adore your name for the series, (excellent word choice there /srs, it fits perfectly with the symbolism of the whole story) and I think it works really Really well for the actual DSMP, but if I’m entirely honest… I’m not sure it fits the TCU? Like genuinely I’m so grateful for the suggestion, I love when people offer ideas and bounce things around like that. But one of the main things I tried to do with this concept was work out how the story could actually end Well. A deep-seated belief in the good-but-fallen nature of man, the importance of hope, and the inevitability of redemption kinda comes part and parcel with the whole Being-A-Christian Thing (if it doesn’t, you’re missing the Whole Point Of The Bible) and while the actual DSMP may have ended in broken dreams… this doesn’t. That was my first thought when writing that outline: This Is Going To End Well. Not for wish-fulfillment reasons, not because I’m naive or I don’t like bad endings, but because fundamentally, everything sad is a lie, and if the story has ended in tragedy, it hasn’t ended yet.

If I had to pick a series name now, I’m not sure what I’d pick. A part of me balks at referencing anything popularized by Our Local Redacted, but ‘unfinished symphony’ wasn’t his in the first place, it was from Hamilton. “The Finished Symphony” has a cool ring to it? I dunno. If anyone else has ideas please feel free to toss them in here aight, I’m not settling on anything for a While.

Anyways, thanks for Ted talking with me, drink water 💜

[faith--in-the-future]

i’m waiting for the review 🫡🤭

HERE I AM!!

AOTV SPOILERS BELOW!

omg I loved it!! Like overall it was so beautifully done and u can really see it was done with care and thoughtfulness! it follows the timeline chronologically pretty well although it kind of goes 2010 to 2016 and then skips to 2019 to 23 so that gap kind of stays unknown but it is said that those were very difficult years for louis.

it starts with the 1d stuff and it goes pretty deep in how louis lived the beginning and the end of it! like we hear the story of how he didn't sing at all in wmyb and how he had worked with the producer for the 2nd single and they worked hard to get his verse right and then in the final cut he found out that they had given it to harry (😑) and how at that moment he felt like no matter what he did it wasn't gonna be good enough :( but that's also how he started writing bc all he ever wanted was to feel like he had a place in the band :( and then it cuts to 2015 and their last performance and there's a very telling video of him after the performance and he was so fucking sad (also I wonder what that footage was for ? bc it looked like they were making something then too) and in the voice-over he says that he was feeling angry and lost bc he felt like he finally had his place and he didn't want it to end (!!!) and then OLI MY BEST FRIEND!! says how only certain band members wanted it to end but louis didn't (we been knew but I'm glad oli is well aware and not scared to say it) and then we even hear lottie and his grandparents talk about the huge loss that losing 1d was for him.

I actually found it interesting that they had that first segment about 1d then right after his mom and then felicitè and they talked about all of those as the most important losses of louis' life so u really can see how big of a loss the breakup was for him :/ it was truly a part of him

then there's the part about his mum with his grandparents talking and I legitimately cried when his grandpa was talking bc it was all so sad and touching but also u can really feel how much they LOVE and admire louis and in general in all the family clips and interviews u really see how he is the core of his whole family and how much he loves them all. it's so beautiful

I loved the bits with his sisters too! the twins talked about how much he looks after them and how sometimes he's a bit too much but it's only bc he cares so much :(( and lottie said "he was made to be a big brother for many sisters " and I was like SO TRUE !!!! he literally is ! and helene called him GENTLE AND KIND !! which is also SO TRUE 😭😭 I love him sm

also I was surprised that they talked more about felicite bc he never said anything but God :( lottie talked about how louis and her tried to help her and how guilty she felt bc she couldn't and how louis must have felt it even more 😔😔

and in the middle of all of the parts there's oli interviews which are the best bc he truly gives such an insight on louis and like u can totally see why they're so close !! he understands louis a lot ! and he even says his job is to try to keep louis' life together lmao 😭😭

I loved the part about the beginning of the walls era bc u see how difficult that was for him and many aspects of it was stuff that we didn't know about! like there are clips from some of the earlier promo performance where Louis says that he hated it and hated performing and u can really see how much he beat himself up for his mistakes and that only starts changing with the ccme performance and then only at the Scala gig he's like I actually loved that!! I was really surprised about that like I had guessed from his stage presence and in general by everything that he wasn't really comfortable but he literally says taht at one point he couldn't wait to get out :(( and helene is like that's what u need to work on bc u actually love singing!! and u can see how it all changes with tour and how much she was right bc his voice keeps getting better as he gets happier mentally <3 the body truly does keep the score of our trauma!

I also loved the band bits and u can see how significant it is for the guys that louis sleeps in the same bus as them and involves them in day off activities and how tight and loving the atmosphere is on tour

also the fans interviews were lovely!! I especially liked a segment they did on how fans formed friendships and lived great experiences through the fandom and louis! u can really see how much louis loves that and it's beautiful bc it just reinforces one of louis' core messages which is how important people and love are <33

the entire Freddie segment was BEAUTIFUL it is the part that my non louie friend was most impressed by bc u can really tell how much louis loves him and vice versa, also how important Freddie is for him! and he's such A GOOD DAD!! so loving and affectionate, he is always telling him that he loves him and asking for kisses and it was so 😭 that kid will be such a wonderful person. and louis even showed him that he was crying after the la show bc he saw him in the crowd ! :(( truly beautiful (and great parenting especially for a boy!)

there wasn't a lot about his career difficulties (as I expected) but it's still hinted at that he had more than one issue with the labels and all that side of things :/ also found it interesting that helene mentioned that people in management etc in 1d didn't like him bc they thought he was arrogant and wanted to be the front man when all he was arguing for was just Equal and fair opportunities and even his grandparents talk about how it wasn't fair how he was treated in the band and that even if louis didn't talk about it they could see it hurt him... sigh

I'm sure I'll remember more as soon as I post it but for now I think that's enough skdk it's beautiful! it's telling and it's real ! go watch it and enjoy louis in all his wonderful aspects!

also there are the parts about liam at ccme and niall in Mexico and they talk about when louis went to see him etc and it was interesting how niall seemed awkward in front of the camera talking about it lol? meanwhile it was sad when louis watched liam the first night and then louis was in his room and he asked if he'd stay to watch him but liam had to fly to LA :/// kind of explains how all of them have treated louis for all these years tbh, maybe that's what triggered that apology from liam and tbh louis definitely deserves one from all of them .

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SPOILERS, Discussion II, Chapter 6 Part 2.

Don't read this if you haven't read this chapter.

This is an author answer/response to "Wednesdays_Destiny" on AO3 because I can't be bothered (or frustrated) to chop it up into God knows how many comments in their 10K limit.

Purple is direct Afterburn Canon/quote.

Pink is Wednesdays_Destiny's thoughts/q's.

THE COLORS ARE A LITTLE MESSED THIS TIME. IDK what happened, something happened when it saved to drafts. It's this trash site's problem. Not going back to fix it 💀

Fun video clip included under the cut.

>legitimate physical harm is fair game.&lt;

>>>Usually such rules "everything except" happen after "except" happens, so I wonder if they had an incident previously.

It’s that they know that the different species have different levels of powers, some more potentially dangerous than others, so they respect each others’ differences by keeping each other safe. (This is a little spoilery.)

>it billowed out their noses as their&lt;

>>>Yeah sorry that ship has sailed B/Y, nothing will beat the irritated dragon Wednesday.

Wednesday shotgunned Donovan on her birthday, too. It hits different though, I get it…Yoko has yet to win any hearts over. But shotgunning is still sexy.

>gives a vampire the benefit&lt;

>>> Is that a benefit? Despite being able to mix you Just need to buy and consume more then?

If normal people mixed drugs the way vampires can, they’d all be dead. Or undead, if they’re lucky enough to be “resuscitated” by a vampire before the heart stops. Either way, vampires can't die of an OD.

>perhaps she just didn't remember&lt;

>>>>I will admit I am curious what happened that she chose to forget it ever happened.

Well, we’ll just have to see if that question is ever answered in canon or in a flashback or in a deleted scene or in a short one shot or…

>those powers wouldn't show up for another few years&lt;

curious if sirens/Gorgon also get their powers during puberty of it they have it from birth.

Sirens and Gorgons are born that way, with some minor changes as growth happens. And I’m taking from N/Canon that psychic powers don’t show up until just about mid-puberty. Wednesday’s psychic powers showed up after the Fester-like electricity did to a noticeable degree…that’s all I’ll say about that for now, since it’ll probably be covered in Chapter 7. And BTW, male sirens and gorgons are rarer than females; Kent and Ajax are the outliers of their kind. Telekinesis is male-dominated outside of vampires (where it’s gender neutral), but there are Addamses who have that. They have a wide array of powers in the family.

>since her very plain surname wasn't exactly memorable.&lt;

>>>>What do you mean? Addams is like one of the most memorable last names there is.

It’s actually common (35th in the U.S.), except for the spelling. That’s why Enid spelled it “Adams” in her shitty blog.  LOL

>cold and professional…. A sudden commotion&lt;

>>>> And you blueball us pff. Given that she lost her virginity to our sheriff the farthest they went was a blowjob, maybe that explains how she was so good with Donovan first try - if she was "experimenting" with with boys previously.

I probably won’t write what happened (even though I know exactly what happened…) but she did not put her mouth on him. That I can tell you. It was, at first, honestly innocent “doctor” play.

>"I'm ovulating." &lt;

>>>>Oohhh FucK

Oh no, someone’s gonna end up pregnant in their sophomore year of high school, oh nooooo…*cackling*

>the colorful rainbow rippling up and&lt;

>>>>Talk about inconvenient, that prevents all types of exhibition kinks like having a remote vibe inside in the classroom, coming and trying to not move a muscle/be dead quiet so no one catches on. But besides that its fucking glorious.

I can imagine many, many funny scenarios where their orgasms happen in public.

>his sister's paranoid drug rages&lt;

>>>>Glad I have never touched any type of drug, of any type. That sounds just horrible.

Some people can’t handle their drugs *at all*. Wednesday is smart and doesn’t take unnecessary risks (so far) with drugs. Divina has difficulty with it, and not necessarily because she takes too much (though sometimes she does…I think there’s a lot of pain and guilt in her since I already have their backstory written).

>the balloon inflated, rising off of his hand&lt;

>>>>Now do that with Laurels head.

He’ll deal with some of his rage about “Ms. Thornhill” in the sequel, I think.

>strange tornado of feelings he had for an old, quirky acquaintance&lt;

>>>>Given that Donovan is 55 he will be dead in 30ish years at the latest, then you will be a man and can go collect your woman. Till then run a FwB with Bianca.

*laughs in Omnipotent POV*

>gorgon was stone hard&lt;

Punny American, I see.

🥸

>her during, manipulating pressure against her clit&lt;

>>>>Or you could use your powers to massage parts you could not normally reach, like the roots and base of her clit instead.

Do you honestly believe that nerdy little Rowan who kissed like he was a thirsty dog lapping at a water bowl would know anything about female anatomy other than the clit and vagina?  Plus even if he did, he’d still be lost since the siren’s weird labia kinda work differently (they’re able to move/ripple…kinda like Pseudobiceros bedfordi: 

Persian Carpet Flatworm Pseudobiceros bedfordi )

See that rippling?  That’s how their labia work. Only they also have lamellae (think the underside of a mushroom) that also move with that.

>amazingly satisfying cock, just big&lt;

>>>>Imo missed opportunity to have him have a 4 inch cock and use his telekintetic powers to stretch the vagina of the girl he is with telekineticly making him always be the perfect fit.

Rowan was not a shapeshifter like his father, so extending his dick would hurt him and shortening the vag of the girl to make his tiny peen fit would hurt her (when Chance has sex with Weems, he changes things about himself to fit her, like his tongue, but honestly, he is already her perfect fit…ahem). As a telekinetic, he can only manipulate what is already there, whereas shapeshifters are...

...more flexible.

Plus I wanted to be kind to Rowan…it wasn’t his fault he lost his mind.

>"Is what all that we are?" "I dunno. I just have a feeling."&lt;

>>>>The fact of having pictures of lots of ancient, important and powerful legacy in your hideout, a bunch of old valuable books...I have no idea how you would get that idea. The nightshades were always meant to be a trivial social club.

This is an N/Canon problem. Given that Bianca et al have had this kind of access to the library (hmm, how did they get it in the first place…I guess I’ll have to be the one to fricking explain it then, thanks N/Canon crap writers LOL) for at least two other semesters and HASN’T read any of those books, uh…yeah. Someone intro’ed the Nightshades as a “social club”. Hmm, I wonder whooooo………..

>Bianca held a bit of resentment&lt;

>>>>As much as I love Enid, that is her biggest flaw, I suspect she runs the blog because she did not have any real friends - she was rooming alone before and Yoko had space, so she prob was using it to fill some void.

I’ve thought about that as well. She was rooming alone. Why? Poor Enid. Enid has her strengths, but she can be a little ditzy.

>"S'not like Addams hasn't made it abundantly clear that she doesn't want 'im."&lt;

>>>>-They have history, she saved him, he saved her, in the infirmary, she looked...content, she finds him interesting (as the killer or not)... I get why he's holding out hope.

Bianca doesn’t know anything about their history.

> whose activity had made Divina's siren song a little louder&lt;

>>>> The siren song is the power they use to manipulate, is the implication here it's like a cat purring? A cat's purr does have certain qualities of a siren song…

We saw how a “siren song” actually works (twice, once with Tyler and once with Coach Vlad). In order to manipulate someone, they have to state what they want them to do. With this aspect of a  siren song, it’s more like a deep sea mating song. They’re not telling anyone to do anything, it’s not produced out of manipulation; it’s produced out of pleasure.

That said, have you ever heard a female cat's mating call? It’s not purring. A whale's call sounds like this. But the wails, as pleasant as they are (and they are pleasant, not as harsh as whale sounds) just happened to remind Xavier of cats/Morella.

>would suction into place around a female siren's cervix&lt;

>>>>Tor, making up siren genitalia since Wednesday But I am curious, does that still work if the male siren is cut? Are sirens not cut?

Male sirens are never cut.

>"We have to go on ahead with your original plan,"&lt;

>>>>Given you got killed via nightshade poisoning, Enid fights the Hyde and Wednesdays shoe killing thornkill your plan failed.

Hmm.

>her father out of those murder charges stemming&lt;

>>>>Stemming from you - no one else saw Gomez holding that sword so it was you who put that whole ball rolling.

She described what she saw and the circumstances around it.  She isn’t psychic, yanno. LOL Plus she was Enid’s age, or about.

>"You still think she could be the one?"&lt;

>>>>Curious what the payoff for that one will be. As a possible theory, the chancellor is a Wednesday stalker by the end.

Hmm. I will say that eventually they will have some scenes together.

>Trust me…they're all safe, fucking each other under the moonlight.&lt;

>>>>What? 6 out of the 300+ Students are safe and the others are just fucked. The bad fucked.

He assumes that the whole school is probably fucking under the moonlight too, so when he says “all” it’s extended to mean everyone in the castle. All horny teens. And he’s probably correct. I just haven’t gone into the dorms of the other three halls yet (which I have named, since the fucking fuck writers haven’t given us those names either).

>listening to Noble's concerns about the lack of progress on the case&lt;

>>>> Interesting if I recall correctly Noble thought the murders to be a bear not any type of outcast. So there is no case in Noble's mind?

This is part of N/Canon that pisses me off; Noble used to be Sheriff. Meaning he was a cop, investigating crimes. So AB/C Noble heavily suspects that it really isn’t a bear, given the wounds. He tells Weems and the public that they’re bear attacks because he’s working to preserve their symbiotic relationship. Nevermore gets left alone from any ordinances/bigots like David Breeding because Nevermore contributes to his campaign and gives shitloads of cash to the city in taxes and donations.

>approved people just weren't human enough&lt;

>>>>Oh no...is this going where I think it's going?

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>pilgrims who persecuted and murdered outcasts&lt;

>>>>Regarding my outcast questions, THIS is why it's important

You cannot even look at a Gorgon…

The original outcasts in the colonies did not include gorgons and sirens. More on that in the future, I already have things planned and am not spoiling that.

>when few outcasts were sent overseas&lt;

>>>>Why? Looping back to some of my other questions, Georgians don't do it intentionally, so could you just tie one to the barrel of your tank and anyone trying to shoot at you gets stoned? They would be the best war asset, same with shapeshifters infiltrating the command level of the military Are outcasts even an only native American thing?

I don’t think outcasts normally like to get involved in Muggl — erm, norminal affairs. The only ones who were sent were vampires. Both groups would end up losing more than they would if they just left each other alone.

>and he lived in a trailer >like an accident by running her over with his truck&lt;

>>>>Unless that truck had fist shaped tires, I do not see how that could have worked. Also, that is fucking brutal.

Men like Breeding are the type who would do something like this.  And it’s been done before.

>building a decent case against someone&lt;

>>>>While it would be great to have those violent people gone it would not solve the murders happening Donovan.

He’s just trying to buy time.

> That's one Hell of a 'therapist'&lt;

>>>>It's called shock therapy I believe. With her fingers. And Shocks.

💀

>He'd been forbidden to masturbate&lt;

>>>>Wednesday should get the same rule...also Him coming untouched thinking of her while also able to last multiple of her orgasms while inside her is confusing.

Wednesday lives by her own rules in all canon, LOL And a man can’t control his wet dreams. Also, the power of the mind vs. body is a strange thing. I’ve seen some men last through multiple orgasms. I’ve seen some who are one weak little stream and that’s it. So there is always the average, which is a big pond to find average fish in, but then you have the special ones, like Donovan and shape shifters.

>There was no way that he would have taken the chance of a perfect match.&lt;

>>>>Then why bother? Frankly, this tells you very little. Only that both claws are related. It could be your wife's family had more hides in them that are still around I get him trying to deny it, but at least be sure of it and then deny it.

His wife’s family are all in France (though a lot of them are dead), and he wanted to be more than sure it was Tyler and not some other Hyde (in case there was another Hyde). Francie’s DNA may have been wiped from CODIS, but testing might still have record of it, thus Donovan wasn’t going to take the risk of the official channels finding the match. He’s a little paranoid since he’s pretty sure he still has copies of files that were otherwise ‘lost’.

>chided him for being weak and pathetic.&lt;

>>>>How is Donovan weak and pathetic?

There is a method to my madness with these secondary, no-line characters. You're just going to have to trust me.

> What brought out Tyler's? &lt;

>>>>You see there is this lovely woman, glasses, loves plants, hates outcasts, loves coffee and your sons cock.

#Gatesmonster has my attention atm.

>and was sitting up in his new black and white pet bed > the girl who had a soft spot for animals&lt;

>>>>While that thought is adorable, I doubt she cares for animals as a whole, given she basically murdered two bags full of piranhas in the opener and besides loving her pet Nero I do not recall any other interactions with animals.

That she has a ‘way’ with animals is canon.  She has hibernated with bears and swam with sharks. Those weren’t one of her usual ‘Wednesday being edgy’ lies, since Wednesday and Gomez confirm the shark thing. Bear hibernation was sort of confirmed with Eugene.

>since photography had been a hobby of his&lt;

>>>>That is neat, giving our man some hobbies. Proper photography is hard too, and no selfies on whatever site currently is in are not photography

This is something that Wednesday and Donovan share/bond with over. She likes crime scene photography, so she was taught to develop her own film.

>that she had a mirror fetish&lt;

>>>>Katoptronophilia you mean ?...Donovan, also using this chance to point out that kink and fetish are different, kink is optional but gives pleasure, fetish needs to be present to get pleasure at all.

I’m not going to go into this debate because it’s silly, especially when everyone is always contradicting themselves when trying to parse the difference. The Addamses all have it, hence the Hall of Mirrors. People can have a fetish for something but not have to indulge in it every time. How many times have people discovered their spouses’ fetishes after not having a clue about them before marriage? Plenty. As well, I see them as something that would immediately get someone off, where as a kink can be more drawn out.

>grim creeperism that kept everybody else at a distance&lt;

>>>>That is such an interesting point, is Wednesday acting or is she genuine when she is creepy...Eg the hug with Enid, was that Wednesday, giving in "fine I like hugs" or was that purely for enid's sake

I have been meaning to do a series about the lies Wednesday tells whenever she wants to shock people. We already know she does this, purposely, within her first ten minutes with Enid. “Rumor has it that you killed a kid at your old school and your parents pulled a few strings to get you off…” “Actually it was two kids, but who’s counting?” (Lie, since she didn’t kill any kids at all, she just maimed Dalton.) “I was born on Friday the 13th.” (Lie, since her birthday on the show is in November and there was no Friday the 13th in November 2006.) “Sartre said ‘Hell is other people.’ He was my first crush.” (Very unlikely, LOL). Etc., etc.

>A sixteen-year-old Wednesday was more bold, perhaps reckless&lt;

>>>> This is making me wonder who the first one to find out who shouldn't be, regarding "I fuck who I want, and there is nothing you can do about it"

Upcoming, Chapter 7.

>she was forced to keep rejecting the boy's advances&lt;

>>>>-She seemed really shocked and pleased about that date location, unless she's faking the whole "iam into death" thing, a crypt would be the perfect spot to take the creepy goth girl, and of course a normal scary movie would be a joke to her, so either double down with a classic or go the inverse with a vibrant movie that is scary and torture for her.

I don’t think the ‘I’m into death’ thing is faked, but by this point in the AB story, she’s already had her candle lit birthday, and it was done better, even though it wasn’t in a crypt. Again, Tyler went with the assumptions here. 

>>>>When Donovan leaves the way she looked to (her) bottom left "oh fuck how am i gonna explain that one to my man ?"

🙂

>"Do I scare you, Donovan?"&lt;

>>>>I feel like...i saw that line befor...hmmm.

This whole scene before the truck was the one I had to take back from Part 1.  So people read it there, first.

> with her electrical discharges&lt;

>>>> Since I have yet to see a payoff to that little storyline, here is my newest take on it: She's gonna kill him with said electrical discharges during one of her most powerful orgasms she has for him

Nope.

>or into her womb&lt;

Given how much he has filled her with already, there should be something in the oven already…

🙂

>slight strabismus in her right eye<

>>>>Is this something you made up? I saw your recent post with Wednesday/Tyler at the station, and she does have it but that could just be due to the distance he just went up to her?

Normal Wednesday/Jenna eyes:

She has it in the scene where they’re arresting Xavier…because she’s so full of pride and excitement that her right eye just wants to bug out into a different direction LMAO:

It's slight (I did say slight!).

Not tryna be mean, but it’s there (and also visible at split second times in other scenes/things she does). Doesn’t make her less cute. If Jenna God forbid ever saw this, I hope she knows that no one's perfect, certain sht can't be helped, she's cute in this whole series.

>"You're destroying your liver."&lt;

>>>>Yeah well you decided to go for an old alcoholic, the limited expiration date was visible before you made your purchase Addams.

She didn’t know just how much he drank (not the beer in his desk, but the scotch), though, until…well. That answer is in this chapter too.

>"Doll, you know what it's like to make promises in this fucked up world we live in," &lt;

>>>> love to hear his unwavering affection for her, iam sure nothing can shake that. Right?

He will love her until the day that he dies. ETA: And vice versa (she will love him until the day she dies as well).

>"Even if I dig up more bodies?" she asked&lt;

>>>>Taking her to a court ordered gravedigging might be a good setting for a date with him.

Hmm. 

>run down wasn't exactly something she was eager to witness either&lt;

>>>>Given that Canon Wednesday stated she had it on her bucket list, does this mean your Wednesday is a softer version and part of the "I love death" she exhibits is fake?

“Bucket list” N/C comment was one of her lies/shock value/edgy comments, see above about her lies/sarcasm, to mess with people. AB/C Wednesday is pretty accurate to that except for how she behaves around Donovan, which is the softer part. And yet she will still say her ‘Wednesday lies’ around him, too. It’s just how she is. I feel like she does this to keep people at a distance so they never know the real truth around who she is…kind of a defense mechanism.

>it was horrific and she froze&lt;

>>>>It really was not that bad Wednesday, Eugene's claw wounds were much more severe, speaking off, the mayor got killed because he got it figured out, why exactly got Eugene attacked again? Laurel specifically ordered Tyler there for what, injure him? As much as I love Eugene, he should be dead.

I’ve watched this scene more times than I can count just for the surprised and shocked gasp of hers that happens when Noble is hit, and to watch her hurriedly get the fk out of his SUV (hurried so much that she didn't bother to close the hatch) and run towards them.  She was shocked by it/took no pleasure in it. 

Regarding Eugene, I believe he survived because he had that thick jacket on. Rowan had his vest but it wasn’t zipped up, same goes for the camper in the beginning (I think). Eugene had layers that could’ve helped save him from deadlier wounds (Tylermonster didn’t have too much time to hack and slash at him like he did with Fabian, since Tylermonster could hear that Wednesday was on the way via them calling out to each other).

Also speaking of Eugene: Laurel fucking Gates could detach Noble from his ventilator, but not Eugene from his?  COME ON!!! 

>he hooked her leg over his hip and started thrusting&lt;

>>>>I have to admit I had to reread this a couple times before (I think) I pictured it correctly...

Do I have to illustrate this with LEGO again?  Her right leg is on the door frame because there’s no real space to put the left foot (his cruiser has a metal grate that separates arrestees in the back; but he does have some shelf space behind the front seats for shit like equipment, his hat, etc.). He hooked her left leg over him (with her pants having slid off her boot...those are wide-leg pants again).

>more pained sounds she made, the harder he fucked&lt;

>>>>Is our sweetheart Donovan also into inflicting pain? It would appear so.

I think it’s harder to describe than that.

>there was nothing but blissful acceptance&lt;

>>>>So breathplay is another Kink of hers.

Maybe.

>Donovan hated hearing her name fall from Tyler's lips&lt;

>>>> The fuck did he even come from? I checked he was standing in a corner and when he is leaving he's using a different door like what.

I like to think he was coming in from the garage. The exterior of the house doesn’t match the interior shots anyway, so in AB/Canon, that door he came in from in the scene w Tyler was the garage. For all we know, it leads to the outside (probably N/Canon, but again...the house’s interior doesn’t match the exterior, as there’s another door on almost the same corner as that kitchen/dining/living room door below):

>"Came home during my shift last week.&lt;

>>>>During an eventual next reread I will need to note down dates and day changes to see if this is one session we have been with them.

🙂

>his right in a fist near his face.&lt;

I gotta say iam not sure how I feel about this Donovan, failing to do what is right is not equal to doing wrong...but getting violent (again based on his fearful reaction) is not excusable.

I wrote this scene before I discovered that in the original script, Donovan was supposed to smack him. I see why they cut it out, violence is never a solution and that saved Donovan from being a terrible guy in N/Canon, but at this point in the AB story, Donovan is overwhelmed. Think of how much higher this makes his stress level (to think that his own son could potentially find out or figure out that he’s been fucking ((and is totally in love with)) a younger girl). He’s unraveling, like Wednesday.  Except Wednesday doesn’t have to look at a killer ((that he loves)) every night.

>I won't even mention what else I smell&lt;

>>>>I mean, what else DO you smell ?, The Sheriff, her smelling freshly fucked/sweaty, possibly cum. Weed. A proper cake? It's not that bad Enid.

There are loads of other things werewolves can smell around other non-werewolves when they’re conscious of it.

> checking to make sure the flashlight still worked&lt;

>>>> Not on you but the show, the fuck is up with those flashlights, modern flashlights are powerful enough to illuminate a fucking forest in the middle of the night as if its day, why do you run around with a candle on a stick basically? Fucking amateurs

I think they were trying to keep on the fact that Wednesday is still old fashioned. Hence her batteries for her flashlight instead of getting one that you can recharge, etc.  Though she has a really weird flashlight that flashes red. I dunno why they did that (the scene where they come upon the Cadillac at the mansion).  ETA 9/10/23: This was the one mistake I made so far in interpreting the series, the red flash was not her flashlight, it was the above lamp she turned on. Which still doesn't make sense, why red? Weird. Anyway, I missed that at first, but I know it now. (Another reason why I need to keep watching 7 and 8 while I write my 7 and 8. The sequencing and details are a bigger mess.)

>"Since the Rave'N.&lt;

>>>>Ha Enid caught on immediately.

She sure did. It was especially strong after her birthday, in spite of the rain/some wash-offs.

>Wednesday was a really pretty girl&lt;

>>>>Everyone loves Eugene. I have not met anyone who dislikes Eugene. Look how much fanfiction is Eugene centric. How often he gets the girl. Never.

He’ll get the girl. The people in this fandom forget about the Longbottom Effect.

>the other Furs can&lt;

>>>>8 Hours runtime and we know a single Named fur: Enid, Murray/Esther do not count because they do not go to the school.

No vampires except Yoko, either. 

>'clique' were all fucking each other.&lt;

>>>>It does break my heart that sweet Ajax is cheating on Enid, at this point they are together and this confirms she has no idea.

Ajax…crap, I can’t type what I was gonna type. … 🙂

>if he's got a big — " "Enid."&lt;

>>>>Damn it Enid not you too, men have more value than the size of their cocks! , just think about the size of their wallets!

She a typical curious teen girl.  I’d have asked too.  

>hideous looking monster.&lt;

>>>>Given you have given the sirens new genitalia, are about to give Enid special lady parts, Is Laurel dealing with normal or "advanced" genitalia?

Laurel’s dealing with Tyler’s almost 7” long schlong. He hasn’t transformed during sex. 

>they smelled like the boy who had accompanied them&lt;

>>>>So she knows.

She doesn’t even have a suspicion yet because she literally has no clue as to what’s going on.  Wednesday never talks to her about it because she doesn’t want to hear it (canon, after she faints and makes W move her own crime board). If you were Enid and you were totally sidetracked into doing something totally fucked up and suddenly came upon this bed that smelled like Tyler’s pheromones (and Laurel’s, but she can’t place it because she’s only smelled her in passing/didn’t really have cause to commit her scent to memory), you’d wonder WTF was going on, too. 

>Disappeared. Evidence, disappeared&lt;

>>>>God iam so upset that this is what happened and canon, really? Small little Laurel emptied out the whole place? ...

I have hated the writers for this, too. She’s small like Wednesday is. To move ALL of that stuff in so little time?  COME ON. 

Unless…she had help.

>to this case is somewhere, it never is!"&lt;

>>>>How so? She brought you two DNA samples, and while the match between them was a bust, you luckily had a third sample so she DID confirm your suspicion by delivering you Tylers claw.

Rowan’s body wasn’t (which to him is still an unsolved mystery at this point), the cave got destroyed before they could get to it (THIS IS STUPID CANON TOO! The minute she gave him the claw she should have also told him where she fkn got it…there was more than enough time to get over to the damn cave to search it for prints/other evidence). AB/C Donovan also suspects that this evidence could’ve helped figure out who unlocked Tyler, so having a promise of it only to have it not pan out is frustrating to him, so he’s taking it out on her.

>what it was that he was keeping from her&lt;

>>>>Iam so excited for the next two chapters to find out if they talk about Tyler being the hyde before the official reveal in canon, both of them basically know it's him, even more so once Enid provides her insight.

🙂

>We'll talk when I get back."&lt;

>>>>Tyler bud, I know things have been hard but I really need you to stop monstering, my girlfriend is starting to suspect you.

Hmm.

>"I don't want that right now,"&lt;

>"Shoulders…please." &lt;

>>>>really appreciate that she tells him what she likes.

She’s been reading that communication is the key to a healthy sex life. …Or maybe she’s just bossy.  

>rather liked that smell. It was the smell of her arousal&lt;

>>>>The inclusion of smell in your sex scenes is something I love. It's a sense that is often overlooked.

I try to include it in everything, regardless (the cedar cabin, the aroma of beer in Wednesday’s first kiss, etc.). It’s something that a lot of shows (and fic) miss.

>"That sounds like a you problem,"&lt;

>>>>No that's a both of you problem, if you do not help to make your partner decent again when they have to be, you're just an asshole.

She was being an asshole because she was pissed about him not believing her. She feels he knows better and needs to open up more, especially after the rough sex in the cruiser.

>"You don't have a choice — "&lt;

>>>>This is not how it works Wednesday, because if it were you are in a relationship with Xavier or Tyler right now. Both sides need to agree to form and maintain a relationship, so once Donovan decides he needs a break, it is out of your hands.

Honestly, they should be talking to each other about everything re: the case. He doesn’t really need the break from her, he needs to be able to breathe easier since he knows his son is a killer and that he could end up killing the one thing that makes him feel like living again. But I’m also going by canon, so…they have to have a break.

>"Of course. My apologies for," she cleared her throat, "my behavior. Just now."&lt;

>>>>Love that she realized that too and that she apologizes for it, Wednesday really struggles with admitting when she's wrong.

She haaaaaaates embarrassing herself, and that’s what she thinks it is. 

>are relatively generative&lt;

A word so big even google translate abandoned me. I "assume"(see what I mean?) she is not talking about the female reproductive cycle.

🙃

>GOD WHAt THE FUcK!!!!!!!!!&lt;

>>>>funny to me. Based how you have the timeline fixed, she's gonna be very frustrated soon, based on my (possibly horrible) investigation:

-There is a Proper Full Moon…And yet the writers for the show can't be assed to check their shit...

And since they couldn’t figure out their shit about dates and moons and such, I’m working with it.  I can’t fix their stupid. Well, I could, but I made a commitment not to mess with canon too much.  The moons are too much, and I can only fix some things. There has to be at least a few days from this point in her breakdown until Noble's funeral, because funerals don't happen overnight. If that messes with the moon schedule, oh well.   

>as her charged hands sparked like crazy and lit some of the pieces on fire&lt;

>>>>Totally used that for my personal little story on how she executes laurel. A boot to the face is too easy.

I’ve only read one fic (and it was bad…to me it was) about how Wednesday ended up breaking Laurel’s neck when she booted her. But who said she was dead? N/C sure doesn’t.

>and Morticia wasn't sure what to do about her daughter's self-harm&lt;

>>>>Tell Wednesday you used to self harm too, it might backfire horribly or she will stop in an attempt to not be like her mother.

That’s not how AB/C Morticia works. She has more problems than N/C Tish does, I think.  Only because something needs to be part of why Wednesday is the way she is sometimes.

>on her mid-cut, the blood seeping from the long wound she created&lt;

>>>>Given she's on the upturn now and thing prevented this session, this is the worst it is going to get right?

You think she’s on the upturn?  *laughs in severely depressed Wednesday*

>Her scars from before were healing a lot better&lt;

>>>>Foreshadowing to healing powers? If yes, it means she always had them and goody just unlocked them?

🙂

>if the break was permanent? &lt;

>>>>Then you will kill Laurel in a really creative way and offer her heart to Donovan and ask for forgiveness.

Forgiveness for what? ;)

>What I do with my body is my bus — "&lt;

>>>>That is a very good point. It is her business, inhaling any kind of smoke is hazardous to health - permanently, where as unless she kills herself, some cuts will heal into scars eventually.

So why does he actively support one type of self harm, and prevents the other?- (to my understanding eating demon lettus via food infusion is perfectly safe and fine, smoking is not)

You’re probably the only one reading this thinking that smoking weed is on par with cutting “self-harm”. They are not the same. For her, weed helps her mental health and electrical discharges (and it doesn’t do much harm to her anyway… 🙂). She hasn’t been smoking as much lately, so you’ll notice more zaps here and there. My father is an 81-year-old microbiologist & botanist (that I consult about a lot of things for parts of my writing)...he grows the weed I smoke for my own problems. I prefer to eat it and prefer to encourage eating over smoking, though.

>but what Thing said sent her spiraling into a full panic&lt;

>>>>Dont blue ball us what did he say ?

I wrote this in the first response on AO3, but the italicized quote was what Thing signed, telling her it was going to be okay.

>smirking in satisfaction at her&lt;

>>>>I hate her so much.

RIGHT?  But that’s pure Laurel Gates evil. Fucking bitch.  I fucking hate her.  …But I love her at the same time. I think there’s something wrong with me. LOL

>>>>I have been considering to create a Tumblr account to be able to respond to your comments directly and have more in-depth conversations

STILL WAITING. ;)

>>>>Thank you so much for this story and the steamy smut you have in it, waiting excitedly for chapter 7.

The steam will only be in places other than Wenovan in this chapter, sadly. Feels kinda weird not writing their fuckbunny scenes right now, and before a few days ago, 7 was going to be absent of explicit sex. …Now it’s not. *cackling*

9/10/23: I uh...I changed my mind. LOL

[joelsgreys]

As someone who was very recently having the same feelings about writing and fitting in on here as you are, I very much understand how you feel. It's extremely painful and makes you question everything, but you really, truly, genuinely are a wonderful writer. I'm glad to hear you don't plan to stop writing, but I hope you don’t leave because you bring value to this fandom and to readers. You could write for any character and someone could emotionally connect to it and that's a very powerful gift. I got a message today from someone telling me my fics got them through really hard times, and hon, I'm gonna tell you the same, because it's true. I felt like I should quit writing because there was a lull in my popularity for a couple fics and it damaged my self confidence, but reading your fics reminded me of why I love to write, which is to connect with people. I read "to do the right thing" and was blown away (though you might not have noticed this name. I have separated blogs for everything). So much so that I was like, oh right, this is why I love to write--to feel things like this and hope others feel the same when reading my work. It's hard to remember on here, where we live by notes and comments and reblogs, that sometimes making an impact on one person is a big deal and it matters. You happen to positively impact a large group of people with every story you post.

I feel like I can confidently say that people here support whatever choices you will make moving forward, but I also feel I can confidently say that we would miss you and your writing.

Sorry this is so long. But I get it, hon. Just keep on keeping on. 🩵 I hope you feel better soon.

I legitimately…am crying. Like I always say “oh I’m crying” no but actual tears are coming down right now and I’m so glad because I think for one, I just need a good cry and get out all these feelings I’ve been harboring and two, I have gotten kind words over the last couple of days that have all had such an impact on me and I think this was the last one, in addition to the others that finally felt like a good slap in the face wake up call to snap me out of whatever emotional dumpsterfire state I’ve been in.

I’ve lost quite a few followers between yesterday and today (I get it, emotional pity party Vee who does nothing but bitch and complain is not a fun person to follow so no hard feelings) but it DID make me wonder if I’m truly being nuts about it all and whether my mental health is just so far down the garbage chute that I don’t see how ridiculous I’m being over nothing? But with people reaching out to tell me they know how it feels…I feel a little less crazy, that’s for sure. I feel disappointed in myself for letting myself fall into that damn trap of caring so much about notes. Especially because when I first started out, I didn’t care about it. I was just having fun and sharing my ideas. The human part of me adores the validation and it makes me feel good and that’s okay, but to let it get to the point where I am letting a number determine whether my stuff is good it or not? That’s not okay. I wouldn’t want anyone, especially fellow writers who I think are so talented, to do this.

I feel ashamed tbh. Because you’re right, touching someone with your writing and connecting to people, that’s what is important. I loved getting replies and messages about someone telling me they can put themselves right in my story, that they felt like they were there. I loved that people told me they could feel my character’s emotions. I hold my characters so close to me and I should not stop loving them. They’re mine, and there are people out there who love them too. It shouldn’t matter if it’s 1 or 1000. If one person adores my sweet lil Peach from ASH, than I appreciate that one person for loving a fictional character I created.

I have a few people who have been so supportive of me and reminding me how much they love my writing and they’re more important to me than all the fucking notes and popularity on this site. And to any of these few people, I’m so sorry for being such a sad train wreck of a person. I hope you know how much I appreciate you sticking around and being so encouraging while I have been in my feels. I didn’t mean to be so ungrateful to you. I’m going to keep on writing and posting for myself, but for YOU as well. Because you’ve been here for me and you support me and that means more to me than anything.

Thank you so much for this message. It truly was the last one that snapped me out of it.

[rueitae]

Season 2, Episode 4: the fashionista caper

Liveblog for @csweekly

I’d like to start off by saying how blown away I am that the writing team keeps each caper so unique and fresh in a formulaic series. It’s one of my favorite things. I never once find myself truly bored with this show even watching it so many times.

Player….making a My Big Fat Greek Wedding reference? Out of anything they could start the episode with. Not sure what to make of that one besides cultural osmosis. It’s a little before his time.

Love Dash Haber as a villain. Capers not boring and neither are the operatives.

Lol the Cleaners just stop. Don’t react. Move on. Not dramatic enough for their viewing pleasure.

Is this when we get to say “no capes”?

Ever since Paper Star clipped Carmen’s hat once, Carmen is able to save it every time.

Tug of war over the hat is so funny to me.

Carmen doesn’t win all the time. Keeps things interesting.

You know, since it’s coming from Carmen, I legitimately can’t decide if she’s being overtly satirical, or if Coach Brunt actually does knit as a hobby. …no. No way Brunt has the patience. Carmen’s just mad.

APOCALYPSE. One of my favorite Zack moments.

Ahh the home base conversation. Equal parts touching and even mORE guilt wrenching for Shadowsan to hear. “If only I knew more about my past..” If only we could see his face when she says that line.

“The only thread I could pull…” Player making puns literally in his sleep at this point.

Shadowsan filling in Fashion Fest and the team’s REACTION to it. And then just his “Countess Cleo always took an interest.”

Cleo backstory!!! At least a basic one. Just makes me yearn for more. I get the feeling we would have gotten a lot of criminal backstories if we’d had more seasons.

Cookie! I’m glad they had her back for a full caper. Really tho, Carmen totally got her entire look from her LOL. There’s not as much ode to 90s Carmen in this episode through her than the laying it on thick they did in the first. I can’t decide if I like that or I’m disappointed there’s not more. Because in this caper she’s her own thing.

Zack is ALREADY including Shadowsan as dad please I’m so emotional about those two and what it says between the lines of Zack and Ivy’s past. This boy LATCHED onto the first male adult he was allowed to and said “we are going to bond”.

Julia it should be illegal to be this adorable.

Yeah. Different capers like I talked about in the opening paragraph. Going after 16th century gowns. This is a homage to older CS. Always the caper is something historical and unique rather than simply money or jewelry. Keeps the vibe from older iterations.

Also. Again. This entire episode foreshadows the dark red arc, everything leads to it. Brainwashing Carmen was ALWAYS on the table.

Oops. Sorry Zari (Stockholm is totally revenge for this moment)

Ahh and the beginnings of trusting Julia. Carmen’s got her pegged completely. Knows her heart is in it for history, and that whatever act she’s putting on isn’t really her. All that she could glean from their first and only interaction in India. Carmen almost ALMOST knocks her out like Zari, but ever the quick thinker, Carmen takes a chance with the knowledge she’s been given. She’s done the math and needs one more person.

Although I absolutely would have roared if Shadowsan got up on that stage.

The runway scene. Fantastic. And really you get a feel that this is actually the beginning of Julia’s arc in gaining confidence in herself. She already sticks up for herself, but this scene is what cements that 1. Carmen is not the bad guy 2 if she can get on that runway, she can stick her neck out with confidence for what she believes in. She doesn’t waver after this.

Also color theory. Carmen gives her her hat. Julia’s red shirt is gone but Carmen gives her this lifeline of friendship. Literally by verbally putting her in charge she’s telling Julia that she trusts her and wants to let her in on what the team is doing.

Ivy and Zack PLEASE. I love you enough already. You don’t have to go so hard on the runway.

It’s kinda cool how the models still walk like models in between the fighting.

Shadowsan’s strength is literally terrifying

LOL her eyebrow of incredulity to “which modeling agency are you with”

“Hackers can wear white hats after Labor Day” my gosh I love their banter. Everything is building up to Player’s s4 zinger of all time.

This hq idea is SO clever. Literally hiding in plain sight. The most home that Carmen can get right now. It’s my favorite thing.

“Zack got to have gelato and pizza” I love this family.

Huh I wonder if some or most of those silhouettes are based off of older iterations of ViLE operatives.

Such a solid and fun episode.

[miserablekingsteve]

Miserablekings Steddie Fic Masterlist; Part one

Hi! I'm Sage and have been collecting fics since the bright early days of June 2022 and this is my masterlist! If you don't see one on here please send them my way!! But also, these don't include the oneshots or WIP's I am awaiting the ending of!

Without You I am the Last of Our Kind by Twiceasfar

Summary: Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson have been best friends since they were six years old. Over the years, they drift apart. This is the story of how they slowly find their way back to one another. Will they ever get it right? My Thoughts: This fic absolutely destroyed my heart and soul but I will forever recommend not only this author but this work specifically!! No one dies, it doesn't follow V2 canon but there are other ways you can cry and feel angst. And this was all of them.

Lovesick in Loch Nora by Redoaktree

Summary: Even though Eddie's name has been cleared legally, he's still very much on trial in the court of public opinion. Dealing drugs isn't a lucrative occupation anymore, and getting a legitimate job in a town who still considers him a killer isn't much of an option, either. Eddie is beginning to think skipping town and starting over somewhere no one knows his name is the only chance he has left. Steve has another idea. AKA: Steve gets Eddie a job as an anonymous columnist at a local newspaper. My Thoughts: I look back on this fic almost every day, it's just so...hopeful? in a way. Y'know what I mean? This one smells like the dew on fresh grass and feels like the first pull on a morning cigarette as the sunrise heaves over the treetops. I love this fic.

Give me a Reason to Believe by chubbypeachhh

Summary: It's 1996. The world has long been saved, and Dustin Henderson is getting married. When he asks Eddie's daughter to be the flower girl, it brings up one little issue. Steve Harrington has no idea Eddie's daughter exists. My Thoughts: This fic literally wrapped me in the warmest hug I've ever had the privilege to be apart of. It is the embodiment of 'What have i done to deserve this' by the pet shop boys but in the dance floors clearing and only your close friends are left there kinda way.

The one in which the time loop is fucking exhausting by badpancake

Summary: The one where Steve Harrington is stuck in a time loop, and Eddie Munson is really fucking hard to save, or: fuck Volume 2, these bitches are in love. My Thoughts: Do not touch me. My coworker and I opened one morning in July together and they started to describe a fic they started to read that I had to read and the moment they said one detail about this fic, I finished their sentence and stared with glassy eyes. We then proceeded to yell about it the whole time we opened our work and then they had to take a break from fanfiction after that.

Some Nice Young Satanist by theuniversesaidiloveyou

Summary: it's 1991, Robin and Steve have moved to the big city and have an annoying metalhead neighbour who may or may not be someone they haven't seen in about 5 years. My Thoughts: You haven't read this?! I am sorry who are you? This fic is where I hope to be living in the next few years, I think I based more of my personality on Eddie Munson from this fic for it to be okay.

The Kissing Thing by thistledome

Summary: Five times Steve drunkenly made out with a boy that wasn’t Eddie + one time he soberly made out with Eddie instead My Thoughts: This little number was tension as a piece of literature; I am in fact a lovely little whore for that though so I did indeed gobble this in a few hours. It is fantastically enough plot and enough camaraderie to be more than 1 chapter and by God am I glad that it is.

if i dont make it back from where ive gone (just know ive loved you all along) by theoddapocolypse

Summary: On his thirteenth birthday, Eddie Munson received his first kiss. Steve had snuck out from his home, just to bring Eddie a cupcake and the gift he’d made for him. A guitar pick with a hole drilled into the top so that Steve could make it into a necklace. Eddie had immediately put it on and had felt overwhelmed with how much he loved his best friend. My Thoughts: I have made some feral fluff noises and then I made whatever it was while reading this. I don't know how I didn't suffocate myself from screaming into my pillow.

Do you Mind? (Will You Mind?) by Greenofclubs

Summary: Look. It’s not Steve’s fault. It isn’t! It’s just that someone can only get hit on the head so many times before their brain starts cracking, and Eddie Munson is always thinking so GODDAMN LOUD. My Thoughts: Look... I am a sucker for this kind of shit. You put mind reading in front of me in any media? I will literally gobble back that like chocolate pudding.

[grayintogreen]

Can't leave a comment on ao3 cause I only have mobile data rn and ao3 doesn't work on it, but the recent chapter of ycdhm was so good. You said it was a set up chapter but it was amazing at connecting things and touching on so many topics. Lucien coming to realise the M9's genuine attempts and accepting the group himself, Fjord and the Star Razor, Caleb and Essek and the spell books, Nott and her struggles and also her empathy, Caduceus' family stuff and how you handle his unstated struggles with it so well, Beau's legitimate conspiracies, the mentions of Eadwulf and Astrid (can't wait to see them, if they appear). Also, the bit at the end? With Rowan? Some terrifying parts all coming together. Her influence on Lucien, how she kinda reminds me of an unhinged and much less moral Loquatius, how she is out to get Caduceus. Cadueceus! He has someone out to get him, specifically, and make his life a tragedy. I am ready for any and all angst. Oh boy this next arc is so exciting. To ask further on Rowan though, is she Ashley's nemesis that you haven't introduced yet? I hope I didn't forget anything but I probably did. It was all so good. Cannot wait to read the next chapter, thank you so much for your work. (I'm leaving this on anon because I think you're super cool but I'm shy -.- Apologies)

I AM WEEPING AT WORK SUFFERING A LONG FOURTH OF JULY SHIFT. Thank you so much!! I always worry about the chapters that are mostly talking because OH NO WHAT IF ITS BORING so I’m glad it’s not!!

Also YES I THINK CAD DESERVES HIS OWN ADVERSARY. I know the Nein were only mid-level fighting the gorgon in canon but since they’re higher now than they were fighting Cognouza, I gotta up the stakes.

And HEE. I think you’ll find Ashley’s adversary is more Jayne than Nerida at this point. She’s the mastermind who told Nerida who killed Alder. Little shit-stirrer that she is.

[amporella]

hi! this is mpreg anon from a few months back lol. i just wanted to say i finally got to reading the fic and im sooo!!!!! sobbing and crying, a puddle of love on the floor! you were right. i Know now why you talked about it often.

i really love holly's stankyle. theres something about them that feels very.. desperate? like they know they belong together and sometimes not even physical touch can satiate that need/want?? idk! but agh! i love them sm. holly is also really good at capturing the overall weirdness of south park and thats why she can come up with aus/ideas that are weird or silly and make them work. i also really appreciate that she went for kinks/tropes that not many people give style.

something else i really loved about this fic was that it felt very like.. omg a dream come true in a way? sometimes i just wanna read a fic where stan and kyle do fuck all all day, just real type of normal maybe even domestic shit and its just them. and this fic came pretty close to that? they are so wrapped up in each other and have so much love to give and g OD i thought the baby was gonna come in and ruin that or like i was gonna get annoyed w the baby but no!!! 😭 i was so neutral about elway in the beginning and was actually loving how kyle was thinking/approaching the whole thing. idek when that started changing?? before they talk about the name elway though. and when she was finally born and the days kyle spent fighting to get her?!! and then he gets her and its the three of them and its like.. yeah.. okay, she's perfect. she really is a miracle stan and kyle created and theres no way she could ever come between them bc stan and kyle's love is endless, its forever and ever, they can share that love with their child 🤧

as for creek, hmm. i think craig and tweek just arent characters i've seen holly write for and like? so even though they are/were together i just didnt rly care for them u_u. im really glad i started finally reading fic where theyre not together in style fics though. it still hurts a bit lmao but ive been enjoying some stories i had passed on before and stuff and yeah, ty for giving me that little push >w<!!!

sorry this ask is so long! i didnt want to bother you every time i finished a chapter lol. i was also going through some stuff and this fic was the only thing keeping me sane. and actually i have just the epilogue left but im so sad its gonna be over after that so i've been delaying it :(! but yeah, aahhhh herbert garrison's night school for unwed fathers enjoyer 🫡 TY! 💙💚

YOU HAVE NOOOO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM THAT YOU READ THE FIC AND SENT ME THIS AMAZING ASK??? I saw this in my inbox and immediately went to my friends and like BRAGGED ABOUT GETTING THIS? I'm going to respond to every part so bear with me but in the meantime THANK YOU!!!

I think you are so so right about them being desperate... it is key for stanky that regardless of how close they get physically, it's like it'll never be enough? Like they are soulmates in every sense of the word, and can never actually satiate their pull... SIGH!!!! IT'S TRUE!!! And holly's ability to nail absurdity is absolutely one of her strongest suits, and something that definitely contributed to how iconic she is. South Park is an absurd show, and holly meets it with such absurdity that Stan and Kyle can stay perfectly in character, because so many of her plots are something that could legitimately BE a South Park episode involving the characters when they're older. Like, Craig and Clyde fucking in the Marsh shed and Craig telling Sheila Kyle needs a psych eval? A+, can and will happen at some point. It's so ridiculous yet somehow believable, and the mpreg fic is literally the BEST example of it. It's a concept that's frankly a huge turnoff for a lot of people (understandably), but she puts it in such a light that she makes it appealing for a ton of people. It's one of those fics that i would recommend even to the most vehement mpreg hater, because there IS something about it that differentiates it from typical fics like that.

AND DESCRIBING IT AS A DREAM COME TRUE IS SO CORRECT? Everything you said in that third paragraph specifically was so fucking real. The fic starts off as such an absolute disaster situation, and despite the multiple disasters along the way, you can absolutely tell that it was like fate in a way? Holly does an incredible job of balancing the understandable stress with the joy and all the happy moments, as well as acknowledging the fact that in the end, Elway seriously did enrich both of their lives. I LOVE THAT YOU POINTED OUT HOW YOU WERE WORRIED ABOUT THE BABY COMING BETWEEN THEM... because it's true!!! It's such a real concern, but she is so good about wrapping it up; the scenes after Kyle gets Elway feel like a dream sequence in how floaty and happy everyone is, and while reading it I was like (as someone who does not want kids), huh. Maybe I need to have a baby? LOLL but seriously you are so right. It IS endless and now they have even more love to go around because of Elway... whatever. WHATEVER!! I'm not even crying. I'm NORMAL!!!!

I totally get your feelings about creek!! I ended up feeling kind of similarly. I'm happy you started expanding your horizons!!! There's nothing wrong with sticking with exclusively creek fic, obv, but there are some real gems out there if you're able to push some of the icks to the side. And maybe you'll even figure out a new ship you like? I remember that I was afraid to read Other People's Tupperware at first because Tweek is literally dead, and Craig hooks up with Kenny? But then I decided to read it (and felt neutral about it!) and it was valuable to me. And then when I read it a few years later, I really loved it. It got me thinking that first time!!! I'M HAPPY I COULD HELP GIVE YOU THAT PUSH!!!

Talking about holly (or any other fic) to me will NEVER bother me so pls feel free to do so!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE EPILOGUE!! It is sweet and so delightful. AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I CAN EVER GIVE YOU ANY OTHER SUGGESTIONS!!

Thank you SOO much for this ask!! It seriously made my day.

[waywardstation]

It's Tuesday! Which means that it's that time I send you my unsolicited WIPs! :D

I'm very sorry to hear that you've been having a rough time of it recently, and am very glad to hear that you seem to be doing at least a bit better! Regardless, because of that I wanted to send you a nice part of my WIP, spoilers be damned! I just hope that you continue feeling better and know that you are loved very very much. u.u Take care of yourself! We will be here if you ever need it.

So here. A nice WIP! (I hope >.< ) For context, basically Durant had found Emmet, but was whisked away before she could get hugs from him. Also Emmet wants to avoid everything having to do with his previous life, including his Pokemon. Ingo and party are not aware that Durant knows how to find Emmet. But Durant is dead set and determined on finding Emmet and demanding hugs from him! In the scene right before this, she bit Akari so that she could run off and find Emmet. I'm sending the whole interaction (more or less) but split in two sections. Section 2 is a little heavier than the first one, so keep that in mind if you need to. But it's all nice things ultimately, I swear! Also you could easily piece together spoilers from these sections but eh. I wanted to send something nice, spoilers be damned! I won't say what those things are, so make of things what you will.

So Durant gets that hug! YAY!

Also if the ask I sent yesterday clarifying my feelings on Durant felt a little vaguely ominous or threatening, it was because I was already planning on sending this. >.< I hope you don't mind.

Thank you very much for the well wishes, friend!! ^^ I appreciate it, both the very kind words (legitimately touched me, thank you ;w;) and for sending a nice part of your WIP, just for me!!

SUCH A SWEET MOMENT!! Made my day reading this, Durant is so sweet, comforting Emmet even when he feels like he doesn’t deserve it…he does!!

I am very interested in Emmet’s involvement now and what he’s done…the mask! The hasty decisions of letting his Pokémon go! It’s all pulling me in!

And of course, the font size changing adds a lot to it, really love how much you’re utilizing it!

So so sweet; I love this scene so much, made for a good thing to read today. Thank you for sending it!!!

[unknownjpegs]

study distraction

“Am I distracting you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How bad?”

Benny slaps the text book shut and pinches the bridge of his nose. When he drops his hand from his face, Maran is still smiling upside down at him from the bed. His freckles knees are bent, socked feet to the wall, toe almost nudging the X-Files poster that is fading and ripped in the corner. Ben’s messy room needs cleaning, clothes strewn everywhere, his desk a half destroyed mess of take out containers, beer cans and legitimate school work. His laptop sits on Maran’s stomach, running overtime as he watches stolen media.

Or, pretends to watch pirated shows. Occasionally, at the end of a chapter, when Benny takes the highlighter from his mouth and underlines something, he’ll hear a heavy, long, drawn out pitiful sigh. Something tuckered out, bored, a tad bratty. He’s been ignoring them for the better part of an hour, because he’d warned Maran when he’d stopped by that he’d be studying.

Not that Maran usually actually distracts him that badly. It’s playful usually, comes in little waves and can usually be quelled if Benny sets the book down and gives him a few well placed kisses. He has a feeling, however, that the reason Maran is squirming, sighing, constantly looking back over the end of the bed toward him—is because the apartment is empty.

And Ben’s apartment is rarely empty.

“Bored of Buffy th-the Vampire Slayer already?” Ben asks, slowly standing from his computer chair. Maran perks up at the movement. It’s this not so subtle shift of his hips to adjust himself on the bed. His heels drum the wall softly, a hand cupping the top of the laptop as if poised to slap it shut. Makes Benny smile, this curl of his lip upward, because Maran’s so cute about it. Excited, all the time. Sometimes, he worries that excitement is going to wear off. That Maran will stop looking at him, with big glossy eyes. Hasn’t happened yet, though.

He stands at the end of the bed, looks down at Maran, who looks up and suddenly starts turning pink. His eyes dart around a bit, like he’s unable to suddenly look Benny in the eyes. His fingers fidget on the curve of the laptop, slowly shutting it and then drumming on the hard case. Benny reaches and cups under Maran’s chin, tilts so he has to look at him again.

“Look at you,” he purrs, grinning ear to ear in that sly, knife like way. He’d never figured out smiling. Sometimes, he’d try practicing in the mirror to get it more right. Less scary, curved, or wicked. Sometimes, Benny leaned into the snakiness, because it kept people from approaching him. Just the way he wanted. Maran looks at that smile and his blush deepens and for some reason, Benny’s glad he never figured out how to smile more normally.

“Finished Buffy,” Maran says, in a bit of a shy voice. He leans a little into the palm curving around his jaw. “Was gonna start a movie unless…” he trails off. Benny’s eyes trail down from his face to his throat, chest and lower. He’s in those ridiculously cute red shorts that ride a little too high, especially now that he’s wiggled all over the bed the way he has. His tan, freckled skin looks pretty under the soft lighting in Benny’s room.

“You ha-have something in mind?”

Benny should get back to his studying. Should cram, should drink energy drinks until his eyes are bleeding and he can unlock the ninety percent of the human brain currently unused. But instead his thumb brushes over Maran’s pretty mouth, parts his lips, watches them curl into a smile.

“This is,” he starts, his arms rising above his head so his hands can touch Benny’s thighs. He curves palms around them, pulls him in a bit closer with a slight display of strength that makes Ben’s eyes unfocus. “Nice position, yeah?”

“Maran,” he groans, head falling backward at the implications. A too painful heat fills him up suddenly, head to fucking toe. His veins get too big, expand too suddenly, oxygen all but leaving his chest in a punch. His hand tightens on Maran’s jaw, making the younger man nearly squeak. “Don’t s-say that.”

“What? It’s just a convenient arrangement, s’all. You standin’ like that, me on the bed like this. M’just thinking about it.”

“You’re as-asking me to fuck your face right now?” his head drops forward so he can watch the expression change on Maran’s pretty face. His dark, thick eyebrows raise up, his mouth parting further, cheeks darkening from pink to downright red. His eyes skate up and away and to the side and his hands curl even tighter around Benny’s thighs. Does nothing to stop the sensation of wanting to burn right out of his skin. Even Benny’s bones feel taught.

One of Maran’s legs shifts so his ankles are a little crossed, thighs pressed together.

“Jesus,” Benny hisses out, and then falls to his knees to give Maran a kiss. Upside down like that, it can’t be anything but messy—but also fun. He’d never kissed anyone at this angle before; their mouths keep sliding his chin bumping Maran’s eyebrow, nose brushing the other mans. His hand cups Maran’s jaw further, pinching to get him to open his mouth more. Benny all but licks the inside of his mouth, then rubs his cheek against Maran’s. It’s nearly an angry gesture, both of them panting with the exertion of that kiss.

There’s a pause, where he watches Maran’s chest rise and fall. His eyes feel blurry as he imagines it. Thinks of watching his cock sliding into Maran’s mouth like that, pretty lips tight around him. He blinks a few times, presses a wet kiss to his cheek and then stands. He starts jerking at his belt, which suddenly feels far too tight—so do his jeans. Benny chooses to ignore that a single kiss has gotten him nearly entirely hard.

“M’just g-gonna jerk off.”

“Really?” Maran says it with a big grin, his lips swollen and wet. “Thought you’d go all, slow, Mar, I’m takin’ it all slow on me.” His hands leave Benny’s thighs to drum playfully against his torso, feet kicking back up spread on the wall. He pauses to blink at his socked feet. Benny looks down at Maran, his gaze finding hyperfocus on all those pretty smatterings of freckles across his nose and cheeks.

“P-Pull your shirt up, actually.”

“Like this?” He yanks the fabric above his collarbone and Benny actually does bow forward a bit, hand braced on the bed, at how quickly he follows directions. He pauses enough to let himself breathe harshly in and out through his nose, eyes pinched shut. He’s smiling again, that awful slash of a smile as he opens eyes to look at Maran’s big, expectant smile. “Can I help with your belt?”

“Can you d-do it upside down like that?”

“Hm,” Maran hums as he tilts his head back to give himself a better view. It extends his throat so beautifully that Benny’s mouth goes instantly dry. His fingers dance there, touch softly at a dark bruising mark he’d left the night prior in the shape of his teeth. His chest tightens, constricts painfully, tight cord through his whole body thrumming as Maran’s fingers work at his belt. It’s a bit awkward, but for some reason, that fumbling is erotic to Benny. He watches him pinch his pink tongue between his teeth before he finally slides the belt off and tosses it to the side.

Ben uses a hand to shove at his jeans and briefs, free himself.

“This is better than studying,” Maran comments.

“You weren’t the one studying.”

“I was learnin’ the art of vampire slayin’ actually.” His words almost get cut off when Benny slips two fingers into his mouth. He moans and then strangles it quiet, big brown eyes flickering shut as Ben uses Maran’s spit to slick his fingers. He dips them in and out for a moment, watches Maran’s tongue start to dart between them before he pulls away. He uses that now slightly wet hand to tug at himself. For a moment, he only does that, gets himself fully hard as Maran looks up at him.

“Fuck, you are pretty, Maran,” Benny mumbles as he jerks at himself. His hand comes up to touch the side of his boyfriends cheek. He cups it, pushes his face until his tip is against Maran’s cheek. He sighs out, eyes fluttering again. “Prettiest fucking guy I’ve ever met.”

Maran adjusts, wiggles again, hands rising once more to touch Benny’s thighs. His palms feel electric, make his muscles shiver as they’re touched. He grunts out, both hands cupping Maran’s head then to slide his spit wet cock against his cheek. Maran turns his head, mouth open. His tongue lathes out, as does a little whimper. Benny barely holds in an obscene moan, watching that warm flat tongue press against him.

“You like it, Maran?” he groans it out through clenched teeth. Benny’s precum smears across his bottom lip, suddenly making it messier. “Tell me,” he demands, stopping his hips. His hand grips up under Maran’s chin, tilts his head so they’re making eye contact. He’s panting, looking down, eyes narrowed. “Say it.”

Maran’s throat bobs. He looks up, eyes glassy, mouth sloppy and his tongue darts out, catches semen and makes Benny nearly lose his composure. He squeezes, though, puts a nice amount of pressure and then Maran does say it. Admits it, softly as his hands squeeze around Benny’s thighs.

I like it, I want it, please, give me it. Benny pets his cheek, softly, thumb brushing over his eyebrow. Say it again, louder. Maran’s eyes blink prettily. I like it, I love it, it’s so good. More and more and every word, he thrusts himself against Maran’s cheek, gets a rhythm going as he makes Maran admit what he keeps trapped in his head. Undoing whatever learned behavior to keep that luscious mouth shut has been one of his favorite parts of dating Maran. Let it fucking go. Say it. Louder. More. Please. It’s just us. Let’s be filthy and fun. Dirty, like you secretly want it. I like it dirty too.

Ben’s fingers loop around Maran’s wrist, tug it away from his thigh.

“Touch yourself, here,” he suggests, labored breathing making his words airy, light, excited. Benny puts Maran’s hand on his own chest. “Feels good, when you do.” Maran blinks rapidly, like he’s clearing his head. His hand gropes at himself shyly, tentatively. Ben laughs, this gentle thing that he’s surprised he’s capable of. He pats Maran’s cheek to get his attention, watches thick black eye lashes blink. “Your nipple, Maran.”

“Oh,” he breathes out, in this whimpering soft way that makes Benny’s cock twitch. He feels the throb reverberate through his entire body as he watches Maran’s palm enclose over his pectoral. And then his fingers experimentally pinch. He makes another sound and his hips seem to buck up and adjust. He’s pinching his thighs together, feet fallen from the wall. His knees knock and rub against one another. Benny’s head droops forward, his moan long and drawn out.

“Pinch my thigh,” he starts and Maran does, which makes him jump and then laugh. “No,” he pushes Maran’s face away from his cock, to look at him. His open mouth draws in heavy breathes already, his chest rising and falling in a hyper way. His hand continues its exploratory touches. “If it’s t-too much, pinch my thigh and I’ll st-stop.”

Maran seems to figure out what Benny means, because his eyes go bright with that dazzling fucking excitement. He smiles, ear to ear. It’s so beautiful that Benny has to pause just to admire it. Just to pet Maran’s cheek and praise him for it, tell him he’s beautiful, and watch the way it makes him squirm. He puts fingers to Maran’s chin, slowly tilting his head back a little. The younger man’s mouth drops open, inviting.

Benny uses a guiding hand around his cock and then starts slow. Shallow. Really just a soft, enjoyable rub of his tip against Maran’s outstretched tongue. His eyes go to those freckled knees, rubbing together. Maran’s free hand could relieve himself better—yet for some reason, watching him just do that makes Benny fucking insane. He feels feral about it. His hands brace onto the bed, his hips giving an experimental thrust into Maran’s mouth.

There’s a slick, wet noise. Warmth encompassing him. Maran’s hand touches Benny’s chest as he leans over.

He continues thrusting, gentle at first. Slow and almost lazy. Giving Maran the time to get used to the feeling of it. The sensation. Which he must be enjoying, because he’s writhing a bit again. His hips keep doing a circular motion upward, his feet digging into the pillows at the top of the bed. Maran’s moan vibrates against Benny in a way that makes him thrust once, harder in reflex.

When the pinch doesn’t come—Benny starts faster. He digs hands into the bed, curling fingers around the sheets. He fucks harder, a faster rhythm. The slick wet noises are louder. Maran’s legs twist again. Both his hands come up to brush over Benny’s waist. Hold onto him. His hands turn to arms wrapped fully around him and that makes Benny pant out a harsher groan. His mind goes swimming at the feeling, his head hanging. He thrusts harder then, faster until Maran’s fingernails dig in hard to the meat of his thigh.

He’s quick about moving off, pulling back. Maran’s gasp for air is quick, but his lips are curved into a smile, hands groping behind him for Benny’s body. They curl around a thigh, his hip.

“Keep—going—” he breathes out with a whine, face wildly ecstatic. His chin is slick with spit. Benny finds that he can’t keep going, because that request alone, combined with Maran’s pleasure twisted face is enough.

“HolyfuckMaran,” Benny manages, his hand cupping the man’s face and turning it toward him. He tugs at himself furiously with his other hand and it’s only a few quick strokes before he’s cumming. His whole body goes tight with it, the release making his muscles tense and tremble. Benny’s hand quivers as he holds Maran still, his cum pouring thickly over his cheek, his lips, his chin.

Maran’s tongue runs over his lips, his eyes barely open. He breathes hard, his shaky hands still holding onto Benny, who looks down at him through blurry eyes. He stares at his cum, sliding down over his chin, pooled over his chin.

“I think,” Maran pants, smiling happily. “I came, actually.” Both hands clasp Maran’s cheeks then, holding him as Benny downright growls. He feels empty, knees weak and tired.

“You’re killing me,” he complains. “I’m g-going to fucking eat you.”

“Sounds pleasant,” Maran replies.

“Kill you,” Benny continues as he leans over, mouthing hungrily at Maran’s stomach with biting, vicious kisses, hands pushing at his shorts to see if he’s telling the truth. “With my teeth.”

“Less pleasant, still not that bad if it’s from you, s’pose.”

“Maran.”

“Yes?”

“Get undressed.”

—

Benny lights a cigarette as he watches Maran skip up onto the edge of the park fountain. He holds his arms out to keep himself steady, watches his feet to make sure they land alright with each step. His white sneakers have gone absolutely dingy with wear throughout the summer they’ve spent together. Autumn leaves are barely clinging to the trees, ready to dump everywhere. Benny secretly looks forward to being able to show Maran a New England autumn; thinks of jumping into leaf piles together, of skirting class, like he is now, to sneak away to the prettier parts of the city.

He takes a drag of the cigarette and then approaches, holds his arms open.

“We gettin’ food?” Maran asks, taking one giant step right off the fountain. Benny’s arms slip up around his waist to catch him, hold him up and stare happily. For a moment, he forgets he was even asked a question. He watches Maran’s brows wiggle, his lips pursed in a pouting grin. “What you starin’ at, Ben?”

Oh fuck, I’m in love with you, I’m in love with you in a way I did not know I could be in love with someone. Holy shit, I love you so much it feels like you’re digging your hands around inside my chest. It hurts. It feels so good. I’m kind of scared, Maran. I’m freaked out. Glad I skipped class. Which I never do, by the way. I do not skip class.

“You have something in your nose.”

“What?” Benny sets Maran down and tosses the cigarette away, barely even finished. He leans in, tries shoving his tongue there. Which makes Maran dissolve into raucous laughter. He shoves, mostly half hearted at Ben’s chest. He scrambles to get away, but doesn’t actually try to.

“Aw, stop—Ben, hell!”

I love you, I love you, I am trying to say it, I am trying to force it out between my fucking crooked teeth, I swear.

“Thinking Greek,” he says instead, looping an arm over Maran’s shoulder and yanking him in tight. “Th-there’s a place ‘round the corner.”

“Mm, salty.”

“Don’t start,” he sighs dramatically, planting a kiss to Maran’s temple. They walk like that, tangled together, sides pressed warmly. Benny doesn’t even fish out a second cigarette.

[passingdaysthings]

05.05.2024 - Overwhelmed

Today is Sunday.

I am currently trying to work on 2 overdue assignments I have for class, but I am a bit overwhelmed by them. I am working on a new concept called web scraping which I have never done before, and it has been confusing me for a few days. I am not sure what I have to do or if I am doing it correctly because I am not getting what the instructions are telling me. It's been a like 2 days of trying it, and it's just the first part of the assignment. It's not even the whole assignment, so it is really bother me. I also tried to move on to the next assignment, but that one was giving me trouble too. I am so so glad that I am almost done with this program because the professors are shit. Like... I am doing this web scraping assignment, but they didn't teach us how to webscrape. Unless I just blacked out during lecture which I do, but watching the recording didn't help me. I hope the offline lecture helps me. I just feel like I am not actually learning anything because the lecture is usually pretty different from the hw assignments. Th lecture will touch on parts I need, but it's never enough to actually start the assignment and finish it. I usually have to google everything. It's really annoying. I also do not enjoy the office hours.

Outside of school, I am kind of hanging out, and it's been rather normal. I did overhear my mom talking poorly about me, and it was upsetting. Once again, she just demonstrated her favoritism towards Tracy, and it's crazy how delusional she is. I think the biggest thing she was complaining about was how she has to pay for my schooling and how I always ask for money, but Tracy never ask for money. She gave Tracy 70k to buy a house... I ask for her to pay for my school. My schooling has probably cost her around 18k which is much less than 70k. The 70k she wired to my little sister to help her buy a house. I am not comparing myself to my sister, but for her to say that my sister doesn't ask for money is crazy. Just last month, my little sister charged $600 on my credit card, and then, she asked me to tell our mom to pay for it. Where does my mom think my little sister never ask for money comes from? At least I asked for money to do more schooling... not to buy a house after quitting my job. It makes me sad that I even have to think that way because I know my little sister hated her job, but my mom could wake up a bit and think about what she say a little more. I also never try to compare my sister and I because we are two very different people, but my mom makes it really hard. She legitimately goes around telling our family about how I am useless and do nothing, but my little sister makes a lot of money. My little sister quit her job in January and has been jobless since.. Idk what she is talking about. Of course, I went through like 3 years of no job and no income, so I don't have much to way on this matter, but the fact that my mom is complaining really irks me. This is why I plan on moving away from this shitty family and be on my own. I just feel sorry for my dad because he genuinely supports me unconditionally, so I will miss him. I will most likely stop talking to my mom when I leave too because she thinks I owe her. She evens tells people she "loans" me money while she doesn't mention the money she gives my little sister. If she wants to act like a loan shark then I will treat her like one too and avoid her and my "loans" LOL. I can't wait to find a new job and move. I think that's when I will just cut off and type of financial support my mom gives me. I'll just pay for my own stuff. I guess she can just keep paying the phone bill because we're on a family plan. I just need to endure a little bit more. I can do this! I got this! I just have a little bit more to go. Just 3 more months.

Now we have Taylor. To be honest, I just feel less and less about him, and he seems to irritate me more. I don't get why he acts like he hates spending time with me or I annoy him, but he constantly talks to me? I typically stop talking to people I am annoyed with. These days, I don't feel much when I don't talk to him, and I don't particularly feel the need to talk to him. I also don't have much to say to him. I also don't have the patience to deal with his attitude anymore. I immediately clock out and try to leave when he gives me attitude. I don't particularly hate him or anything. I still value him as a friend too, but I just find myself wanting him to find a girlfriend to do all these things with. Sometimes I feel like I fulfilling a duty? Ig I feel that way given the nature of our relationship. I am not his gf, but I do a lot of gf type things which I don't push away, so I don't blame him. I am just as guilty when it comes to things because I just go along with things. We also made birthday plans to watch scary movies on his birthday. I absolutely hate scary movies, but I don't mind watching them with him. As it has been, I just continue going with the flow when it comes to our "friendship", and I am just waiting for the day it blows up in my face or his.

Oh well. You got this, Paula. Remember 2024 is the year that we are going to be disgustingly educated and work on ourselves. Let's get this MS!

-P

[harocat]

I recall that the dream arc of tteotm didn’t work that well for you. Was it not being into Mingye and Sangjiu as characters or did you feel it was a deeper structural problem

Ming Ye and Sang Jiu on their own were... mostly fine. Their romance was even pretty cute at first. The arc also had incredible aesthetics, so it had that going for it.

First and foremost, the arc was too long. Battle scenes too lengthy, endless convoluted misunderstandings etc. This is time that could have been dedicated to many other things, including the immortal arc later on.

Secondly, the dubious consent scene with Ming Ye and Sang Jiu. Not only did the show not seem to play it as dubcon, but it was just completely out of character for Sang Jiu. I tried to put this behind me, but it was extremely hard, and tangentially related but I'll always be bugged by the fact that Tantai Jin and Li Susu's' 'first time' together in a sense was when they were in those bodies, being forced to act it out. OFC none of this is Ming Ye or Sang Jiu's fault, but it just made the whole thing more screwed up to me. I wanted it to be brought up, but I knew it never would be. One of the reasons I WANTED them to get a scene where they explicitly consummated their relationship is because I wanted them to have something better than... that. So I am glad the show at least gave me Li Susu and Tantai Jin getting to do that in episode thirty-nine.

(To be clear even if this scene wasn't dubious consent on the part of Sang Jiu, I still would have been kind of upset for TTJ and LSS, but it makes it a lot worse.)

I guess the biggest issue is really that the characters were so stupid. Tian Huan was a pointless character. She had NOTHING to her except her crush on Ming Ye, which led her to do all this fucked up and evil shit. Say what you will about Bingchang (who also drove me nuts lol), but she had more meat to her; motivations and issues deeper than just 'stereotypical jealous bitch.' Every moment with TH on screen was insufferable. In no way was she ever fun to watch or even fun to be angry at. While it's true that villains are sometimes created to be hated, there should be some aspect of strong feeling associated with that that enhances your experience, as opposed to just 'I'm so annoyed I want to stop watching.'

Ming Ye and Sang Jiu constantly made the dumbest decisions, especially Ming Ye. I know xianxia loves the miscommunication plotlines, and obviously there was plenty of that between Li Susu and Tantai Jin, but as frustrating as theirs was, it was at least understandable why it would happen. These two just had a multiple choice selection and chose the worst one every time. Ming Ye was the worst about this, and I understand that this was new to him (and 'this was my first time being a husband' was a lovely line btw), but it was still so maddening to watch. Instead of being sad for them, often I was just mad.

There were some great moments. Evil Sang Jiu was hot. The scenes in the forest when Ming Ye was recovering were beautiful and legitimately touching. Sang You is my boyfriend, and he is also gender. I LOVE that she actually got to take out TH, and I love when she stepped forward and said 'this is not a transaction.' That was SO good. That being said, even close to the end, after TH was dead, I felt like their ill fate was entirely preventable. That this all took place with the background being a potentially apocalyptic war going on did not help, because it did make it all feel very banal.

But as maybe a three or even four episode arc, I think it could have worked much better.

I also didn't think it played well into the final arc in a satisfying way. TTJ repeating Ming Ye's fate was awful to see. He's even stuck in the scale! Sang Jiu had no play in the last arc at all, even though she easily could have with the world overturning jade. It felt really unfair to her, but it does track with how LSS was treated. My honest opinion is that if the dream arc was utilized well in the final episodes, it would have given multiple routes to a very logical, well foreshadowed ending storyline (with yes, an HEA). I would have forgiven a lot from it if it ended up being a set up for some really excellent story beats in the final five episodes. But it just wasn't.

[d-lissa]

Liveblogging TMA - Season 2 - MAG 76-78

"The only thing in those eyes was violence. Carnage."

THE SMELL OF BLOOD :

Oh my god, Melanie is back. Please, please tell me this is when she spills the beans about Not-Sasha.

~~~~~~~~~~

AND SHE FUCKING DID THANK GOD !!!!!

Like, yes, really good story, very intriguing and all of that, but I legitimately can not think of anything right now other than the fact that Jonathan is finally ready to investigate it. I am. So glad.

Actually, I think I might even be tearing up a bit, out of sheer relief.

Although, I will take a note on war spirits. Guess this is from the same concept as The Piper.

THE KIND MOTHER :

"There is a stranger claiming to be my mother."

AND THE TRUTH HAS ARRIVED !

Finally, I legit am close to tears right now, oh this feels great. Fuck.

Anyway, a new church where nothing good happens, and the "NotThem" people actively killing everyone in their entourage except for the ones that remember, who only ends up traumatized and like they're going crazy, which is ... Fun, I guess.

The mention of a new concept, as well as the fact that there ARE different aspects to them represented by different oddities. This being said, let's try and list off all of the episodes who might have had been impacted by The Stranger. (Also,that name lowkey makes me giggle because, like. Called it.)

"Across the Street"

"Thrown Away"

"Strange Music" (?)

"Anatomy Class"

"Lost and Found" (?)

"Infestation"

"Tightrope" (?)

"The Kind Mother"

I don't know if I missed some or not. I find it difficult to pin down the areas that The Stranger would touch upon, considering how ... Vague the description is.

I have to say, my heart goes out to Jon, once again. The man just can't catch a break, and he now has to deal with the fact that a friend of his is most likely dead, that someone took her place and that he never even noticed. This is just. Ouch.

And now he has to figure out how to kill it. I somehow don't see Jonathan as someone that would kill, or even fight, that much. Runnin away screaming, that I can totally imagine it, confront the creature with sass and conversation, that too, we've seen it happen, but attack one ?

I am worried about this one.

And considering just how much he lost the trust of the people around him, if it doesn't go well and he gets found out for trying to murder "Not-Sasha", things could very well take a turn for the worse.

Here's to hoping it doesn't come to that.

DISTANT COUSIN :

... Jon ?

Jon, sweetie.

JON !?!

Jonathan whatever the fuck your middle name is Sims PUT THAT FUCKING AXE DOWN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-

DAMN IT !!

~~~~~~~~~~

"And now I see you."

This is. Fine. This is fine. Totally fine.

Except that it really fucking isn't Jon what THE FUCK was going through your head ?

Well, you know, other than anger, and paranoia and despair, and all that while being sleep deprived. He didn't think much at all, did he ?

And now, Michael is giving him a door ! Sweet escape. Except for the fact that, you know, Michael hunts down the people that go there.

Fuck.

FUCK.

Ok, so of course I'm gonna put the two last part of the season together, so this is all for this post, I guess.

The quote of the post will be not be from TMA, because I am mad at it, so here is one from Martin Luther King :

"There is nothing more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."

End Liveblogging.