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soyouareandrewdobson · 1 year

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TIMBER! The artistic Growth thing...

I apologize for the recent silence almost immediately after I came back. Unfortunately the last weeks were affected by personal and work stuff that I think no one cares about here, so I was unable to write much.

That said, plans are in the making and I thought today I would at the very least bring out one comic that to me is not necessarily wrong in the message Dobson conveys, but does after all not apply much to him

The thing about this comic is, that Dobson is not necessarily entirely wrong. There are people who believe that artistic growth is more or less developing in a progressive line, kinda artificially. Which based on my own experience, is not really the case. At least I have seen artists, writers and such, who, if allowed to grow in a more “organic” manner, will eventually manage to create stuff and tell stories with a more unique flavor than they did before. The “key” however to do so is to also think at least partly outside the box and being “genuine” with what you want to create. Case in point for me: Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels.

While I did enjoy a lot of Pratchett’s early novels in the Discworld cycle, I will admit that it wasn’t really until “Mort” and “MacBest” that I think Pratchett started to move away from simply “spoofing” the common tropes in fantasy fiction while telling a story and that it was around that time, he really started to flesh the Discworld out in the manner that many people came to love, while also giving flavor to it with his unique sense of humor. And Moving Pictures in that regard was the true definitive turning point, as from there on we “left” the classical fantasy tropes in favor of a fantasy world more akin to a 19th century fantasy world, entering the industrial revolution and everything that it included. But Pratchett, in order to reach that point in his career as a writer, and in regard of his Discworld mythology, had to start somewhere with novels the like of “The Light Fantastic” and “Colours of Magic” and had to "progressively" improve at least to some degree before reaching the point he could organically breach out.

Which brings me to the following: Dobson claiming that there is no “linear progression” at times is kinda wrong. Particularly when you are familiar with long running manga series such as One Piece or certain webcomics. From a technical aspect, there is “progress” so to speak. Look at One Piece and how chapters are drawn e.g. back during the East Blue or Alabasta Cycle and compare the linework e.g. with how things escalate in the Wano arc. Oda obviously became more comfortable fleshing out panels even more than before.

Drum vs Wano...

Another example: Compare THIS early strip of a certain internet webcomic…

With how it looks nowadays

Yeah, I know sinfest is utter garbage made by a demagogue WAY WORSE than Dobson (honestly, fuck Ishida with a broken bottle), but technically speaking, he “evolved”.

Next, let me just say that I find the assumption of Dobson that “most” people think artistic growth is “only” an artificial linear process, kinda insulting. Mostly because I think that most of us are aware that it is rather a mixture of “organic” growth and linear progress, rather than one extreme or the other. But obviously, Dobson must claim this is the “truth” about most people, cause otherwise, his take isn’t “unique” anymore and he isn’t special. Special for making a whimsical, romanticized and “creative” statement about artistic growth being more like a tree. Free to grow and beautiful to look at. Something we must nurture and care for.

Yeah, about that, in regard of the last line that reads, and I quote: Everyone is different and everyone grows at different speed. Through loving care and constant nurturing, you’ll always improve.

I think we all know Dobson well enough, that what he really is saying is the following:

I am different than others and I grow at my own pace. Please, I will improve if you give me likes and pay for my stuff instead of giving me mean criticism I can not stand. Now let me just phrase it in a manner that sounds like I say something compassionate that can apply to every person, hiding my own insecurities and selfish wishes.

In that regard, let me show you the beauty of Dobson’s artistic growth as of present day.

Okay, snark put aside at least partly, I do agree that yes, people are different and as artists can grow at different speed. Often times other factors, such as personal life experiences, exposure to stuff outside their certain comfort zones or even just having the right tools to work with, can affect a lot the artistic growth of a person.

I even agree, that “loving care and nurturing” (or in other words, positive feedback and support, at times, even financially) can help. But where I draw the line is at “constant nurturing”, because that feels like to Dobson, the only way he or other artists can ever improve is only through praise and nothing more. No. No Dobson, you also need to at least tolerate at times “criticism” and negative feedback. And I don’t mean stuff like “kill yourself, faggot”, I mean when someone tells an artist for example that certain technical aspects of his work, such as linework, positions, storytelling etc. need genuinely to be worked on. Because guess what? Getting your mistakes pointed out, doesn’t necessarily need to be something negative. It can also be something positive, if it genuinely helps you learn from those mistakes and improve your work.

Not that Dobson ever learnt how to deal with “criticism” in a positive manner anyway, as evident by journal posts as followed...

And this piece of “artwork”

Comic with stabbed critics

Not to forget, the person who gives us this “advice” is the same person who did not really live by any of it himself. I mean, Dobson claims that artistic growth is doing best when allowed to grow organically, slowly and steady and that as time goes on, it will also branch out and diverge.

I will say this: Yes, there are content creators who tend to branch out at times also from their “familiar” tone and style, just for the sake of creating art. Gendy Tartakovsky comes to mind, having started off in very cartoonish stuff like Dexter’s Lab and Powerpuff Girls, only to then also give us Samurai Jack, Primal and Unicorn-Warriors Eternal. Not having really betrayed his roots (as evident e.g. also by his involvement with the Hotel Transylvania franchise), but branching out to different degree.

When did Andrew Dobson ever “branch out” or diverge? His original stories such as Formera and Alex the Pirate, which were derivative of humor and pacing issues related to comedic mangas of the late 80s and early 90s as well as newspaper comic strips, were utter failures he abandoned around the late 2000s/early 2010s.

Most of the stuff he ever created was random fanart, and if anything he actually got worse over time. Having perhaps once upon a time created some decent fanart…

And then later providing people more with stuff like that, where he doesn’t even get the original design of the characters right

Even a low effort comic such as SYAC had become lazier and lazier over the years. Mostly because instead of just telling a joke, you had most of the time just Dobbear over the course of four panels stand in a green void and blubber on how he thinks certain artists or fans sucked because of opinions they had.

The most he ever bothered to “branch out” was ironically when he worked for brentalfloss, as the guy forced Dobson essentially to draw more detailed backgrounds at times than he ever did for anything else.

And the deal with Brentalfloss ended by 2012 or even earlier.

The only other noteworthy creations he made in his last years online would be the Adventure Zone comic that no one asked for (essentially turning some podcast into a comic that had severe pacing issues. Something Adventure Zone fans pointed out) and Miraculous Ladybug comics he made, because that shitstain on the magical girl genre became his new favorite.

And the later were just an extension of the dumb, unfunny and meanspirited newspaper level humor he was already famous for when it came to Alex ze Pirate and early SYAC.

Not to forget, he couldn’t even draw the characters remotely close to the show’s style, something he even pointed out himself.

JESUS! She looks like a farting squirrel with mental disorders.

Dobson himself may have hated his younger self and what he drew…

But you just have to look e.g. at his “Inktober” contributions in later years to see, how much within the shortest amount of time he could regress artistically instead of grow.

To clarify: The Dr. Who pic was in his first year of doing inktober. The not on model Gary was on his second, and the Dipper one on his last year of participating in it. And he actively decided out of spite to no longer work with ink the second year forward, because the first time he did it, he felt insulted by people actually paying him positive attention again in years among other things.

Truth be told, Dobson had all the time in the world within the 15+ years he was an online presence. And even with people like me making fun of him and criticizing his work, he still could have done something to improve artistically for the better and grow into a beautiful tree.

Instead he shriveled up to some stinking flora with a lot of pricks and was stomped out by natural forces, leaving me and others behind to further salt the earth on which he grew.

Turning from this...

to this!

With his very last project known as Cabin Rest ending up pretty much like that:

#so you are a cartoonist #adobsonartwork #andrew dobson #artistic growth #comic #webcomic #hypocrisyofandrewdobson

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m1ckeyb3rry · 16 days

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LMAOOOO yeah lowk it was still more funny than embarrassing for me catching that typo here but if I found it after I sent it to someone else I think I’d be a goner

(Also wait speaking of I forgot to mention you’re seriously a trooper for reading all of orv…I followed the comic for awhile but I have a friend whose obsessed with it and like summarized the entire novel to me in like an essay (I’m still confused as hell because I lost track of the details) but after hearing it all from them it’s truly a ride…)

NOOO I SAW!! Ofc it’s sae LMAO classic itoshi scenario…yk maybe Karasu nation will come in clutch last minute…(I’m ngl I’m kinda glad none of those characters are on there oops LMAOOO I also don’t think they’d have much to do with aiku and honestly there’s so many works of them all) Ok I still kinda feel like it’s a win tho bc Karasu and Barou in second and third???

FRRR the edits are gonna go so hard…just imagine the Barou stripping scene LMAOO (the dudebros glazing Barou are everywhere omg)

I love how “the white haired dude” is an archetype of its own it’s so funny but so real…(gotta confess Im usually in the white haired dude fan section like somehow I end up gravitating to them too)

IM CRYING THE PARENTHESES it just goes on“or fifth…sixth……15th…” LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO

I’m crying your writing has made MY standards too high but honestly so real…even seabird sae is already better than like…a good majority of the population out there this is lowk sad

LMAOAO THE SELF HELP BOOKS I see the vision the purple green was also perfect for him

OOOOH I guess we’ve just gotta see what tiktok audio pops up on your fyp LOL but I’m excited I was leaning towards chigiri or Barou I was looking cooking way more for their ideas

LOL it’s ok that Nagi requester will get Nagi content from oaeu too!! I’m actually so hyped for the series

LMAO I plugged them into a generator and got Karasu!! I guess it’s the universe telling me not to stray from Karasu nation….lowk almost forgot that he’s essentially my namesake I got too desensitized to it so the generator really said remember your origins

OHHHHHHHHHH wait that’s kinda stupid on tumblrs part wdym the creator can’t see the results unless they vote??? SHDHS thats actually so annoying your rant is so valid (also just generally feel free to go wild ranting or venting it’s all good w me) im ngl if you want the next time you make a poll i can just vote early on and keep you updated on the results if you don’t wanna have that option there for people to screw with…but BRO YUKI AND OTOYA???? I know they generally still lag behind Karasu in terms of popularity s2 please save them

LMAO nah it’s perfectly reasonable and valid like some people don’t have the brain development for proper impulse control ig like damn

Ok well in the time I was writing it ig it’s over now good for you sae fans good for you (BOOO TOMATO TOMATO /j)

- Karasu anon

HAHAH our freaks are so matched i don’t even blink at 90% of your typos we truly are the same person LMAOAO

omg i LOVEDDDD orv i read it on my phone in the summer of 2023 when i had nothing else to do and it was genuinely so so good like the novel is PEAK i never read the webcomic version because i’m attached to the translations in the novel even though they’re not “official” but genuinely the novel is probably one of if not THE best things i’ve ever read like it actually changed my brain chemistry fr (it’s a long build but the ending arc is peak fiction)

SAE WON 💔 but very proud of karasu nation and barou nation for locking in and getting them so close to sae that was def unexpected!! and yeahhh that’s the vibe i was getting too like there’s no way for them to realistically be involved w aiku so it wouldn’t make sense for them to be there PLUS i don’t like them that much so i can’t cook up an idea to involve them w aiku the way i did w nagi 😰 speaking of which i think i have the idea for yukimiya HAHA basically aiku is like “okay we’re the two oldest blue lock members let’s be best friends 😄” and yukimiya is like “thanks but i already have a bestie ☺️” and ofc aiku is like WHAT and has to do some heavy recon (he probs recruits niko too LMAO atp niko is an honorary wingman just because he’s consistently aiku’s sidekick) and that’s where he finds reader which makes be like “hold on there is definitely something romantic going on here” so he tries to get yuki and reader together in order to finally have a soccer playing bff who’s also relatively normal (@ barou)

the craziest thing abt dude bros glazing barou is that he’s physically their ideal but in every other way he is NOTHING like them!! like that man respects women, cooks and cleans, is willing to accept his mistakes and work on them, hates people who are mid…he would think they’re goofy asf 😭

KDJDKSSJ i normally don’t really go for the white haired characters but nagi is an exception…my other top favs have been eren from aot (brown hair), megumi and yuta from jjk (black hair), and shinah from yotd (blue hair??) HAHA honesty karasu and rin are very in line w the kinds of characters i typically like physically but idk smth abt nagi appeals to me the most 🙂‍↕️

FBKDDNSJSN luckily it was NOT shidou!! i’m going to repost it so i’m sure you’ll know by the time you read this but i got chigiri 🤩 which honestly i can actually see but specifically his actual canon miraverse characterization NOT his overly feminized fandom self 😭 apparently they originally thought nagi which slay but they came to the same realization i did a while ago which is that as much as i love him the two of us are too similar in some ways and too different in other ways so we would actually not work out irl 😓💔 honestly chigimira wasn’t one i was necessarily expecting but it might be what i needed (idk if i could muster up a long fic idea for chigiri…maybe?? we will see #tbd)

LMAOAAO me when a man slides into my dms but he doesn’t buy me plane tickets and an expensive sandwich 😒 abt to start telling everyone i have a bf or smth HAHA because unless a man is miraverse bllk men level he’s simply not replacing nagi or karasu or sae or whoever 🥱

HELPP i’m glad the vision comes through i rlly like this cover!! i think i’m going to put the character’s name where it said “masterlist” on the masterlist so it’s easy to tell who the individual oneshot is abt 🤩 don’t want people to start reading expecting an aiku fic (at least until the last part which actually is for aiku)

i just got a barou request HAHA so it’ll def be chigiri or MAYBE bachira depending on what i feel inspired for!! agreed it’s time to open tik tok and feel the vibes out for what i want to write next…maybe watch some edits too while i’m at it for further assistance 😏

HAHA no fr stay true to your origins…i’m going to write all of them eventually anyways so it’s not that deep but i just wanted to figure out where I should start since all of them have such good premises that i can’t decide!! rip otoya and yukimiya though…hoping s2 + oaeu converts more people 😰

for now i think it should be okay like it’s nbd since so many other people do vote as well it’s just like a personal pet peeve HFKDJDSJS we all have smth that makes us tweak i suppose…i’m just in my isagi on field era 😩 i don’t do polls that often so it shouldn’t be a huge issue but expect me to have at least a paragraph in our convos crashing out over that whenever i do end up making a poll 😭

sae nation is too strong…they’re inevitable fr KFJDKD honestly proud of karasu and reo for hanging on for a bit that’s impressive 🤩 in the end though an itoshi bro is basically a guaranteed win (unless like i said kaiser or MAYBE isagi are in the running too)

#answered asks

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the-stray-storyteller · 9 months

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you asked for a shitty poem istg this is the only poem ive ever written HEY COME BACK *grabs you and pulls you back* NOW YOU HAVE TO TELL ME ABOUT ALL YOUR NEW STUFF AND SHARE SOME OF YOURS >:(

also literally you don't have to feel pressured to answer this take your time like honestly you don't even have to reply I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR NEW WIP SACRIFICE!1?1?11??1

AAAAAAAAAAAAA! HI!

*offers you tea*

I sent you an ask a few days ago but my tumblr is acting funny so I don't think you got it. Anyways.....

The poem omigod. It's wow! Is it the complexities of human emotion that we hide with beauty. Or is it about romanticizing the dangerous and falling in love with it. The juxtaposition. The rhythm. The contrast. Holy fucking wow. ITS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. ITS SO GOOD. *frothing mouth*

Also you new pfp is so cooot. eeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Okay now to answer your questions. New stuff, nothing much there. I have been writing Rebel and Havenpoint (I should really post the next chapter) really slowly. Writing more chem notes than stories.

Rebel is a part of a series. I still haven't decided if it is going to be a duology or a trilogy. But there will be another book if I have the energy and will to write it.

And I have been concentrating on making two comic strips for my college scholarship. I finished the first one, one more to go.

Long rant below. Like really fucking long. Not joking.

Sacrifice is a placeholder name for my WIP. I haven't decided what its actual name will be. I am really hoping I don't abandon this WIP.

Like I did with Masque, Woven Worlds, Orphic Academy, Timekeepers, Card Thief, Games of the Astute, Mortal Bound, The Playground, After the afterlife (dumb name), Stolen by Silence, etc.

So Sacrifice is an Indian Dark Academia novel.

25 of the best magic users from all over India will be invited to attend a prestigious and mythical academy after they finish 12th grade. So they take this mysterious train ride to another fucking realm where the school is (nobody knows its exact location cause they all faint in the train). Also the academy's architecture will be based off on Indian architecture throughout the ages, so I am currently researching on that when I get time.

The students have a year to conduct a study in the academy. They will have access to all sorts of ancient scriptures and previous alumni's studies. At the end of the year the Dean will see what they worked on. If the dean is impressed by you project they will tell you the secret of life and death magic. The Dean is never impressed. If they fail to impress the Dean they go home with absolutely nothing and they would forget the place.

However, the people who went back home with nothing went mad after a while and killed themselves. Their minds are not able to process the magical place they had just been to. Being at the academy also manages to mess with the minds of a person. It drives them a bit crazy. Some people have suicided there or have killed somebody else. The students don't know this.

Spoilers after this point.

So a group of six students join together and decide to help each other with their projects so they can get the secret. One of the group finds out about the whole madness thing and tells the others about it.

Now each of the six students has a hamartia (tragic flaw). From jealousy to manipulative. This is actually a small experiment from my side because the main characters are not good people, so I am gonna try and make them likable. Its going to be so hard.

Anyways desperate and power hungry the group decides to find the secret themselves and steal the academy's resources and escape before the end of the year.

The others fearful of dying/going mad start to push the limits of their magic. They experiment with things that they are not supposed to experiment with.

With every experiment their hamartia takes over. They start going mad. They become a fucking cult. They start to sacrifice the other students to ancient gods (in true ancient fashion) and become more powerful. Once all the students are gone they start killing each other and the last one left ends up destroying the academy along with themself trying to become the most powerful being.

*sobbing* I talk too much.

#answered asks #writeblr #Sacrifice #Rebel #Havenpoint

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mythgirlimagines · 2 years

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DVHS Reread: Chapter III.IV

"But if you think about it, isn't the timing too perfect?" I ask, trying not to look over at Fujimoto. It feels odd to be arguing about this when he's on the ground right next to me.

I 100% forgot I had Monokuma just leave him there. That’s so cruel.

"Well, you know what they say about assuming: it makes an ass out of you and me." Yoshida's eyes light up a bit at her own joke. "But yeah, what did he even use? We didn't find anything in his room."

I heard that saying for the first time in 11th grade, around when I started writing this, I think. Or maybe it was the next year I started? Time is an illusion.

"We can't go off of just that," Ikeda says after a second passes. "I've read that artists sometimes produce their most happy work when they're depressed and vice versa. Everything else points to him killing himself, and we're supposed to take the word of contextless lyrics?"

This came from a treasury of Pearls Before Swine comics with commentary by the creator, Stephan Pastis. He mentioned that some of his darker strips were drafted during happy points in his life.

"I did," Oshiro and I say at the same time. Which helps no one. We wedged into the doorway at the same time, so I guess there's no telling if we were the third and fourth people or the second and third.

I always find it confusing how the BDA rule of three is only in certain cases, so it’s easier to just have four when one of the first ones there could be the blackened.

"Just listen! Strangling is often done with rope-like objects, right? Using a thin wire like a guitar string would not have the same effect. It would cut into her neck, causing her to bleed out. The cause of death in that case would be called garroting." Yasu shifts so he's facing me. "Ishikawa, I told you before that there was nothing that could be the murder weapon in the storage. There was a wire tool that's used to cut clay in the storage drawer, but what I said was true: the cause of death would not be strangling like the file said if the wire tool was used."

I got this both from my mom and logic from Alex from Magnus Chase. Garroting and strangling are two different causes of death. My mom confirmed that using a guitar string would probably have the former cause of death rather than the latter. Which isn’t a sus thing for her to know, she’s a murder mystery fan, too, which is why I read this to her.

She turns to me, unnerving me with her vacant look. It's like she's possessed or something.

I love Oshiro

Ikeda shakes his head, his arms folded. "Isn't that a flimsy argument? There's nothing more that ties me to the crime scene other than speculation and thin arguments."

So true bestie it’s because I have a hard time making conclusive evidence.

What is she doing? That wasn't what he had at all. I would've known; eucalyptus is one of the only essential oils I can't stand. Not that anyone else checked the water. "Ishikawa, didn't you say it was lavender?" Ikeda checks. "I don't have lavender oil in my room."

It clicks when Yoshida smirks at me, victory in her eyes. "I never said it was lavender," I tell him slowly. "Apart from eucalyptus, I don't think I could've placed the scent accurately."

Noooooooo Saito said last chapter it was lavender I screwed myself over with this! Gosh darn it!

Oshiro shifts a little to the side, away from him. "Buuuuut we know that they were killed by the same person, and that that oil has something to do with it. And you were the one who slipped up. A frogleg slip!"

Abe coughs. "Freudian slip."

I. LOVE. OSHIRO.

"Is that it? Are we done?" Yasu asks, his voice somewhat strained. He's swaying a little on his feet. If I look hard, his skin looks a palish green.

~Foreshadowing~

"There wasn't-" I gasp. I was hallucinating Miyuki in there. So when Miyuki- the hallucination- said that she would stay there, she saved me. I talked to her and Ikeda thought I was talking to someone else, maybe Hamasaki or Fujimoto.

If I hadn't hallucinated, I would be dead now.

Idk there’s just something I love about that.

The more needles Monokuma puts in, the further in they go. A few of them draw blood; Ikeda goes pale at the sight. Is he going to bleed out?

Callback to that Ikeda does not like blood, hence why he carried out the first technically bloodless murder in DVHS. Also I think I said before he’s not the biggest fan of needles, either.

As if on cue, the PA sparks on. "It's- okay! Almost- hang- right!" The voice mutters, impossible to make out, then a different voice, another feminine one, takes over. "-hear us? -calm- get out-"

This broadcast is the first real clue into who’s there, since you now know it’s two girls.

"We'll stop it," I hear Yoshida assure Oshiro softly. It's the quietest I've heard her. She has her arm around Oshiro's shoulders, comforting. "I promise, okay?"

I am so sorry to all Oshiro fans because that promise, as you know, will not last long.

Yasu feels almost feverish below me. I sweep his hair out of his eyes gently. With how panicked Sasaki was before leaving, I can't help but wonder if we're going to be losing another friend today.

This was always planned for the end of this chapter. I figured this specific event would have a higher sense of urgency between updates more than post-trials usually have.

#dvhs #dvhs spoilers #dvhs reread #camila ishikawa #hidekazu fujimoto #etsuko yoshida #amaya oshiro #yasu kadoshima #kazuhiko ikeda #kagami saito #fumito abe #miyuki ueda #hanayo sasaki #danganronpa #fangan #swearing

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Book Review: Eliza and Her Monsters by Francesca Zappia

Date of Publishing: May 30th, 2017

Author: Francesca Zappia

Publisher: Greenwillow Books

Genre: Contemporary, Young Adult

After finding out the release date of this book I realize I’m kind of late to the party. But, don’t fret, that’s the norm for me. I’ve properly got back into reading since a couple of years ago, so I’m like the backlist queen because I’m reading books that have been published ages ago and gushing about them as if they’re new releases.

However, despite being late to the party, I’m still going to gush about this book because it was one of the cutest books I’ve ever read in quite a while. Not to mention this made me wish I was an artist so I could draw my own comic strip. And fan fiction is not a genre I write, but after reading this story, it made me want to give it a try, though I doubt I ever would, but it’s nice to think about it.

The story follows Eliza Mirk who is your typical definition of an outcast. She doesn’t have any friends and most of the people would consider her unpopular and weird, but she has a secret. A secret she likes to keep to herself as it protects her from the rest of the world. But she’s incredibly popular online because of her comic strip, Monstrous Sea and goes by the name Lady Constellation. Everybody loves her comic, but no one knows who she really is and that’s how she likes it. Then comes in Wallace Warland who happens to be a fan of Eliza’s comic just like everybody else and writes fan fiction based on the comic.

When Eliza comes in contact with Wallace, which signals the inception of their friendship, things start looking up for Eliza’s social life, even though deep down she’s afraid of Wallace finding out her true identity despite the fact that she wants to tell him herself. But things kind of fall of the rails for Eliza when her secret comes out in a way she never expected—in a way I never expected either—her world falls of its axis and the next she knows, she has to face the world and especially the boy who she’s started falling for.

I found this book to be adorable… and sweet. You can’t help but smile when you read this book which was what I did the entire time I was reading. Francesca Zappia not only nailed the family dynamics in this story but the way Eliza feels the need to hide her true identity from the world as she continues to do the thing that she loves the most is something I can relate to on a personal level. I felt seen by this book. Not to mention the fact that Wallace is one adorable character, who has his own secrets, but is a genuine person nonetheless and that’s all we’re looking for in this world—a bit of honesty.

Moreover, the writing style is easy and the pace is steady. You keep turning page after page and it doesn’t feel as if you’re experiencing bumps across this journey of the two characters who’re trying to show and hide at the same time. This was my first book by this author, but since I enjoyed her writing style, I definitely want to read other stories by her and hopefully I’ll enjoy those as well.

The plot wasn’t something unique, but it did bring with it its own unique flavor. I’ve never read a book involving a comic artist, so I found that pretty interesting. And I could relate to Eliza in a lot of ways, maybe that’s why I enjoyed this book as much as I did. Even when I was telling my friend about this book she also said that I’m like the real/human version of Eliza and maybe she’s right. Not only are the characters fleshed out really well, there’s something about each of them that make you feel something on a personal level and for me that character was Eliza, so thank you Francesca for writing this story and creating this character.

And the way Eliza’s secret comes out, I must say that was creative and something I did not see coming. I love it when authors catch me by surprise and this was one hell of a climax. I really need to learn a thing or two by Francesca Zappia about writing the climax as I always screw that part up. I’m a terrible writer. Pity party aside, the climax was amazingly executed and the ending was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better ending and if you wish to know how this book ends, then go pick yourself a copy. I highly recommend this book and the next time somebody asks me for a recommendation, I’m definitely naming this book as my first pick.

So there we go, my thoughts on Eliza and Her Monsters by Francesca Zappia. If you read this book, then do let me know in the comments what you thought of it and whether or not you agree with my opinions. If not, then do let me know if you intend to read it, because I know you won’t regret it.

#Read n Buried #Reading #currently reading #books and reading #booklr #Book Review #book community

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wernher-von-brawny · 1 year

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I was watching a YouTube video about Bill Watterston, the creator of the 1980/90s newspaper comic Calvin and Hobbes, and the bonus fact was about how Watterston declined to merchandise the IP, “costing” him millions of dollars.

And of course, the use of the word “cost” in this way irked me.

Sure, it’s common to use the word to describe “the negative consequences, sacrifices, or trade-offs involved in making a decision or pursuing a particular course of action” -- but using it in the context of Bill Watterston made my propaganda alert go PING!

The man retired at 38 wealthy, successful, and at the top of his game. As far as I know he is not living in poverty or deprivation. And from the few public remarks he’s made since retirement, he has expressed no regret about the decision.

But, you know... “We’re capitalist; that’s just the way it is.”

And so declining to pursue money, even when one has more than enough, gets presented as failure of some kind, be it character, mentality, or even morality.

Voluntarily establishing sensible, comfortable, sustainable boundaries is presented as an irrational act in a society that values unlimited growth -- the philosophy of the cancer cell -- above all things.

It’s called “leaving money on the table”, and any serious person of business will tell you that it’s a mistake.

The twist here is that there is Calvin and Hobbes merchandise in the world though. There are the books, which have kept the strips in circulation all these decades.

And there’s the bootleg Calvin pissing decal that shows up on trucks and whatnot, which captures the mischievous, rebellious spirit of the character better than any plushie or Funko Pop ever could.

If you or I want a stuffed Hobbes, we'd have to make one, or commission it from some independent artisan or another, which also seems in the spirit of the strip.

So the only folks potentially suffering “negative consequences” are the suits, who don’t get to draw additional fees from Watterston’s labor. All they’re left with is Peanuts and Garfield and Dilbert and Marvel and DC and Transformers and Star Wars and the whole rest of the catalog.

The poor sods. I pray they can still afford their boats payments. 🙏

If Watterston isn’t hurt by this, then it “cost” him nothing. But the kids (and nostalgic seniors like me) who watch the video will hear that declining to further merchandising his IP “cost” Watterston millions, and maybe think, “oh, that’s a shame”, or even “jeez, what a dummy!”

Most of us are (probably) suffering economic hardship of some kind, and would love to have millions of dollars.

So when someone with a full belly says no to a third or fourth dessert, our media -- YouTubers included -- can confidently spin this as a negative, and all us hungry peasants will reflexively agree that this bullshit about portion control and serving size is crazy talk.

Why, if it were us, we'd take ten desserts! -- which is an attitude our aristocrats fully agree with -- winners take all, whether they need it or not -- and want to encourage.

But Watterston disagreed and made a different choice. He acquired more than enough, and then chose to step away from the table and leave something for the next generation to go after.

And to see this referred to as a “cost"; to see a responsible, respectful, and in my opinion moral decision made by a successful person so glibly mischaracterized -- it irks me.

No matter whether its malicious neoliberal propaganda, or just lazy writing, it irks me.

Fuck that shit.

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goddamnwebcomics · 1 year

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My Brief Review of Daisy Falls Apart

When I started riffing this comic alongside Monster Girl Academy, I thought it was going to suck, and now that it’s over, I think this comic is not the worst comic I’ve ever riffed, but it’s nothing special either.

Plot & Writing

The comic begins with Daisy getting drunk and verbally shitting on Peach. Peach however finds her there and decides to take her home. Daisy ends up causing a lot of trouble for her, only to get kidnapped by Bowser through a WACKY MISUNDERSTANDING. Meanwhile Mario and Luigi lose Mushroom Kingdom to Wart in a game of Strip Poker while Daisy gains Bowser’s kingdom in a game of Regular Poker. After Daisy becomes the queen she goes on a war with Wart, and reclaims her kingdom. The End.

The title “Daisy Falls Apart” or “Daisy’s Fall Apart” really only describes the first ten pages of this comic where she is drinking at the bar and lamenting her terrible life. Then it becomes “Daisy is a horrible person: The Motion Picture” and you don’t really feel any sympathy for her. Granted the comic ends on her getting her kingdom back, but you don’t really feel happy for her for reasons I will go into in the next part.

This comic’s writing is so and so, it is all the classic Mario parody tropes sans “Mario likes to do da mushroom because da mushroom be drugs oolrlolloloolol”, and it was dated by the time comic already started. That being said the comic has a lot of references to Mario games, including ones most people haven’t played like Super Princess Peach. The comic is certainly being done by someone who is a huge fan of the series, but references aren’t everything.

This comic really is a comedy through and through, there really isn’t a page where the comic tries to be serious. If that had happened it would’ve been jarring as hell and it would’ve made me miss the more wacky tone of the comic so points for that. However the comic isn’t really funny. Most of the punchlines are of two kinds, “Daisy is a horrible person” and “Fanservice moment”. I am not super opposed to fanservice in comics but it’s so forced here, and these are supposed to be characters from a kids game series.

When the punchline didn’t land in these two categories, I can only think of one or two jokes that were actually funny. The comic isn’t funny, and part of that is the characters.

Characters

The good thing about Mario characters is that many of their personalities are basic so it’s easy for fanfiction writers to do whatever they want with them, and they wouldn’t feel out of character. I still feel that the version of Daisy in this comic was disservice to the original Daisy. The Original Daisy is just “Peach but Tomboy” and she hasn’t made any appearances outside of sports and party games. Daisy of “Daisy Falls Apart” is a colossal manchild who uses the kind nature of Peach to her advantage. She sees Peach as a total doormat and she doesn’t do one good deed in this comic unless you count her kicking Wart’s ass as a good deed, but she mainly did it for selfish reasons. This comic has had protagonists who are a lot worse, but Daisy is bad because we’re supposed to sympathise with her at the beginning, but she isn’t likable at all. She is a liar and she didn’t even tell that her kingdom was invaded until it was convenient for her to do so. Daisy of this comic is a bad example of how to do a comedic sociopath. She did become slightly more likable after she embraced being a villain, and the story should have ended with her in Bowser’s place, but much like Nintendo the author wanted to play it safe so she’s the queen of Sarasaland and likely will continue her reign of terror there, blah.

Rest of the characters were passable, Peach had shades of being neurotic to her but she didn’t at least turn into a generic girlboss. Mario and Luigi were lazy assholes but at least they became more like their older counterparts later in the comic. Everyone else, like Wart and Bowser, were just there. By far the thing I liked the most in the comic were the new additions, Peach’s Maids all were an interesting addition to the established lore, they all had memorable designs despite being Toads, and one of them having a grudge for Daisy was pretty funny. I also felt like Eyepatch Toad should have been in the comic for longer.

Art

The art was surprisingly consistent, the artist stuck to drawing Mario characters in their own style rather than try to imitate the official style badly. The art also nicely evolved as the comic went on, the only inconsistent part really was that weird BDSM fantasy Daisy had, but that’s about it. Also the Mario Brothers’s noses were really huge for whatever reason. I was also surprised there was no overuse of chibi faces.

Final Words

Daisy Falls Apart is probably the shortest comic I’ve riffed that has been finished. It served it’s purpose well, tell a story from the perspective of a lesser used Mario character with hijinks a plenty. Daisy was horribly unlikable but that might have been just me. This comic has actually spawned a lot of fanmade audiobooks, so people do have fondness for it. I don’t think it’s the best webcomic in the world but being passable fancomic is a huge achievement in the world of webcomics.

#daisy falls apart

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knife-at-a-knife-fight · 2 years

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I think there’s a beautiful comedy to the fact that every person who has ever said “you can rely on me. Call me or text me if you need me. Tell me. I want to be there for you. I will be there for you if you ask” has also very much failed to pull through when I’ve asked for help - most multiple times. And I mean Every. Single. One. without fail. Every single time. Some have fallen asleep on me. Some have gotten distracted and stopped responding. Some have just not responded to begin with. Some have had phones die and didn’t want to get a charger Some have read a text as being more aggressive than it was intended (I am still a sarcastic shit, even when pseudo-crisising) and left in a huff rather than giving me a chance to explain that that’s not how i meant it.

And if I wasn’t a performer and a comedian, i would think that’s terrible. But honestly, from an objective point of view, i think it’s hilarious. It’s verging on a greek tragedy while having the format of a long running sitcom or a comic strip

It doesn’t matter the scenario or the other people involved, it will always unfold the same way. I will be offered help again and again and again and again. I will refuse every time. They’ll give me open offer after open offer after open offer. I’ll say repeatedly that I’ll keep it in mind. They say they mean it. And I really think they do. I really think they do.

And then, on a bad night after a bad week from a bad month in a year that’s been trending downward more than up, I’ll send a text, maybe make a call, and ask if they’re busy. I don’t blame them if they don’t respond or say they are, I’m only talking about the times where they say they’re free to chat. They ask me what’s up. They ask me if i’m okay.

And I’ll beat around the bush for a while. I’ll talk about some random thing or another, or I’ll ask about them. And eventually, I’ll explain. I’ll explain how I feel and that things just aren’t going well and that i just need Someone to be there for me.

And this, my friends, is the point at which they stop responding. Usually after a bit of a longer message (or a string of shorter messages, more often than not), but when i finally divulge the truth, everything that’s important to know about how i’m doing in that moment, they disappear. They go silent.

I’m not sure if it’s Cassandra never being listened to, or Prometheus and his eagle, or Tantalus and the water at his feet, or Echo and her love for Narcissus, but surely it can’t happen any other way. It’s set in stone from the start. Nothing else could have happen or could ever happen.

The set up is the same, and the punchline is reliable. It must be a comedy because if this was a drama, they’d call it lazy writing. It’s the same story, over and over again, with slightly different details, but the same plot. And I have to laugh, because what else am i to do?

If it was one person once I would blame them, but how am i to blame anyone but myself when it has been more than a handful of people, and every single time, without fail? For this degree of consistency, the issue must be with me. I don’t know how, but it must be.

And at the end of the night, I’m the one to pick myself up off of the bathroom floor and wipe the tears from my eyes, and get a glass of water to soothe the dehydration headache setting in. I wash my face and look myself in the mirror, my phone without a single message on the counter. I put myself together again, not them. Not because I don’t let them. I ask. I ask them to. I beg them for help. But every time, it’s been left to me.

And I put myself to bed, and I pretend I’m alright the next morning. I wake up to a text apologising half the time, and I tell them that it’s okay, it’s not a big deal, I was - and am - fine, “just a little overwhelmed and frustrated, it wasn’t important.” And they say okay. And it’s set up to happen again. and again. and again.

and again.

and

again.

#Jamie before you text me asking if i'm okay #yes #i am #this is reflective #this is not about the current economic situation #this is about the poetic irony of how i seem to be designed to never rely on anyone #if i believed in a god #i would simply think that they enjoy watching me fall short on every front at every opportunity #patterns are terrible #but they can be so wonderfully comedic #maybe #just maybe #maybe next time Lucy won't pull the football away #mine

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stlmentalhealth2w · 2 years

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Love Your Work, Massage Therapists

I passed off upon a Dilbert comic strip nowadays that perfectly illustrated for me how critical it's far for massage and bodywork therapists to like their work. When you don't love your paintings, it will become at once obvious on your customer, your co-workers and your boss in case you manifest to be hired at an establishment. The comic strip also pokes amusing on the on occasion tenuous name "Certified Massage Therapist."

The comedian strip characteristic a therapist who begins the consultation out with having the client (Dilbert) fill out a prolonged medical form, thinking to herself, "Less time I should virtually contact him." Then, as she starts offevolved the massage she wonders if all and sundry realizes she simplest massages with one hand. Hmmm, she thinks, maybe if I use this pen instead… So she starts offevolved "clicking" a writing pen on Dilbert's back, telling him she found the supply of his hassle. He tells a pal afterward that he desires to go again numerous more times so the therapist can dispose of the "clicking" in his back. The strip name is "Certified Massage Therapist." I only found it humorous because I realize certified therapists similar to that. What wasn't humorous is that licensed therapists like that, who do now not love their paintings, are nearly as detrimental to the general massage industry reputation as are prostitutes who use "massage" as a ruse.

How a lot of us have had a comparable therapist as within the comedian? How lots of us have been this therapist at one factor or every other in our careers? Do you love your paintings? Do your clients love your work?

I'm retired from arms-on bodywork, but I loved being a rubdown therapist and I cherished my work. What I did not love turned into the bureaucracy being a massage therapist entails, however that's another article for any other day, possibly. What I will say is, state or countrywide certification does no longer guarantee you may be a better therapist; or, will it make you a safer therapist. It's a bureaucratic hoop designed for us to jump through.

Don't get me wrong, I'm now not advocating in opposition to getting licensed if it makes running your enterprise less complicated, or it makes you sense or seem greater expert; or, of direction if it's required with the aid of regulation with a purpose to work or get a process. But getting licensed is not always going to make you a "better" therapist. If via getting certified calls for greater education of you, possibly it'll; but greater education will commonly make you a better therapist without or with a piece of paper.

No doubt, what makes a higher therapist is mind-set and touch. Certainly skill comes into it and contributes to the touch great, however usual it is the mindset that wins the day. No remember what, if you do no longer love your paintings, your customer will feel that during your palms. They'll also see it to your frame language, and listen it to your voice. And, they will keep in mind you when it comes time to e book their next rub down - with a person else.

That being stated, I've always felt the quality manner to make sure rubdown therapists are competent is to simply allow the market rule. If a therapist is lousy, they may be going to exit of business tout de suite, or their spa is going to allow them to cross. I do recognize that my opinion on certification is debatable, however it's miles my humble opinion based on my loose-marketplace concepts and one who loves freedom. My opinion on certification is not meant to disparaged licensed st louis counseling in general, but simply to point out that it isn't always the sweeping panacea it's purported to be. If it helps a therapist love their paintings extra, of path, I'm considering it. If it offers the impact to the general public en masse that the massage industry is valid, then certain, pleasant, I'm for it - as long because it's non-obligatory. Again, it's my opinion for which I realize I will acquire lots of flak.

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jedipoodoo · 3 years

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Hello! I've never done an ask before but I love your writings! Can you do a Tech x f!reader for these prompts 👉👈

Btw I can see Tech having a daughter, it just gives me the feels🥰

Person A and B’s first night home with their new baby. They’re both utterly exhausted, but whenever the baby is asleep, they can’t help but stay awake and just stare in complete love and wonder at the infant.

The bad batch come to meet the new baby. They bring gifts and meals to help out the exhausted new parents who greatly appreciate the help

Ahh thank you! 😊 💖

Aw, anon! Thank you so much for the kind words 🥰🥰

This request is....so soft 😭 and I love it sm. The last part with the rest of the Batch brings back so many memories from when my mom and my aunt's were having babies and the entire family would rally around the mom who was expecting 💕💕💕💕

I agree on Tech having a daughter tho, but the only hairstyle he has mastered is pigtails so that's all she wears. Semi-connected to my other Tech x Pregnant!Reader oneshot but the only real connection is that both stories have twins. Happy Tech Tuesday!

Notes: babies, breastfeeding, an overwhelming amount of cuteness, soft Tech. Thanks to @english-professor-mum, Tech's twins are named after Empress Teta (a powerful ruler from the days of Knights of the Old Republic), and Nomi Sunrider (a Jedi from the Old Republic)

Baby of Mine (Tech x Mother!Reader)

You were feeding one of the babies for the third time. How did they eat so much? Even Wrecker didn't eat this much.

"Shh, shh, ad'ika," Tech yawned beside you, his goggles propped up on the top of his head as he bounced the other baby in his arms. Nomi wanted to eat, and she didn't care if Teta was done yet or not.

"You can go to sleep, if you need to," You tried to tell him.

"And leave you to deal with these two on your own? Absolutely not."

"What happened to them being the most perfect beings you'd ever laid eyes on?" You teased.

Tech yawned again, "That was before they both cried for three hours straight and Hunter spilled my caff."

Teta made a sound that sounded a little bit like a burp, and pulled away.

"Switch," You tucked Teta into Tech's free arm and pulled down the other side of your shirt so that you could feed Nomi.

Nomi protested the sudden movement, determined to let the entire galaxy know just how unfair the whole situation was. How dare she have to wait to be fed while Teta dined to her heart's content?

"I know, I know," You smiled at her nonetheless, guiding her tiny mouth to the food source. She latched on instinctively, and her soft brown eyes went wide, staring up at you in silence. Could it be? Was this...was this food?

"There you go, eat it up," you encouraged her. Nomi didn't need any more convincing. She ate like a starving nexu.

Tech shook his head, Teta propped up against his shoulder. He rocked back and forth as he rubbed her back gently to help her get rid of the gas bubbles. Hunter and Crosshair had always done the back-patting technique, but Tech insisted that the rubbing in circles was a more efficient and effective method for ensuring baby's maximum comfort.

"Did you get the burp rag?" You asked him

Tech's eyes went wide, made more comical by the dark bags and the rings that showed where his goggles usually rested. Keeping one hand on Teta's back, he reached out with his hand to try and find the rag in the pile of blankets and pillows that made up your bed. Too late, he realized that he probably should have put his goggles back on before Teta spat up all over his shoulder.

Tech's nose crinkled at the unpleasant stench, and you had to keep yourself from laughing.

"Here," Using one arm, you lay two pillows next to each other, making a safe spot for Teta to rest while Tech cleaned up. Tech set her gently between the two pillows and put his goggles back on. You watched as he carefully stripped off his shirt, grumbled as some of the spit-up brushed his ear, rinsed it in the sink, and hung it up to dry.

He grabbed a relatively clean shirt from the floor (no one had the energy to do laundry lately) and pulled it on. You noticed it was one of your maternity shirts, so it somewhat fit him, wrinkling comically over his stomach.

Tech grabbed another handful of spit rags, putting them in a spot where he could easily see and grab them next time. Teta began to whimper. Now Nomi was the one getting all the attention while she was left alone and unloved in the middle of the bed.

"Yes, yes, my sarad'ika, I still love you," Tech scooped Teta up again and held her to his chest, leaning down to gently kiss her forehead. He leaned back against the pillows with a fresh rag draped across his shoulder, prepping to help Teta get rid of any more excess bubbles.

You watched Tech with starry eyes. Certainly nothing could be handsome than your husband holding your child while he wore the t-shirt you had worn two days ago.

Nomi detached with a satisfied sigh. She had fallen asleep in the middle of the feeding, and milk dribbled down her chin as you wrapped yourself up.

"Good job, baby, good job," You murmured, taking the rag Tech passed you.

Tech sighed as Teta began to hiccup.

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. "I'm glad that you agree."

"They really are the most perfect children anyone could ask for." He whispered in disbelief, as if your daughter was an uncharted star and he was the first to discover it.

A knock on the bedroom door interrupted your family's "alone time", and Tech glared at the door for daring to disturb your babies. After making sure Teta was securely tucked into his arm, he got up to answer it.

It was his loving family (who else could it be). Hunter apologetically held out two mugs of caff, and Echo held a plate of casserole. You couldn't tell what it was, only that it was covered in your farm fresh cheese and smelled absolutely heavenly.

"How's it going?" Hunter whispered.

Omega couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Can I hold her?" she hissed, eyes glued to Teta.

Tech tried to hold back a smile. He nodded to the rocking chair in the corner, and Omega ducked beneath his arm and dove at the chair headfirst.

"Careful, 'Mega, that's hand-crafted Alderaanian woodworking, it's supposed to last until Hunter gets grand babies at least," Crosshair drawled with a grin.

"Stow it, Crosshair." The rest of them trickled into the room to stand around the bed while Tech carefully laid Teta in Omega's arms. She was an expert on holding babies at this point, Tech had made her practice with a blaster over and over again in the last month so she would be ready.

"Caff?" Hunter offered you the mug- it had a lid and a straw, perfect for spill-proofing. You traded the baby with him, letting Nomi get to know her ba'vod'u.

You took a long sip of caff, feeling a modicum of energy return to your bones after the utterly exhausting day.

With Teta safely settled in Omega's arms, Tech stretched out his arms and back and took the second coffee like a man dying of thirst on Tattooine. Echo stood over the rocking chair with Omega, keeping watch while Omega talked with Teta about nothing and everything and all in between.

"Oh, Tech! Get the holocam!" You sat up quickly.

Tech gave a jolt. Wrecker tossed him the holocam that was resting on the changing table. He had taken an infinite number of pictures during the delivery and after, but he'd almost completely forgotten to get pictures of his sister with her new nieces.

He took one of Omega with Teta, one with Omega and Nomi, Hunter and Nomi, Echo and Teta, Wrecker with Nomi and Teta cradled in the palms of his hands, he even caught one where Crosshair was smiling- smiling! -at Nomi while he held her. You didn't mind the surplus of holos. It left you plenty of time to eat the decadently cheesy delicacy the boys had brought you without Tech having to worry about your diet anymore.

Finally, this twins began to fuss again. In all seriousness, it was nap time, though Tech looked as if he could use a nap himself, and so could you.

The family filed out obediently, leaving you in silence once more.

"We should put them in the crib," Tech murmured, looking down at the babies on your bed. Nomi and Teta were facing each other, Nomi's hand on top of Teta's, although they didn't have the cognitive function to hold each other's hand yet.

"We should," You agreed, resting your head in your hand. Though it almost seemed a shame to pull them apart from each other.

"Or..." Tech thought it over, "We could just let them rest here. Surround them with pillows and blankets so we don't roll on top of them."

You nodded, and slowly began to gather the pillows and blankets into your arms without taking your eyes off the twins.

"Let me," Tech took the bedding from you and stacked it around the babies carefully while you lay back on the bed.

"You know," He said, absently caressing the side of Nomi's head, "It's actually quite beneficial for newborn infants to sleep near their parents."

"For the newborn? Or the parents?" you teased.

Tech smiled back at you, carefully leaning over your children peacefully sleeping to kiss your forehead.

"Both."

#lizart writes #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #tech #the bad batch tech #tech x reader #tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #the bad batch tech x reader #tech tuesday #pregnant reader

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univemma · 3 years

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Okay, fic idea which i dont know if I'll write because idk if id be able to do it well and ALSO its "aNd iT wAS aLl a DrEaM" energy - not exactly but similar. Regardless, posting cuz i wanna see if theres interest, so!

-Takes place after the events of the show, the task force remained working together on whatever missions they deemed important.

-Adrian and reader are childhood friends, and of course Chris is his bff but they're a close second ("I promise I'd make it quick and painless in the event that you broke the law and i was forced to kill you" "aw shucks") and so readers always around hq but only ever talks to adrian. But adrians pretty sure the others dont like reader v much cuz everytime he speaks to them, SOMEONE stares and looks concerned

-first chapter/section wouldve been some mission and reader doesnt go on missions but is on comms in adrians ear. Long story short he ends up doing something cool and basically the entire team is praising him and he loves it

-the importance of this is basically, increased self confidence and realisation of his self worth for adrian - thats important i promise. So reader sleeps over that night and he wakes the next morning and theyre gone

-hes totally freaking out and after multiple frantic calls and texts he storms into the hq and when he tells everyone their faces just drop. They dont say a word and he just yells "hello?! Missing person?! What the fuck are you all staring at me for?" Harcourt gives chris a look and he sighs and asks adrian to go for a drive

-adrians pissed, thinking hes wasting his time and they arrive at a graveyard (you see where this is going).

-he Totally blows up on chris when he sees a grave with your name and info on it. "Theyre missing and you pull a prank like this dude what the fuck?!"

-its not a prank, chris asks adrian shit like "you remember where you got the scar on your right arm?" "Why did you stop talking to your brother?"

-the summer after their senior year, Gut, chris and reader were going to the carnival, gut was driving, and reader convinced them to invite adrian, their best friend, and maybe gut and chris couldnt really say no to reader so they agreed. They had the night of their lives, got really drunk too and Adrian was on cloud 9 cuz chris was genuinely enjoying his company, reader was enjoying themselves and gut wasnt being a dick!

-but gut insisted on driving them all home despite being drunk out of his mind. After a car ride of out of control swerves and reader tightly clutching onto Adrian in the backseat, they crashed

-reader got cold at the carnival, adrian gave them his hoodie and they literally died in the hoodie in that fucking crash

-so when "reader" started showing up at hq and adrian introduced them all and started talking to thin fucking air, Chris realised adrian had been in denial for the past decade.

-"after i found out who you were, with goff, i really couldnt get it - sure in high school you were weird but not ruthless serial murderer weird...i get it now" basically his comic origin but instead of his fam its reader, and their death fucked him up big time and he totally blocked out the ten years he spent like a zombie before they started showing up to him

-of course adrian denies it, but chris keeps up, "Why do you think i never talk to them? They were my friend too dude. They're not fucking here." At one point chris slaps him

-chris showed him videos of himself in hq, talking and laughing at thin air, showed an old strip from a photobooth at the carnival that night, one of the four of then grinning, one of gut ruffling his hair (abnormally friendly in his drunkenness), reader kissing Adrian on the cheek, and one that was mostly a blur of laughter, reader above the frame as Chris lifted them above their heads, all photos juxtaposing so harshly with the permanent feature of a blood splatter on the bottom, from the crash

-also later scene in his apartment after talking with chris, Adrian remembers the funeral, he tried to beat up his brother because he was the one that insisted on driving drunk and is partly to blame, but chris held him back so he turned and punched him so hard he broke his jaw, only stopping when readers dad stopped him cuz he was not about to beat up a guy during his childs funeral.

-the reason they went "missing" was adrians basically been like the same person since they died and him finally gaining more self respect for himself and realising he has people who genuinely care about him for the first time since reader, that way of coping slipped a little

-once again this is kinda "it was all a dream" and boring but i woke up from a really good nap and thought this up while still half asleep and eating a sandwhich so i want it out there even if i dont write it

-TL:DR = Adrian "he has mental issues" Chase hallucinates unknowingly for ten years after one of his best friends dies

I will probably not end up write this LMAOO i like angst but this is really fucking needlessly edgy

I have a fic of them feeding ducks at three in the morning ill probs stick with that for now lmaooo

#oh boy #this is lowkey kinda shitty lmaooo #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #hbo peacemaker #christopher smith #tfw your bestie dies

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lec743 · 2 years

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Mei Helps her Best Friend

Summery: MK’s been making a comic, and Mei finds out why it’s upsetting him.

Word Count: 2036

If you don’t like reading on Tumblr you can find them here at:

AO3

Fanfiction

Authors Note: I’ve just been feeling really disheartened lately and I wanted to write a story so I could pretend like someone would do this for me too.

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Mei was charging up the stairs to MK’s apartment above Pigsy’s Noodles, excited to show him the new game that they released at the Anti-Gravity Arcade, only to find MK sulking in his bed.

“MK?”

MK rolled over, presenting his back to her, and covering his head with a pillow.

Mei crossed the small room and sat on the edge of his bed.

“MK what’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, MK pulls out his phone and shows her a webcomic about the childhood antics of the Monkey King. From what Mei could see, MK’s managed to post twenty-five comic strips so far, and they have a lot of views for a startup comic to have.

“Oh! Wow, MK. I didn’t know you’ve been posting a webcomic. And you have so many views,” Mei congratulated him.

“Yah,” he grumbled under his pillow.

Mei frowned at him, then she pulled the pillow off his head and threw it across the room. He had a conflicted look on his face, but mostly, Mei read it as him being sad.

“Only a yah?” Mei asked him.

MK sighed as he sat up and pulled his knees to his chest, hugging himself in the process, “It’s just… I’m really personally proud of my work. I like what I’m doing, and I enjoy doing it.”

“But?”

“I feel so lonely. The website I post on has a comment section on it. I want to hear what people have to say about my comics, but look,” MK said as he quickly scrolled through is phone, then showed her the screen.

Mei saw one or two comments on his comics, all of them were only asking for when he’ll update next.

“I want to know what they think. Like what about my art style, my story telling, my color choices,” MK said as he made languished movements with his hands, “I want to know what they felt about my work. I want to know why they’re reading it and what makes them want to read more. Instead, I just get a steady uptick in viewership and complete silence and the occasional yeller who’s just impatient.”

Mei frowned at MK, sympathizing with her best friend. She knows an artist’s life is hard, but she’s never really considered this aspect of their work.

“I’ll read your comic and I’ll tell you what I think,” Mei said as she got out her phone, ready to receive the address bar of his comic page.

MK quickly went through his phone, looking like he was exiting out of his website as he said, “No... Mei. There’s no need.” Then he pocketed his phone, “I wasn’t telling you all this just to guilt trip you into reading my comic.”

Mei opened her mouth immediately to rebut him, but he spoke before she could.

“I just wanted to tell you about my “artistic woes” and talking to you has really made me feel a lot better about my situation,” MK then reached over and hugged her saying, “Thanks for listening to me.”

Mei hugged him back as she frowned to herself. She honestly didn’t feel guilt tripped by him, she just wanted to give him what he obviously really wanted. Apparently, though, it seemed that he was under the impression that if he asks for it, he can’t have it. So, for the time being, Mei decided to drop it.

Mei pulled back from the hug with a smile, saying, “Come on! I really want to show you this new game the Anti-Gravity Arcade came out with.”

“Alright then! Let’s go,” MK said as he jumped off his bed and followed her downstairs and out into the streets of the nighttime city.

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The next day, Mei managed to find MK’s comic. It took her longer to find it than it would have if he just gave her the website, but it wasn’t that bad, considering she saw what MK’s art style was and since she knew what it was about. Took her ten minutes tops. Once she found it, she immediately called a group meeting at her favorite cheese tea café to meet with her that after noon.

Filling up two tables with her was Red Son, Sandy, Tang, Sun Wukong, and Macaque. She couldn’t invite Pigsy because he and MK were working. Once everyone was present, Mei stood before the five of them.

“Okay boys, this is a group meeting to help MK,” Mei started.

“What’s wrong,” Wukong and Sandy asked at the same time, both visibly upset, while Tang and Red Son looked on with concern.

Macaque raised his hand, “Is something wrong with MK’s powers or something?”

“No. This is about MK’s need for validation,” Mei said.

“Oh,” Macaque said, “Then I don’t know why you invited me here. I’m still technically evil so I’ll just—” “—Don’t you dare leave! Sit down,” Mei demanded.

The shadow monkey looked a bit shocked at her, but he sat down. He glared heavily at Wukong, though, who was snickering at him from behind his hand. Macaque made a shadow portal appear under Wukong’s cup of cheese tea and made another portal appear over the golden monkey’s head, while he was distracted from laughing. With a splat, his cheese tea covered Wukong’s head. Now Macaque was the one laughing and Wukong was glaring.

Ignoring this Mei continued, “MK’s been posting a web comic about Monkey King called Monkey King Baby Adventures and it’s so cute.”

“Wait! He’s posting a comic about Monkey King, and he hasn’t even told me about it,” Tang lamented as he handed Wukong a napkin to wipe himself off.

Wukong took the napkin and stopped glaring at Macaque long enough to say, “Awe, that’s adorable. You’ve got to show us.”

“Does everyone have a phone?” Mei asked.

Everyone raised their hands in the air, holding up their phones, except for Wukong and Macaque. Mei immediately threw two new phones at the monkeys. It didn’t matter to her if they already had phones and just left them at home or something, she just needed everyone to have phones on them.

Macaque looked at the dragon girl in shock and said, “Do you just keep extra phones on you at all times or something?”

“Or something,” Mei said, “Now I’m going to text you all the link. Then we can set my plan in motion.”

Once she sent them the link, Mei saw everyone but Macaque start looking through the first comic strip. She waited for them all to look back up at her.

“Awe, I look adorable,” Wukong said, his tail wriggling around to look like a heart.

“So what do you want us to do,” Macaque asked.

“Yah. You know I’ll support your little peasant dreams all you want,” Red Son chimed in, “But how does this have anything to do with MK’s need for validation?”

Mei took a deep breath, “Listen! MK’s worked really hard on this comic and it’s cute and it’s interesting and it’s fun, but no one’s actually left a comment on his work that isn’t just a demand for more. I want each of you to make two accounts to this website and I want us to then leave a comment of what we think on every comic strip he’s posted.”

“You got it,” Sandy said.

“Sure,” Wukong said.

“Alright,” Tang said, “And when I meet up with Pigsy later I’ll tell him about this.”

“I’m not going to do that,” Red Son said. “I’m just sticking to one account, thank you.”

“Yah, not gonna happen,” Macaque said with a shrug, “The kid’s going to keep making his stuff regardless, right? What does he need a few useless comments on a website for?”

“Because we support people in this family, Mac, and supporting each other sometimes means doing stupid things like secretly creating several accounts to leave loving comments on a family member’s online comic,” Mei said, leaning towards the shadow monkey with every word.

Macaque looked like he was tripping over his words trying to deny that he wasn’t a part of this family.

Mei leaned away from him with a scoff and said, “Don’t pretend you’re not the assassin that we managed to make apart of our found family. No one evil actually calls themselves evil. And besides, don’t you want to see what you look like as a baby monkey in MK’s comics?”

“He’s in the comic too,” Wukong shouted, just as surprised as how Macaque looked.

“Yep, and it’s adorable,” Mei squealed, then in a calmer voice she said, “We’re all in the comic to a certain extent, which is probably why he didn’t want to show us his comic in the first place. He’s probably embarrassed. So again, make your accounts, and no one say anything to him in person. Sound good to everyone?”

“Yah. Sure,” Red Son said with a thumbs up.

“I’m so excited to read more now,” Sandy said.

“I wonder how MK drew me,” Tang asked himself.

“MK won’t know what hit him,” Wukong stated, looking like a parent who’s cheering their kid on at a soccer game.

Macaque sighed, then said, “I guess I have nothing else better to do.”

“Great,” Mei cheered.

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Mei was eating her bowl of noodles in Pigsy’s restaurant at the bar. She was watching MK hum to himself as he was sweeping the floor. He’s been looking extra happy for the last two days and it made her smile to see it.

After finishing her food, she asked, “You seem extra happy, MK. What’s the occasion?”

MK looked over her shoulder to make sure Pigsy wasn’t paying attention to them, then he got out his phone and showed it to Mei. On the screen she saw that it was the comment section of his comic website.

“Look! So many people have been leaving comments on my comic,” MK said, his smile wide and his eyes shining brightly.

Mei smiled as she looked through the comments. She could easily pick out the ones she left and based on some of the usernames, she could guess who said what.

Someone with the name Shadow_of_a_Friend said: The little stories are well put together. Mei assumed it was Macaque.

Then she saw another name called, RiverSideTea and they said: I love the way you draw their chubby cheeks; it makes me want to cuddle them so hard. Mei assumed it was Sandy.

Fire_boy said: I can tell you’ve been working hard on this; you should be proud of yourself. Can’t wait for the next update. Mei knew that was Red Son since she helped him pick out his username.

NoodleSlirper said: I love the way you’re interpreting Monkey King’s JTTW story. It’s been fun reading it in this new way. Mei had to hazard a guess that, that was Tang.

Mei chuckled at the name, Mr_Grumpy_Pants as their comment said: Keep up the good work. I’m sure this comic series will be held in high regards to kids everywhere. Mei figured this was Pigsy and that Tang picked out his username for him.

MonkeyKingsNumbaOneFan said: This is amazing! The designs are so cute! I binge read this in one go and I’m dying for more. I especially love the way you draw baby Mac. Keep up the good work! Mei figured that this was indeed Mr. King’s username.

There were more comments, but MK put away his phone quickly so Pigsy wouldn’t think he was slacking on the job.

“I can’t believe I got so many comments in just two days. I feel so giddy from it,” MK said, looking like he was on cloud nine, “It’s like I got an extra boost of energy to draw even more.”

“I’m happy for you MK,” Mei said.

“I am too! I’ve got the itch in my hands to create and tell stories even more than before. I’m so excited, after work I’ll tell you what my next comic story will be about,” MK said.

Mei smiled, then said, “Can’t wait to hear it.”

While MK wasn’t looking, Mei took a picture of him smiling to himself as he swept then sent the photo to everyone and texted, “Good job team.”

#fanfiction #lmk #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid mk #lego monkie kid mei

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You’re the only one who’s writing poppy x mc fics sooo, i have a request “ bea is a bad girl (like in a gang) in high school and also went jail couple of times for getting in trouble in high school senior year poppy was new transfer student and after 2 months bea join back school and met poppy bea and they just click yk like a connection slowly they started dating and in school everyone was shocked to see bea in a relationship ( bad girl and new girl) poppy is always worried about bea and few days before graduation bea got hurt really bad and poppy gives bea 2 options that she has to choose between her or her this (gang).. bea didn’t say anything to her so poppy left, after 2/3 years they met in college bea was a different person but so does poppy they become enemies (no one knows why they hate each other) one day they were arguing and poppy shout at her and says why you're back and bea put her hand on her cheek and smile and say i am here to win you back because i love you 😬

Promises (Poppy x MC)

Part 1/?

Can i just say I'm absolutely invested in this plot? You've got me hooked on my own story, as hectic as my life is, this is enjoyable to write. I hope you like it as well @iamsimpforpoppy

Word count: 1.8k (i got carried away)

“You know what to do Jackson, same old shit.”

“Yeah but it feels like a movie every damn time”, Bea responds confidently as she unbuckles her seatbelt. She sports a black mask with a yellow bandana, a vivacious color worn by only the Southside Spades, a notorious street gang who were known for robbery, and occasional blood.

Bea found herself wrapped up in the world of gangs when she turned sixteen. But before that the brunette would assist in transporting goods, also known as hardcore drugs. There was plenty enough to go around so Bea could indulge in any she wanted. Drugs didn’t give her the high she craved though, instead it was the thrilling game of cat and mouse with the cops.

Every now and then she’d get thrown in the slammer overnight. But this particular evening earns her one year in the NY State Penitentiary. See, the cops never gathered significant evidence to build a case against her, even though she was well aware of Detective Steinhelm who had some sick obsession with her. Following her everywhere, until Bea confronted her directly after noticing the same black sedan parked a street down from her house.

But she played the game right, and nothing ever led back to her. Until now.

“Where’s the money Bradley? I feel like I’ve been kissing your ass all week, the boss needs it now.”

A skinny blonde boy who looks like he had better days grunts in annoyance, “You’ll get your money...I’m just a little short right now.”

“Time’s up Ken doll, you know Carter will have your head for this.”

“Maybe he doesn’t have to know. Maybe this can be between us…”, Bradley strides carefully towards the blonde, a disturbing grin on his face which screams junkie. “Back the hell up now.”

Bea pulled her knife out with ease and pointed it towards him. She didn’t plan on actually using it. Murder was way out her budget for a simple money pickup but she knew that it would scare the boy easily. Except he kicked the blade out of her hold which prompted it to screech across the concrete before coming to a stop. Before Bea could think her fists reacted as she intercepted a punch that aimed straight for her jaw. She twists Bradley’s arm and he falls on his knees in pain. With his back to her, she kicks him down until he’s flat on his stomach.

“What is it exactly that you plan on doing now Bradley?” The blonde boy struggles under Bea’s foot but manages to reach around and slash at her ankle with a surprise shiv. Bea yelps in pain before kicking his head, rendering him unconscious.

“Stupid idiot. Had to make this harder than it should’ve been.”

Bea eventually finds the stash of money hidden under his mattress, an amateur hiding place at best. She congratulated herself for another job accomplished (kinda) and headed home. What the seventeen year old didn’t expect was the repulsive sound of a siren filling her ears as she stepped out onto her driveway. Her blood rushed to her head when she spotted Detective Steinhelm among the police officers surrounding her and retorts, “oh come on. I thought I told them about you harassing me. What do you want? Back here to strip search me again?”

The older woman only watches the blonde in eerie silence before smiling and gesturing to a police officer. “Beatriz Jackson you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law-”

“What the actual fuck!” Bea yanks her arms out of the officers reach which initiates a struggle for dominance. This was nothing new to her, but it still felt sickening. Like she was some pet.

“You have the right to have a lawyer present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you if you so desire.” Detective Steinhelm finishes speaking and approaches the still scuffling blonde, “if you keep resisting I will tase you myself.”

Bea bites back the urge to headbutt the old hag right in her stupid face but she didn’t need any extra charges, for whatever the hell it was she was being charged for.

“Tell me why the fuck I am being arrested and I’ll calm down.”

That’s when Bea notices a familiar (bruised up) face from earlier. His smirk was enough to eat at her skin and she felt burning hot rage.

“Your blood was found at the scene of Mr. Denbroughs assault. You are being arrested in the case of second degree assault with intent to hurt someone with a deadly weapon.”

***

Bea only got one year in prison due to her kickass lawyer Ina Kingsley who played the minor card at every opportunity given. She also pointed out the fact that the knife wasn’t bloodstained, and Bradley never had any stab wounds so there is no proof the weapon was ever used against him. And it technically wasn’t. Good thing she didn’t bring a gun instead.

She did miss her 18th birthday though. And a few months of her senior year. But that’s what summer classes were for right?

All eyes were on the blonde when she returned, and whispers spread throughout the school about a certain new girl. Bea paid no mind to the fingers that pointed in her direction but the newcomer did manage to catch her attention, and pretty quick at that.

“Hey Jackson, how was solitary confinement?”

“I heard they make you use the bathroom right through the tiny food slot.”

Bea rolls her eyes and pelts a piece of not-so-fresh bread right at Ford’s head. The other people at the table join in on the laughter and Bea shakes her head and smiles, “it was Juvie you dumbass, and they made us sit in a circle together every Thursday like we were in an AA meeting.

“That’s jail for babies, goldilocks here wouldn’t last a minute in a real prison”, Carter joins them at the table with a cocky smirk, yet his eyes soften when landing on Bea. She shares a similar look with him knowing they’ll have a real conversation later. Because they definitely didn’t get to have that when Bea was getting dragged away to the police station in cuffs, and every event after that.

“It’s our girl’s first day out, we have to celebrate. And it’s not like she’s on probation...right Bea?”

“I do have a curfew, and I’m on juvenile probation so…when we partying?” The crew laughs as Bea shrugs. Her mother will deal with it. Zoey scoots in next to the blonde and wraps her arm around her shoulder in a side hug. “So glad to have you back Bea, and we are not risking you breaking parole so let’s just go to a sport’s bar tonight.”

Bea nods her head in agreement as the first warning bell goes off and everyone starts to clean up. Zoey taps on her arm and points towards one of the farther tables where a lone figure sits, wiping her hands with a napkin. All Bea saw were blonde tresses until she turned and they made brief eye contact.

“She’s the new girl, Poppy Min Sinclair. Rumor is she’s got a rich white daddy. You should totally invite her to the party.”

“And why would I do that?”

Zoey squints her eyes and leans in closer, her hands under chin in thought, “she seems like the broody type, you two would click.” She laughs at Bea’s comical expression but the blonde can’t bother to look in her direction, she’s way too wrapped up in what little the stranger a few tables away had to offer. She would sit on that thought, Bea was not one to shy away from anything.

***

The two became friends quicker than anyone could think.

One day after school, Poppy’s car wouldn’t start. It just didn’t comply. You would think she’d be poised and call her mechanic to come fix it, but instead the blonde slumped against the driver’s side window and let out a visibly frustrated, high-pitched yelp. Bea watched her pace around the car and even...kick?...the front bumper with her heels in efforts to wake it up.

“You know I may be wrong but I think that only makes it worse..” She approaches the helpless blonde with a small grin. Poppy’s persistence amazed her though, she’s never seen anyone determined to beat a car up. An expensive one at that.

“I hope you have some idea how to fix it, unless you’re here to waste my time and ask me on a date.”

Woah.

Okay that definitely threw Bea on a whim. She lets out a sharp laugh and bites her lips in amusement. She strolls towards the front of her car, holding Poppy’s gaze the whole way. She liked that the blonde didn’t avert her eyes. “And if I did? We couldn’t take your car of course, it’s obviously impaired.”

Poppy smiles and turns to look at Bea properly. She checks out every inch of her with no visible shame. An assessment so to say, and she likes what she sees.

“It’s your lucky day Poppy, I happen to know a thing or three about cars, and I desperately want to get this thing working so we can go on that date.” She winks playfully but god does she mean it. Bea silently prayed that the blonde wouldn’t take it the wrong way, but she knew she won when Poppy didn't protest, instead getting comfortable under some shade and holding her hand out, “the stage is all yours Jackson.”

***

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that I can’t jump over this obvious not-so-protected fence?”

“Judging by the sign right next to it that says...oh wow who would’ve thought, “DO NOT ENTER”, I don’t think so”, Poppy deadpans. It didn’t phase Bea of course because she was already halfway up the fence when the blonde turned away from the sign. The girl had a point to prove, maybe not a valid one, but still a point.

Poppy pinches her eyebrows in exasperation before looking back up to a nonchalant Bea swinging her legs from the top of the fence. She winks down at the blonde, “join me?”

Poppy didn’t expect to be climbing fences with a charismatic girl who had the same color hair as her when she moved schools, but she found herself embracing every moment of it. Although the trip up there was a struggle and some.

“I swear to god there’s a wire in my ass.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“And we’re both going to end up in the hospital. Get. me. Down.”

Bea tries to hold in her laughter the whole way down but lets it loose when she sees Poppy still up there, partly hovering in the air. “Pops...I’ll catch you, don't worry. Climb down slowly.” She doesn’t. But Bea had her feet planted and ready because any moment with the sassy blonde was unpredictable. And she loved it. Especially because she had Poppy engulfed in her arms and they were so close their noses touched.

Bea promised herself she’d kiss the girl next time.

***

“You’re...in a gang?”

Bea felt a clasp of cold air enter her lungs as she stared ahead. It wasn’t like she could hide it from Poppy. She has a reputation, and word has gotten around about the two getting close. This was just like that one time at the end of sophomore year where Bea met Kelly Hall, a beautiful girl with golden rimmed glasses. Unfortunately she only could imagine what could’ve been after whispers ended up right on the doorstep of Kelly’s parents, and she suddenly changed her number, and switched out of every class she had with Bea.

The blonde didn’t want to entertain the thought of Poppy doing the same, but this was a lifestyle she chose.

“I mean...how?”

Bea sighs and turns to look at her, “I fell into the wrong crowd. Or maybe it’s the right one because I never found a true home until I met them. They’re family, I wouldn’t expect you to get it though and I understand if you want to distance-”

“I of all people know what it’s like to not fit in Jackson. You’ve found people who make you feel safe. Maybe I don’t agree with the troubles that come with being in a gang but I don’t know the whole story.”

“Do you want to?”

Poppy wraps her arms around Bea’s and lays her head on her shoulder, “I want to know that you won’t get yourself hurt but I know that’s nearly impossible.”

Bea exhales slowly, not knowing what to say. She knew that this would upset Poppy but her acceptance meant more. She didn’t know what this would mean for the two of them, if there was a “them”, but she felt more encouraged to share more of her other life with the blonde.

“Just promise me one thing Jackson.”

“Yeah?”

Poppy’s voice comes out softer than expected, and Bea ingests every emotion that comes with it, “Promise me you won’t ever put yourself in a position where you have to choose between me or the gang.”

Bea finds her hand in the space where their thighs touched and latches onto it like a lifebuoy,

“I promise.”

***

“I just remembered something Poppy.”

“What, that you have half a brain cell? I thought that was established Jackson.”

Bea launches a pillow that (purposely) misses Poppy’s head by an inch. If she actually hit her and frizzed up her locks then she’d never hear, or see..or walk again.

“I’m being serious. I just remembered this too, we never went on that car date we talked about.”

Poppy squints her eyes in confusion, but was fully aware of what Bea was referring to. “You mean the first time we met?”

The blonde smiles to herself as she replayed that day in her head over and over again. She couldn’t decide if Bea’s openly flirty behavior is what drew her in or if it was her ability to fix any of her possessions with ease. And for free.

Bea pulls Poppy up by her hands until her back is against the lockers. Another perfect opportunity for the blonde to make do of that promise she made to herself, but something told her to wait just a bit longer. “So what do you say? Poppy Min Sinclair, will you go on a date with me?”

Poppy rolls her eyes playfully, pulling Bea in closer by the collar of her letterman, “now who’s being dramatic?”

“I didn’t hear a no”

“I think you know what the answer is.”

That night Zoey helped Bea prep for her first date with the girl that she could say she was almost in love with. The taller girl brushed some dust off of Bea’s jacket and planted her hands on her shoulders, “remember Jackson, give her the ride of her life. And I mean that in every way possible.”

Thanks Zoe.

Bea watched Poppy drive up in front of her house and something inside her mind couldn’t deny the pang her heart let out when she saw Poppy smile the way she did.

Bea took control of the driving and told Poppy to recline her seat and enjoy the ride, with her seatbelt on of course. Safe sacrifices. They cruised through an empty highway blasting Poppy’s spotify playlist named “Rich Bitch Songs” because that was their ideal perfect date. It’s amazing that the two could even come to an agreement, but here we are.

She watched the beautiful blonde sing her lungs out and couldn’t help but mirror her joy, taking her hands off the steering wheel. The pump of adrenaline prompts a new excitement in the air and Poppy wraps Bea into a secure hug, her hair flying wildly with the wind. Bea slows the car down but the rapid beating of her heart made it seem they were going 100 miles per second.

“I feel so alive Jackson.”

Bea stared at the girl in the passenger seat with a look that could only be described as love.

“You make me feel alive.”

Poppy kept talking and Bea found a way to focus on both the road and the blonde next to her. Because when you truly enjoy something, you’ll find a way to keep experiencing it. And Bea enjoyed hearing Poppy’s voice, she loved everything about her.

“I feel like kissing you.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“...Nothing. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

They kiss when Bea pulls over. A hot feeling consumes them like fire when their tongues collide and Bea plants her hands around Poppy’s hips, pushing her back into her seat until she’s on top. The windows easily start to fog up in reaction to the heat, and not once did they take their hands off each other.

Promise 1/2 kept

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End Note: This chapter was to build their relationship, more angst incoming. BIG THANKS to @somewillwin for letting me use Jackson <3333

Taglist: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog @a-ghost-girl

#poppy min sinclair #queen b #playchoices #mc x poppy #a huge bug flew onto my screen during the writing process #gave me motivation to HURRY MY AAAAAAASSS UP

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