#nique's ask

[mikaleialt]

I just had a cute idea,what about Bada having a girlfriend with wavy/ curly long hair and taking care of her hair,reader saying she'll cut her hair short and Bada is like "don't you dare to kill our hair" while brushing it to style after

Hair | Bada Lee

Bada Lee x Reader

Cw: none. Fluff. Drabble

A/n: anon this is so cute and as someone with curly hair (used to be long but I recently got a haircut), I really love this idea

Eversince you and Bada started dating, it has been a tradition for Bada to be the one to take care of your hair.

You want to wash your hair? She'll do it for you. You ran out of that hair product you use to maintain your curls? She already has those is stock.

Bada is so inlove with your hair to the point that she does her own research on how to take care of it, what products are best for your hair type, all just to keep your hair long and healthy.

So you just couldn't imagine Bada's reaction when you blurted out all of the sudden the idea of cutting your hair short.

Bada who is helping you diffuse your hair suddenly stops, the hair dryer in her hand was immediately turned off.

"What did you say?" The shock on Bada's face is indescribable, she looks so offended as if you called her a slur.

"I just said that I think my hair is getting too long and I want to cut it" You touched the strands of your hair. You're not lying, it is getting too long. When wet, your hair can stretch down to your waist, but that's just how Bada loves it.

Bada, who has short hair started wearing hair extensions just to match the length of your hair, since she thinks its cute.

"Why?" Bada's face is filled with disappointment with a pout laying on her lips. She looks like a kid who didn't get the present they asked Santa for Christmas.

"Its just getting long, it consumes a lot of hair products already and it is getting expensive maintaining them—"

"Don't worry about it, I have the money to buy you all the products you need for your hair." Bada cuts you off, immediately disregarding your reason.

"Well, its also getting a bit hot—"

"We can always put it up in a different hairstyle, or I could just carry a fan with me all the time so you won't get hot" Bada retorted once again.

At this point you finally give up trying to convince Bada with your idea.

"You're not gonna let me cut my hair, won't you?" You look at her deadpanned as she turns on the hair dryer once again to finish her work.

"Yes, don't you dare kill our hair." Your girlfriend says in a strict manner as she blow dry your hair once again.

"You know you sound like Mother Gothel when you act like this." Bada just chuckles at your statement.

"Bada knows best" She just replied in a sing-song tone.

Finally another fic/drabble done. I hope you liked this anon. I'll finish more requests first before moving on to some of my drafts. Please feel free to send in your request, just follow my rules!

[kmclaude]

Bad things happen: Jehan comes forward about Teifer and ofc its covered up and people start blaming his homoerotic thoughts on ‘insanity’. He then gets shipped to the biggest mental hospital in the south for electroshock ‘therapy’, hours long ice baths, and an ill-advised lobotomy.

Oh hey AHS: Asylum 😉

Like Tiefer would let his toy be taken away. But hey dat public ostracizing would do WONDERS for crushing Jehan's spirit

[intertexts]

hm. calling him william better or worse than just addressing him as whisperer?

[essencial]

Oi Gabi (:

Olaaaaa

tudo bem? :)

[miyuhpapayuh]

twenty-five

Having time to finally breathe without a job hanging on his back, Leon got around to doing the things he'd been putting off for almost a year or more.

Finally tossed his rickety wooden dining table and its rusty chairs, including the ones in his office, ordered replacements that fit his style much better.

Rearranged his office space, his room and living room, even his kitchen space got a makeover, especially since he'd be setting it up soon for his photography/videography endeavors.

Zora may have had a hand in decor, making sure to send him staple pieces and must haves whenever they came to her mind.

Curved sunset lamps. Neutral couches. Accent pillows. Abstract rugs. House plants that Zora made him vow to take care of, to which he crossed his heart in promise.

“Look at ‘em,” she smiles at the smaller plants in his windowsill.

“Growing, already.” He nods, smiling back at her.

“Like your following on tiktok! Have you seen??���

“Yeah,” he laughs, “I wasn't expecting to have a couple hundred people watching me this soon.”

He'd posted a promotional video he'd been working on for months, adding pictures and videos of his savory and sweet creations, as well as giving a short introduction on himself and what kind of videos he'd be posting.

Thanks to his friends and family sharing, as well as Zora managing his social media for the time being, he was able to gain a decent sized following of food lovers, sending their well wishes for his journey and getting their virtual fork and knife ready.

“Come on, with that face, people will listen to you say anything! Besides, your talent is already speaking for itself. And, I told you that people wanted to see how you made that buttercream cake! Women love buttercream!” She says, throwing her hands up for emphasis.

He chuckles at her enthusiasm.

“That'll be the first video I make, I guess! Since it's most requested. But right after that, I wanna make my famous fries. I also need your beautiful face for that.” He winks, making her giggle.

“Two things on the menu, already. I love it! And I'll be there, just give me a heads up so I can make sure I'm totally available!”

“I got you. I think I'm going to post videos on Wednesday. The middle of the week is peak for lots of us, right?”

“Absolutely!”

“Right. So I think that would be great for engagement purposes. You get off work and tune in to ya boy, cheffin’ it up in the kitchen! Maybe do some cameos with vday, cause I wanna try a couple recipes on her, as well if that's okay.”

“She's your cat too, babe. Of course you can!”

“Great, cause I found this salmon dish and I think she'd be all for it!”

“Aw, you're so excited about all of this. I love it!”

He chuckles and moves away from her, rubbing the back of his hot neck.

“Aw, I made you blush! Com’ere!” She yells, laughing as she chases him down the hall.

“Cmon, Jean!” He laughs as well, throwing a pillow at her as he cuts into his room.

Catching it, she tosses it back on the bed and shakes her head, still poking harmless fun.

His face was entirely covered by his hands by the time she let up, falling over into a giggle fit as he wielded the heat away from his cheeks.

“You are so ridiculous,” he chuckles, poking her in her sides.

“Enough about me. What can you tell me about this event that's coming up?” He asks, playfully cutting his eye at her as she sits down beside him.

It wouldn't be Leon if he wasn't a little sore from being left out. But he understood how important it was for her to keep her journey to herself.

She had seen firsthand how evil people could be when they knew what her plans were, how those who were supposed to love her, instead prayed for her downfall.

He also understood that it was not a personal dig, just overall precaution. And he loves her enough to let it be.

“Well, it's like a gala of sorts! And because I'm taking Nique with me, she found me the baddest outfit! There's gonna be investors there, a couple of whom I've already met, which is kinda nerve wracking.”

“Why?”

“Ya know, I'm not entirely sure. It might be because I haven't had anyone critique my art since college? So it's just a little… intimidating?”

“I understand that,” he nods. “But, think of it this way. That also gives you leverage. They've already seen and loved what you're capable of, as they should, so let that speak for itself.”

Exhaling deeply, she nods. “I've got this, huh?”

Leon snorts.

“Duh.”

“Just for that, that's all I'm sharing.” She laughs, climbing underneath the covers to warm her cold feet.

“Cmon, cold feet, I was just joking!”

“I should put ‘em on you!”

Climbing right in behind her, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her back to him.

“I'm proud of you,” he says, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Thank you, baby.”

“Of course. Now… this outfit,” he starts, making her giggle.

“Yesss,” she drags out.

“A dress? Pantsuit?”

“All I can tell you is that it's a bad outfit! Nique should be a designer cause, wow am I gonna look amazing!” She exclaims, cheesing as he looks down at her.

“Can I take your picture?”

“Of course, baby!! Just don't drop the camera cause ima be smoking hot!”

“Uh oh, tryna kill me early huh?”

“You'll live! Your blood pressure may never recover, though.”

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“C’mere, I got something to show you,” Leon says to Zora, who just walks in the kitchen.

“What's up, chef?”

Smirking at her nickname, he turns his computer towards her and plays the video he'd just edited on how to make his world famous buttercream.

She watches in awe at the way it's beautifully put together.

“Av, that's really good! And look at that,” she giggles, watching them kiss on camera, “you kept it in there.”

“Of course, I did! It was too cute. And also thank you, for your support and help.” He smiles.

“Of course, baby. I'm so proud of you,” she leans over to kiss his cheek.

That toothy grin of his shines bright, as he grabs his phone to show her the reception that the video has gotten so far.

It had already gotten a thousand views and the same amount of likes, which is what pushes the video to the top of the viewing point.

“How does it feel?” She asks.

“It's nerve wracking,” he laughs. “But, it's also because it's not a warehouse job. I already know the ends and outs of that— this is new territory, like some shit I've always wanted to get my hands on, which makes me a little nervous but I'm excited, at the same time.” He looks over at her, still smiling.

“I'm very happy that you decided to follow your dreams, baby,”

“Thanks to you,” he winks.

“Me? What did I do?”

“You gave yourself another shot at following your own dreams, and that made me wanna do the same.”

“Really?” She frowns. “I had no idea that I did that,”

Reaching out for her hands, he closes the small space between them.

“You don't know the effect you have on me, poppy. I love watching you in creative mode, just as much as anything else you do. Seeing you so free, after caging yourself up for so long is so beautiful. Reminded me of myself and how I let my father’s words dictate who and what I became. I'm more than a blue collar worker. I wanted more for myself, but I never knew how to take that next step, til you came along,” he smiles up at her, “showed me that it's just a jump, hop, skip over!”

She laughs through the tears he's swiping away from her cheeks, then wraps her arms around his neck as he rubs her waist with his big hands.

“I love you,” he says, pecking her lips.

“I love you, back. So happy I met you and fell in love with you.”

“What a lucky man I am.” He smirks, closing his arms around her, pulling her closer.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm, who wouldn't wanna be loved by you.” He says, matter of factly.

“Says the sweetest man in the whole land! Them scallywags messed up when they threw you back, but I got ya now!” She cackles, making him damn near do the same.

“That's exactly what I'm talking about,” he says through his laughter, “you're something else, girl.”

“I know,” she says with a flip of her hair, pressing kisses to his lips. “And I'm right, too.”

“You got me,” he agrees, nipping at her bottom lip, “couldn't toss me back if you tried!”

“I— never mind,” she stops herself and laughs softly.

“What?”

“Nothing, just bein’ nasty,” she lowly speaks, lowering her eyes from his lips to the collar of his shirt.

“Mm, whatchu need, baby? Look at me.” He says, watching her wondering pupils find his steady ones.

“I uh, I need you.” She simply says, chewing on her lip as she feels how hard he already is against her belly.

Without another word, he carries her down the hall to his room, kicking the door closed just in case vday woke up early from her nap.

His buttery sweet kisses melt the little bit of clothes she had on to the floor, leaving her exposed and at his mercy.

Kneeling before the masterpiece that she is, he grabs her thighs to pull her closer to him and all but shoves his face between her legs.

Her hands rush to his grown out curls as his slippery tongue rolls through her wetness. Those breathy gasps hitting the ceiling above her.

“B-baby,” she whimpers, tossing her head back.

“Mmmmm,” he groans against her, flicking his tongue against her clit as she squirms in his grasp.

“I– I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!” She whines, mouth dropping open as he drags his tongue around and around and around and…

“Fuckkk!”

“Mmmhm, let it out baby…” he moans, far from done as he continues to make her leak down her ass and into his mouth.

“Okayokayokay!” She all but kicks him away after her fourth nut, pressing her hand to the thumping between her thighs.

“Mm-mm, c'mere girl,” climbing on top of her, his lips are back on hers, melting her into the mattress as he sinks into her warmth.

“I missed you,” comes from his lips once he comes up for air, laying his face in her sweet smelling neck.

“I missed you t-too…. fuck,” she whispers back, holding onto him for dear as he dives deep into her with every stroke.

The smell of sex lingers in the air, as they get more and more lost in each other, in a moment so intimate and precious.

Nothing but yes rolls off her tongue as the sensations rush through her, threatening to steal her soul right from her chest.

“Feels good, baby?”

“Yes, so good, yess baby,” she cries out, reaching down to grip his hips and pull him deeper.

“Ohh, like that?” He teases.

“Uh-huh, j-justtt like that!”

“Mmm, this what you needed, huh baby?”

“You.. have no idea,” she breathlessly responds, “p-please fuck me!”

“I got you, baby.”

Speeding up, he's damn near slamming his dick into her, stuck on the way the whites of her eyes are all he can see, those sweet moans getting caught in her throat.

His heavy hand wraps around and squeezes, making her return the gesture in between her legs.

“Fuck… wish I'd set my camera up, baby.. got you delirious on this dick,” he coos.

“It feels so– so good, babyyy!” She squeaks out, jerking forward.

“You cummin’?”

“Yes, don't stop!”

“Get that shit baby, I ain't stoppin’,” he grunts, staring down at the mess between them, salivating at the sight of her covering him in cream.

“Oooh, Leon,” she whines, her hands scanning his broad chest and shoulders, feeling the heat travel up from her toes to her head.

“Zora, Zora, Zora,” he groans, laying his weight on her, digging even deeper than before, his grinding turning desperate.

“I love you, baby,”

“I love you, I love you,” she whines, not even knowing what she was saying anymore. Whatever kept him right there.

“Right here? You gon cum with me?”

“Yes, yessss!”

Their breathing turns jagged as their peaks hit simultaneously, pulling them both under the tidal wave of pleasure.

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“You look absolutely stunning! Damn, I feel bad for Leon,” Nique says with a snicker, strapping up her heels.

“Girl, leave my man alone!” Zora laughs. “You shoulda seen him this morning! Kept on peeking around the corner to see what I was up to! He's so funny.”

“Like the lovesick puppy he is,” Nique cackled, stopping in the doorway to strike a pose.

“How do I look?”

“You look so good, girl! I'm loving the fur cuffs!”

“Thank you, they're my favorite part! That, and this pony!” She says, flipping it for good measure.

“Gotta have whip appeal like Regine!” Zora agrees as they slap hands, moving out of the bathroom and into the living area.

“Alright, ima go show Leon how good I look and then we can get on the road!”

“Alright, no hanky panky! We got thirty minutes!”

“I hear ya,” she says, slipping out the door and back into her own apartment, where Leon was waiting on the couch, camera in hand.

“Uh oh, there she go!” He shouts, making her giggle up a storm and strike several poses as the camera ticks away, capturing her in one of her many golden moments.

“My god, you look amazing baby. Is this midnight blue?” He asks, running his hand over the velvet material of her dress once she comes closer.

“Thank you, sugar! And yes, it's gorgeous isn't it? Hits the light so pretty!” She squeals as he twirls her around.

“I hope you have a wonderful time tonight, my dear. I'm so proud of you.” He kisses her lips three times.

“I'm glad I put on just a little bit of makeup,” she frowns, wiping under her eyes, “thank you so much, Avery. That means so much to me.”

“Anything for my poppy,” he winks, making her swoon.

“Let me get outta here before I start something,” she laughs, watching Leon grab her clutch and hold out his free hand.

“Wouldn't let you miss out on your big night,” he smiles, walking her out to meet Nique at her car after she kisses vday goodbye.

“Come on lovebirds, we gotta hit the road!” Nique playfully shouts through the cracked window.

“I'll catch you later if you aren't too tired,” he says, kissing her once more.

“I've always got energy for you,” she smiles, adding an extra switch in her walk as they round the car, him helping her inside like the gentleman he is.

“You ladies have fun, call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks, lank! Catch ya later!”

He waves them bye before heading back inside to check on vday, who's sprawled out in her car bed, her little purrs sounding.

He fondly shakes his head as he grabs his camera and goes through the pictures he'd taken of Zora.

She finally looked completely happy, and he couldn't be more ecstatic for her.

He didn't understand how her last man was jealous of such talent and beauty, because he was in complete awe of her, regardless of what she was doing.

He'd gotten an idea a couple days ago to make a study of her, through photos. Kind of like Masahisa Fukase, without the crippling obsession.

He was so in love with her radiance, how funny she is, her aura and how it drew any and everybody in. She was selective with herself, and he loves how he wasn't an exception to her rules. She stands firm on everything she says and does.

Uploading the photos to his folder, he clicks over to his digital photo album to figure out how he was going to place them.

He could be at this all night.

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Zora and Nique were networking it up in the most lavish hall they'd ever been in!

Last minute jitters had faded with her second shot of rum, and she was feeling more confident about being on display, even on a small level.

She had gotten so used to being behind the scenes and tucked away, it was foreign to be thrown back into that world after so long, but she was doing better than she realized.

“Roni is definitely getting a thank you basket from me,” Nique says with a laugh.

“Having fun, huh?”

“Yes! If these white men keep eyeing me, ima make them pay for my tuition and pocket Darnell’s money, instead!”

“Now you know that's wrong!” She cackles at her friend.

“Like he wouldn't give it to me,” she says before making a face.

“Ladies! Don't you two look fantastic!” Fran practically yells over the jazz playing through the space, as she sashays over in her dark red ensemble.

“Uh oh, hot mama alerts!” Zora whistles as the rest of her art group rushes over, looking absolutely stunning.

Compliments are traded, while a server comes over with celebratory flutes of champagne.

“Cheers!”

“Aw cute! Little strawberries at the bottom!” Leia squeals, sipping the gold liquid.

“I kinda wish this was rum now,” Nique sighs, making the women laugh.

“My bad,” she laughs to herself. “Y'all ever had rum cake??”

“First time I had some, I was on my ass!” Roni answers.

“That stuff is strong! I haven't had any in years!”

“It's delicious, though!”

“Wild, wild times were had with that stuff!”

“Oh, did you guys see the investors? They're in wonderful, spending moods tonight!”

“I hope that means good things for us! They can lift my paintings up and out, I've got my originals!” Leia exclaims.

“Same! I'd love to sell something of mine this year!

“Did y'all offer up a painting for sale, tonight?” Nique asks.

“Actually, they went through our portfolios and picked from there. We're not even sure what the pieces are, yet!” Dina answers.

“Well, when do we figure that out? It's been like three hours of mingling, and if I can't catch a boyfriend, I would love to catch a check!”

“Frannie, you keep us young!” Roni laughs, “I'll go check in and see what's happening on their side.”

“Speaking of boyfriends, how's that hardworking man of yours?”

“He's doing good, still transitioning from routine to a more freeing pace, but it's like second nature from where I'm standing!”

“You think he's still up, editing?” Nique asks.

“Well, it's gonna be ten soon, so if anything he's wrapping it up.. maybe,” she laughs, “he can get carried away.”

And carried away with the wind, he was.

Built a whole separate portfolio just for Zora and her beauty. Spent the last three hours organizing them, titling each one with something too cheesy to read out loud.

He definitely had to take a screen break or his eyes were gonna crust over, plus vday was never not hungry. But he was still going strong.

He was literally the cutest boyfriend ever.

“Good news, they're about to make their selections for the evening!” Roni says as she rushes back over.

“Oh, good! My feet are killing me!” Trina exclaims, making them laugh.

“I told you not to wear ‘em!” Her sister said, shaking her head.

“Shut up,” she replied without missing a beat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please?” The announcer taps the mic as the music lowers and chatter ceases.

“I want to thank you all for coming out tonight and celebrating art and its creators. It means the world to us that we still have a place in this world to show our talents and appreciation for self expression. It takes courage to pick up a brush and paint the world as you see fit. So, congratulations to all of you.”

Applause fills the space as the mic is handed over to the group of investors, the lead being the same man they'd had the pleasure of meeting with a week prior.

“Yes, congratulations to everyone. Now, we've sat and mulled over which pieces to snag from this list and let me tell ya, it was not easy. There is some major talent in everyone's portfolio, we wanted to buy everything! But we definitely wanted to make sure that every last one of you got your time to shine, a moment we all deserve. So without further ado, we unveil our selection.”

Behind them, a curtain drops and fifteen prints stare back at the crowd, full size and in color. And it's as if time stood still.

“Oh my god,” Fran gasps, “that's my garden! My beautiful garden!”

“And my self portrait!” Roni adds.

“Oh my gosh, it's sunflower girl! Zora, look!!” Nique squeals, pointing happily at the picture.

“I… I haven't seen her in a while,” she smiles, blinking back tears. “I can't believe they bought my first baby.”

“I've always loved that piece! I'm so proud of you!” She squeals again, hugging her friend tight.

“Thank you! I don't know how to feel right now,” she laughs, wiping her tears away.

“Need another drink?”

“Or two!”

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Slinking into the house an hour or so later, Zora bumps around til she finds the light switch, illuminating her kitchen so she can dig around in her fridge for something quick.

Grapes it is.

She pops a couple rinsed ones into her mouth as Vday waltzes over and stops at her feet, her sweet green peering up at her.

“You are so cute,” she whines, scooping her up in her free hand and heading into her bedroom, where Leon is sleeping at her desk.

Thankfully his laptop wasn't still on, showcasing the hard work he'd put in all night. That was his surprise.

“Leon, I know that position isn't comfy,” she snorts, poking his shoulders, making him jolt up, startling both her and vday.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispers, clearing his throat as he looks up at his two favorite girls.

“It's okay,” she whispers back, giggling as he stretches and yawns.

“How was the gala, beautiful?”

“It was amazing! Something very emotional and exciting happened!”

“Can you share it with me?”

“I can!! They selected fifteen prints for purchase and they bought my first ever painting!” She squeals, sounding like Nique from earlier.

“Baby, that's incredible! I'm so happy for you!” He jumps up from the chair and wraps her up in a sweet hug, vday’s purring making them laugh.

“She's happy for mama, too!” He adds, swaying them from side to side once she jumps out of Zora’s hand.

“I cried like a baby!”

“I bet you did! That's huge!” He exclaimed, pulling back to look at her, her bloodshot eyes still burning from earlier.

“I'm proud of me,” she cheeses.

“You should always be proud of yourself, poppy. There's nothing you can't do.” He says, kissing her nose and then her lips.

“Thank you for believing in me. It's definitely something special when you have someone who sees you as everything you've ever wanted to be.”

“How many drinks have you had? You've gone sappy,” he jokes, making her cackle.

“Don't ruin the mood, Avery!”

“Nah, I'm playin’, but I'm always your number two fan, only cause Nique would cut me if I said number one,” he jokes again, still earning giggles from her.

“I'm glad you know how she gets down.”

“Mmmhm, I love my life,” he responds, making her push away from him, still laughing.

“I have to pee,” she says, scurrying down the hall.

He chuckles, before pushing the chair in and sitting down on the bed, searching the bed for his phone to check the views on his video.

It was steady climbing, which made him feel accomplished.

“Still got energy to burn?” She asks as she re-enters the room, her jacket and dress are now replaced by a deep green nightgown that stops above her thighs.

Locking his phone, he salivates at the sight of her. 

“Always, c'mere, girl.”

A/n: it's been a minute since I put out a chapter and some of yall actually missed this sweet ass story so thank y'all for fuel to finish this up! Enjoy!!

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[yeetus-feetus]

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by: @im-not-buying-it-ether

My WIP’s (they're all DC related):

"Heal me with gold" - hurt/comfort, dark, suggestive

"De aged au" - crack treated seriously

"Batfam vampires and such" - au where they're all varying supernatural creatures

"Untitled document" - three pages of a half assed idea

"Polyamory" - steamy but no smut yet

"Night out" - more half assed idea, more polyamory

"Random poem" - the title

"Sugar, sugar" - crack treated seriously

"Idfk" - crack treated like crack

"undercover" - more half assed idea

"Timcest" - the title

"Untitled document" - literally just four pieces of dialogue with nothing else.

"Self insert again" - crack. Please don't choose this one.

"Tumblr prompt" - don't know how to describe this, but it's Jaytim btw

"DC repunzel au w/ a twist" - angst and crack.

"Fae court" - angst, crack treated seriously, DC au

"Clone baby" - angst. Abandoned plot.

"Omegaverse math" - uhm.

"Untitled document" - angst, song lyrics

""Tim"" - another half assed idea

"Clone babies" - angst, crack treated seriously

"A brother, a son soldier, and a legacy" - angst.

"what if" - crack. dialogue only.

"Half baked" - less than a page of idea.

"DC insert" - angst, smut. Please don't choose this one either.

"Baby" - ?????

And those are just my wips on google docs. I have even more on Ellipsus that are much better and more fleshed out but it's being super wacky rn and I can't get in to it so, you'll just have to choose from these.

Tags: @yeetus-littlebro @arrowheadedbitch @quackery-binx @you-transfix-me @periwinkle-the-11th @ohtobecat @rt-nique @5m-ay-a @mr-something-0r-another @rattylvr @proshipper-on-ship @devotedlydeepestbluebird @bugssiesbeans @froggyinfear @derp-a-la-sheep @lanawinterscigarettes @zetathegrouch @mylifeingotham @beeqisch @imashittalkingmushroom @jasonpetertoddisgod @darkxw-olf17 @m4dm0n1 @mypainischronicbutmyassisiconic

Annnddd I can't think of anymore people omg this was hard why do I have so many wips!??!??

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[A]fection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[B]lood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[C]ruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[D]arling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[E]xposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot] 🚫

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[F]ight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[G]ame: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[H]ell: what would be their darling's worst experience with them?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[I]deals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[J]ealously: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot] 🚫

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[K]isses: How do they act around or with their darling?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[L]ove letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[M]ask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[N]aughty: How would they punish their darling?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot] 🚫

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[O]ppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[P]atience: How patient are they with their darling?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[Q]uit: f their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot] 🚫

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[R]egret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[S]tigma: What brought about this side of then (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[T]ears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[U]nique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[V]ice: what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[W]it's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[X]oanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[Y]earn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[Z]enith: Would they ever break their darling?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot] 🚫

[cupidthewriter]

Friendship and tragedy (mouthwashing, wicked, other drabble)

(contains spoilers for "7 days before the crash" Mouthwashing) Before anyone asks, yes, J*mmy is the worst, he is deplorable. He's irredeemable. This is about his friendship with Curly.

pls comment your thoughts!

TLDR: I feel guilty when I write j*mmy and curly as being close friends pre-game events, bc he doesn't look 100% evil in Curly's eyes, even tho thats literally a major plot point in the game beyond the Anya related storyline. The Fact They're BEsties Matters.

Okay so im writing mouthwashing fanfic right now, but i also saw wicked recently and my whole youtube was filled with it. I've seen some stuff about both and so i wanted to write (this is not about a wicked au. this is about friendship as an element in the story)

there was a video by nique marina (love her btw) where she was remarking that everyone was acting like Glinda was a fake friend. It's easy to say that, yeah, but the fact of the matter is that they WERE best friends, and they DID love one another. That's what makes it a tragedy.

if they didn't actually care about one another, the tragedy is only shared between the audience and character, rather than the characters with one another. it removes a huge chunk of valuable context.

Now, onto Mouthwashing.

I do this thing where I write down every bit of dialogue from games when I'm writing fic because I want to use the scenes in my writing. Can't do the scene without the dialogue, right? I also read a lot of fanfiction. Reading makes me a better writer, I feel!

Anyway I was writing the transcript for the whole "7 days before the crash" chapter, and some of the dialogue that curly has reminds me of how I talk with my friends. Hearing that they said something ridiculous, laughing, and teasing them about it later.

"horses? HAH-" *later* "so tell me abt these horses. is this a RECENT development or were u just BORN a bronie?? LMAO" Like TELL ME that is not absolutely best friend behavior.

And I was like, yeah, curly cares about J*mmy. He talks like that. but then i was forced to write down Jim's dialogue, and I realized their conversations in general- pre crash, of course- were those of good friends. its hard to write that though, because "how could jimmy have any good moments at all" he doesnt, but like noticing his friend isnt doing okay, joking around, being emotionally intelligent enough to come up with "why does it feel like youre stuck somewhere? something wrong?" feet in cement, yada yada.

Honestly J*mmy is emotionally intelligent (he has to be, to be as manipulative as he is) and he's delusional. SO he probably thinks he's a great friend, and cares about Curly a lot.

The fact they were friends, and probably best friends (and both thought of the other as one of their closest friends) matters They were friends, and it matters! its sadder if theyre friends! its more tragic if theyre friends!

But i feel like I can't write them as being as close as they probably were because itll look like i'm writing Jimmy in a positive light (because its from Curly's POV before the Tulpar). I mean, I'm going to write him however I want, but I thought this was an interesting conversation topic. and i kind of really miss my own best friend right now.

[jtl-fics]

I step before the throne and ask: a new king? What a u nique situation? Let me hear your story

WIP Wednesday - 12/20/23 (Closed) | New Kings AU

Andrew almost grabs the keys from Wymack but his reflexes are slowed by the drugs in his system so Wymack manages to grab them and hold them out of reach. Andrew looks at him for a moment and for one of the first times ever he almost understands what the other Foxes had been so scared of.

"Give me the keys." Andrew demands.

"No." Wymack says with a raised brow and wonders if Andrew is so far gone that he'll suffer the indignity of jumping to try and grab them.

"Then drive fast." Andrew hisses.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for sleeping with the girl from the copy place?

OK so for background, I (30's M) got divorced a few years ago after my wife cheated on me and chose her affair partner. But anyway I have had a crush for a long time on R (30'sF) and we finally got together about a year ago.

For R and I's anniversary, I tried to organize a pique-nique of sorts, and when R said she couldn't come because of a work emergency I brought the food to her office because if she couldn't come, well, maybe she would have a shorter break and appreciate dinner, amirite? (ok lighting the candles on her desk while she was working was maybe a bit over the top). Anyway R got really mad at me and threw me out.

We met back at her appartment later on and she said that I owed her an apology for coming to her work and when I said I had enough of her neglect (in maybe a bit less polite words) she said she wanted to break up.

I went to find some best buds of mine and we had a few drinks. I decided to patch things up with R and called her, she was back home, and I heard behind her one of her colleagues (M, 30'sM, I hate this guy because he's always trying to get close to R) asking if she wanted something to eat. So I was like. OK. Five minutes after we break up, she invites over the guy she knows I can't stand and they eat dinner together. On our anniversary. You know, not like my first serious relationship ended with my wife cheating on me and all.

Anyway it's cool I'm cool (lie) I was at the bar still and this girl working at a place I'm a frequent customer of came to me and started hitting on me. We ended up sleeping together.

Now R learned about it, she's mad at me as if we weren't on a break in our relationship, and our friend group is getting torn up from the inside.

AITA?

[mikaleialt]

Coming Back to You | Minah Lee

Minah Lee x Reader

Cw: angst, smut, fluff. MDNI. MERRY CHRISTMAS @taruusmoon. <3, also I was waiting for Minah to poat the perfect picture for this pic and she finally did, look at how fucking hot she is!!!! And happy birthday to my girl Minah Lee.

"I'm just saying that I wish you could make time for me, even for just 10 minutes!"

Here you are again, you've been arguing with your girlfriend, Minah for the nth time this week. You two were supposed to be on a date today, but she ditched you last second because she "forgot" that her team had a scheduled meeting earlier on the same time of your dinner reservation at this restaurant.

Now you're both here in your apartment, 4 am in the morning, fighting like a wedded couple once again. Minah just got back from their "meeting" which you found out that is actually a party from the fact that your girlfriend reeks of alcohol.

"Babe, you know that we've been busy with the show right? We all need to be better, do you hear what people call us? We weren't even acknowledged by the other contestants, they were just calling us 'Bada and her students'." You scoff at your girlfriend's alibi, seriously you can't even comprehend how she could say that while slurring over her words, completely obvious that she is drunk.

"You don't have time? YOU DON'T TIME?" You couldn't contain your anger anymore, "YOU DON'T HAVE FUCKING TIME, BUT YOU HAVE TIME TO GO DRINKING AND PARTYING WHILE I WAS WAITING AT THE RESTAURANT FOR 2 FUCKING HOURS?!" Tears are streaming down your cheeks, when Minah sees this, something inside her snaps almost like her system sobers up immediately.

"Baby I—" you cut her off "Let’s break up" You said it, you finally said it.

You didn't let Minah say anything else as you already walked out off your apartment, leaving her behind.

That was 4 months ago, you moved back to your parents in Busan after your break up, you didn't even bother going back to your apartment for your things, knowing that you're just going to see Minah once again.

2

But fate has a different plan for you. You've blocked Minah on every single social media you have, and even her phone number, but you're still somehow in touch with her leader, Bada as she is also your dance mentor. So when you received a text from her, inviting you to attend the On the Stage: Busan concert of SWF 2, your mind is split in two.

You balanced out the pros and cons of your options: You want to go to show your support to your dance teacher, but you'll see your ex again; but you can go there and show that you hold no ill will towards her, but you are also not ready to talk to her again.

You sighed in frustration as you picked up your phone and typed in your response, you just hope that you won't regret this later on.

Now here you are, sitting amongst the crowd as the teams of Street Women Fighter 2 performs on stage. You are thankful because you get to watch the performance live and you didn't get to see Minah for the most part, trying to focus on other dancers like the international crew, Jam Republic and Tsubakill, and a some dancers you're close with like Harimu from 1Million and JJ from Deep 'N Dap.

You were screaming, cheering on everyone's performance, but that is until one of the audiences' most awaited performance: Bebe's Global Artist Performance.

Cockiness (I like it) by Rihanna started playing as the stage lights illuminated the 7 girls on the center of the stage, they were all wearing a burlesque inspired outfit which really suited each one of them. You looked at the big screen and the camera immediately focuses on the person you've been wanting to avoid the most

Minah did her iconic intro once the music start and everyone around screams. You wanted to divert your focus on the other members but after seeing your hot ex girlfriend dance in that outfit, you felt your heart flutter for the first time again, almost forgetting the fact that you guys broke up a few months ago.

Not too long, the concert then concluded, all the SWF 2 teams says their goodbye to the audience and finally made their way to each to their changing rooms.

As you are on your way out of the arena, your phone buzzes from your pocket, indicating you received a text message. You fished out your phone and seeing the notification was from Bada

"There's an after party tonight, wanna come?"

You are in the same situation again as when you are invited by Bada to attend the concert. You balanced out your options once again. With the concert only you can see Minah, but you can't interact with each other which you are grateful for, but going to the after party would mean that you will be seeing and interacting with your ex-girlfriend, and that is too much for you.

You were about to type in your answer, when a familiar voice calls out to your name.

"Y/N~!" You looked at the direction where you heard the voice and saw the tall woman running towards you.

"Unnie I—" before you could even say anything she immediately pulled you to the van where the rest of team Bebe is already at, making you seat next to Lusher who is sitting next to Minah. Guess you don't really have a choice.

Just great. You thought to yourself, the rest of the Bebe girls are all talking to each other with you occasionally joining in but you couldn't really say anything else, not when you literally feel the presence of Minah near you. You are thankful enough that Lusher is seated between the two of you.

Or so you thought...

"Y/n-ie can we switch seats, I don't like seating in the middle" You looked at the poor Lusher, she's getting pale due to the uncomfortable situation. Reluctantly you let her switch seats with you, but as soon as you sat down once again, your body tenses up as soon as you brushed your arm against Minah.

She looks at you and offered a bittersweet smile before looking outside the window, minding her own business. The light from the streetlights outside cascades on Minah features, you can't help but stare at her, her now black hair that used to be dyed orange suits her better, and you can see that she wears a subtle dark eye makeup, similar to the make up she wore on their performance.

You were in a trance as you stare at her until you heard snickering behind you, Kyma, Che-Che and Sowoen were right behind you, laughing at how awestruck you are at Minah. Minah heard this also and looks at you before looking at the girls at the back.

The giggling stops as you all arrived at the party venue, the rest of the teams are inside already. Once you got in, you noticed that the members from the other teams also have their own plus one, some are their close friends, while some seems like their partners as you noticed Babysleek’s husband is also here.

The party went on, people drinks and get drunk, some dances and grinds to each other on the dance floor, and soon you too finally let loose and starts partying.

It was way past midnight now and the party is still at its peak, ‘though some are already passed out aka mostly the youngest of each team except for Haechi and Rena who are still partying like wild animals on the dance floor. You however starts to gets dizzy as the song Meddle About by Chase Atlantic blasted on the speakers, the alcohol finally getting through your systems as you now feel quite high from drunkenness. Nevertheless, you still kept dancing on the dance, grinding on the person you now failed to recognize due to the alcohol.

Unbeknownst to you the girl you are shaking your ass on is none other than Minah, her hands are on your waist as she guides your hips to match her rhythm. “Fucking hell, Y/n you’re driving me crazy” she whispers against your ear. Only then do you recognize the voice but instead of flinching away, which what you would probably do if only you were sober, you lean in more to her touch.

Your back against her chest, as you sway your hips against hers, her hands loosely wrapped around your waist while your left hand sat above it, meanwhile your other hand is reaching for her face, trying to keep her head close to yours as she whispers sweet nothings to you.

“You are so fucking beautiful…” She takes in your scent as she presses her lips on your neck before dragging her tongue against your skin. An inappropriate sound escapes from your lips and you can feel your ex-girlfriend smirks against your neck as soon as she heard it.

Her hands traveled down to your pants and started touching hour aching pussy through it. You leaned your head back more, you almost forgot that you two are still in the middle of the dance floor, thankfully everyone is drunk enough to simply ignore what you two are doing.

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“Fuck…taste so good”

Here you are now, your pants now draped below your knees as you sat on the bathroom’s sink, becoming a moaning mess as your ex-girlfriend dives in between your soaking wet cunt. Tongue deep inside you accompanied by two of her fingers, simultaneously thrusting in and out of you.

“M-Minah f—uck” You couldn’t contain your moans, the effects of the alcohol finally subsided, you are now more sober than you were earlier, but now you are high on pleasure as you are about to reach your orgasm.

“Taste so fucking good. I miss this pussy of yours” Minah muttered against your folds “did you missed getting eaten out like this baby?” she dives right back in and you replied with only a pornographic moan, which only encourage Minah more.

“Such a slut for me. Tell me did you regret breaking up with me?” Minah said as she thrust her fingers inside you in a fast pace. You are already fucked out of your mind, couldn’t even construct a proper sentence as you nod your head vigorously.

“Use your words, Y/n” she looks directly at you eyes, and you did the same. You saw that behind the lust in her eyes lays a sense of hopefulness, hoping that you are telling the truth.

“Yes—YES FUCK! I miss you so much, I’m sorry I left you—ack” You are cumming, you really are close. Minah thrusted her fingers faster, while she busied her mouth once again on sucking your clit. Soon a wave of pleasure gushes on your nerves. Your breathe staggers as your legs shakes from the orgasm, your juices sprayed on Minah’s face, god she even managed to make you squirt. Minah stood up from her position and went up to kiss you which you willingly accepts.

“Please give me another chance, Y/n… I promise I’ll be better, I’ll never leave you alone again.” You saw the sincerity on her eyes and you answered her by pulling her again for a kiss.

Outside the bathroom is a poor Tatter who has been wanting to go to the bathroom for quite some time now, only to be welcomed by the moans of her best friends.

A/n: there you go @taruusmoon, I figured to just post it on Minah’s birthday instead but this also serves as your late Christmas present hope you liked it <3

[vind3miat0r]

How would you describe how your characters walk?

why are you asking me that 🤨

Jax — he walks like hes afraid of entering anyone elses personal space — hunching over, keeping his arms close to his body, always looking down at the floor in order to avoid people's faces. he suffers from "gays walk faster than straights" syndrome a lot :3 people will get whiplash if he were to ever walk with confidence bc he wouldnt be shrinking himself to seem less intimidating

Kitty/Orion — not exactly confidence, but they are sure of themself. theyre constantly planning escape routes in their head, and they walk with the intent to get wherever theyre going as fast and as quiet as possible; they had to in order to run stealth missions for the Underground. its the same when they use their cane on the rare occasion, maybe just a tad bit slower but no less sure

Star/Zephyr — they try to make themself invisible and inconspicuous, attempting to blend in with the crowd. things stand out, though — always analyzing wherever they are, hands behind their back or in front of them but never to their sides, and they always put more weight on their right leg instead of their left because of their scoliosis

Nique — he walks slowly and stiffly. pairing his prosthetic, his cane, and his fibromyalgia, theres a reason he doesnt do high-risk missions for the Underground. he can be fast when he needs to be, but with the con of having to pay for it later — especially if he hasnt taken his meds

Jules — xe walks with a pep in xyr step, thats for sure! almost as if he has a lot of energy pent up, but doesnt want to break into a run in order to burn said energy off. she also suffers from "gays walk faster than straights" syndrome

Maverick — much like Jax, he walks like hes personally offended everyone he passes, but more so for not wanting attention on him and less because hes anxious 24/7

[jcdiener]

The twenty-second day of Writemas

Again, fumbling out a scene I think characters from my current novel-in-drafting would participate in. Very short this time as it is half past eleven when I'm starting this (aka why on earth am I doing this to myself aka I feel the need to chastise myself because I'm on holidays and actually wanted to write so much more aka today was a long day so maybe I should just chill).

Thanks to @agirlandherquill for the prompts and the challenge in general, I'm having a lot of fun with this!

The prompts I used:

"It's a time for celebration, wipe that frown from your face."

The feast was foul, the food as wrecked disgustingly pretentious as the fractured gilded plates it sat upon.

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He'd known it from the very first moment he'd set foot into this wretched hall. Something was off with the fancy dresses, the intricate table decoration. Hell, the whole bloody feast was foul, the food as disgustingly pretentious as the gilded plates it sat upon.

Nique had asked him to come so of course he did. Though why she needed him was beyond him, parties like this were her hobby. She was good at talking old men into throwing their extra cash at a nice little project for a pretty lady with a dress that was bordering on scandalous. Oswin was neither a lady nor good at talking anyone into anything.

He stood next to the table with the crystal wine glasses and wondered if anybody had counted them beforehand. His fingers were twitching and surely nobody would notice one or two of them missing? But then again, Nique would probably be annoyed if he even so much as touched anything. How dare you make a fool out of me? And at Lord What's-his-face's party at that, she said in his head, face turned away in disappointment.

Where was she, anyway? He'd been waiting here for a straight fifteen minutes with no sight of her.

Next to him a man started laughing loudly (and it was just the tiniest bit too obnoxious to sound entirely honest). Both the man himself and the group surrounding him looked like they'd fallen into the circus's pile of discarded costumes.

That must be how Theodor felt in all large crowds, Oswin thought. The colours were so loud, so unfitting, they were literally screaming at him. Glasses clanked from all around the hall and both men and women were indulging in fake conversations and feigning interest.

Oswin snorted, drowning the last bit of the sticky sweet drink that had been offered to him as the house's best vintage.

"What's making you look like someone's put lemon juice into your wine?"

He jumped at hearing Nique's voice.

"You took your time", he said turning to her and put the glass back on the table behind him - all to his immediate regret because without something to hold onto he felt even more out of place. "The invitation didn't mention the secret contest in being insufferable."

Nique smirked at him and took his hand. "It's a time for celebration, dear. Wipe that frown from your face."

She dragged him onto the dance floor and though he knew somewhere in the backs of his mind that usually the man would lead the dance, he gladly let her take the part. He would've looked silly trying to swirl her around anyway.

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Thank you so much for reading, see you in the next :>

[cantheywinthehungergames]

Nique Freeman from The Boondocks

Age: 15 (according to the boondocks wiki)

Restrictions: none, he’s just a regular person

Propaganda: uh…okay, ngl, he’s probably toast lol. Maybe he might be able to get some donors from sponsorships? He’s voiced by Lil Wayne so maybe he can channel Lil Wayne’s aura to win over the people in the Capitol. Hmm…nah, that’s a stretch.

Tribute Name: Nique Freeman

Age: 15

Restrictions: None

If you would like to see a character aged 12-18 enter the Hunger Games, please submit them through my asks. 19+ aged character submissions are currently closed.

Please also look at my pinned post for submission rules as well as a list of previously submitted characters prior to submitting your character.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Ian Rowe: Musa, just very fascinating your nuance and understanding of these issues and as I think you know, Nique and I, when we first started this whole endeavor with The Invisible Men was partly to confront a lot of the narratives that we think a lot of young black kids and all kids are hearing about the "structural" realities of discrimination in this country. And we created this character Daryl, 16-year-old black kid who lives in Forgotten USA, this imaginary urban city. But Daryl is like so many other black kids who doesn't typically hear from folks like the three of us. And we like to ask each of our guests just what advice would you give to a Daryl about the prospects for his life, what his attitudes will be. What would you say to him?

Musa Al-Gharbi: I'd say if you look at a lot of macro data, you do see that there are these kinds of inequalities that track along the lines of race. But general social patterns don't determine your particular life circumstances. And one thing that's really important in life is to control the things that you can control. So, there's a lot of, you know-- we're all born into social conditions that were not of our design. We all have-- we all operate within constraints. But we all really do have agency and there are a lot of different ways that we can choose to live our lives and respond to our circumstances. And so, what's really important is to just control what you can control. And to do what you can.

You know, a lot of times people do all the right things, all the right things in the sense that they work hard and they stay focused and things like that, and things don't work out quite like they dreamed. But if you don't control the things that you can control, you can just guarantee yourself that things will definitely not work out as you liked.

And then finally I'll say, there is a lot of research that shows that if you basically do three things -- it's called the success sequence -- if you basically do three things: if you avoid a criminal record, if you delay having children until you're married, and if you graduate from high school, if you do those three things basically, if you look at the statistical level, even if you're someone who starts out poor, the chances that you'll stay poor if you follow those three steps are minuscule. Like 95% chance if you're born poor, you'll exit poverty. You might not be rich, you'll be middle class, you'll be comfortable, you'll be successful and so on. And this is an example, right, of controlling the kinds of things that you can control. So that would be my advice.

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Religious grifters - we call them "priests" - need you to believe that sin is perpetual and inescapable, that only their magic spells can give you any hope for your afterlife, so that you have to keep coming back and paying them and giving them authority.

In the same way, race grifters need you to believe that racism is "systemic," perpetual and inescapable, and that only their activism can help them, so that you have to keep coming back and paying them and giving them power.

This should be taught at schools rather than Kendi or DiAngelo. To all kids, regardless of skin color. The fact they don't and instead teach a hopeless nihilism seems, like the fraud of the religious, to be almost intentional.

[thelaithlyworm]

Writer ask!

What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?

Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

Gonna mash up 18-21 and say: if you wrote another fic in the "all creatures fierce and bright" collective, what would it involve?

Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Hmm.

What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work

Well, if I knew something about their tastes I'd tailor the recommendation, but sight unseen I might try:

Short, dunt need to know canon, a bit funny, a bit sweet, some pretty wordplay and descriptions and a few real feelings under the fluff.

For Podfic I'd probably go for

which is short, funny, and has a widely recogniseable canon. (With the caveat that I recorded it a while back and my voice is a touch better now.)

Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I don't know about "dislike" exactly, but hanahaki has gone from, 'I don't know why people would want to write that' to 'I really should try that sometime.' Something about the complete over-the-top grandiosity of the premise, I think.

if you wrote another fic in the "all creatures fierce and bright" collective, what would it involve?

Probably something early in the timeline, where Xiuxiu doesn't particularly like Hei Xiazi (the common cavalryman who was suddenly taking up so much of her cousin's time and likely the reason he was cursed, was he cursed in all the twenty years she's known him? He was not) but like hell she's going to let Xie Yuchen whistle in the wind so they're going to make this exile and escapade work. And Hei Xiazi doesn't know what to make of this tiny slip of a thing (whose grandmother cursed him, what the hell?) who is now following him around and if she gets hurt Xie Yuchen will eat his eyeballs but he needs someone around for the few times Xiao Hua is lucid so by god and all the devils they're going to make this work. I like V-shaped relationships where the two outer points have to make their own bond, I think.

Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

So "Of Things Left Out" did absolutely terrible numbers by The Hobbit standards but I'm still overpoweringly fond of it. In which Thorin reads Bilbo's journal and realises the little guy has been absolutely roasting him for pomposity the whole way and... gently twits him back by improvising a completely over-the-top praise song for the occasion of Bilbo's birthday.

I liked it for the meta-ness of it. If "The Hobbit" is an in-universe text which the subjects know is being written as they go, how do they feel about it? Do they care for about the silliness Bilbo puts in, how do they want to be described? And, light as much of the fic is... in that frame of Bilbo-the-Chronicler, how fucking raw does it get when the business with the Arkenstone happens. Would Thorin want to be recorded that way? (In my version, he has an answer to that.)

And, I'm always very soft for gentle hurt-comfort fics. And a chance to compose Tolkein-style poetry, hee!

Thank you for asking!