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warnings: afab reader, mark and haechan are frat bros, weed (smoking, edibles), unprotected sex (have safe sex plz), threesome, highkey switch!mark and switch!reader i guess, kind of dom!haechan, pretty heavy member x member in this, teensy bit of orgasm denial
The house is just as hot and sticky as you remember it to be. There’s people everywhere and you have to push around to get to the stairs. A pledge sits on the bottom step, eyes glued to his phone. He finally looks up when you approach. “You have to be with a brother to go upstairs, ma’am,” he drawls, boredom clear in his tone.
“Ma’am? What am I? 30?” you ask him. “And I’m here literally every week.”
He responds without looking back up from his phone. “You still have to be with a brother to get upstairs.”
You’re starting to get impatient now. At this rate, the whole frat is aware of you and Mark’s “weekly weed time” as he calls it. Hell, half of them have participated at one point or another. “I am with a brother. I’m here to see Mark Lee, just like I do every Friday.”
The pledge looks up at you again, exasperation clear on his face. “The brother has to be present. Like here with you right now.” You’re starting to miss Sungchan and Shotaro. They would never do this to you.
“Well the brother I’m here to see is probably as high as balls in his room right now…” you say, trying your best to sneak past him.
He puts an arm out and braces it against the wall to stop you. Your movements halt. “He still has to be here,” he informs you, annoyed.
“Oh my god,” you raise your voice a bit. “Where is Taeyong?” you mumble to yourself, knowing the President himself would be able to get you out of this predicament.
As you fish through your hoodie pocket to find your phone, a voice from the top of the stairs calls your name. There stands Lee Donghyuck, leaning casually over the railing, a solo cup in his hand and a smirk on his face. “What are you doing down there baby?” You shiver at the nickname.
You shoot a pointed look toward the man on the last stair, who is now looking up toward the upperclassman. “I’m waiting for one of you fuckers to come find me, since your own pledge won’t let me upstairs.”
Donghyuck lets out a “tsk” sound, shaking his head at the younger boy. “C’mon man. She’s here every week, you should recognize her by now. And let her up, she’s with me.”
Surprisingly, the pledge doesn’t let you go right away. “She said she was here for Mark,” he informs his brother.
Donghyuck rolls his eyes, leisurely strolling down the stairs. Once he reaches the bottom, he pushes the pledge’s arm out of the way with his foot. “Well she’s here for me too. Right baby?” You nod. “Go tell Sungchan to take over stair duty tonight for you, since you can’t seem to do your job right.” The boy nods hurriedly and scurries off.
He smirks down at you, hand reaching to wrap around your waist. Leading you up the stairs, his fingers brush lightly against the bare skin that shows when your hoodie pulls up a bit. It sends electric shocks down your spine. “Tell Johnny that the next pledge task should be to brush up on the frequent flyers list,” you mumble to him.
He simply laughs in response. “I can do that.” Once you reach the top, his hand moves from your waist to the small of your back, leading you through the crowded hallway. Finally you reach a door that you have become all too familiar with lately. A green street sign reading “Lee Lane” stares back at you. You still have yet to hear the story of how they obtained it. They refuse to tell you.
Donghyuck reaches out and opens the door for you, slightly bowing. “My lady,” he says in an awful recreation of a posh accent. You roll your eyes and step through the entryway. You’re immediately greeted by 5 familiar faces and a cloudy haze of smoke.
Jeno and Jaemin are slouched over each other on the couch, a little too handsy for what should be considered just friends. Nothing atypical there. Chenle and Jisung are sitting at Donghyuck’s desk, the taller man attempting to play some sort of game while the other eggs him on. Mark is lounging on his bed, blunt in one hand, phone in the other. “Where’s Renjun?” you pout once you notice the blonde man’s absence.
You feel a familiar hand wrap around your waist once again. “He’s got an essay due at 11:59,” Chenle responds, not looking up from where his eyes are glued to the monitor.
“Damn,” you reply. “Really wanted one of his edibles tonight.” With that, Mark leans down, starting to rummage around in the drawer of his nightstand, passing the blunt to Jeno in the meantime. Once he finds what he’s looking for, he raises his head, a dopey smile on his face. He waves a little plastic bag around excitedly.
All of a sudden, the smile drops from his face. His eyes are zeroed in on the hand circling your waist. “Hey!” he whines, grabbing Hyuck’s attention. “I thought I said no touching. She’s my weed partner not yours!” Mark and Donghyuck usually have no problem sharing you, so you suppose this little comment is meant to keep up appearances in front of their friends.
The hand reluctantly leaves your side and Donghyuck crosses the room to jump up onto his own bed. “She’s half the frat’s weed partner at this point, man!” He dramatically falls to his back, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh.
“True that!” Jaemin raises his head to shout from his spot on the couch. He looks…blasted to say the least. It’s clear his head is spinning from the sudden movement. After a moment, he just says, “woah” and tucks his head back into Jeno’s chest, who hums in delight.
Mark captures your attention once again, patting the spot on the bed next to him. You jump up and join him. He offers the plastic bag to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Got this just for you.”
You reach for the bag excitedly, only for him to pull away from you cruelly at the last second. “Mark,” you pout at him, a frown on your face.
He simply laughs, leaning down to put his lips on the shell of your ear. “Gimme a kiss first, pretty girl.” You roll your eyes at his antics. A year ago, you would’ve choked on your own saliva hearing those words. Now, they’re like second nature to you. Leaning over the side of the bed, you pluck the blunt out of Jeno’s hand. The man in question hands it over easily, moving to pick Jaemin up and take him back to their own room.
Turning back toward Mark, you take a hit, leaning close with your hands on his shoulders, and then exhale. He inhales the smoke, his own lips inches from yours. When he finishes the shotgun, he presses a small kiss to the side of your mouth. “Thanks baby,” he whispers.
“Hey!” Hyuck calls out. When you turn, his eyes are locked on you and Mark. “Calling her baby is my thing!”
A groan is heard from the opposite end of the room. “Can’t you three get a room?” Chenle asks exasperatedly.
“We’re in our room,” Mark says in the most deadpan way he can muster. It’s not all that serious, the high leaving hints of that dopey smile on his face. It’s enough to work on Chenle though, because seconds later he’s turning the PC off and dragging Jisung out of the room by the collar of his shirt.
As the door is shut once again, Donghyuck hops down from his bed, moving to lock it. “Finally some peace and quiet,” he mutters once he completes his task. You giggle a little at the statement. You’re not quite sure it truly qualifies as peace and quiet if you can still hear the loud music and voices from downstairs.
The man moves once again, but this time approaches Mark’s bed, tossing himself dramatically on the end and taking the blunt out of your hand. While he occupies himself with getting even higher, you turn your attention to the man next to you. “Can I get that edible now, Markie?”
He must have been lost in thought, because your words seem to startle him. Finally, recognition sparks in his eyes once he realizes what you mean. “Oh, yeah,” he mutters, handing the plastic bag to you.
You take it from him and unzip it, popping the gummy into your mouth. It’s strawberry flavored, one of your known favorites. You practically moan at the taste. “God, Renjun deserves some fucking head for this,” you say.
Donghyuck snorts from his place at the end of the bed, eyes dazed but looking right at you. “Nah,” he shakes his head. “Mark deserves the head if anything. He practically got on his knees to beg Renjun to save one for you.”
You look over at Mark to gauge his reaction. He has his head leaning back against the wall, eyes closed with his face tilted slightly toward the ceiling. His hand has drifted down to your thigh, fingertips running lightly over the bare skin where your shorts end. There’s no reaction evident on his face. It’s likely that he’s completely zoned out, unaware of the conversation taking place before him.
“That can be negotiated,” you finally say, swinging one of your legs around so that you end up straddling his lap. The sudden movement pulls him from his daydream, his head dropping to look you in the eyes. You’re hovering slightly above him, not yet giving him the pleasure of your weight on top of him.
He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Whatcha doing pretty girl?” His hands move to rest lightly on top of your hips.
You lower yourself a little bit more, your skin brushing against his sweatpants. “Hyuck said you deserve a reward for bringing me an edible,” you concede. “And I need something to entertain me until it kicks in.”
Mark simply hums in response, his eyes hazy but still somewhat focused on you. You hear shuffling at the end of the bed as Donghyuck moves to put out the blunt. You’re not surprised. Ever since you and Mark invited him to join your little Friday night shenanigans, he’s been keen to be in on the action. Eager to ramp the energy up, you lean in and press a long kiss to Mark’s lips.
It’s sloppy, especially with the way he’s clearly feeling the effects of his smoke session. You pull back a bit, admiring the way your spit decorates his lips. His eyes look lazily up into yours and you smirk when they flutter close as you grind your hips down. “Fuck,” is all he manages to say as he throws his head back.
You let yourself get lost in the movement, your own eyes finally closing. However, you’re startled when a pair of hands settle on your waist. Halting your movements, you turn to peek over your shoulder. Donghyuck has settled on his knees in between Mark’s spread legs, his head tipped dangerously close to your neck. The grip on your hips tightens and he whispers, breath tickling the back of your neck. “Don’t stop because of me, pretty.”
When you turn back around, Mark is watching you both, his eyes heavy with desire. His hands grip your thighs relentlessly as the bulge in his pants grows larger by the second. Remembering Hyuck’s words, you grind down on him once again. “Atta girl,” you hear from behind you, and it sends a rush of heat right down to your core.
Donghyuck controls the pace with the hands on your hips, purposefully teasing both you and Mark. Your ass brushes back against Hyuck’s own erection every few strokes. Meanwhile, the man under you starts letting out breathy moans. The longer it goes on, the more you start to feel the effects of your edible. Your senses heighten and everything feels ten times more pleasurable than if you were sober.
The hands on your waist start to move up, making quick work of removing your shirt. Donghyuck’s mouth meets the back of your neck as he removes your bra. Mark instantly groans as your chest is freed from the material. He doesn’t waste a second, sitting up as much as he can and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.
Between him and Hyuck, who is now leaving marks on the junction of your neck, you are not going to last very long. You don’t have to worry though, because Mark suddenly plants a hand on your stomach, pushing himself away from you. You are thrown backwards, falling into Donghyuck’s chest.
Confused, you look down at the man who is now leaning against the headboard, flushed and panting. “What’s wrong Mark?” you ask, your own voice a little breathless.
“I…” the man stutters. “I was gonna cum,” he finally admits.
“Aww,” Hyuck teases. “Was Markie gonna cum just from a little humping and sucking on some titties?” Mark’s face reddens immensely and he visibly swallows, but doesn’t respond. “I think he was…” Donghyuck teases again. “How about that pretty girl? You were gonna make him cum in his pants.”
You understand Mark’s embarrassment. Your own orgasm was not that far away. To be honest, you don’t even know how Donghyuck is coherent enough to be doing all this dirty talk. It seems that both you and Mark are a little too gone for your own good. In more ways than one.
“So selfish,” Hyuck continues, sliding a hand past the waistband of your shorts. His fingers ghost lightly over the seat of your panties, the wetness spreading uncomfortably. “Leaving our girl all wet and unsatisfied because you can’t restrain yourself.”
You’ve never seen Mark like this. The flush on his cheeks has spread down his neck and out to his ears. Pupils are blown wide, his chest heaving like he’s catching his breath. You can see his cock jump in pants at Donghyuck’s words. He even whines a little bit. Usually he’s more dominant than this, taking the lead but relinquishing control to Hyuck every once in a while. Tonight, it’s clear that’s not going to happen. You’re intrigued.
The man behind you taps your clit a few times, drawing you from your thoughts. You breathe out hard. “You want this?” he questions teasingly. He moves his hand a circle, the friction so delicious you have to let out a moan in response. You hear him chuckle into your ear. “Then get naked. Mark too.”
Mark’s eyes snap forward at the mention of his name. Quickly, he makes work of your shorts, pulling them and your panties down in one swipe. You kick them off onto the floor somewhere. Then, you lean down and yank his shirt over his head. The action tussles his hair, which now falls into his face messily. You don’t take the time to admire it though as you help Mark shimmy his sweatpants and boxers down. It’s awkward and takes a bit of time, but finally, his cock springs free. Your mouth waters at the sight.
“Good girl,” you hear from behind you before you can move to touch it. Mark’s hips buck up into the air and he whines. “Oh did I forget someone?” Donghyuck teases. Mark nods relentlessly. “Good boy Markie,” he whispers. Yet again, his cock jumps.
You turn your head over your shoulder, looking for your next instruction. Hyuck clearly wants to be dominant tonight, so you’ll indulge him for Mark’s sake. He must have removed his shirt while you were busy stripping, because you’re met with the sight of his bare chest. You follow his happy trail down to where he has his cock hanging loosely out of his pants. He quirks an eye at your ogling. “You getting eager, pretty?” he asks. You nod.
“Okay,” he tells you, head raising to look at Mark. “Ride him,” he says, leaning back on his heels lazily. You follow his instructions wordlessly, straddling the boy in front of you once again. You line yourself up with him, preparing for the stretch. A finger running up your spine halts your motions and you shudder. “Uh uh. Face me,” he demands. You hear Mark choke up a bit at the thought.
Hesitantly, you turn around, resuming your position. Your hands are planted on the bed next to the inside of Mark’s knees, Dongyuck sitting right in front of you. You go to sink down once again, but right before you do, Hyuck grabs your chin harshly and forces you to make eye contact. “Look at me while you fuck him.”
You gulp nervously, but continue to look into his eyes. Finally, you start to sit on Mark’s cock. The second his tip enters you, he’s moaning loudly. “Holy shit,” he breathes out. His hands grip your hips harshly, like he’s trying to ground himself. Meanwhile, you’re trying so hard to maintain eye contact with Donghyuck. The feeling of being stretched out makes you want to let your eyes roll to the back of your head. He looks back at you in amusement, like he’s getting off on both you and Mark’s struggle.
“Keep going baby,” Hyuck tells you, leaving no room for argument. You resume your motions once more and Mark is no longer keeping his sounds at bay. The room fills with a cacophony of groans. As you continue your staring contest, you see Donghyuck’s hand move out of the corner of your eye. From what you can tell, he’s started to jerk himself off at the sight of you riding Mark. It takes everything in you to not look down.
You raise yourself up and down continuously, the pace slow, but not torturous. Mark is clearly loving it, from the way you can hear his breathing pick up. “So good,” he slurs, grabbing a handful of your ass.
“Yeah?” he teases, finally breaking eye contact with you to look back at Mark. “Tell our pretty girl how good she’s making you feel.”
“So good, Y/N. Making me feel so good baby,” he says, voice cracking at the end of the sentence. You’re too preoccupied to really take his words to heart. You’ve taken the opportunity to let your gaze drift down to Donghyuck’s cock and the way he strokes it casually. There’s an obscene amount of pre-cum beading at the head, dripping down onto Mark’s sheets. You moan at the sight.
You don’t realize that Hyuck has turned his attention back to you. Suddenly, his fingers are back on your chin, slowly tilting it up. “What did I say about eye contact?” You look up at him through your eyelashes. “Good girl,” he whispers, and you pussy throbs at the praise. Mark must feel it, because he lets out an especially loud groan.
After a moment, Donghyuck shifts forward a bit, bringing himself closer to you. “Go faster,” he instructs, while his free hand snakes down to rub circles on your clit. You jolt at the feeling, but try your hardest to continue looking him in the eyes. “So sensitive,” he coos while you finally pick up your pace. Between Mark’s cock hitting your sweet spot and Hyuck’s hand brushing roughly against your clit, you feel the pit in your stomach rising.
You’re not sure if your moans pick up or if Donghyuck just has a sixth sense for you approaching orgasm, but either way, he calls you out. “Gonna cum?” he asks, a sick smile spreading across his face. You nod eagerly. “What about you Markie?” A mumbled yes is heard from behind.
“Mmm,” Hyuck hums. “Better tell her to get to work then, because neither of you are cumming until I’ve cum.” Your eyes flick down to his cock, and this time he doesn’t scold you for breaking eye contact. You reach out and wrap your hand around him. He shudders a little and sighs. Slowly, you begin pumping him, trying your best to find all the spots that make him tick. You flick your wrist aggressively, your thumb coming up to brush at his tip every few strokes. It’s got him going for sure, but not enough to send him over the edge.
At this point, you’re getting desperate. Mark clearly is too, because he’s egging you on pleadingly, like he’s dying to cum. “C’mon pretty, please get him off. Please.”
Finally, you run your thumb down the vein on the underside of his cock and his hips jerk. Then suddenly, he’s cumming, white spraying over your stomach, onto Mark's legs, and the sheets. You let him come down a bit, his chest heaving and his head thrown back carelessly. Once his eyes flutter open, you do your best to put a pleading look on your face. “Hyuck, please let us cum.”
He nods wordlessly and you take it as a sign to pick up the pace once more. Mark gasps from behind you and you gasp in response as Donghyuck flicks your clit over and over. Moments later, you’re finally hitting the edge. “I’m cumming,” you announce breathlessly, leaning forward to let your head rest again Hyuck’s chest.
The pulsations from your orgasm carry Mark to completion too, his cock twitching within your walls and painting them white. He lets out a guttural groan and you moan at the feeling of his cum inside you. As you come down, Hyuck has one hand on the back of your head, rubbing soothing circles into your hair. His other hand does the same thing on Mark’s lower thigh.
He lets you both recover for a minute before speaking. “I may be high as fuck still, but we might want to sleep in my bed tonight,” he says, looking down to the spot on the sheets where some of Mark’s cum has dripped down to mix with his own.
“Yeah,” Mark says groggily from behind you. “This is gross.” You tuck your head further into Donghyuck’s chest in embarrassment.
Mark laughs at your actions. “Why so shy all of a sudden, pretty?” he mocks.
“You have no room to talk Markie,” you tease back. Donghyuck’s chest rumbles as he laughs at your banter.
“Okay,” Hyuck finally concedes, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you off Mark. You whine as you become empty, spend dripping out of you. “Let’s get cleaned up. Then we can cuddle,” he declares, carrying you to the attached bathroom. Mark’s footsteps follow behind you. You sigh in contentment, ready to relax with you two favorite boys.
Got you sprawled across his lap, one hand holding you down by the back of your neck as he stuffs two fingers into you ruthlessly. "Yeah, take it like the slut you are for me, baby." He mutters, brows drawn together in concentration as he works you - watches the way your body twitches with every movement of his deft fingers.
"Feelin' good, baby? You like when I stuff you with just my fingers?" Keegan almost moans when you whine and twitch in response, his grip on the back of your neck tightening, "Too bad you'll have to work for me to let you cum... you've been a brat..." He chuckles evilly and withdraws his fingers.
König
You're bent over, wrists tied behind your back and legs kept spread by König's massive frame right behind you. He's slowly - so agonizingly slow - dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance. Every twitch and sob from you is followed by a demeaning laugh from him. He leans slightly over you, his tip just barely catching, "What's the matter, Kleines?" He murmurs into your ear, "Can't take what you dish out?" König gives the slightest of thrusts - nudging the tip just barely inside... and then, as fast as it got in, it's already out again. All you can do is sob and plead for mercy.
Ghost
"Mm, look a' you, darlin'.." Simon rumbles from underneath you, hands on your hips and fixing you in place on his cock. "Takin' me so well.." He makes a show of ever so slightly shifting your hips - giving you the bare minimum of friction. You gasp, try to move more. "Ah-ah-ah.." He stops you easily, cruel grin on his face as his cock twitches inside of you. "You don't get to call the shots, little love... You pushed my buttons enough as is..."
Idea: just shenanigans between Sanji & Reader & Luffy!!
Reader Type: Gender Neutral Reader
Tags: Fluff, Shenanigans with no plot, this literally has no plot guys lmao,
Word Count: 300~
A/N: literally the most plotless thing I've ever written, I think! But it was fun!! (Also, I know I literally said in my intro post that I didn't know when I'd post anything, but I was possessed by something lolol)
"I'm starving!" Luffy keeps one repeating as he shifts in his seat, awaiting impatiently for Sanji to server lunch. "Food! Food! Food!" he clanks his fork and knife on the table.
"It's coming!" Sanji barks from the stove. "[Name], please control our hungry beast of a captain, until I server him food, please?"
You laugh at your friend and acquiesce him, turning towards your captain. "C'mon, Luff! If you press him, the food might end up tasting terrible."
"Whatt?!" Luffy looks at you with an affronted face. "Don't say that! Sanji is the best cook EVER! Even if I press him to make food, it'll taste amazing!" Luffy nods at his own words.
You stifle a snicker while Sanji lets out a shriek.
"Well, you heard the captain!" You say to the cook, his face completely red and his eye wide.
"FOOD!!!"
"It's coming! It's coming!" Sanji huffs and wipes his hands on his apron, takes the pan off the stove, and approaches the duo at the table to serve them.
"I'm going to call everyone else to the table!" You stand up and walk to the small transponder snail in the kitchen, and yell through it. "Lunch is ready!"
The three of you can hear your voice echo as it gets carried over to all the other snails, making everyone on the ship start to make their way to the kitchen.
Just as you sit down again, you watch as Luffy inhales his food and goes to try and eat the others' plates, Sanji reprimanding him. You just snicker and slap away the hungry, wandering hands of your captain that tries to steal your food.
When everyone arrives, the kitchen becomes even more lively, making your heart grow fonder as you watch your crewmates eat. Yeah, this is your family.
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A brief description on why I find the ending of Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2 to be unsatisfactory. Especially when contextualized with the first film. Please note that this is all opinionated and not meant to diverge into other critiques of the film. You are allowed to have your own opinions. Also this is a rant and may not be coherent sometimes because of my anger BAHAHAH
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Introduction
It’s common knowledge in this fandom that Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2’s writing is lacking, which leads to character assassinations and missed story beats. Most people conclude that even if they like the second film, the characters aren’t written as strongly, and the story itself is unsatisfactory. I myself am a big fan of the second film, but there are some aspects of it that I just can’t stand. However, something I realized recently is why I find the ending sticks out to me as particularly lacking.
I enjoy it as a stand alone piece, as is my opinion with most of Cloudy 2, but when contextualized as the ending of the CWACOM franchise as a whole, I find it unsatisfying at best. And an ending with an underlying message that contradicts the message of the first film’s conclusion at worst.
Flint’s Characterization and CWACOM 2’s Subpar Writing
One of the core issues with the second film is how they decide to write Flint. Most of my qualms with Cloudy 2 circle back to how he’s characterized. His poor writing impacts how he interacts with the other characters. This includes his relationship with his father Tim. From a writer’s point of view: they decided to go the easy way out with their relationship. Cloudy 2 Flint was written as a man who “gives into teenage tantrums” and “-classic tensions of adolescence.” (The Art of Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2). This exaggerates Flint’s struggling relationship with his father to an annoying degree. This is character regression for the benefit of fitting a trope and making him easier to write. This sucks in particular because a major appeal of the first film was how it subverted common tropes. This character regression for the sake of the plot shows a lack of care and creativity, and leaves me feeling unsatisfied with how Flint and Tim’s relationship developed.
Cloudy 2 Flint acts drastically differently with Tim than Cloudy 1 Flint. Cloudy 1 Flint pleaded with Tim in the opening, yes, but it was never on the level of a “teenage tantrum”. Once he relinquished to the idea of working at the tackle shop he hid his discontent from his father (mumbling the “mhm” and hiding his true plan from Tim). Unlike Cloudy 2 Flint who whines whenever Tim tries to help him and the gang for reasons that are unclear outside of the “adolescence” characterization they keep trying to push.
Flint’s regression as a son feels tragic. He is not a tantrum prone teenager struggling with adolescence. He is a 23 year old man who improved his relationship with his father in the last film. While there is still room to show how their relationship could still be struggling after ten years of neglecting it, the way they went about it was the wrong way.
Tim and Flint’s Relationship
Cloudy 1
Due to how Flint is written in the first film, we see almost a complete relapse in this father-son relationship. The first film makes sure the audience understands where each man is coming from during their conflicts and just how different they are. A perfect example of their struggling relationship is the scene where Flint visits the tackleshop after the success of the FLDSMDFR. Each man offers to connect with the other, but are both unwilling to reach out in a way that would appeal to both of them. But in the end of the film we see that the two of them connecting in a way that they both understand doesn’t matter. It never did. The point of the ending of the first film was Tim accepting that Flint was an inventor. I’m not saying that Flint should never have picked up fishing, but having him gain that interest (out of nowhere it seems, which I’ll explain in the following paragraph) takes away from the first films ending in my opinion. The ending says “Son, I love you despite the fact that I don’t understand you. Because I don’t have to in order to do so.”
Cloudy 2
There is a stunning lack of positive interaction between Tim and Flint in CWACOM 2. This is because of the writer's fear of emotional beats. This film always prioritizes evoking laughter from the audience over emotions. Always. Sadly, this leaves me feeling as if Flint wanted to go fishing with Tim…out of nowhere? I enjoy the fact that they combined their interests in the “All of Us Together” scene, but I don’t believe that would have been enough for Flint to be like “Oh yeah let me try fishing. My friends were almost killed by my former role model, let me try fishing.” like. Okay. It makes the characters feel like they’re almost back at square one, if that. They’re communicating again, but the lack of understanding that they gained from the first film feels lost.
Granted, it makes sense that if Tim had to reach to Flint’s side and utilize technology to save the world it's only fair that Flint try fishing but…six months later…with no proper reason for changing his mind other than “family”...which is too vague in my opinion. There really is no reason for him to want to try fishing. No mention of the act other than the post-vesting ceremony scene. Tim and Flint just don’t interact enough for this conclusion to pay off.
Conclusion
In summary, I believe that having Flint reconcile with Tim by going fishing with him in the end of the first film counteracts the message that the first film was going for. This problem is accentuated by the fact that Flint is written as a man who refuses to meet his father where he’s at for most of the film, and the end is just kinda thrown in there with little to no justification. The second film’s lack of emotional beats makes the whole movie feel unjustified. I love it. /srs
not a new chapter but a writing update nonetheless. don't worry, we're not abandoning our babies.
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art collaboration we're actually very proud of! line art by myself, colour by @fairielux !!
it was an absolute joy bringing Satellites Landoscar to life <3
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for anyone thinking this is - finally - the next chapter, we're deeply sorry. it's not. not yet.
please see the yet. it will happen and it's kinda halfway done. but it will take us more time. life is back in full force, with workloads everywhere and mental challenges waiting as well.
but we've put way too much thought and research and love into this au to just abandon it. that's not happening.
please be patient with us <3
and thank you for sticking around!!
we're sorry it's taking longer than anticipated.
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tag list and more art under the cut.
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more art:
concept of the Sith Temple where we sent landoscar:
to quote Lu: the map of the temple(s) we came up with, based on one measly description on wookiepedia. if u find it confusing... so do we.
this is all @fairielux 's work and they did an amazing job. it still left us confused as to how on earth we should describe this whole thing.
this was made while on a 2h call and in the end we were still just like "tf is this place meant to look like?!"
keep in mind, we're barely in canon territory anymore.
