#((Please read more. It's a bit of a short read but still important /srs))

[kouxbe]

it’s the morning of the final day of your contract. shortly after entering the sr media building, you’re intercepted by a staff member and taken to a small conference room. waiting there for you is the lawyer you recognize from when you signed with the company and… seo ran herself! she smiles at you as you take a seat across from them.

“i don’t want to take up too much of your time,” she takes a packet from the lawyer and hands it over to you, still with a smile on her face, “i know how important practice time is and i don’t want to disturb your schedule too much. but i wanted to personally tell you that sr media has decided to extend your contract and offer you a full trainee position,”

she gives you a little time to take the news in, though if you glance up from the contract put in front of you, you’ll notice that she seems to be looking at you quite eagerly to see your reaction. seo ran seems to have a genuine interest in your staying at her company.

“you don’t have to sign this right away. you can take this home with you to review, if you’d like, but we’ll need a response by the end of the week so we know how to proceed. you’re welcome to keep practicing here in that time while you decide, please feel free,” the ceo extends her hand broadly, gesturing to the building as a whole. 

a moment later, she’s getting to her feet, apologizing for such a short meeting as she does so. “i’m afraid i have another appointment i need to run off to, but my friend here will be able to answer any questions for you. oh, and since you’re still under contract at least for today, please do return to your classes as soon as you’re done here.”

“you’re doing a great job, kou. we’re looking forward to seeing what you become here.”

seo ran leaves the room a moment later.

OOC:

congratulations on being offered a full contract from sr media! 

first of all, please read through the sr media full trainee contract. this is a 1-year contract to grow your muse’s talents further. if they continue to show dedication and improvement, this may lead to debut.

should your muse decide to accept the contract, please send the following to the sr media blog no later than 11:59pm on wednesday, february 7th:

I, TRAINEE NAME HERE, HAVE READ AND AGREE TO ABIDE BY ALL TERMS OF THIS CONTRACT.

if you plan to reject the contract, please submit your decision to the sr media blog by the same time.

it’s d-day.

the final day of his contract. he’s spent the last three months as a trainee at sr media, which well – quite honestly had just been the slightest bit crazy. though crazy has never been something completely foreign to someone like kou. his life in itself seemed to run the course of craziness, with an added bit of comedy. he may not seem it on the outside, but internally he’d been counting down the days to the end of his contract, circling it in a bright yellow ink on his cat calendar.

he doesn’t even get a moment to fully compose himself before he’s being dragged away by a staff and without much warning, he’s suddenly seated in front of sea ran herself. “oh shit,” thinks, “this is for real”.

still, he’s gone through this scenario many times in his head before. has thought about what would happen if they said ‘no sorry kou, but you’re useless and of no use to this company.. begone and perish!!’ or if they’d offer to make him a full-time trainee. either way, kou has thought about the possibilities quite a bit. a lot more than he’d wanted to, typically.

thankfully, set ran and kou seem up to speed with each other, and neither like wasting time.

sr media has decided to extend your contract and offer you a full trainee position.

huh. okay well, admittedly kou hadn’t thought about this scenario as much as the other. he blinks, and he’s thankful that set ran seems to have an appointment, because truth be told, he has no idea what to say. he simply bows and blanks out.

oh. okay.

a full trainee position. which well – which would mean kou would possibly debut as an idol. wait, no – hadn’t this been what he was working on the whole time? he doesn’t hate it, the idea of being an idol, has actually grown a fondness for dancing ( though he isn’t sure if he’ll admit this part out loud ).

but he isn’t completely clueless as to what kind of company sr media is, and kou isn't too sure if he fits the bill. if sr media is the kind of company for him. he sighs and stares at the contract in front of him. immediately, he feels a headache forming.

he has to actually think now.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Princess Part 10

Harry Potter Marauders Era AU

Link to Part 9

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M

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“Considering we have been preparing for you to die...I think we deserve five minutes of explanation. You have scared Y/n and your mother to death. I suggest you start talking…”

Regulus frowned at his father’s comment. Orion was right. You did deserve the truth. Regulus knew later he would feel guilty for not caring about his mother knowing the truth or Orion for that matter. His only worry was you. You sat at his side gently stroking his now healed hand.

“Fine, shut the door.”

Regulus replied as James reached out and shut the door with his foot. As much as Regulus didn’t want anything to do with James nor Sirius, they did save his life. Maybe it was time to put some bitter feelings on the back burner for the moment.

“Voldemort is worse than we all feared. He’s insane and we need to stop sympathizing with him. James and Sirius just keep doing whatever it is that you do. That part was directed toward you but...mum and dad...we were so wrong. This guy almost killed Kreacher....yes, that pissed me off but it wasn’t the reason that I…did what I did. Voldemort is out there creating horcruxes...I found one...a locket. I just need to figure out how to destroy it.”

Sirius’ mouth dropped.

“So that explains what you were muttering about. How do we destroy it?”

Regulus shrugged.

“Beats the hell out of me. Kreacher has it right now.”

Sirius frowned.

“You left something that important to Kreacher? The same Kreacher that we grew up with?”

You winced when Regulus’ hand tightened around yours.

“Well, it was either that or it went to the bottom of the lake with me while I was busy being drowned by Inferi. Which would you have preferred?”

Regulus ignored how both Walburga and Orion went completely pale at the mention of “being drowned.” Sirius, meanwhile, was still trying to take in what he was hearing.

“So inferi tried to turn you into a human pretzel?

Regulus was beginning to get annoyed with Sirius. He didn’t like being interrupted as it was now here was Sirius asking questions that would have been answered anyway.

“Yes, Sirius...please keep up. Like I was about to say, Voldemort won’t just leave the prized pieces of his soul just lying around. He will make whoever it is work for what they are getting. Between having to slice my hand open to get into this place, drinking some god fucking awful potion, and almost getting drowned...I had to give the locket to Kreacher. He is probably at home having a panic attack because the last thing that he saw was me going under. Mum, can you send a telegram home and let him know that everything is alright?”

Walburga was fanning herself. None of this was anything that she expected to hear. She had expected to hear some story of Regulus going up against another death eater. Now knowing how close she actually was to losing her baby, everything was beginning to feel fuzzy.

“I don’t think mum is available right now.”

Sirius commented. Orion nodded and gently patted his wife’s shoulder. He wasn't sure what really to do to comfort her when he was trying to control his own pounding heart. Between questioning, if what Regulus was saying was true and the realization that he almost died...Orion didn’t know how to feel.

I knew that I should have never supported letting him get into that.

Orion thought before finally speaking.

“Son, Kreacher is just fine. I told him where we were going before we left.”

Regulus nodded before turning his attention back to you. Your hand was over your mouth as the tears were streaming down your face.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. That’s why I was so short-tempered before we broke up...I was…”

You shook your head. None of this was anything that you wanted to hear. Deep down you knew that there was a reason Regulus had been so grumpy. Regulus losing his temper when you begged Sirius for help all made sense now.

“You’re fine now...that’s what matters.”

Regulus laughed.

“I don’t know about fine. When Voldemort finds out that I figured out his secret, he isn’t going to be thrilled.”

“Sounds like you need to go into hiding a bit.”

James commented. Regulus hated the thought of being trapped in a house but, for once, Potter was probably right on this one. He definitely needed to lay low once Voldemort came back from trying to gather new recruits in Bulgaria.

“Yeah, maybe.”

Regulus commented as Walburga jumped up.

“There is no maybe to it, Regulus! You will go into hiding whether you want to or not.”

Regulus didn’t feel like arguing with his mother at the moment and only nodded. In fact, the only thing that he really wanted to do was to go back to sleep and sleep for a long time. He had to shake the urge to go back to sleep before turning his attention back to you.

When Orion stood and commented that the two of you needed some privacy, you could have been more thankful. The two of you had a lot to talk about and the last thing that either of you wanted was to have this conversation with an audience.

Regulus waited until everyone was out of the room before relaxing back into the pillow. He finally felt like he could relax.

“Do you hurt badly?”

You asked before reaching out and stroking your fingers through his hair. Regulus didn’t open his eyes but was clearly pleased by the physical contact.

“A little. I didn’t want you finding out what happened like that.”

You sat down on the side of the bed and took his hand in yours. It didn’t matter how you found out, you would have been devastated. Knowing how close you were to losing Regulus made everything within you ache. Seeing him banged up was bad enough but knowing that you almost lost him forever...you couldn’t put that thought into words.

“It would be horrible no matter how I found out.”

Regulus’ eyes fluttered open.

“I’m sorry about the past few months. I never meant for any of it to go the way it did. I was a jerk to you and you didn’t deserve it! You were trying to keep me safe...I’m not mad at you for going to Sirius. I guess part of me was jealous.”

“Darling, you don’t have to worry about my feelings toward Sirius. He’s obsessed with Remus and I can’t nor do I have the desire to compete with that.”

Regulus smirked for a moment, however, his face went back to the “sad lost boy” expression that always made your heartache. His face looked as it did the night that Sirius left.

“I always knew that there was something going on there. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about them. I want to talk about us. I love you, Y/n and I want to be with you because you're good for me. The past few months without you...I don’t want to go back to that place. If you want your ring back...I’ll never take it off of your hand again.”

Regulus wrapped his hand around yours and brought it to his mouth. He closed his eyes and inhaled your scent. Regulus wasn’t about to tell you the childish mess that he had been without you. Maybe you should know that he either drank himself to sleep or cried like a baby every night to mourn your loss. Regulus had refused to get out of bed for a few days and had taken to laying with his face shoved into your pillow just to smell your lavender shampoo.

“I love you too, Regulus. You’re right. I was just trying to keep you safe. I didn’t want to see you harmed. Now knowing that you almost died and seeing what you have gone through, I regret ever saying that I was okay with you being a death eater. I’m proud of you for what you have done though. You were so brave, love.”

“It was more desperation than bravery. I also got pissy because that twat hurt my elf.”

You smiled.

“You should rest, darling.”

Regulus didn’t move to let you go.

“Lay with me. I’ll sleep better feeling you against me.”

Regulus scowled at you when you didn’t move fast enough. You, meanwhile, looked down at him with apprehension.

“You won’t hurt me. Just lay on my right side and put your head on my chest. Please.”

You couldn’t say no to those eyes. As gently as possible, you eased yourself against Regulus’ body. Regulus yawned and snuggled his face against your hair.

“See. I’m not hurting now, Princess.”

You smiled against his chest as Regulus slowly began to doze back off leaving you awake.

Everything will be okay this time…

It took another week before the healers would consider letting Regulus go home. You were relieved when the healer finally said that he could go home. Regulus has been getting frustrated with not being able to leave even though he felt fine (so what if he was still walking with a limp). He wanted out of the hospital to heal at home.

Regulus had talked you into agreeing to move back into him. You knew that James wasn’t thrilled with the idea. He had tried to persuade you to “take things slow” with Regulus.

“Y/n, please. You really should take this slow. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“I know, James. Regulus needs me though. I want to take care of him.”

Regulus, meanwhile, was thrilled upon hearing that you didn’t do what James wanted but what he wanted instead. It just proved to Regulus that you were loyal to him and that was what he wanted.

The following two weeks were a little more difficult than you expected. Regulus wasn’t thrilled that you didn’t want to give up your job working for Barty Crouch Sr. The day that you were scheduled to return to work, Regulus sat on the bed watching you with a scowl.

“Why do you want to work for that crazy old man? We have plenty enough money for you not to work.”

“Because I actually enjoy my job.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest with an impatient frown.

“I don’t like him. He locked up his own son.”

You sighed as you finished putting on your lipstick.

“He kind of had to, love.”

“He’s a creep.”

Regulus muttered before standing and limping toward the door. You quickly walked after him as Regulus sat down on the couch to start reading a book.

“Reggie, please. This job has really taught me a lot. I’m not some spoiled selfish princess who only cared about herself anymore.”

Regulus looked up. He felt guilty about his less than stellar actions. While Regulus was trying to “see things differently” now old habits die hard deaths. He was thankful that you had been beyond patient with him as he would fuss about the order then turn around and say that they were doing the right thing.

“You have never been selfish. Love, you are the least selfish person on this stupid planet. I just worry...I’m also getting frustrated with sitting here day after day. It may be a good thing that you are there. It gets more information that my brother can use. I don’t want anything happening to him.”

You gave Regulus a pleased smile.

“I know, darling. Maybe you should spend some time with Sirius. He would love to see you. I also need to have coffee with Remus. Since I won’t be getting a sister-in-law, Remus gets to do all of that ceremonial activities.”

Regulus smirked.

“I’m sure Remus is looking forward to listening to stories of our sex life.”

You pulled on your coat before moving to kiss Regulus goodbye.

“I return the favor so he doesn’t mind.”

It took all that you had not to laugh at the grossed-out expression on Regulus’ face.

“Gross. I don’t want to think about my brother getting laid. Have a good day. Maybe when you get home, we can work on some new stories to tell Remus.”

Regulus had been ready to rip your clothes off the day that he had come home but you told him no. It didn’t matter how many times that you told him no “for his health” Regulus tried to guilt-trip you into it.

“We’ll see how it goes.”

You had been gone for half an hour when there was a knock at the door. Regulus tossed his book to the couch before getting up and going to answer the door. Emma Rosier stood on the other side with a smile on her face. Regulus hadn’t seen Emma since Evan’s funeral. Other than writing her a few times to make sure that she was okay, Regulus had no urge to speak to her. Sending her a few “hey, are you still alive” letters was more out of due to respect for Evan than anything else.

“Emma.”

Emma smiled.

“Hey, I heard you were out of the hospital. What happened to you?”

Regulus didn’t answer immediately. The last thing that he was about to tell her was the truth.

“Stupid accident where I came off looking bad. You can come in, I have something of Evan’s for you anyway.”

Emma smiled and slid past Regulus. She turned as he closed the door and limped back to the couch.

“I haven’t seen you this banged up since that quidditch game in 5th year. Too bad, Y/n isn’t here to baby you...or is she? I heard that Y/n has moved back in and you two are fixing your little relationship.”

Regulus’ eyes carefully rolled up to meet Emma’s face. He had a feeling as to where this conversation was going to go.

“Mhm.”

Emma’s soured a bit.

“I don’t know how you trust her. She turned her back on you to aid your brother and his lot. Now she’s working for the man who put our friend...his own son in prison.”

Regulus felt the annoyance beginning to build in his stomach. He didn’t care for Emma in the first place and was only nice to her for Evan. Now he didn’t have to fool with her anymore or be nice to her for that matter.

There was also the fact that Emma would be so cold toward you. For someone who claimed to “be your best friend” she sure wasn’t acting like it.

“That’s the thing about people in our stories Emma. They are in prison or dead. Y/n was trying to protect me. I trust her.”

Emma crossed her arms over her chest before easing her shirt down a little lower to show more of her cleavage. She was pleased when Regulus narrowed his eyes at her. He didn’t look thrilled but his eyes were on her and that was what she wanted.

“You shouldn’t. Real soul mates don’t do their lovers the way that she has done you. Say goodbye to her Reggie and be the smart man that you are. Find a woman who will support you...someone like me who knows the pureblood ways.”

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[mayraki]

when school started

read their story here

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>>> the troublemakers start another semester of school and they have to deal with their fame. but never mess with someone who gets into trouble for fun.

“Is that JJ and Max... holding hands?” “Maybank and Belinsky?” “Who would’ve thought those two would end up together?” “WHAT?!” “I never wanted to be Maybank so bad.” “That Belinsky is a lucky one.” and other things JJ and Max got used to people saying when they walked passed since they started being a thing two weeks ago.

It wasn’t a surprise, two people who had their reputation together as a couple wasn’t a thing that would pass unnoticed, specially around the Pogues and Kooks. But they didn’t care, all they wanted was to enjoy the end of those long thoughts and confused questions, but unfortunately for them, they are Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank, trouble was always around the corner, even if they didn’t want to. They are the troublemakers! They had to live up to their name, but they didn’t thought that they were going to go to the principal’s office on their first day back in high school.

“Ms. Belinsky, please come the principal’s office immediately.” Max lifted her head from her notebook and furrowed her eyebrows confused.

“Uuuh, she’s in trouble.” JJ teased next to her with a smirk on his face. She got up from her sit and then quickly slapped JJ on the back of his head.

“Belinsky.” The teacher said. She lifted her hands into the air surrendering, and on the moment before she could walk some steps towards the door, the megaphone spoke again.

“And Mr. Maybank, come to the principal’s office.” Max, with a little smile and a lifted eyebrow turned to JJ, who was now confused.

“Get up, you little bitch.” Max said loud enough so only JJ could hear her, but John B, who was in front of JJ let out a tiny laugh.

“You two, go, now.” The teacher said, and just like that, JJ and Max were out of the classroom not before all of their classmates followed them with their eyes.

“Did we do something?” JJ asked while him and Max were waiting to get inside the office.

“I have no idea why we’re here.”

“Maybe we did something but we can’t remember.”

Max shook her head. “Nah, I always remember what I do. Unless I’m being questioned by the police.”

“Yeah, we’re professionals at that.” He nodded and then let out a tiny laugh. “We sound like criminals.”

Max was about to say something but Princial Gomez walked out of his office with his grey suit on and his white hair. He looked at JJ and then Max, who were standing there with innocent smile on their faces.

“What’s up, Ricky? Had a good summer?” Max asked walking closer to Gomez. Since the serious expression he had didn’t change, Max lifted his fist towards him. “Give me some.” But he just kept the eye contact with her. Max felt the tension and without bringing his fist down, she slowly nodded. “I guess that’s a no.”

“I got you.” JJ said and gave her the fist bump.

“Thanks, man. Appreciate that.” Max nodded.

“No problem.”

“Inside.” Principal Gomez said with a firm tone before walking inside his office. JJ and Max looked at each other confused and then walked through the door. “Close the door, Maybank.”

After doing what Principal Gomez told him, JJ sat down next to Max, who sat down on one of the chairs Gomez had in front of his desk.

Max and JJ waited for him to talk, but he just took his sweet time to cross his arms around his chest and stare at both of them for a couple of seconds.

“Ok, you’re killing me here, man, with all of this suspense.” JJ said impatiently.

“Do you know how many times you two visited my office last year?” Gomez said for the first time since they all walked into the office.

“I’ll say five.” JJ said.

Max nodded. “Yeah, I would probably say like, 6? That sounds better.” JJ nodded while looking at each other but when Princial Gomez spoke more loudly they both went back to him.

“35!” He said frustrated and angry. “Each!”

“Really? A tie?” JJ asked.

“Get over it, dude, you’ll never win.” Max said with a laugh but once Gomez clased a book with strength making a loud noise, she quickly went silent turning to him.

“I’m extremely tired of you two ending up in my office! And I’ve heard you didn’t rest on the summer, either.” Gomez said and that’s when JJ and Max looked at each other. JJ winked at her before turning back to their principal and his frustrated and angry expression. “And this time, the first day of school! What were you two thinking?!”

“You know,” Max said. “I respect you, principal, you’re a cool dude. But I have to say, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Same here.” JJ said lifting his left hand into the air.

“You’re not going to get away with this, I’m sure of it. Detention, a month.”

“What?!” JJ and Max said at the same time. “Sr, we’re saying the truth, we swear. We didn’t do what you think we did.”

“Really?” Gomez said sarcastically. “You two didn’t set off a smell bomb in the cafeteria?”

“Sr, with all due respect.” Max said. “I wouldn’t do that. I’m a little bit more creative than that.” Immediately, Gomez turned to JJ who quickly shook his head.

“I’m more creative than her, so I wouldn’t do that either.”

“You wish.” Max said almost in a whisper.

“And why would I believe you two? You always try to get away with the thing you do lying all the time!”

“Look at it this way,” JJ said getting closer with his face to Gomez’ desk. “Think of all the things we did last year, separately. You know us, principal, do you really think we would pull that off?”

Max looked at JJ with a smile, proud of his words, and then turned to Gomez. “JJ’s right, principal, liked it to admit it or not. We were cuestioned by the police two times this summer, do you think that we would put a smell bomb? We would totally go harder than that.” Max said and immediately added once Gomez gave her a warning look. “But we won’t, of course.”

Gomez looked at Max and then at JJ before letting out a big sigh. He looked down to his desk and then said, firmly: “Belinsky, Maybank, you can go back to class.”

JJ and Max gave each other proud smiles before getting up from their sits and walking out of the office.

“That was good.” Max said giving JJ a high five once they both started to walk back to their classroom.

“But tell me!” Sam said to Max with her lunch on her hands while she and the rest of the Pogues, John B, Pope and JJ were walking to the little outdoors the school had. “Did you do it?”

“No!” Max said. “I would’ve told you!”

“Then who did it?” Pope asked when they all sat down on the grass.

“We have no idea.” JJ said.

“Aren’t they gonna do something?” Max asked looking around. “I mean, if someday stole the credit for something that I did, I would be pissed.” JJ nodded agreeing with Max.

“Are you still getting detention?” John B asked before giving a bite to his sandwich.

Max shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t think so.”

“Who would’ve thought that for getting more into trouble, would get us out of trouble?” JJ said before letting out a laugh.

Max nodded with a smile. “Stupid things have good outcomes sometimes.”

“Amen, baby!” JJ yelled before they all bursted out in laughter and continued eating their lunch.

“Finally, free!” John B yelled once they all walked out of the big door of their school.

Max and JJ locked eyes with each other when he let his arm go around her shoulders.

“Do you want to do something?” He asked looking at her lips.

“Mmmmh, maybe.” Max said with a smirk, but all of that was cut of by the principal walking out of the school with a student by his side to walk towards a black car and what seemed to be two parents waiting.

“What happened?” Pope asked looking at the boy and the principal.

“He’s a freshman.” A random girl said next to Pope. “He was the one who put the smell bomb on the cafeteria, someone saw a package of bombs in his gym locker and told the principal.”

“He kept the evidence?” JJ said and Max turned to him knowing what he was thinking.

“Amateur.” They both shook their heads.

Gomez walked pass JJ and Max and gave them a little nod, they both did the same with smiles on their faces.

“We were right, he’s never going to forget that.” JJ said once he saw the principal entering the school. Max nodded with a smile.

“First day of school and we already went to the principal’s office.” Max said. “I guess we never sleep.”

“You and me?” JJ asked with a smirk. “Never.”

Max let out a smile and then closed the space between their faces to leave JJ and kiss on his lips.

“Get a room you two!” John B yelled.

Max turned around to flip him off, but a better idea came to her mind.

“Hey, JJ!” She yelled loudly enough so that John B, who was a couple of steps away could hear her. “Do you want to go to John B’s room?”

Knowing what Max was doing, JJ looked at her with a smile and then to his best friend, who was shaking his head.

“Don’t you two dare!”

“You told us to get a room!” JJ yelled letting his arm around Max’s shoulders.

“And we choose yours!” Without waiting for a response, with a huge smile on her face, Max grabbed JJ’s hand and started to ran away, leaving the Pogues and the school behind.

>>> are you ready to see how the troublemakers shake everyone’s world?

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AETHERVERSE has been discontinued.

Hey there everybody! Sorry for the notification, but we have an important announcement to make: Aetherverse is being discontinued. Thank you all so much for being part of this experiment and journey with Sylvia and I, and a special thank-you to the guest artists for putting in so much of their time and effort to help us make this comic great. However, Sylvia and I have since moved on from Undertale, and neither of us see ourselves continuing this comic. If you continue reading after this, we have an overview of the plotline we had planned!

As for what we're doing next - Sylvia and I are working on an Original Comic. This comic is still in the works and conceptual stage, and we're worldbuilding, but we feel comfortable announcing it. The title of this comic is ADVANCED - and to give you a bit of a teaser, it follows a shadowy and dark secret investigator on their journey to put an end to a mysterious chain of murders.

Thank you all again for being part of the Aetherverse family. Hail to the Eclipse, we won't forget this experience and we hope you don't either.

Aetherverse Plot Summary {This is somewhat long, as Aetherverse was planned to be LONG}

We all know how the intro starts. Abaddon, Flat, and Xink fight > Xink wins the fight. I actually had a VERY specific image in my head of Abaddon being drilled through with a weapon that Xink overwrote into existence in a move to protect Flat, and him blacking out with blotched colors in his vision.

He wakes up with Aether, isn’t happy with the situation, realizes he not only can’t use his magic, but his own magic is killing him. Crystal Creep - the shit on abaddon’s face - is a result of Abaddon not re-upping his stone with human souls. This is a callback to FMA.

Abaddon trains, and they have their first important mission: Talk to the guardian of the Creator’s Vision, Eurus. They go and speak to Eurus and their guard, Artemis, and get ambushed. This leads to a confrontation between Artifice and Aether, and Abaddon and Xink. It’s a very emotional exchange, and we get to learn that Artifice, Aether, Eurus, and two other unrevealed Guardians by the names of Raksa and Blackout were all raised together.

Abaddon is screaming at Xink for having gone and lied to him, but Xink reveals that it’s only thanks to him that Abaddon even exists. We then get a flashback: Xink was alone in the multiverse as an Ink - and this Ink was Summer. Summer wanted nothing more than to please the Creators, however, it’s revealed that the Creators were growing bored with the multiverse. Becoming disinterested. Unsure what to do, Summer meets with XGaster, who tells Summer he’ll give him the ability to Overwrite timelines, and perhaps that’ll keep the creators attention. Xink sadly accepts, watching as his only friend dusts, before overwriting the world.

This catches the creators attention as he creates his first interesting universe: A blank one, which created a character named Veneer. Happy he’s caught their attention, he continues to do this. Over and over, he overwrites universes until they’re nothing like their original ones. That’s when he gets to a naturetale timeline, and completely recreates it, making Abaddon’s universe. This one seems to really please the creators.

What he doesn’t know is that because each of the universes is so far from canon, it’s making the creators no longer interested in undertale - instead interested in making their own creations. End flashback. We also learn of a character named Grayscale, someone who’s been following Xink around, and Xink orders him to finish Abaddon off. He doesn’t get the opportunity, because Artemis and Aether are in absolute RAGE as Artifice kills Eurus so that Aether no longer can see where they are. This leads into Aether pushing himself too hard, and Artemis barely getting the three of them out of there alive.

It was hidden up until that point, but Abaddon lost an arm to Xink’s attacks, and he has to get a new one. This is where Ash comes in! He’s not pleased about having to assist the same person who  got him into this mess, but he’s convinced by Xeidra and Filigry to do so since they do need Abaddon’s help. This is also where a character I never got to use, Drach, makes his appearance. He was going to be a character that represented Abaddon’s past sins and misdeeds, because Drach’s brother was in the Arena and survived, but at the cost of his mental health. Drach hates abaddon, and never will not hate Abaddon no matter how much good he does. More information, the stagnation spreading, more and more people being saved and sent to a place called the Save Point. This is where ATV and Fate Stagnant combine, we get Languish and SR’s help in saving those who were run out of their homes. The Save Point is a massive floating island in one of the doodlespheres, and it’s represented by the only working Save Point in the multiverse.

This is where three new characters are revealed: Chance, Peak, and Lobi. Long and short of it is these are Abaddon’s love interests, and no it’s not a love… square. Abaddon is polyamarous! And these end up being his three boyfriends. Sylvia and I didn’t plan their interactions yet though.

The end of the comic is pretty intense. The multiverse is collapsing, universes are falling apart, characters are losing their homes and can no longer feel connected to their universe. It all ends at the Save Point, a portal to SOMEWHERE opening up there and Xink blocking the way after successfully having gotten Aether’s stone as well.

He’s furious that even with the power of two stones, he can’t overwrite the multiverse and start over, so instead he ingests both of the stones and overwrites himself into this massive, powerful entity that the main cast have to defeat.

They give the fight their all. There’s blood shed, there’s tears wept. Xeidra goes down and Filigry sees it, sees Xeidra about to be killed, and absolutely goes full-on to protect him. There’s a very specific scene in my head where Filigry’s viciously fighting off tendrils of white magic, a sword in his hand and viciously angry, only to have a two-page panel of Filigry’s soul being pierced by a white tendril. He doesn’t dust, he doesn’t cry out, but he completely collapses. Abaddon is the only one left able to stand, and even Xink is running out of ideas. Xink isn’t angry anymore, but instead he’s crying. He wants to know why Abaddon won’t stop, why he’s okay with this going on, why he isn’t just giving up.

Abaddon says it’s because he’s determined.

He doesn’t have his naginata anymore. He doesn’t have magic. But what he does have are his fists, even if one is mechanical, and that same mechanical hand is the one that lands the finishing punch to Xink, punching DIRECTLY through his chest and clasping his soul, only to rip it out.

We’re left with a collapsed, weeping Summer on the ground. Filigry is dead, Xeidra is mourning him. Aether and Artifice are embracing.

Summer cries that he just wanted to keep the creators here. Abaddon looks out at the portal where everyone had escaped to…

And says sometimes it’s better to move on rather than keep holding onto the past.

He doesn’t help Summer up. He goes back to his friends and helps them, gathers Filigry’s body.

The last page was going to be the main cast silhouetted against a white portal, passing through it. The thing I looked forward to creating was an ending pmv, where its revealed how the main cast is doing, and it included a thank you and goodbye to the undertale fandom. I may still create this, because it does have a lot of meaning for me, but…

Thank you all. The undertale fandom was a wonderful experience, and I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful place to spend my time. You guys really did help make me into the person I am today, for better or worse. The past years have been rough, but I’d do it all over again.

Thank you.

[daesungindistress]

GD is so into aesthetics with his likes and posts, like the anon said how his IG likes have consisted of art, nsfw aesthetic, he’s even liked LGBT quotes and mlm related posts 👀 . Anything with an aesthetic tumblr feel he seems to enjoy and by his IG we know he has his own aesthetic. He just doesn’t care what he posts. I can’t agree he’s completely oblivious to this fandom war. I’d YB and TOP can realize it so can he. There’s no way he doesn’t check what fans have to say. He reads the comments, there is no way he can not view all of those bigbang is 5!!!! Gd said bb is 5!!! Comments since they have the most likes. This is where the excuses get annoying. He knows what he did.

I’m not saying he’s totally oblivious, just that he’s so withdrawn, so stuck in his own head and concerned with his ~aesthetics~ that he’s completely failing to read the room. And I’m really not convinced he reads the comments; I wouldn’t if I had even a fraction of his fame. You know how there are fan accounts that stalk his private IG and record all his liked posts? I don’t keep up with that, but OT5s so love to shove his likes in my face when they think they’ve struck upon something of importance, and until recently, when this five hands photo resurfaced online by one of his art friends who turned it into a rambling statement about unity for a world divided by COVID-19 (more on this later, in another post maybe), I’ve never seen him use his personal account to give attention to anything BIGBANG related (correct me if I’m wrong and you have seen such things). At one point SR/OT5 fans were so desperate for a lifeline that they busied themselves weaving stories of support based on him liking a bunch of pics of rainbows.

That said, maybe it’s time he comes down out of his ivory tower of Chinese tea, expensive shoes, and luxury brand fashion and mingles with us commoners for a bit. For the duration of his enlistment he was completely isolated and as distant as could be (as he wanted and probably needed to be). Even at his discharge event he didn’t approach or speak directly with VIPs (up close I mean, one on one), and so didn’t give SR/OT5 fans the opportunity to take shots at him they way they did Youngbae. He stood at the top of a tall flight of stairs and addressed the crowd through a megaphone. Really living up to his "king" image, eh?

But you guys, I have to come out with it: it’s been long enough, don’t you think, and this closed book vibe and the whole “live for yourself / love myself” theme he’s been repeating for the last couple of years is frankly starting to feel a little off-putting. I’ve been very sympathetic to his apparent need for time and space to sort through his feelings, but sooner or later he must recognize that this is so much bigger than himself.

As Daesung once said wisely, advocating humility, “No matter where you’ve gone, how far you’ve traveled, always remember where you came from.” Then added, “Sometimes you’re going to have to make sacrifices."

You hear that, Jiyong? Sacrifices. Not sentimental self-indulgence. Nevermind that the sacrifice has already been made.

I hope the other members will get to him in short order -- you know, those who’ve actually bothered to look our way and get a feel for their unstable fanbase and as a result have grasped how to handle the matter delicately. Even TOP, who was off to a rough start on IG in the latter half of 2019 and did as he pleased with regard to liking BB posts, reposting fan edits, etc, seems to have figured out that his carefree online playtime runs too great a risk of sending the wrong message to a legion of fans who've become, to quote another anon, “balls to the wall hysterical,” and has pulled back accordingly. Nothing is as it was anymore. Things are not the same as before. And in a way, over the last year or so we’ve actually witnessed TOP and Youngbae work their way through that learning curve.

Unpopular opinion? Maybe it’s time GD hands the reins of BIGBANG to Youngbae. Maybe it’s already happened, we just don’t know it yet. I’ve always gotten the sense that “leader” has been more of a shared role between these two long-time best friends, with Youngbae’s compassionate yet no nonsense guiding influence being felt more than seen. He is the only BIGBANG member to use his words to speak about BIGBANG to date in that interview with Esquire Korea last year on the topic of Coachella. The only member to reach out in person to the fans and the public and attempt diplomacy in the aftermath of such devastation, even going so far as to say he felt responsible [for overseeing the group’s recovery]. Also the only one to release anything officially acknowledging BIGBANG as something he cares about and wants to see continued: his documentary, in which he painted the group as four.

Jiyong may be their appointed leader and is widely recognized as such, but Youngbae has made observations over the years about his friend's head-heart troubles and has given us insight into how he helps him navigate when the group needs a sense of direction. Because just as Jiyong has his strong moments, he has his weak ones too. I still have faith that together they can see each other through this, but GD... no more fumbling the ball, please.

[twstarchives]

More Accurate Than Any Scale

Card: Lab Coat - SR Characters: Vil, Rook, Trey, Riddle (mentioned)

Chapter 1

—LABORATORY—

Vil: It was rather kind of the science club advisor to let us use the lab and its chemicals.

Have you been acting oddly compliant with your club activities lately, Rook?

Rook: He gave me the okay right after I told him I just wanted to help make some chemicals to use for special effects in one of the film club’s shoots.

Although, he did ask me to turn in a list of all the chemicals and reaction formulas I’ll be using, how long I’ll be in here, and a safety plan in case of an emergency.

Vil: You’ve gotten your teachers awfully wary of you! I suppose that means you act as free-spirited as you always do in your clubs too.

Well, let’s start already to avoid putting the time you got us to waste.

Now then, the chemicals we’ll be using are... ah, here.

Mix a spoonful of this in the colored water...

(Poof!)

Rook: Oh! That made black smoke appear! Are we finished already, then?

Vil: It’s a little different than the color I have in mind. It should be darker... black enough that it could blend in with the night.

I’ll try adjusting the amount we put in a little. A little more than a spoonful...

(Poof!)

Rook: Hmm. It grew a little darker. How’s that?

Vil: Not quite. It’s a little too blue now. Perhaps there’s something wrong with the water...

Rook: Would you even be able to tell the difference through the camera?

Vil: Do not ask me to compromise with something that’s going to appear in front of an audience. The smoke will take up a very wide portion of the screen.

Without an effective color that highlights the costumes, as well as the actors’ expressions, hair, and eyes, everything will be ruined.

We need to keep making small adjustments to prevent that. ...Perhaps this will work?

(Poof!) 

Vil: ...Yes, that is a nice black.

Now that we’ve made the smoke, our next shooting will be flawless.

Rook: Oh, even though you haven’t taken care of yourself yet?

Vil: ...Excuse me?

Rook: When are you going to start your diet?

Vil, you’ve gained a little weight here these past three days. Your jawline looks slightly off.

Vil: What—?! That can’t be right.

I’m never careless about my health, and not a single one of my 5 million-plus Magicam followers has pointed anything like that out.

Besides, I haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary when examining myself in the mirror.

Rook: Ah, Roi du Poison. Between me and everyone else, who would you choose to believe?

I’m always telling you this: I’ve spent much more time looking at you than you have spent looking in the mirror.

Above all else, that is the one thing I’ll always guarantee you.

Vil: ...Alright. I’ll take your word for it.

Rook: Oh, I should get going now. It’s time for my very important fieldwork.

Vil: Ah, hold on! ...Running off right after he said what he needed to, I see.

Well, I’m finished with the smoke, so I should clean up and then head back.

—EXTERIOR HALLWAY—

Vil: I need to get back to the dorm as soon as I can to check my scale.

Trey: Hm...? Fancy meeting you here, Vil. Were you doing something in the lab?

Although, I could’ve sworn I’ve heard about a private lab in Pomefiore’s basement.

Vil: Oh, Trey. Today was an exception; there were some chemicals I needed in the school lab.

Rook let me know there should’ve been a bottle of the kind I needed here after I’d realized I was short.

Does everyone in the science club keep track of which chemicals are kept in the lab?

Trey: No, Rook’s just particularly observant. I don’t remember anything except the ones I use myself.

He’s good at memorizing the most random things, huh?

Vil: That’s for certain... Like people’s jawlines.

Trey: Jawlines...?

Vil: Oh, nothing.

Trey: I see. Hey, do you and Rook like sweets?

I actually have some cake leftover. Baking one in an 18-centimeter pan ended up a little too much for Riddle’s afternoon tea.

So I’ve been going around offering slices to everyone.

Vil: I was wondering what you were doing wandering around with that thing in your hands... So there’s a cake inside that box?

Trey: Yeah. Gotta say, I really outdid myself on this one. See how fresh the strawberries are? Makes your mouth water, doesn’t it?

Vil: Very true. But I’ll have to pass. I’ve just begun dieting.

Feel free to make Rook take two servings, though.

Trey: Seems like something happened between you two... Well, I can probably take a guess.

Vil, if you’ve got time, why don’t you stop by Heartslabyul?

I could offer you some of this delicious herbal tea I have.

Vil: Herbal tea... Is there any chance it has lemongrass in it?

Trey: Ah, yeah, it does.

Vil: I’d love to, then. Its detoxifying properties would be perfect for me right now.

Chapter 2

—HEARTSLABYUL DORM - KITCHEN—

Trey: Thanks for waiting, Vil. Here’s your herbal tea.

Vil: Thank you, Trey. ...It smells lovely.

Trey: I also brought a piece of cake just in case. I baked it fresh today, you know.

Vil: I can tell just by looking at it that it’s something you’re proud of. But, I still think I’ll just stick to the tea.

               (Vil takes a sip)

Vil: ...Mm, delicious. Where did you find these tea leaves?

Trey: The school store. It’s rare to see leaves with a hundred years of history behind them in stock.

You can take some back with you if you’d like; I’ve got plenty. I wouldn’t be able to finish them all myself before the flavor faded.

Vil: Well, if you insist. I take it you’ll wrap them up later.

Trey: Oh, and about our earlier conversation. What did you say happened with Rook?

Vil: It wasn’t anything important. I suppose you could say he’s just been watching me a little too closely.

Of course, it’s helpful that he’s able to notice changes in me quicker than even I can...

But don’t you think it’s so rude to just tell me “You got fat” out of nowhere?

There’s a difference between being honest and being considerate. I suppose he just left his ability to be “considerate” back in the woods.

Trey: Ah... Well, it’s true that wasn’t the best way to word it...

Rook always blurts out his thoughts, whether they’re good or bad. It surprises me at times too.

Vil: Hmph. Perhaps I should’ve expected that he’s like this even during club meetings.

Trey: The other day, actually, our club advisor proposed an experiment and Rook immediately went “That’s such a boring idea.”

We ended up doing a much more complicated experiment. The freshmen couldn’t figure out how to do anything, so they just wound up just standing around for the rest of the period.

Vil: I can imagine how that must’ve looked.

And it was all left up to you to lead the freshmen, wasn’t it?

Trey: Saying I “led them” is giving me too much credit, but... a little, yes.

Vil: You always work so much.

Riddle is lucky to have you in Heartslabyul.

Trey: What?

Vil: You know, you come up in conversations at the dorm leader meetings sometimes. About how great of a vice dorm leader you are.

Trey: Oh, that’s... the first I’ve heard of that. Honestly, I’m a little surprised.

I just don’t want to lose my head. I don’t think that should warrant any praise.

Vil: There’s no need to be so modest. You should accept praise when it’s given.

Those who can’t read into things might just blindly believe your words despite the fact that you’re just trying to be humble.

Well, if that’s the kind of impression you want to give, then that’s fine... but it’s still just selling yourself short.

Trey: You sure are harsh. But you must know what you’re talking about, as someone whose job is wholly based on others judging you.

I’ll try to watch myself from now on.

Vil: Yes, please do. It makes the one doing the complimenting feel good too.

Besides, letting yourself feel happy about getting praised helps alleviate stress.

Especially for you, who is always running around to tend to your selfish young master.

Trey: I really don’t think I’m stressing myself out over Riddle.

Vil: Well, alright. If you say so...

Trey: It’s the truth. After all, I have a trick to not feel stressed.

Vil: Oh? A trick? I’m curious.

Trey: Wanna know what it is?

Vil: My, you’re certainly acting cheeky now.

Trey: I’ll only say it once, so listen carefully!

Vil: Alright...

Trey: It’s to not hold back on the sweets. Especially cakes filled with fruit.

Vil: Incredible. I was wondering where you were going with this. ...Heh.

Alright. I’ll try a bit of your fruit cake.

I’ll just have to add a few extra laps to my run tomorrow morning.

Trey: I probably shouldn’t be telling you this since you’re a model, but...

I really don’t think one slice of cake is going to do anything to your figure. You’re already so skinny anyway.

Vil: I’d prefer the term “fit,” if you wouldn’t mind.

But Rook’s watchful gaze on me is more accurate than any scale. Perhaps even more than a mirror.

Trey: Really...

Vil: Mm, delicious. You’ve gotten better at this, haven’t you, Trey?

Do let me know if Riddle ever has it be off with your head. I’ll make you our dorm’s personal pastry chef.

Trey: I’ll try not to let that happen.

Having to worry about the calorie count with every dessert I make for Pomefiore sounds troublesome.

Vil: Wouldn’t it be a great learning opportunity?

[mobagehelllocal]

“do you even lift bro?” extra notes i - iii:

I finally finished rereading all my “do you even lift bro?” stories! Man, I feel like I wrote them ages ago. As I mentioned before, I have been going back to do grammatical edits and what not. In the process, I’ve also been noting down my thought process for writing these pieces, and little easter eggs I put in for fun~ This extra notes will contain my thoughts from versions i to iii! 

*please do not read if you haven’t read “do you even lift bro?” ver i - iii. 

The title came to me immediately upon reading the request hahah. originally, it was meant to just be fluffy and cute... but I think it’s actually pretty funny. To me, at least hahah. 

Divus’s was the one exception, but i’ll get into that later.

The reader personality was based on one of my ocs. She was also the oc in my special Malleus x OC story, “bright eyes.”

I went with her because she was an OC, who, in my opinion, is the epitome of a optimistic fangirl lmao. If you’ve read “bright eyes” then I think you’d understand what I mean hahahah. 

For ver i--I think I definitely wrote Riddle’s first. followed by Leona, Azul, Malleus, Kalim, Vil then Idia. 

One of my best friends is a super huge Riddle stan (if you’re reading this, hi sis!) so I wrote his story primarily with her energy in mind. In short, she would most definitely bench press Riddle. 

Her energy + the base reader personality makes Riddle’s story one of the most fun actually. His reader is probably the most mischievous ones--which I thought balanced out well with Riddle’s actual personality. 

Leona’s story is heavily influenced by pride dynamics. It’s common knowledge that it’s the female lions who hunt hence why in Afterglow Savanna--the women are stronger. Leona is royalty, so I assumed that from a young age he’d be told to wed a strong woman. 

I also need to note that Leona is described as respecting women. here’s the thing, I’m pretty sure it’s specifically women from Afterglow Savanna because they could bench press him. That’s not to say he doesn’t respect all women--he probably just puts women from Afterglow Savanna on a different standard because of his experience with them. Either way, you surprised him greatly, and assume that Leona will not be able to look you in the eye for awhile.

Azul’s story specifically takes place after Jamil SR Lab Coat episodes and Azul’s R PE Uniform episodes. I found their relationship funny, and thought it would be fun to continue off from there. 

Most of Azul’s stories come from me just wanting to fluster the hell out of Azul... that being said, I did delve a bit into the magic of TWST for this one. I remember it was Crowley (was it in the prologue?) who noted that magic is dependent also on how much someone believed in their ability to do something. This is why Azul falls down haha, his will faltered and he stopped believing. 

Jamil doesn’t get a break at all, doesn’t he? The reader and Jamil actually vibe really well because they both understood enough about Kalim to know what he was doing.

I think I remember being pretty stuck on which one to do for this. I think it was reading Jamil’s SSR Dorm Uniform story that really made me have an ‘aha’ moment on how to write it--since something like this happens on there. 

Surprisingly for Vil, once I had figured out that I wanted to write him getting mobbed, and being saved by his reader--it flowed out really fast from there. 

For Vil, I always end up bringing up the issue that he’s something like a celebrity and you are one in the million who adore him. I thought that this was just one way to sort of tackle your relationship together. 

I really enjoyed highlighting how you love Vil different from the rest who adore him. The importance of how you see his flaws and still love him--especially because as an influencer Vil has a certain pressure to appear in a certain way. 

Idia’s was the last one I wrote, but I had a lot of fun because I stuffed it full of references. I figured that Idia’s thought process would be more of him thinking life as a game, that’s why he uses terms like support level often in my writing. 

On that note, I know ‘Gao-Gao Dragon-kun’ is a reference to Tamagotchi, but I decided to just merge up Tamagotchi and Pokemon in this case. Hence why ‘Gao-Gao Shield and Sword’ existed lmao. I didn’t put too much effort in that and just switched ‘Shield and Sword’’s order HAHAH. I did consider making it ‘Gao-Gao Gun and Wand’ though. 

‘Water Crest: The Seven Dorms’ is a reference to Fire Emblem: Three Houses. I felt incredibly clever when I came up with that HAHAH. But also, when he references support levels, he’s talking about a gameplay in Fire Emblem. For people who aren’t familiar with this, essentially, FE has a system wherein the more you use two units together the likely their support will rise. The supports go from C-B-A-S, with S as the highest. When Idia says he works hard on S Support, he literally means he went out of his way to spend time with you and befriend you. Isn’t that cute? When he references SS Support, it actually doesn’t exist HAHA, but he didn’t realize there was “another level” sort of thing xD

When I write funny Malleus stories, the other members of Diasomnia are likely to be hiding in the bushes. Most funny stuff probably fly over Malleus’s head so... The other Diasomnia members pop in to react hahaha.

To Malleus, your tendency to treat him as a regular person, and not treating him as a lord--makes him incredibly fond of you. It’s because you treat him as an equal, that makes him treat you as an equal. I also think this was the piece where he started calling you “bright light.” There’s no deeper meaning to it, he really just sees you as a bright light--like a brilliant star. You, literally, light up the world. :,) 

Ver ii order of writing--Ashton, Dire, Divus. I had come up with the premise of Divus first though. 

I think Dire was the hardest one for me, because I kept worrying about things like--’what if he’s not actually like this,’ or ‘what if that isn’t how he would actually act’ etc etc. but I think it turned out pretty alright.

Dire, for all his claims of being a kind person--I think actually is a kind guy. He does have the tendency to be a little manipulative and whatnot... but at the end of the day he does care.

For Divus, I sniffed GBF Belial’s Perfume because I wanted to get inspired (and I sort of headcanon they smelled alike) but it went horny too fast. 

Divus is naturally intrigued with you, and he’s also very aware you’re attracted to him. So it amuses him to fluster you. He’s very aware of how good-looking he is, and he doesn’t mind flirting with people.

How I chose to portray Divus is actually based on how @avionvadion writes Divus in her story “Once Upon A Dream.” please check it out! It’s a super cute fanfic about a girl in Twisted Wonderland~ 

Ashton... I was surprised at how fast I was able to write his piece actually hahha. I went with a no braincell, but cheerful and all-around good guy. 

I don’t think there was a lot of Ashton to really research about, but... I just tried to make him good guy Gaston... for now xD 

Ver iii--it went Floyd, Jamil, Jade, Rook, Lilia, and Epel.

There’s this scene in, I think, the first episode of Avatar: The Legend of Aang where Appa wouldn’t fly. So Sokka just straight up... insulted? Appa? i guess. Then Appa suddenly COULD fly, and Sokka was just straight up amazed and yelling... Yeah that was my primary inspiration for Floyd’s story.

Floyd... Floyd is twins with Jade, let’s not forget that. I’m sure Floyd is actually really intelligent, he just isn’t in the mood to be sometimes. Hence he’s able to really understand something when you say something seriously. I think Floyd would always take you seriously when you say something important. 

For Jade’s story, my inspiration was the story of my dad tripping. It was only witnessed by him and mom. My mom talked about how terrifying it was to watch a six foot tall man fall down. My dad just found it funny. Hence, I thought, Jade should trip. 

Other than that, the general idea I wanted was that it’s our time to pamper Jade. He’s one of the two characters who I know would love to pamper his reader. So this was his lover’s chance to pamper him. Also, he’s also one of two characters who would have an idea about your insane strength.

Jamil, much like Jade, is the type of guy who pampers the people he loves. He doesn’t take to being pampered too well. He’s not used to it. 

Jamil also appreciates getting his hard work recognized, so I’m sure he has a praise kink hahah. He’s also easily embarrassed. I think Jamil needs someone who acknowledges all of his hard work, who also accepts his mistakes. 

Epel was the last one to write, and actually a genuine struggle for me. I always... end up writing something in relation to his struggles with his face and femininity. Epel is someone who wants to be seen as a real man, so I worried about what he’d think of a reader who had the strength he wanted. 

I figured if it was anyone else, it might inspire jealousy in Epel--but because it was his lover, he was able to push aside his negative feelings and look at the bright side. You’re truly his ideal, and he wants to learn how to be strong from you.

Rook was another tough one. There did exist a version where you surprise him... but the more I thought about it, the more I found it impossible for Rook to not know or not have an idea. He’s the other character who would have an idea about your strength.

On that note, thinking about a romantic partner for Rook... I thought what was best was someone who wouldn’t find him odd. Who would actually try to learn about him. 

Lilia’s... was also pretty easy given he enjoyed hanging upside down a lot in the main story hahah. Lilia cute, I love him. Also, when will Lilia stop messing with Idia? Probably never tbh. 

I touched upon the topic of mortality and immortality, but because I wanted this to be lighthearted--I chose not to pursue it. It would drag the mood down, but honestly--it’s something we can’t ignore and is very integral in relationships with Lilia or Malleus.

[snicketstrange]

The principle of mirroring in TBL

The principle of mirroring in TBL was presented to me by Dante, and this principle was one of the things that made me rethink much of my theory. In short, the principle is that TBL was written prioritizing aesthetics. In other words, there is a certain equivalence between two timelines, and therefore any theory that is really valid for TBL must take this reality into account. The validity of this principle was shown to me in several examples, from the cover of TBL, to the format of the letters, and the choice of words. My last theory about TBL is actually an attempt to explain the reason within Lemony Snicket's universe for most of the effects caused by the mirroring principle that was apparently in Daniel Handler's mind when he wrote TBL. In summary, my last theory proposes that one (and only one) of Beatrice Jr's letters to Lemony Snicket was placed in the chronologically wrong order. That is, the letter BB to LS # 1 was originally written after the letter BB to LS # 3. The logic of my theory is that Beatrice Jr found the letters to Beatrice Sr at Lemony's office (as she recorded in BB to LS # 2). At that time Lemony had not yet published the books, as Beatrice Jr did not recognize the paperweight as being a leech, and she had only heard rumors about Lemony's research (in other words, she had not yet read the books). In this same letter, she states that the first letter she sent may never have arrived. In other words, the fictional TBL editor mistakenly deduced that BB to LS # 1 was in fact Beatrice Jr's first chronological letter to Lemony, when in fact the first chronological letter never reached Lemony's hands. And that is why in BB to LS # 1 there are quotes related to My Silence Knot and bat training. The question is: if this is true, it is necessary to take into account the mirroring principle. Dante showed that it is difficult to accept this theory due to the fact that all other letters continue to follow the chronological order. Because if it was Daniel Handler's intention to mix the chronological order of the letters in this way, he probably would have made the mix much better and more evident. Changing the chronological order of just one of the letters does not seem to be the simplest way to resolve the situation, and so most people have come to the conclusion that Beatrice Jr had information about My Silence Knot and bat training. But now, we get to the heart of this text. Does my theory pass the mirroring principle test? In other words, is there one (and only one) of the letters sent from Lemony to Beatrice Sr that is out of chronological order? And the answer is YES !! Please compare the letters LS to BB # 3 and LS to BB # 4. These letters contain elements that indicate that they are in the wrong chronological order. The letter LS to BB # 4 was written before LS to BB # 3. Here are some reasons that lead me to this conclusion. In LS to BB # 3, Lemony states that R's mother died and that she will therefore need to leave the TDP and assume her role as Duchess of Winnipeg. However, in LS to BB # 4 Lemony states that R is still working in the newspaper, as R plays cards with Lemony and she beats Lemony in the game (she doesn't seem to be too concerned with life's difficulties unlike Lemony who doesn't can focus on the strategy of the game). (With respect to R's identity, I can only say that apparently all other references to R in TBL seem to refer to Duchess of Winnipeeg. It doesn't seem to me that Daniel Handler wanted to refer in TBL to someone other than the Duchess by using the initial R. The phraseology used to refer to card games seems to indicate that Lemony plays cards for several evenings, as if this were a routine. So, the most likely reading is that the Duchess lived in the City, and met Lemony socially almost every evening. ) 

In LS to BB # 4, the performance of Beatrice's play is taking place in several cities far from the City. We know this because Lemony sends the letter via bats, and states in the letter that she will meet Beatrice in a few weeks. On the other hand, when Lemony wrote BB to LS # 3, Beatrice's performance in the City was due to happen that same week, on Friday. Lemony says at the end "See you in few days". This is in contrast to the ending of BB to LS # 4 where he states "See you in a few weeks".

I agree that My Silence Knot has been performed several times in the City and Lemony must have seen them all (or at least most). But the night in question when Beatrice introduced My Silence Kont after receiving the letter BB to LS # 3 was special and unique. And I'll talk more about that in a little bit.

Regarding the departure of the Duchess of TDP, although this is not stated by Lemony in BB to LS # 3 this is very clear. Her exit is going to cause the change in the functions of employees in TDP. Before R left, Lemony's role was to check the spelling errors in the newspaper's records. After R's departure, Lemony went on to a VERY IMPORTANT role for this theory: He became a theater critic. This is an important chronological fact. Please consider the sequence of events that I am proposing completely before disagreeing with each individual part: 1 - Lemony wrote BB to LS # 4 saying that Beatrice is far away making several presentations of My SIlence Knot in countryside cities. According to LS to BB # 4, that was the tour's last performances. By that time she had already done some performances in the City, and Lemony attended those performances. We have correctly deduced that in this letter he indicates that he will propose to Beatrice a few weeks after he writes the letter. This would happen after her first re-presentation in the City. 2 - After a few weeks have passed and Beatrice is already in the City, her first re-presentation (and the last) is to take place that week, on Friday. On this day or the following days before Friday, Lemony becomes a theater critic. This happened because of R.'s mother's death (Not before that, according to LS to BB # 3). It is in this letter, LS to BB # 3 that Lemony asks Beatrice to use a hatpin as a signal for the midnight meeting. In other words, this sign was created by Lemony after the death of R's mother when he was about to become a theater critic. Now compare that deduction with what is written in LS to BB # 5, which is the letter I am using to confirm my deduction. Note this detail: "Question four - No, I don't think so. I remember the performance, of course, and I remember your splendid costume, and I remember the hatpin you dropped off the stage, and I remember the argument I had with Eleanora Poe the next morning, when I was more than an hour late in turning in my theatrical review ... " These words confirm that that specific presentation that Lemony was referring to in LS to BB # 3 happened after Lemony became a theater critic, which was after the death of R's mother, which was that same week. That special night, Beatrice used the hatpin as a signal to be able to meet Lemony safely at midnight. The evidence indicates that it was on that night, and not before, that Lemony proposed to Beatrice. In LS to BB # 5 Lemony wrote that the R ring was placed on one of Beatrice's fingers that night, after the waiters indicated that the cafe was already closed. (After all, the meeting took place at midnight). Through this interpretation, we understand the poem My Silence Knot more fully. This poem was specific to that specific night. Although Lemony has already seen the play My Silence Knot, the only time Beatrice inserted the poem My Silence Knot in the play program was that specific night. Which is why Beatrice asked a question about that poem that night. In the poem Beatrice wrote: "Hatpin serves as part of my disguise". She wrote about it after receiving the letter BB to LS # 3. She presented this poem in the same week that Lemony became a theater critic. She also wrote: "A piece of mail fails to arrive one day". She must have been talking about the letter that never came, which Lemony referred to when she wrote "2 weeks after my last letter" in LS to BB # 4. Beatrice received LS to BB # 4 with that written on her and realized that a letter that never arrived was missing. So she talked about it in the poem My Silence Knot, which was written after she received LS to BB # 3.Furthermore, Lemony's expression that she hoped Beatrice would never wear the butterfly costume again seems to indicate that this was going to be the last performance of the play My Silence Knot. That is why the poem of that program that night was so important and so difficult to find many years later. The poem was presented in only a single section of the play. See continuation of question 4: "but I don't remember anything about the theatrical program. If I held a program I don't remember opening it. If I opened it I don't remember seeing a poem. If I saw a poem I don't remember reading it, and if I read it I don't remember rereading it, and if a reread itI don't remember being puzzled or continuing to be puzzled. "Beatrice asked about that specific program that specific night . I think there is enough evidence to state that Daniel Handler's intention was that the night of the marriage proposal would happen on the same day that Beatrice dropped her hatpin as a signal for the midnight meeting. And if that really happened, the letter LS to BB # 3 must necessarily have been written after LS to BB # 4.

I recognize that in LS to BB # 3 Lemony does not mention anything about a possible marriage proposal. I wouldn't mention it either ... After all, a marriage proposal in general is something that happened by surprise. Lemony had already talked about asking Betrice something. If he insisted on this matter, it is clear that she would realize that this "something" was something intimate, not something related to VFD. It is easy to see why the fictional TBL editor confused the order of these letters. The introduction of the letter BB to LS # 4 states "2 weeks after my previous letter", but the editor did not take into account a simple truth: one of Lemony's letters to Beatrice simply did not reach Beatrice's hands. And because he did not take this into account, he confused the chronological order of the letters. This is a mirror !!! This means that my theory passes the mirror test. Both in Beatrice Jr's letters to Lemony and in Lemony's letters to Beatrice Sr there is a letter missing, and the lack of that letter led the fictional editor to err the order of the letters when publishing the book. That was the author's intention! And I reinforce: "I finally understood TBL".

[glitterians]

Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin / Namjoon x Seokjin / Hoseok x Yoongi / Past Jungkook x Yoongi  | Genre: Adult / Cyberpunk / Dystopian / Non-idol AU | Rating: Explicit / 18+ | Word Count: 4k | Warnings: Explicit sexual content in later chapters / Violence / Drug Use / Slut shaming / Explicit Language / Mental Health Issues / Morally Grey

(Crossposted on AO3. I’m on Chapter 8, if you prefer to read it there.)

Chapter 1: Body/Prison

Seoul, 2113

Outside always smelt metallic.

 The boisterous sounds from the illuminated highway. The tall-as-the-sky buildings. The ever changing holographic ads, displaying in the walls whatever was in vogue. - A new Tesla car. A haute couture brand. - Everything that could satisfy the frivolousness from those living at the highest district. A simulation of a perfect world. A world with perfect looking people, perfect hairstyles and makeup, perfect clothes, perfect homes. Everything was good. Everyone was happy.

 The lone figure standing in the roof sighs. Unconsciously running a hand through his neatly combed dark hair. His sparkly jacket reflecting the neon city lights. Tailor-made. Everything about his life was like that. Privileged. The 1%.

 In the distance he could hear the faint sound of sirens. That was the other side. Outside from politicians and businessmen, no one from his social hierarchy was allowed to go near that part of Seoul. It was imperfect. 

 “Park-nim”

 Jumping slightly after being surprised, he turns his head to the source of the voice. His bodyguard. A relatively young man, no older than 25. He wore a black suit, not as high quality as the clothes everyone else wore. After all, he wasn’t part of their world, he was just a worker for them.

 “Your father is searching for you”

 Nodding, he walks to the rooftop door. The bodyguard standing behind. That was his place. Never in front.

 Both were walking silently through the highly illuminated hallways leading to the office. The sound of their footsteps echoing. It was almost midnight, everyone inside their rooms already. The young man stops suddenly, turning towards the man behind him. 

 “Namjoon” He was high class. There was no need for him to use honorifics. “Have you thought about what I asked?” Turning off his holographic monocle, the addressed man nods.

 “I can’t. It’s risky” He answers crudely. Wanting to end the conversation as fast as he could. He had a task at hand and the boy was taking time from it. “Everyone knows your face”

 “So? I can dress-up. You know how. You’re from there”

 “Your father awaits, Park-nim. You already know he doesn’t like to be kept waiting” Motioning for him to keep walking, he turns on his monocle again. Pouting, the boy turns to the front.

“You promised” He says lowly. An uncomfortable silence accompanying them the rest of the way. They stop in front of a tall, metallic door. The bodyguard, Namjoon, tapping a code on a panel next to it, taking a step back as the door opens.

 “Thank you, Namjoon. You can retire for the night” A voice says from the inside. The dark haired boy steps inside. His father was sitting at his desk, typing on a tablet. Motioning towards the chair in the front, never taking his eyes away from the screen. “Jimin, your 21st birthday is coming. You know what that means?”

 Jimin was well aware that his father never expected answers. He did all the talking by himself. But this time the silence got too long. Was he actually expecting him to answer? The man looked up from the screen. Getting up, he walks across the room, towards the tall windows facing the streets.

 “One day you will be the one in front of this corporation. That is, if you’re ever ready. The council doesn’t believe you will ever be ready, and son, I don’t believe it either” Jimin cringes at his words. His father had always been harsh towards him. Whatever he does, it never seems to please him. “You aren’t man enough to take over, but letting the corporation go to someone else…” He grimaces. “Next week, after your 21st birthday, you will be enrolled in the military. No ‘buts’, no excuses from your mother. You need to toughen up. Become a man” He says, roughly grabbing his son’s face in between his thumb and his index finger. “Understood?” Jimin nods with difficulty. His father smiles, content with the answer, or by the pained expression in his son’s face. “Now go to the entrance. I’ll call the driver”

 Feeling tears welling in his eyes, Jimin blinks rapidly. He couldn’t allow his father to see him being weak. He had enough knowing already how his father hated his soft voice, his small frame, his delicate features. From the outside they were the poster family. The Park family, owners of the biggest corporation in all United Korea. Looking perfect in magazine covers and fundraising galas. Inside their lavish penthouse is where the masks came off. To say his parents hated each other was an understatement. Jimin has wondered since a young age if his parents ever loved each other. Screaming. Infidelities. Long periods ignoring each other. At least his mother loved him. She had always been his shield. The one to tell him he was beautiful whenever his father told him he was a disappointment. All he knew was that a mother’s love couldn’t be faked.

 The entrance was dark and cold. Sitting in a leather couch, he gets out his phone. Notifications illuminating in front of him. A lone message awaiting him. 

  KNJ, read the sender. 

 He had to keep it in secret, knowing there was the possibility of his father having his phone monitored. 

 Opening the message, just a single word. 

  네  .  Yes.

 He smiles. He knew he would change his mind.

 Hearing the footsteps from his father nearing, he puts his phone inside his jacket and gets up. That’s what was expected from him, the perfect son. 

 🐇🐇🐇

 Park Corporation owned the entirety of United Korea. They were even bigger than the government; playing an important role in the reunification of South and North Korea in 2070, it was the least they could do for them. From the security, technology and the food industry, to banks and universities, almost everything had been owned by the Park family for nearly 5 decades. At least everything that was important. Minor corporations took care of transportation and entertainment industries.

 Park Sr. had to be the biggest figure in the country. Respected by everyone. Whatever he said, it was rule. Whoever was the president in turn only had to comply to the whims and wishes of the Park family. 

 After the reunification. Park I had promised to minimize the increasing crime rates in Seoul, thus introducing the segregated districts by income. After the devaluation of the won, anyone with a an income lower than 7,000,000 won had to be sent to the mockingly called  District 7  , to remind them of the number they will never reach. Keeping safe the figures and estates of only 1%, the”valuable part of society”. Park II , despite being in front for a short period, managed to introduce the cruelest rules. Being an extremely religious person, he deemed homosexuality illegal, reintroducing inhumane practices towards those that “lived in sin”. As well as introducing the food rationing for those living in District 7, or the inability to move towards a higher social class. Park III, the current head of the corporation, had been a little bit more lenient, allowing few individuals from District 7 to start working for them, mostly doing all the work no one from the upper class wanted to do, like teaching or cooking. Still no social mobility. 

 Jimin was his only son. The future senior, Park IV, if things went well and he manned up at the military. He was the spitting image of his mother, an ex-model with a nice butt and full lips, as Park III had described her when he met her. His son was soft spoken and lacked character, that’s what made his father feel like his son will never be at the level. Fearing he will ruin everything his family had worked so hard to achieve for so long.

 The young man was aware of everything. The cruelty from his family. How his father looked down upon him and had zero expectations about him. 

 He didn’t want to be sent to the military, up in the north. He wasn’t cut for that. After eavesdropping months before, he had learned about his father’s intentions, and he started devising a plan. Luckily for him, his new bodyguard was near his age and talkative, hailing from District 7. Jimin managed to gain his trust, hinting at his plans many times, until he dared to ask him to take him to his world. At least for one day. He never went deeper on his desire to run away, in case the young man refused and went as a whistleblower to tell his father.

 Jimin was sitting in his bed, a large jacket hiding the clothes he was wearing underneath. Namjoon had sneaked them two days before, after simply saying “two”, letting him know how long until he took him.

 His father wouldn’t know. He was in Japan taking care of businesses. His mother always took sleeping pills, so she would be dead to the world for many hours. He turned off all his devices as precaution, in case his father had set extra security while he was away. But as far as he knew, no one would look for him. Namjoon was the one in charge of him after all.

 Hearing a knock on the door, he immediately turn off the lights of his room, knowing that was his cue. Sliding the door open, Namjoon stood in front of him, out of the suit he always wore. He had a leather jacket on, black cargo pants with reflective stripes at the sides and boots. Stepping aside, he let Jimin walk out, before locking the door on the panel.

 Muttering “Garage” towards the smaller boy, letting him know where they were heading. They walked in silence, keeping their hierarchy even then. Jimin kept pulling the fishnet peeking under the sleeve of his jacket, feeling nervous at what he was about to do. once they reached the garage, Namjoon walked straight to a motorcycle, handing Jimin a purple helmet while getting his on.

 “Hold tight” He said, revving up. The garage door opening after the sensor detected the sound of a vehicle. Circling his arms around the waist of the taller man, Jimin started breathing deeply. “No second thoughts, Park-nim”

 “Not at all” He said, trying to reassure himself.

 Living all his life inside cars and planes, being in a motorcycle gave Jimin a sense of freedom he had never experienced in 20 years. He was seeing the city under a different light. The lights flashing by with the speed. The metallic smell stronger than ever. 

 After almost 30 minutes, Jimin could see the distinctive shape of the wall that marked the entrance of District 7. From the panel on the motorcycle, Namjoon projected an holographic code, the large door immediately reading it and opening. The motorcycle never stopped moving. Entering the doors, Jimin noticed the lights becoming an amalgamation of pink and cyan. The streets weren’t as neat. The sound of sirens becoming louder. Sounds of screaming and drunkards could be heard in the distance. A group of boys near his age were circling around a car, probably stealing parts.

 Namjoon stopped outside an apartment building, a large billboard displaying instructions of what to do in case of a robbery.

 “Before I take you… sightseeing, we need to make you blend in” He said, fishing his keys and opening the apartment gate. Jimin became fascinated at the sight of keys, growing up in a world filled with holographic panels and controlling things through the phone. Walking up three flights of stairs, for the first time Namjoon took the lead. This was his world after all. Most of the doors looked rusty, but the one they stopped in front looked almost decent, at least it had been taken care of. Taking out the keys again, Namjoon opened the door.

 This placed looked way too different to what Jimin was accustomed to. No leather couches and marble tables, or pieces of decoration that could belong to a modern art museum. This place was modestly decorated, a worned-out couch and pallets working as a coffee table. The kitchen space, the dining room and the living room were the same room. Not as cramped as he would have imagined, but long enough to let each space differentiate itself. A small hallway led to the bathroom and where he imagined was the room, or rooms.

 The small hallway lightened at the same time a door could be heard opening, surprising Jimin. For some reason he believed Namjoon lived alone. A girlfriend?

 A really handsome man walked towards them. Medium bleach blonde hair, he was wearing a bright pink, fuzzy sweater with sequined black stripes, checkered shorts and fishnets, but what caught more his attention was the colorful makeup: turquoise eyeshadow running outside of the eyelid with a soft pink eyeshadow under the eyelid. Jimin had heard before how in District 7 colorful makeup was a staple, and he imagined that’s what Namjoon meant when he said he was going to make him “blend in”. 

 “This is Jin. He’s my… friend” Said Namjoon nervously. The tall boy laughed, sounding like a windshield, making Namjoon seem more nervous.

 “Right, your ‘friend’” He walked in front of Jimin, showing him a medium-sized makeup bag. “Sit there, the lighting is better” Taking him towards the small dining table, he set down the bag next to the helmets. 

 “I’m Park Jimin, by the…”

 “Of course I know who you are. Everyone here knows, and that’s why you’re here, to make you less you. What should we do?” He says, thoroughly looking at his face. “I like your eye color, is that natural? I’ve never seen a korean with naturally hazel eyes…”

 “Sorry, he speaks a lot” Namjoon interrupted, sitting at the couch, clearly embarrassed at Jin’s antics. “He’s a stylist, so you’re in good hands” Jin nodded, feeling proud. “And no, Jin, those are clearly contact lenses”

 Whatever Jin was doing to his face, Jimin could tell he was feeling in his element. He could only see brushes in front of his eyes, colors he wouldn't normally see in his side. Bright eyeshadows, glitters and eyeliners, a bunch of decorative pearls, rhinestones, gems and tiny fake colorful crystals.

 “Done!” Jimin opened his eyes, Jin holding a mirror in front of him “What do you think?”

 The makeup was bold. Purple eyeshadow with specks of sparkly blue eyeshadow in the middle and the corner of the eye. Long, black eyeliner starting at the middle of his eye, under the eye he had done glittery blue tears, decorated with different sized pearls and some crystals. Whatever this look was, Jimin was in shock looking at himself. 

 “I look… different” Jin laughed his windshield laugh again.

 “That’s what i intended. If we’re taking you outside, you better not look like yourself. Now take out that jacket, we’re going drinking”

 “NO, JIN, NO” Screamed Namjoon, getting up immediately “We’re only taking him around. That’s what he wanted”

 Jin took away his stuff, going back to the room, looking slightly disappointed.

 “Excuse him, we normally go out for drinks on Friday’s”

 “We could go. I won’t drink, if it makes you more comfortable” Jin pops his head out of the room, smiling.

 “You heard the kid. We can give him the tour of our lovely neighborhood if you want, but the three of us won’t fit on that motorcycle” Jimin takes off his jacket. He was wearing a short sleeved, bright pink satin shirt. Leather pants with lace up sides, and a long-sleeved fishnet undershirt. “Huh? Those are Yoon’s?”

 “They’re the closest in size. He didn’t ask that much” Feeling satisfied with the answer, Jin opened the door.

 “How should we call him?” Namjoon stopped in his tracks, staring confusedly at Jin. “We can’t introduce him by his name, how should we call him?”

 “Uhm… what about Minnie?” Offers Jimin, feeling his face reddening. Jin smiles.

 “Minnie sounds good. I’ll head straight to the club, you take him touring. Message me so I pick you both at the entrance” 

  🐇🐇🐇

When he had learned about District 7, Jimin had pictured a gray, sad-looking place, lost in time, like a city from the 2000s. Instead he was received by a colorful neon-filled place, a mixture of the last century with the high-tech of the 2100s. It was lively outside, mostly young people partying, couples hiding in alley’s illuminated in red. They seemed to live normally. none of the curfews he had read about.

 Namjoon was driving slower, explaining a little about the history of some places, historical buildings that had survived the passage of time. Jimin knew that on his side of Seoul there had been historical buildings before, but they had been destroyed in favor of skyscrapers and highways, so seeing these buildings from centuries ago was fascinating. 

 “Shit” He heard Namjoon say under his breath. Jimin could see he was attempting a sudden U-turn. Staring ahead, he could see a bunch of men in motorcycles adorned with colorful led lights. Before he could complete the turn, a motorcycle stood in front of them, stopping Namjoon. The person on the motorcycle removed his helmet, the shield illuminated with leds that resembled a bunny face. The lights were glaring near his face, making Jimin unable to see his face. He could only see slightly long, messy hair, not as long as Jin’s, but still long.

 “Long time no see, Namjoon. Thought you had ditched us for the fancy people” 

 “Fuck off, JK” Says Namjoon, his bodyguard instinct kicking in immediately, grabbing Jimin’s side, a sad attempt at hiding him. The young man in front leans his head to the side, trying to see the boy behind Namjoon.

 “Where are you taking the whore?” Jimin could feel Namjoon tensing. Whoever this JK person was, apparently Namjoon didn’t like him.

 “It’s not him, and don’t call him a whore. Ever” The boy gives a step to the front, making Namjoon grab Jimin harder.

 “Well, he’s definitely not Jin, and he’s wearing that whore’s, sorry, HIS clothes” He says, pointing with his helmet towards Jimin, finally allowing him to see his face. He was striking.

 “He’s just a kid that needed a ride. Now let us go, his mother is worrying...” Jimin gets up, forcefully removing Namjoon’s hand from is side, and takes off his helmet.

 “I’m Minnie. I work in a house on the other side, Namjoon kindly gave me a ride because I couldn’t reach the subway on time. My mother is really worried, so if you could…” He could feel JK’s stare. Maybe he was bad news, based on Namjoon’s reaction, but there was something about him that attracted Jimin. He had a mysterious aura.

 “Okay, take the fairy home” JK says with a smirk, getting his helmet on again. He makes a sign towards the group in front. “You’ll tell me later why he’s wearing that whore’s clothes” He revs up towards the group, leaving together. 

 “You shouldn’t have done that” Namjoon says coldly. 

 “He wouldn’t leave us alone, and you saw the size of that group?!” Namjoon revs up, not wanting to hear anymore. He was tense, driving angrily. Jimin was wondering if what put him on edge was the person or what he said. Back in their apartment, Jin had mentioned the clothes belonged to someone named Yoon, and that JK had said repeatedly he was a whore. Whatever it was, it had angered Namjoon a lot.

 They stopped in front of a highly illuminated building. Loud music making the floor rumble, a long line outside. Jin spotted them immediately, signaling towards a spot Namjoon could park his motorcycle. Getting off from the motorcycle, They walked to where Jin was standing, on the other side of where the line was standing.

 “Hobi already got us a table… What happened?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

 “JK” Jin made a sour face hearing the name. Whoever that person was, he was definitely no good news, Jimin concluded. They got inside. Loud electronic music pumping. People were dancing, kissing against walls, getting drunk out of their heads. They walked to a more secluded area. Namjoon plopped down immediately, Jin sitting next to him.

 “Our friend Hoseok, Hobi, he owns this place. We get preferential treatment” Jin explains, taking a small tube out of his pocket. Opening it, he takes out some colorful pills, depositing them in Namjoon’s hand. “You look like you need them” He whispers on Namjoon’s ear. The taller man nods, staring ahead, behind the pink curtain dividing them from the rest of the club. Jimin pretended he didn’t see anything.

 “JINNIE, JOON” A high voice screams on top of the music. A man with a bright heart shaped smile and auburn hair appears, holding a bottle on one hand. Pink tinted, hexagonal shaped glasses adorned his face. He was wearing a purple and cyan jacket, and some ridiculous looking sneakers.

 “This is Minnie. He’s Joonie’s friend” Says Jin, taking the bottle out of his hands. “Minnie, he’s Hobi” Jimin waves his hand. The man smiles again.

 “I love your makeup, I already know who the artist is” He says, pointing with his head at Jin. “Want something to drink, Minnie? It’s on me--”

 “He doesn’t drink” Namjoon says immediately, interrupting him. 

 “You’ll keep Yoon company then. Jin, whatever you’re carrying, give me” Jin throws the small tube towards him. Hoseok takes a two pills out. “He’s been clean for almost two months, you know?”

 “Funny how you say that while taking molly” Says Namjoon smirking. 

 “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him”

 Jimin was looking somewhere else. He knew what they were doing, but not staring gave him a sense of protection. He still was from a different world. He was just visiting. Tomorrow he would be back on his perfect palace. He didn’t feel that brave anymore.

 “HERE!” He hears Hoseok’s high voice screaming. A blue haired boy gets into the area, bright pink eyeshadow draping, melting with a softer shade of pink blush and slightly red glossy lips. If Jimin was sure about something, is that everyone around here was obsessed with bright pinks. The boy was pretty, with chubby cheeks and a button nose. He looked quite thin, but not in a healthy way. His long sleeved, graphic black shirt making him look even smaller.

 “That’s Minnie, Joon and Jin’s friend, he isn’t drinking tonight either. Sit with him” Says Hoseok at the blue haired boy, who nods in return. “Minnie, he’s Yoongi, my boyfriend” Hoseok says proudly. Jimin’s eyes widen. Boyfriend?! But that wasn’t allowed.

 “The whore?” Says Jimin without thinking, the blue haired boy visibly flinching, stopping before sitting. Noticing his mistake, Jimin’s face reddens. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, really” He says rapidly.

 “The clothes… they look good on you…” Says the boy timidly. Jimin didn’t know if that was his usual demeanor or his carelessness had broken him so fast.

 “Please, sit” Says Jimin, trying to make amends with the boy, moving to the side. “I’m truly sorry. I spoke without thinking” The boy sits next to him, looking visibly uncomfortable. Hoseok was saying something to a waiter.

 “Boys. I ordered water for both of you. Keep it cute” The other boy, Yoongi, nods. Jimin felt really bad, it was clear whatever mood he had arrived with, he had ruined it.

 “Don’t worry about it… nothing I haven’t heard before” He says in a small voice, playing with the border of his sleeves. The other three were deep in conversation, completely ignoring the awkward pair next to them.

 “How old are you…?” Jimin asks, trying to break the ice. 

 “21” The boy says quietly. Immediately grabbing the glass the waiter was giving him and drinking. Jimin grabs his with a ‘Thanks’. 

 “I’ll be 21 too in 5 days” Jimin says with a smile, trying to appear friendly. Yoongi just nods. Whatever chance he had at some sort of good time with the boy, he had ruined it completely. They sat there in silence for what felt an eternity. Whatever trance Yoongi was in, was broken the moment Jin took Namjoon’s hand, leading him towards the dancefloor. Hoseok stood too, visibly drunk, circling his arms around the smaller boy and kissing his neck.

 “Dance with me” He whispers wetly against his neck, making Yoongi smile. He gets up and both follow the same path as the other couple. Being left alone, Jimin started reflecting on the biggest piece of information he had received in the last hour. In his world being gay was wrong, it was banned and penalized. Why they were so open and free about it. Didn’t they know what they were risking? What Namjoon was risking if that information ever leaked in the upper side?

 Jimin felt someone looming over him. Turning behind him, Jimin is met with JK standing there. His handsome features more visible now.

“I suppose you gave a fuck about your mother after all, fairy” He sips from his bottle of beer. Jimin gets up, facing the taller man. 

 “You followed us?”

 “Don’t think the world revolves around you, fairy. This is still a free country… Unless your father is thinking about removing more things from us” Jimin didn’t notice at which moment the man had cornered him to the wall. He knew.

 “How…?”

 “The other dumbfucks may be naive enought to not realize, or they’re just playing along for Namjoon” He grabs Jimin’s chin on between his thumb and his index finger. “Everyone knows your face. Your family is the reason we live like this” He lets go of his face. “But let me tell you something, fairy. You’re not like them. For some reason you decided to play dress-up and come see our misery. You’re above the pieces of shit you live with. Now you’ve seen, you can actually do something” He caresses his cheek. Jimin feels electricity running through his veins. JK turns towards the dancefloor. “Look at them. This is the only place we can be who we truly are” His fingers go down to his neck, whatever space between them was nonexistent. “No societal expectations” Jimin could feel his lips nibbling his ear. “No rules” Jimin closes his eyes. The close contact making feel things he had never felt before. “You belong here, fairy” And just like that, he goes away, leaving Jimin breathing heavily. Confused. Staring at the bodies dancing in between the colorful lights. The music in sync with his heartbeat.

 Whatever had happened between them, he wanted more.

Next Chapter

[prism-sakura-s]

Animal Skins AU

Finally have the courage to make my own au and release it into the world so here it is: an animal brides au inspired by overly sarcastic production’s latest video and cosmo sheldrake’s “the moss”

(Warning: murder/hunting mention, death mention, gun mention, lmk if there’s anymore)

Setting: a mythical world similar to ours, but quite different because I didn’t want to worry about where specific animals lived. so basically the only differences is where all the animals live

Characters

Logan Tala

species: human

sexuality: aromantic asexual

gender: male

raised in an orphanage run by nuns

graduate of The Saint Teresa College, also run by the nuns he grew up with

having been brought up in a catholic school with a mostly conservative staff, it wasn’t until he met Sister Tanya, a closeted lesbian asexual nun, that he started to accept his sexuality.

loves nature and space, but is strangely indifferent to robots, stating that “The truly compelling kind of science, is the kind that was not created by mankind, and therefore can never truly be understood.”

he’s poetic like that

while very intelligent and appreciative of the goals and services the educational system provides, he also (rather surreptitiously) absolutely hates it due to its outdated method of shoving information down students’ throats without giving any real thought or care to keep the pupils interested. not to mention the fact that homework and projects can keep a student up late at various hours, thus throwing off their circadian system and not letting them get the required time for sleep

is the kind to scroll wikipedia for hours

Patton Uycoco

species: human

sexuality: bisexual

gender: demiboy

went to the same school as Logan, and is his closest friend

also struggled with their sexuality as well as their gender, not really experiencing dysphoria but feeling like something was off

was introduced to Sr. Tanya by Logan, who helped them come to terms with their orientations

loved animals, but mostly just mammals, birds, and cute fishes. anything creepy-looking or said to be dangerous (snakes, spiders, nautilus, sharks, octopuses are a bit in-between, etc.) were squicks for them

cartoon and musical lover!

loved Dodie (yes she exists in this au because I can and also she’s basically a goddess and deserves to be in every universe) as well as some other mainstream artists (still loves 1D, cried when they broke up)

Roman Sanders

species: therianthropic (deer)

sexuality: gay af

gender: male

brother of Remus Sanders

ADHD

half therianthropic, half human. his mother was therianthropic, a deer capable of turning into a human. she fell in love with roman’s father and married him, giving birth to Roman and Remus shortly after. however, only Roman inherited her (technically) shape-shifting powers

his mother was killed by a hunter when he was 15

was homeschooled by both his parents along with his brother, but after his mother died was educated by his father only

not incredibly fond that his “spectacular skill” consists of turning into a deer. often wishes he could be something more “brave and dangerous”, like a lion or bear. has even occasionally said he’d settle on a horse, because “at least those beautiful creatures can knock a b*tch out”

not that he disrespects his mother, of course

Roman really misses her

loves his brother, but is also incredibly creeped out by him so he never admits it

loud

loves (hyperfixates on) musicals, the occasional video game, cartoons, mythology, greek and latin history and architecture, and literature

met Logan at a history convention, swapped numbers and eventually became close friends. was introduced to Patton shortly after and bonded over their shared love of cartoons and musicals

Virgil Noctis

species: therianthropic (leopard cat)

sexuality: panromantic, asexual

gender: genderfluid

hard of hearing due to a gunshot they heard when they were very young

ran away in a panic and ended up at a small cottage owned by a sweet farmer lesbian couple

was adopted by the lesbians and grew up under their care

attended Greenfield for grade school and high school, but never attended college as they didn’t have enough money to afford it

very very anxious, especially about their disability

(they can’t hear people, though they can read lips well, what if they react wrong? they can’t even hunt properly, what if they get eaten in the wild?)

they can, in fact, communicate and hunt well :)

often uses their phone to communicate with others

was very nervous when they came out to their moms about being genderfluid, and while their parents were confused at first, they eventually learned to understand and accept their child’s gender orientation

needs to have headphones or loud speakers in order to listen to music

likes emo music (mcr, tøp, p!atd etc. because those exist here too yay) as well as dodie, tessa violet, orla gartland and lauren aquilina

(plus billie eilish of course)

very interested in conspiracies

met Roman while hanging out in the woods

(they saw him turn into a human and freaked out before remembering that it was a thing some people did sometimes and oh yeah they are one of those people)

Remus Sanders

species: human

sexuality: aro-spec, a-spec (questioning)

gender: trans male

twin brother of Roman Sanders

actually a bit jealous of Roman for getting all the cool powers, but still loves him nonetheless

also loves annoying his baby brother to death

(yes, baby brother, albeit by an hour)

also misses his mother a lot, though he’ll admit he was closer to his father

dysphoric, always tries his best to feel like a guy though he hates polo shirts or... anything with a folded collar

loves creepy/scary animals, movies, games etc.

watches conspiracy videos on the daily like Virgil, but likes to focus more on paranormal activities

speaking of Virgil, when they first met he did creep them out a bit, but discovered they both watched conspiracy videos and bonded from there

met the others through Roman

Dante

species: therianthropic (timber rattlesnake)

sexuality: queer

gender: agender

human contact whats that

yeah so basically they only learned how to speak from the passing hunters and hikers in the forest as well as the other therianthropic animals

sometimes they would obtain and collect books (doesn’t matter where from and how, not important) and eventually taught themselves how to read

kinda sick of being the kind of animal that humans screamed at and ran away from upon seeing them

and if it wasn’t that, it would normally involve being captured

he always escapes of course

the first time they were handled by a human without malicious intent was by a 16-year old Remus, who tripped over them while on a leisurely stroll to find some tarantulas

Remus brought them home and housed them kindly

he was the first person Dante revealed his human self to

long story short Dante moved in with the Sanders family and perfected their English during their stay there

also Roman screamed like a little girl upon seeing Dante for the first time

he denies it’s ever happened

Remy Diaz-Picani

species: human

sexuality: gay

gender: deminonbinary

a nature photographer

married to Emile

Emile Diaz-Picani

species: human

sexuality: gay, aceflux

gender: male

a zoologist, works in tandem with Remy

married to Remy

Anyways, that’s all I got for now, I might add some stuff later on. Also if I made any mistakes regarding Virgil’s disability or the like, please let me know, this would be my first attempt at writing disabilities in a (hopefully) pretty big project like this.

[utaprifanzine]

Shining Live Fanzine: Concept Pitch

I believe @utapri-idol-hell has already mentioned this upcoming project on her blog so, without further delay, this is the completed concept pitch for an SL-themed Utapri fanzine!

(Note: there is also a link to this post on twitter! If you have a twitter account, please consider retweeting the post from this account so that non-tumblr users can also see this!)

I would like to first put emphasis on the fact that this is a concept pitch. That means this is a presentation of the initial idea to anyone who might be interested in this project. At this point in time, most of the rules and concepts are still malleable - they can be changed and shaped according to feedback from this post.

If you are interested in this project (as either a contributor or as someone who would want to acquire a copy of the zine) please consider filling out this feedback form. Any responses will be useful to determine how the zine moves forward, but the feedback is particularly important in regards to the “Application Methods” section of this post (see below).

There are, however, three rules which are already “set” and would not be changed. They are as follows:

This zine would feature work from both artists and writers.

Due to Broccoli’s history with ordering “cease and desist”s against utapri doujin artists, this would be a non-profit zine. Thus, digital copies would be completely free.

The concept for this zine is based on the intention of it being a fun project that would appeal to the majority of the fanbase. Therefore, some rules are set in place to avoid content that might spark conflict and/or be geared towards a specific audience.

Below the cut, this post is split into three sections: Concept, Rules, and Application Methods. Each section is clearly noted with a header. “Concept” covers the general theme, content, and layout; “Rules” covers additional restrictions and/or allowances for the zine content; and “Application Methods” covers various possible ways a writer or artist could possibly apply to do a page for the zine. That last section is particularly important, because at the moment the application method for the zine has yet to be decided and the final decision will depend feedback.

There’s quite a bit of information below, so for anyone who is dyslexic or has any other reading difficulties, the most important information is in bold.

The ask box is also open for anyone who has any additional questions, or would like further expansion on something mentioned in the following text.

Please also consider reblogging this post so more people can see it!

The initial concept for this zine, was that it would (hopefully) be the first in a series of SL-themed zines that followed the chronological release pattern of the in-game events and gachas.

This seemed to be a good way to establish a kind of content equilibrium, so that no specific character/event/gacha appeared too often or too little. The pages would be themed after the events/gachas and each one would have a specific amount of pages allotted to it. Since KLab has only screwed the rotation once thus far, it seems like an easier method of creating balance.

Originally, it was going to be an annual digital zine with a high page count. However, since people have expressed their interest in physical copies of a zine, the concept was revised into something that would also translate well into physical format.

The following are the revised restrictions/guidelines for the current concept of the zine:

The total page count would be 44 pages. This includes the front/back cover, index and closing pages.

The content would cover from the release of the game (Aug/Sept 2017) up through January 2018. This covers 8 gacha and 10 events, not including the SL UR set which would also be featured.

Each event and gacha would be allotted two A4 pages of content - one for art and one for a piece of flash fiction. The cover and its related story would have double that amount: front/back cover + a two page short story.

The zine would have the potential to run in both physical and digital formats. Digital zines would be completely free (hence, non-profit project) however they will still require the purchaser to put in an order/request for the file. There will be no public download link posted.

All contributors are entitled to a digital copy without placing a request. Free physical copies may be a possibility, but that depends on a number of factors (namely the amount of contributors, zine orders, and if a print run is made at all) so I can’t promise anything at this point.

Print runs would be made if there is enough demand for physical copies, and there would only be one run per zine. This is reduce the risk of Broccoli viewing the zine production as a competitive merchandise and thereby becoming offended by the project.

(The following rules were put in place regarding the intentions and concept for the zine. Since this is a concept pitch, each rule is followed by an explanation of why it exists. If you believe any rule is unnecessary, or flawed, please note that in the feedback form! Passive-aggressively ranting about it on twitter doesn’t help!)

The UR Rule

The featured UR pair (for gachas) or the featured UR/SR pair (for events) MUST be the focus of the piece. Other characters can be mentioned and/or appear, but the piece has to be clearly centered on the two featured characters for that set/event. This is to help ensure the balance of content set by following the release patterns.

This goes without saying, but the pieces must also be themed after the event/gacha for which they are the pages for. A simple mention, hint, or acknowledgement toward the set/event isn't strong enough to be considered a theme.

Non-Shining Live Characters Are Allowed

Although the zine will be SL themed, all other characters that are part of the Utapri franchise can be featured within artwork and fiction pieces submitted to the zine. Since they’re official characters, I see no reason to purposely block them out.

The UR rule still applies, however, so these characters cannot become the focus of the pieces.

Keep it PG 13/15

This is partly in place to acknowledge the younger fans of the franchise (as well as those who aren't big fans of higher rated content) and partly because there is no fail-safe way to verify someone's age over the internet.

There are a lot of minors who consume and produce adult content for this fandom, and while their choices are theirs to make (I'm not the fandom police, it's none of my business), I don't want this project to be held responsible for distributing inappropriate content to minors in case issues do arise.

It's also worth noting that this rule does not only apply to sexual content (because some people think R18 only means sex). A piece depicting other mature themes - such as serious cannibalism, gore, or class A drug use - would not be acceptable.

No Romantic Ships

I feel like this is going to be the least popular rule, so the explanation for this is twice as long. Hear me out for a minute, and, if by the end you still think it’s unnecessary, by all means put that on the response form!

There are two main reasons for this rule.

Firstly, although shipping as a concept is extremely popular within fandom, individual ships still only cater to very specific audiences within the fanbase. No matter which way you twist it, no matter the popularity of any given ship, no single ship is universal. Some fans don't even connect to the idea of shipping in the first place.

Under most circumstances, that's completely fine, but within the context of a fanzine that's intended to appeal to as much of the fanbase as possible, allowing ships starts to seem very juxtaposed to that goal.

Case and point: if I have to include an extra contents page that lists all of the ships mentioned inside the zine so people can pick and/or avoid certain ones, that, to me, completely negates the idea of having a zine that most people can just pick up and read without issue.

Secondly, as I'm sure most people already know, ships are a primary source of conflict and motivator for harassment within fandom.

In terms of problems arising from including ships in a fanzine, I'm mainly worried about contributing artists/writers as well as the other admins getting harassed for content they did or didn't include within the zine. As someone who has not only seen utapri fan blogs run offline because of ship-based anon hate, but has also seen people ridiculed and kicked out of groups for not liking a popular ship, I would rather not risk exposing contributors and admins to that kind of toxic behavior.

When thinking about potential application methods for zine contributors, I realized that the traditional method - where people send in entries and these entries are reviewed/accepted/denied by an admin panel - may not be the best suited for a project that a) is supposed to be fun, not stressful and b) is looking for as many applicants as possible to hopefully be a success.

After brainstorming several alternative ways that applications could be handled, I decided the best possible way to choose one, would be to ask people who are interested in contributing to the zine how they would prefer to apply. After collecting the feedback, the most popular application method would be the one used for this zine.

The following are three different possible application methods. Each has a description of how it would work followed by a list of pros and cons for that method.

Method 1: First Come, First Serve

This method is very well-known, and very straightforward. Essentially, the list of available pages is posted at a specified time and date, and contributors would simply message the zine admins to claim whichever pages they want to contribute for. The first person to claim that particular page is the person who that page is allocated to.

Method 2: Random Chance

There are two variations of this method.

Application for Specific Pages: using this method, applicants would apply for specific pages at any point during the application period. Then, once the period has ended, the contributing artist/writer would be drawn at random for each page.

General Application: using this method, applicants would apply to the zine in general during the application period then, once the period has ended, the contributing writers/artists for all the pages would be drawn from the same pool. Applicants would be allowed to veto certain characters/sets/events and trade among each other if desired.

Method 3: Traditional Application

This is the method that’s most often used to manage and select applications for a zine.

An applicant would send in an entry form during the application period that contains, among other possible things, which pages they would like to apply for and an example of their work. At the end of the period, all entry forms are reviewed by the admins and the contributors for each page are decided by majority/unanimous vote. 

And that’s everything! Please consider filling out the feedback form if you have the time!

[teddystrap]

[神なる君と] Osananajimi Duo - Narumi

This game is like a time capsule from back in the pre-2012 days, before the do-S trend took hold and every playable guy became an abusive asshole. Our heroine has a feisty personality and witty comebacks, and the whole story is packed with funny moments - which just goes to show, Otomate can put out quality stuff... when they want to.

Incidentally I also really love the Shinto theme and the familiarity of rural small-town Japan, which actually makes me a bit nostalgic for the time I spent there.

[Synopsis] 17-year-old Kamiki Sakuya is helping out at her friend’s shrine, when suddenly some strange dude in wasou cosplay appeared under a *magical tree* and started babbling something about a 1000-year promise. When she came to, she had been made the Goddess of the shrine, to replace the current God - the aforementioned strange dude, Mikoto - for a short while until the hoshimatsuri (lit. ‘start festival’), an annual tradition of the town. The main routes take place within this time frame.

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-Sakaki Narumi-

Narumi is Sakuya’s classmate, childhood best friend, and heir to the Kunihoshi Shrine. From a young age, he has able to see supernatural things, which made everyone think he's a freak and caused his parents to abandon him. His grandfather, the shrine owner, took him in and raised him as his successor. For a while he was bullied by the kids at school due to his abilities, and thus he developed a lone-wolf, withdrawn, thorny personality. Sakuya was the only person who genuinely accepted him unconditionally, and he pretty much fell in love with her at first sight.

Narumi's route basically runs on two ideas:

1. The social position difference, between him (religious minister/'servant') and Sakuya (Goddess). This idea was leveraged in one of his ema minigames, and in the beginning he sort of uses this as a cover up for the real reason they're forbidden to date:

2. It turns out, there’s a 1000-year curse that runs in his family:

1000 years ago, the Sakaki family were well-to-do religious ministers, and the town was protected under a shield by the gods. The family had a daughter, who fell in love with a demon. She let the demon into the town, and he ended up causing great destruction. As punishment, the gods stripped her family of their title and assets, placed a curse on her, and used her as bait to kill the demon.

Despite all this, however, she refused to lift her curse by renouncing her love for the demon and erasing all their shared memories. A certain god (ahem *Mikoto*) took pity on her and erased all her memories anyway #forherowngood, and she spent her last days roaming the land as an amnesiac, trying to reclaim something important that she couldn’t remember.

This curse forbids anyone in the Sakaki family from falling in love with a God or a demon. If they do, they will be gradually deprived of their five senses, until they finally become entirely cut off from the outside world. And for 1000 years everybody has abided by this rule... until Narumi. After Sakuya realised her feelings for him, she tried to confess to him, but got cockblocked left and right by Yakumo (who was probably used by Fate to stop her). Then she wrote him a love letter with hilarious spelling errors, and after he read it, he told her he felt the same way, but they could never be together. ;_;

‘Please be my weirdo.’

Narumi actually thought (mistakenly) that the curse will hurt her, but when Mikoto clarified that it will only affect him, he was immediately like, "LET'S FALL IN LOVE." XD ...It didn't take long for symptoms of the curse to manifest in him. He looked for ways to overcome it, and came to the hypothesis that the hoshimatsuri may be a test of the strength of their #lovebond vs #damnedcurse.

Near the end of the hoshimatsuri he was almost completely senile. So then Sakuya, who had been plotting her own #evilmasterplan all this time, couldn't take it anymore. She took him under the *magical tree* and planned to break their bond right there and then. But then Narumi was like STOP, WOMAN. At which point you have a choice whether to (a) accept his opinion or (b) ignore him because at this rate he's gonna turn into Ronald Reagan.

It sounds almost like she wants to challenge him to a bare-knuckle fistfight under this tree.

a. Good End: Well it turns out Sakuya didn't have to make this choice. While she's hesitating, Narumi kisses her to shut her mouth, and their love successfully overcomes the curse. One year later, Sakuya is being inducted into their shrine as a minister. They plan to go to religious university together to get their religious certification (can you tell I don't really know much about this lol),... and Narumi suddenly drops down one knee and asks for her hand.ヾ(｡>﹏<｡)ﾉﾞ✧*

b. Tragic End: Through a blizzard of... uhh... white light, Sakuya thanks him for the good times, before their memories are erased. A year later, she visits the shrine and sees him there doing chores. They don't recognise each other at all, but she suddenly gets a momentary flashback of their time together, and starts crying without knowing why. They part ways after exchanging some pleasantries. - This must be one of Otomate's favourite motifs, because it's a sad ending but still makes you feel warm and fuzzy, knowing that they are better off than the actual curse ending.

I feel this way about Life sometimes.

[Thoughts] Ugh, I cried so many times throughout the overall story/this route that I lost count (TдT). There's too many events to mention here, but the curse and its aftermath obvsly caused some kind of time warp, which transported Yorihito Jr. to the future to be mentored by Yorihito Sr. (the mascot statue of the shrine, who was actually modelled after Jr.'s likeness).

Also it's almost certain that Mikoto made Sakuya a Goddess to protect her and/or other people from something related to the curse, and it's just a matter of the rest of the routes enlightening us as to the links between the main characters and the past - who is a descendant of whom, and so on.

I like Narumi as a character, but the route felt like it dragged on needlessly, when he was trying to hide first the details about the curse and then his symptoms from Sakuya. Those things are pretty obvious to us (the player), so I couldn't help feeling a bit emotionally constipated impatient with him at times.

He does have his surprisingly candid moments, too, though. Like when Fuu-san teased them about being on a date and he just smoothly rolled with it (maybe because he thought at that time that they will never be together). And after he read Sakuya's letter, he told her he's always loved her, but they can't be together and he wouldn't tell her why. I can see why Sakuya got frustrated and went into WHYWHYWHYWHY mode after that. Guess it shows that, despite his usual maturity and poise, he's still only 17 and doesn't have the ability to manage both his own feelings and someone else's at the same time.

(On that count I think Yakumo actually manages things in a more adult way, even though he can appear rather mentally deficient at times.)

I wanna have ‘secret muscle training’ session with Yakumo-nii-san... if you get my meaning ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I also love the way that Narumi and Sakuya support each other. She comforts him after he failed at making takoyaki, and in turn he consoles and encourages her about the future goals form. They really feel like equals, it's not all one-sided 'big-brotherly duties' like her relationship with Yakumo. (I can't help talking about Yakumo here because I just love him (ノ｡・﹏・｡)ノ❤. But anyway, he'll get my special attention in a later post.) 

One sweet discovery here is that Yuzuru(-senpai) might be a secret romantic. Just as Mikoto was about to repeat what he did 1000 years ago on Narumi and Sakuya, Yuzuru jumps in and is all like: STAHP, shouldn't you let these two choose for themselves? Aww. Assholes with a heart of gold are my favourite assholes in the world. (^o^)丿

[mariamuses]

Tumblr Friends

Chapter 6 ~ New Names

The next few weeks were hectic. I had two projects, three assignments and a test. My days were spent working on them or studying for them or drawing for Tumblr between breaks. Also, hanging out once a week at home with my sisters and their respective boyfriends. Only once we went out with them, and only to go to McDonald’s and pick up our food.

Stormblessed-radiant answered me the next day and everything had gone fairly smoothly between us since then. Actually, he was one of the main reasons I was still alive with all the overload in my life lately. And it seemed, I was his reason too.

When I was alone at home and doing homework, I always kept a Chrome tab with Tumblr on it, just in case I needed cheering up or he did. It was almost like a constant presence, always there if I needed, like reassurance. We usually didn’t really talk in those moments because we both had things to do, but when study time finished, and we were both alone, we weren’t able to stop. One would think we’d run out of topics, but every day new things came up. And I started falling hard for him.

You are in such deep, unending shit, Feyre.

We just had so much in common: we loved books more than people usually did, we had hard stuff happening to us but were pushing through (his mom and dad died, just like ours, and all he had left was his brothers, like I had my sisters), we were the same age... 

Another real important thing was that his brothers were older and working and both had girlfriends, so they didn’t spend much time at home (like my sisters), which was fundamental in order for us to have endless conversation.

Another highpoint of my month was seeing my sisters so happy. It had taken a while to reconcile ourselves with what had happened.

You see, my mom and dad weren’t the greatest parents in the world, they had issues, but they were there, which was what counted. The thing is, my dad had had some trauma when he was in the military and he took on drinking as a solution. He didn’t treat my mom like she deserved (or us, for that matter) but he never hit, so we hid our problems as much as we could. But one day, when my mom was on her office’s Christmas party, he went to pick her up and he had had a little too much to drink and on the way back they swerved out of the road and hit a tree, which instantly killed them.

We were devastated. My sisters and I felt so many things at once that we almost collapsed. Each one of us felt guilty for not seeing he was drunk, each felt glad our dad was not there to mentally beat us up anymore, felt sad because of our loss... The feelings were so contradictory and over the place that we hid ourselves in our rooms, at school, trying to not think about all the mess we were at the moment. My sister Nesta was on her last year of college, so when she finished she started working and supporting us. Elain also took a shift at some local flower store and I babysat kids. 

That is until my school psychologist saw me crying my eyes out on lunchbreak, two months after everything had happened.

She talked to Nesta, who was my legal guardian, and suggested the three of us went to therapy together, which worked surprisingly well. We all discovered that our feelings were the same, and most of all, normal.

That had prompted my sister Elain to study psychology, which she loves.

And just like that, our bond grew stronger.

On Monday evening, in one of my usual convos with SR (stormblessed-radiant, I was just tired of not knowing what to call him, so I made that up) the meeting topic came up again, and this time I was ready.

C’mon Feyre Archeron, you can do this. You’ve been talking to him for a month and a half and know him better than you ever knew Tamlin. He’s NOT Tamlin, and he could NEVER be like him.

I cracked my knuckles, pushed my glasses up and started typing an answer.

fey-oathbringer: Okay, so I about that. I’ve finished my crazy month, so we can really meet, like IRL meet. If you want. Any suggestions to where?

stormblessed-radiant: Oh yeah, I want to meet alright, darling. And do you know Velaris Cafe? In Night Court Street 5? Is that far from your house?

fey-oathbringer: OMG, yes!!!! I love that little cafe <3 And it’s walking distance from home (which is good, cause I don’t have a car) so afterwards I won’t have to take a cab. Is Friday okay for you? Say, kinda like a lunch date? It’ll have to be after 14:30, bc I have classes...

stormblessed-radiant: Are you asking me out on a date *wink, wink*?? And yeah, 15:00 for me, bc I’ve got classes too.

fey-oathbringer: I said “kinda like a lunch date”, ‘kinda’ being the key word there. Oh, and it’s on my calendar, so no chickening out now

stormblessed-radiant: I think ‘date’ is actually the key word ;) And I’m not a chicken-out kinda guy, darling.

Just like that, the date was set. And I couldn’t wait.

Closing up my laptop, I went downstairs. I heard voices, deep male voices.

Surprise, surprise. The boyfriends are here.

Not really a surprise though. I can’t tell if you can tell it was sarcasm.

As always, I popped my head into the living room to say hi.

“Hey guys! Nes, I’m going to take my dinner upstairs, is that alright? I don’t really want to interrupt you...”

“What? You’re not interrupting Fey, never think that.” said Elain. “And actually, we wanted to talk to you.”

“The four of you?” I inquired, raising my eyebrow and slowly and cautiously stepping into the room…

Nesta intervened.

“Yeah, we know you’ve finished your projects and assignments, so we wanted to propose to you that, maybe, if you want, this Friday you can meet Cass and Az’s little brother?”

At that, I panicked a little bit and started wiping my hands on my jeans, pushing my glasses up and twirling a piece of my hair. Of course, she noticed it.

“Fey, it’s okay, you can say no. No one is going to get mad at you. Come here.”

I dragged myself to the couch and fell into her arms, right beside her, in the spot Cassian had made for me.

“It’s not that. I want to meet him. But... I just...” I sighed.

“You’re shy and scared?” contributed Cassian.

“Yeah. And he’s your brother and I don’t wanna mess everything you guys have up, just because I’m a little bit dysfunctional.”

“Hey, no! You’re NOT dysfunctional and we love you just the way you are, like Bruno Mars” objected Elain.

At last, Azriel quietly spoke:

“Besides, he’s going to love you, just like we do, and if he doesn’t we’ll kick his ass until he does.”

I stared at all of them, and wondered how I had gotten so lucky, because every single one was looking at me with nothing but love in their eyes. I casted my eyes down.

Then, looking up from my lap, I cleared my throat.

“Okay, but it has to be for dinner. I actually have something to do at lunch.”

“Yeah, he can’t do lunch either and neither can we, so dinner?” suggested Cassian.

“Sure. Oh, and what’s his name?”

Let me tell you something, I never got it.

They started teasing, tickling me, throwing me to the ground, having a pillow fight... And it resolved on his brother having to tell me on Friday.

So, I guess I’ll just learn some new names on Friday.

When my alarm went off it dawned on me: Friday was her. My heart started beating as if it wanted to get out of my ribcage.

Shit, Feyre, relax. You still have classes before you even see them.

Yeah, that’s right. Me, an antisocial person, meeting not one, but two new people on the same day.

I turned off the alarm and got ready for the day, throwing on my jeans, a flowy blouse and some red chucks. After that, I went to the bathroom and for the first time in months, I took out my contact lenses and put them on, grabbing my mascara on the way out and stuffing it in my backpack.

As I went downstairs I realized that I hadn’t done my hair, but also hadn’t had breakfast, and didn’t have enough time for both.

Crap! Whatever, I’ll braid my hair in class.

Going into the kitchen, I smelled bacon and eggs, which made me suspicious immediately. Guys, we never, and I mean it, never cook breakfast. None of us. We pour ourselves coffee or chocolate milk and skedaddle out the door with a few cookies on our hands.

I spotted a plate and a glass where the delicious scent was coming from, and next to it a note that read:

“Power up little sis, big day ahead. Please don’t bail and get back from your ~mysterious~ date on time to meet your future brother in law. We love you. E+N”

As I said, suspicious. But, who can say no to bacon and eggs? So I ate them and scribbled a not on the back of theirs before running out the door.

“I love you too, weirdos. Be back by 6 pm <3″

Of course, my teacher would pull me apart on the last minute of class. And of course, that made me miss the bus, which led to me being late to the little cafe.

15:09 Feyre, not that late.

I looked through the window and everyone seemed to be minding their own business, except for one guy. He had midnight black hair, short but not too short.

Enough to grab the back of it when kissing.

Okay, that was weird. Anyway. His eyes were trained on the door, but he kept checking his watch, which reminded me that I was late, so I quickly stepped through the door and headed for his table. Right as I entered I looked at him, and a smile brushed his mouth.

OMG Feyre, look at those lips! And those eyes!

Seriously though, his eyes were from another universe, a blue so unique that appeared almost purple. 

I took a very deep breath and flung my hand out in greeting.

“Hi! Are you...?”

“SR, nice meeting you darling” he said, laughter filling his eyes.

“I’m NOT your darling.” 

Great, go for the knife already... C’mon, deep breath Feyre.

“And I- ah... I’m Feyre. It’s nice to meet you, too”

“Oh, yeah! I forgot. My name is Rhysand, but please call me Rhys, all my friends do.”

“And I suppose you have many of those?” I inquired.

Ups.

If it bothered him, he didn’t show it, but instead started laughing.

“You, darling, have a bite. Thank God I already knew, or I would have been forced to leave you.” he got out, eyes shining with mischief. “So Feyre, darling, you hungry?”

Oh, he knows how to get to me. Food is always welcomed.

“Starving”.

And so it began.

We ordered two burgers with fries and while we ate, we talked. Endlessly. At first it was a little weird, but then... I was surprised that he really seemed to be the same as on Tumblr, except for that wicked gleam in his eyes every time I snapped a retort at him. Those I hadn’t seen before, but I was in love with them.

Even after we finished our food, we kept going on. We discussed every topic possible, yet still more came up. Conversation flowed easily, with no effort. It went from books, to movies, back to books, then families, photography, art...

When the clock of the little shop marked 17:30, I told him I had to go. Good thing I did it earlier than necessary, because we ended up talking on the street for another twenty minutes.

Then I really needed to leave, or my sisters would have my head. He offered me a ride home, but I declined, because I needed to air my head anyway and it was only like 5 minutes away. We agreed on meeting again, exchanged phone numbers and hugged goodbye.

Disappointment Feyre, you should’ve gone all in for the kiss.

Yeah, right. As if I could’ve done it all in one day.

But it wasn’t ALL in one day, you’ve been talking for more than a month.

With that inner monologue going on in my head, I arrived home just in time to fulfill my sisters thirst for my blood.

“I’m hooome!” I screamed as I got in.

Not two seconds later, Nesta and Elain appeared on the stairs, running down.

“Fey!”

“How was it? “

“Did you kiss?” 

“Wait, no. Was he pretty?”

“Oh my God, let me breathe.” I fumbled. “It was nice, we didn’t and yes, he is pretty.”

“Ohhhhh Feyre’s got a new boyfriend!” sang Elain.

“I do not!” I hissed.

“You sooooo do. When can we meet him?” Nesta objected.

“Tell us about him” pleaded Elain.

“Okay, okay. Jeez... He is tall, black hair, very blue eyes and he’s really good. Like, a really really good person. Also, he’s kinda ripped too. And handsome... Okay, I’m SO deep into him.” I breathed out.

“We know” they said in unison.

“What do I do? I don’t wanna mess this up?”

“You won’t Fey, we won’t let you” promised Nesta.

I snorted. Hard. 

“Well that’s a relief.”

And the three of us bursted out laughing.

After the little heart to heart with my sisters I went upstairs, took my contacts off because they were killing me, wiped my make up off and changed my blouse for a Ravenclaw t-shirt.

What? I like Ravenclaw, okay? Also, I’m a nerd and I’m entitled to have everything I want if it belongs to my house yeah?

I put my glasses on, and looked in the mirror, deciding to put my hair in a messy bun.

I don’t want their brother to like me too much or else I’d have to let him down.

Because Rhysand felt like he was in my life to stay, and I wouldn’t compromise that for anything in the world. Not even my sisters’ boyfriends’ brother.

Wow, that’s complicated.

A bell rang, breaking me from my thoughts, and I raced downstairs to open the door just in time as Nesta was screaming for me to do it. Repeatedly.

“Omg, Nesta, chill. I’m coming! No need to bite my head off.” I yelled back at her.

I could hear laughing on the other side of the door, so I grabbed the door knob and opened it, seeing Azriel and Cassian immediately. Behind them I could see a figure, but they were covering him, so I sighed and hugged them first. I looked down to my feet.

“Oh, get it over with.” I mumbled

“Okay, Fey” said Cassian, pulling the person behind him to the front and continuing. “This is Rhysand, our little brother. But you can call him Rhys.”

At that, my head snapped up right on time to see stormblessed-radiant, Rhys, open his eyes in shock, and step a little bit forward, mouth agape.

And then I fainted.

Okay, so I’m not sorry for the cliffhanger. But guys, they met!!!!! And this is a long chapter, so BONUS.

As always, than you everyone for reading and leave me any comments if you want.

I’m tagging  @songbirdsbooks @kaliejane26 @personpersonper @turtlesnook @highladyfxyre​ @the-bookish-soul @court-0f-dreamers and also @queen-archeron who’s on reading only mode. Also, are the tags working? 

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

P.S: I don’t know when the next chapter will be up because Christmas and craziness but I’ll try to be consistent.

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If you want to d’aww...

Go to Eiji’s tbc story. If you want to laugh, skip to Oishi’s. If you want Golden Pair, read both.

Eiji...

...fell asleep during the homework doing stuff xD He obviously orders Oishi in his sleep, making his awake partner a very amused partner... that doesn’t get him out of being woken up by said partner, of course(the exchange is adorable, tho: ‘Eiji” ‘Munyaaa’ ‘Eiji it’s about time to wake up.’ ‘Nyaa..Did I just fall alseep?!’). Taka notes that Eiji had to be really tired to fall asleep like that, Inui adds that it’s probably since U-17 regime isn’t just some light stuff, and says that  body just probably went on to regenerate, since it didn’t have to work (physically, I assume?) 

Eiji notices with surprise that Tezuka and Fuji are no longer here and worries that school stuff took him so long that they got bored and left, but Oishi assures him that the two just been called by the coaches, but since the matter seems complicated, it might take some time for them to return. Eiji is relieved they won’t be angry at him for making them sit with him when he fell asleep (they were the ones to propose that to you, Eiji...). Oishi makes sure Eiji is not sleepy anymore, Eiji assures him he woke up completely now, and so, after getting a bot of sleep he can go back to work and deal with it.

Inui notes that that with Kikumaru in serious mode they should finish soon, Taka adds that they will help as much as they can (we don’t deserve Taka), Eiji thanks them both and promise to do his best.

Timeskip

Eiji seems to be exhausted, but also finished (yay!), and Taka and Inui not how his efforts seem to have quite an effect (with Inui noting that 94% of answers are correct). Oishi then asks Eiji if they should go, Eiji is confused-does Oishi mean they have to show it to Tezuka to get a stamp of approval? Wvwn though Tezuka would be pleased to hear he gave his all...(this kid <3)

Oishi is Amused again, reminds Eiji that he wanted to do tennis didn’t he? So they should go to the courts.

Eiji is all ‘Eeh? Is that okay?!’ Oishi is all smiley, saying that he also started to want to move his body a bit, Eiji is over the moon with being able to play with Oishi.

Scene change to the court the two are fliriting playing against each other, with Eiji going through the whole arsenal of his sayings and nyan sounds (that make him even more cute???How???), Oishi answers with praise (of course...) and promise that he won’t stay behind, Eii is elated to say the least, they go back and forth trading shots and complimenting each other, because that’s what players do to their opponents (can you feel the rainbow tonight...).

Timeskip.

Eiji is exhausted but the ‘you goof’ type of exhausted, if you know what I mean, with a ‘that was fuuun’ as his first line. Oishi answers with usual ‘Otsukaresama, your movements were good today as well’ Eiji goes back with ‘Oishi’s as well!’ then continue with self reflection that ‘Even though I had confidence I couldn’t return the lob, it was too good’. Oishi replies with a thank you and offer short break since it’s around the time they(or Eiji??) are getting tired. Eiji answers with the usual ‘Sasuga Oishi! You know me so well~!’ (so it was Eiji after all...).

Oishi then progress to ask if Eiji slept well recently, since he was too sound asleep for a usual doozing off back during the study time...Which makes Eiji a bit embarrassed as he asks Oishi not to say things like that. Oishi apologises but still wonders if Eiji is 100% ok.

Eiji admits that he might have been tired, but most probable reason of him falling asleep was the fact he was trying to focus but couldn’t.

Oishi (IS A TEASE) says that if that’s the reason then it’s fine, sonce if Eiji doozed off during the match, that would be a problem...

Eiji isn’t amused by the joke(’That’s not gonna happen! >.<’), Oishi is Amused by Eiji, but still gets him rehydrated by throwing him his water bottle. Eiji thanking him whila catching said bottle are the evolved SR pic (shiny, happy son!).

Oishis sums the day up: ‘You did your homework and still got to play tennis, isn’t that a good free day?’

‘Yep, thanks to everyone’s help!...but you know, Racket is after all more fitting for me than Shapen! (I’m not sure if this is some kind of pen brand?), isn’t it?’ (With a cute Eiji laugh used as a background sound- I’m ded)

END OF STORY

Oishi...

...Is still mothering his room xD

Basically, everybody say what they want to eat (with Eiji going my way by wanting to get a ‘fluffy fluffy omelet, followed by [not so much my way] puri puri [no idea how to translate that xD] fried shrimps, finished with a [again my way]Puffy for a dessert’ Shishido gets his meat, Ootori insist that he will eat anything since he is hungry [good boy!]).

Oishi interrupts them with saying that he knows how they feel but they should pln breakfast carefully since it’s the most important dish of the day blah blah (not really, but the meaning is similiar) and that they should start with the soup or salad, to get stomach working so taht they can taste the main dish properly. Eiji of course (IS UED TO BEING MOTHERED) goes with his little ‘Ha-ai~!’, but Ootori spots Fuji sitting somewhere nearby, doing something strange with his food. *Drama music starts* Eiji goes on to note how his friend’s food turned completely red from the stuff (Fuji’s SR has him holding a chilli sauce in it, so...), Shishido notes how that amount of flavorings (you mean liquid fire -,-’’) is quite dangerous. Insert Fuji’s ‘if you don’t start a day with such a steak it doesn’t have sense’ (or something along the lines.)

Ootori wonders if they should tell him not to eat that since it’s quite dangerous...

Eiji kinds of troubled-ly chuckles that it’s Fuji so it’s probably going to be fine, but the problem lies elsewhere...

Cut to Oishi (in his already Yakiniku magistrate form) approaching Fuji, with Silver Pair jumping up in surprise at his tone, while Oishi continues with ‘Fuji...the meat...what do you think is...?!’ with Eiji trying to (a bit unsuccessfully) redirect Oishi’s attention (’now, now, hold it in!’) but it’s too late, Ootori noticces how Oishi’s face has changes and wonders what happened, Eiji explains Oishi’s berserk button is the way of treating the meat you’re eating, and that he changes into a different person when you do it wrong.

Back to magistrate starting to rant to Fuji about meat quality etc. Fuji apologises (HE FAKES IT), only to get Oishi more agitated.

SP notices that this Oishi really is like a different person and they seriously didn’t know this face of his. They agree to try and not to anger him, but Eiji interjects that it’s fine as long as they treat their meat properly (lolz), and as long as they won’t eat it Fuji-style, they will be safe.

Ootori is like ‘Yeah, as expected of the [Oishi’s] partner’. Shishido suggest that he and Choutaro should go eat elsewhere, with Ootori noting that he will be careful about his meat-eating style (okay boys, THAT didn’t sound good >.<)

Eiji notes that they left, but ignores that in favor of Oishi’s part of food (Eiji -,-’’ true Middle schooler alright).

Oishi exits the Magistrate form but still scolds Fuji, noting how the meat doesn’t even look like itself anymore, Fuji returns that from now on he will go and por the sauce next to the meat, if the looks bother Oishi that much (Fuuuuji...).

Cue Oishi Yakiniku Magistrate form returning full force (with a friggin’ RECORDED ‘DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE MEAT JUICES!!!”) with a subtitles going ‘What do you think the meat is?!’

END OF STORY

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Progressively addled ramblings of a guinea fowl grandma  Part 2

In 2012, 2013 and 2014 I had fun writing a blog about puddings and other things that happened at my home at“Lonely Hill Farm”. I have once again felt the need to write in my blog.  It is exactly two years since the 2015 South Australian Pinery bush fire. On the day of this fire our house and contents, sheds, recording studio, forty years of diary writing and a hundred years of photographs were destroyed in a very short time, along with the homes of many other people in the area. One of the things that did survive was my blog with two or three months of happy memories and photographs and I have been very grateful for the Cloud for saving it for me.

It is a tradition of my blog to write about the making of a pudding from the wonderful 1948 CWA Calendar of Puddings – A Pudding a Day for the Whole Year.

Illustration 1: My "new" copy

On the day after the fire my lovely family bought me a another copy of this pudding book on Ebay. Hard to believe, but there was much laughter as the “Buy” button was pressed. It seems so long ago. So......

November 25th

Chocolate Sauce Pudding

1 tablespoon butter, 1 heaped dessertspoon cocoa, 1 scant cup of sugar, 1 cup milk, 2 eggs, 2 tablespoons four (plain or SR), a pinch of salt. Cream butter and sugar and stir in sifted flour, salt and cocoa. Add beaten egg yolks, then milk. Finally fold in stiffly beaten egg whites. Cook in pie-dish set in pan of water in a moderate oven about 45 minutes. The cake mixture rises to the top, so that you have pudding and sauce all in one. Serve hot or cold.-

Mrs C.B.Hillier (Ardrossan), Mrs C.Probert (Smithville), Mrs C.Koth (Stockport) and two other members.

Illustration 2: My first attempt, I used cream to cover the problems! Still delicious!

Illustration 3: My second attempt, very smooth! Even more delicious!

It has been so long since I have made a pudding from this old Calendar. I love the fact that recipes from this book require simple, basic ingredients which are nearly always available in a   farmhouse pantry. I struggle a bit with the instructions sometimes. I hope I guessed the correct amount for a “scant cup of sugar”. I guess that in 1948 all self respecting cooks would know exactly how much this was.

This pudding was very delicious, but I had to make it twice, because the first time I forgot to put the pie-dish in a pan of water! So out of practice! One thing which was ever so much easier this time around was the whipping of the egg whites. A lovely lady from Mount Gambier gave me a copper bowl and this was perfect for the task. I could write a very long paragraph about why it is so, but I won't. It is all to do with chemical reactions between the copper and the egg whites. Needless to say, it is now one of my favourite kitchen tools!

 Illustration 4 :My egg whites whipped in an instant.

Illustration 5: My copper bowl in good company with my “ new” bed warmer, yet to be used.

I am writing and posting this on the 24th November because we are about to visit our Pinnaroo family and I will not have time to post this tomorrow when I believe we will be tree planting on our daughter's farm . I have run out of time today, so this post  is short and mainly restricted to puddings. My future posts won't only be about puddings. When I have time they will include many of the activities which have helped us in our fire recovery; music and music festivals, tree planting, gardening,  guinea fowl shenanigans, finding treasures in op shops and at auctions and, most important of all, spending time with family and friends. Let me know if you have any questions. It will help in my choice of material for my blog.

Looking back on my old posts I was pleased that I had included my then current reading so.... I have just started reading “The Leopard” by Giuseppe di Lampedusa, found in a very good Salvation Army Op shop in Castlemaine, visited while we were in the area for the Maldon folk festival. It is opposite a very fine bakery if any of you are in the area!

Music news...We have been asked to play at the Steampunk festival next year so I have been browsing Ebay for costume ideas! Off to the op shops again! We have been a Medieval Festival band, a gypsy band, a colonial ball band, but not, as yet, a Steampunk band! Looking forward to the challenge!