#71 brewing

[cannimochi]

A plethora of parkcivi doodles regarding my receptionis au

Emf practicing his brewing stand jumps while seawatt is tempted to pull on his tail is my favorite idea actually ty @mbirnsings-71

[roughandtumble-r]

Issue 71 came out a week ago, so I'll jump right into it!

Tails and Amy have just found Belle tied up in a closet aboard the Restoration's ship where their extreme gear was being held, and she reveals that it was Clean Sweep's security as well as Clutch who tied her up because of something she wasn't supposed to see.

Also, something I was wondering about while I was reading this part is why Belle didn't remember or recognize who Clutch was despite them being in the same place during the Chao Races and Badnik Bases arc, so I looked back at a couple of it's issues and found that the closest interaction they ever had was this one panel in Issue 35...

...so I guess it makes sense that Amy would remember who Clutch is, but Belle wouldn't.

Anyway, another competition has started in the Clean Sweepstakes, and Sonic arrives to cause a scene as he's been doing, but Mimic shows up disguised as a second Phantom Rider and knocks Lanolin out of the arena before making everyone else fight each other, and amidst the chaos, he sneaks up behind Sonic and removes his disguise, revealing his identity to Tangle and Whisper, Surge and Kit, and the Babylon Rogues.

Mimic later goes and tells Clutch about Sonic being the Phantom Rider, but only Tangle and Whisper finding out about his identity while Lanolin wasn't there puts them in a difficult position where they want to tell her but also don't because they know Sonic is probably doing it for a good reason, and Whisper reveals that she was recording the whole event with her mask and noticed that there were in fact two different Phantom Riders at the scene.

And that's about it for Issue 71!

We also got covers and solicits for Issue 74, which is set to come out in October, as well as both the Knuckles 30th Anniversary Special and this year's annual, which are set to come out in September and October...

With everyone trying to discover the Phantom Rider's identity, will Sonic, Tails and Amy be able to fly under the radar and find the info they need to topple Clean Sweep Inc.? Some secrets should stay buried, so if they fail, they will be trapped forever! Is this really it, or will our heroes find a way out of Clutch's, well, clutches? Sonic and his friends are racing to the finish of the Phantom Riders arc, which concludes with the double-sized issue #75, and things are about to get dire... Hang on tight!

There's trouble brewing on Angel Island and there's only one hero who can stop it... Join Knuckles for an all-new Classic adventure to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the world's most famous echidna! This is an addition to Knuckles' history that you won't want to miss!

The Sonic the Hedgehog Annual is back for 2024! Join Sonic and his friends in four exciting stories as they adventure together across the world in this 40-page anthology!

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Li Zhou at Vox:

A horrifying sexual assault case playing out in France is adding to a larger French reckoning over abuse toward women. The case centers on 71-year-old Dominique Pélicot, who is accused of drugging and raping his wife, Gisèle Pélicot, and inviting dozens of other men to sexually assault her while she was unconscious. Dominique Pélicot — who has confessed to raping his wife repeatedly over the course of a decade — is now on trial, along with 50 other defendants, who are also accused of sexual assault or attempted sexual assault. Some of these defendants have admitted guilt, while others have denied it.

During his testimony, Dominique Pélicot said he and all the men involved are guilty. “I maintain that I am a rapist, like those in this room,” Dominique Pélicot said. “They all knew her condition before they came; they knew everything. They cannot say otherwise.” Although she had the option of a private trial, Gisèle Pelicot decided to make the proceedings public in order to support and raise awareness for other victims of similar crimes. “I speak for all women who are drugged and don’t know about it, I do it on behalf of all women who will perhaps never know,” Gisèle Pélicot said of her case. In total, police have used roughly 20,000 images her husband took of the assaults to determine that 72 men had been involved in raping her from 2011 to 2020.

The Pélicot case is roiling France and comes as the country continues to grapple with accountability regarding sexual misconduct toward women. As the New York Times reported this spring, the #MeToo movement had previously stalled in France’s film industry, and has found new momentum this year after prominent actor and director Judith Godrèche spoke out. French writers and actors have also previously noted that the country’s attitudes toward sexual freedom have distinguished it from the US in how condemning sexual misconduct is treated. “French attitudes toward morality and sex have historically always been different to the US,” journalist Agnès Poirier previously told the BBC. “But it’s been brewing for years and it feels that 2024 is different.”

What the case is

Dominique Pélicot’s assaults on his wife were first discovered by police in November 2020, after he was initially investigated for taking photos up women’s skirts at a supermarket in southeastern France, where the couple lived. After he was caught taking the photos, police searched Pélicot’s computer and found a folder titled “Abuses” on a related USB drive. In it, they discovered thousands of photos and videos of Pélicot and other men raping his wife while she was unconscious. “My world fell apart,” Gisèle Pelicot said after police informed her of their discovery.

The officers’ findings followed years of Gisèle Pélicot experiencing memory lapses, hair loss, and weight loss, so much so she feared that she might be developing Alzheimer’s or another serious illness. During that time, her husband had been drugging her regularly with a combination of medications, including the anti-anxiety drug Temesta, which can act like a sedative.

While Gisèle Pélicot was unconscious, Dominique Pélicot invited a number of men to their home so that they could rape her. Gisèle Pélicot has emphasized that she did not have any knowledge of these attacks, and did not feign unconsciousness as some of the defendants have suggested. Dominique Pélicot found the men via a messaging board called “Without their knowledge” on the now-shuttered website Coco, which was known for postings that involved illegal activities. On the site, Dominique Pélicot solicited men to assault his wife, giving them specific instructions, including not wearing perfume or smoking, to avoid detection. According to Dominique Pélicot, the men were active participants in the crime: “They came looking for me. I was asked, I said yes. They accepted, they came. I did not handcuff anybody to make them come to my place.”

In France, the Pélicot rape trial has captivated that nation, in which Gisèle Pélicot is testifying publicly to raise awareness for other women who are victims of rape and sexual misconduct.

[inferncls]

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈 LITTLE 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 , LIAR AND 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 . A 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃-𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 SUCKIN' LITTLE 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍 .

name : SEBASTIAN REYNE . title : LORD OF CASTAMERE . age : TWENTY - FIVE . gender + pronouns : CIS MAN , HE / HIM . orientation : BISEXUAL . allegiance : HOUSE REYNE & HIMSELF . disclosed religion : FAITH OF THE SEVEN . languages : COMMON TONGUE , HIGH & LOW VALYRIAN , SOME BRAAVOSI & SUMMER TONGUE . status : UNWED , METICULOUSLY REFUSING NO BETROTHALS

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

face claim : DAMIAN HARDUNG . height : 1.79M / 5"8 . eye color : CERULEAN BLUE . hair color : DIRTY BLONDE . build : LEAN-LIMBED, SLENDER

PERSONALITY

positive traits : VALIANT , CHARMING , CONFIDENT , TENACIOUS , SHARP-EYED . negative traits : CALCULATING , SELF - CENTERED , CALLOUS , APATHETIC , VINDICTIVE . mbti : ESTJ . moral alignment : CHAOTIC EVIL . enneagram type : TYPE 8 ( THE CHALLENGER ) . virtues : PATIENCE & DILIGENCE . vices : PRIDE & LUST . character kin : SEBASTIAN VALMONT (CRUEL INTENTIONS) , THE DARKLING (GRISHAVERSE) , LESTAT DE LIONCOURT (INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE) , MAVEN CALORE (THE RED QUEEN) , ASTARION ANCUNIN (BALDUR'S GATE) , PETYR BAELISH (ASOIAF / GOT)

AESTHETIC

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 , BONE, AND SKIN ; SWEAT & BLOOD - SOAKED FINGERS ON UNSHEATHED BLADE, PRESSED AGAINST THE WIELDER'S BACK, GILDED AND CONNIVING LIPS PULLED INTO AN UNWITTING SMILE . // 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘 , 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍 , PRIVILEGED - SMEARED AND ADORATION - DROWNED , HANDS WASHED FREE FROM FAULT AND SHACKLES - AVERSE ANKLES , WANDER , HUNT , AND HAUNT THE WORLD , MINDLESSLY , HEARTLESSLY , AND WICKLEDLY . ALL FOR SPORT . // 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 , HARROWING SCREAMS , BLOCKED PASSAGES , DEVOURED SALVATION , SHATTERED PLACES OF WORSHIPS , A TOWERING FIGURE WITH FEATURES CRAFTED BY THE GODS THEMSELVES , ONLY A MORTAL SHELL , LIPS DRIPPING WITH UNEARTHLY BLOOD , TEETH GNAWING AT THE DEVIL THAT ONCE STOOD ON HIS SHOULDER , WHILE THE ANGEL ON THE OTHER FLEES .

FAMILY

father : LORD CASPOR REYNE ( 71 ) mother : THE LATE LADY HELICENT REYNE NEE TARBECK ( 60 ) siblings : LADY ROHANNE REYNE ( 35 ) , LADY / LIEGE / LORD UTP REYNE ( 31-34 ) , LADY / LIEGE / LORD UTP REYNE ( 28-30 ) niece : LADY LYNORA REYNE ( 10 ) extended : THE LATE LORD MORREC BRAX (IN - LAW) , HOUSE TARBECK (MATERNAL COUSINS)

HISTORY 

at his very first breath, his visage treaded the thin line between breathtaking and foreboding . always was there an unsettling sensation brewing beneath skins and itching at the tip of fingers at the sight of the youngest of lord caspor and lady helicent. a young boy who stands tall and proud, worthy of the sigil and worthy of the name. a young boy who had the world at his feet, gold, silver, and play things that still, breathe, and bleed. what a dangerous lesson , to be rid of culpability at the mere display of guilt , but never truly feeling so. oh , the young lord of castamere understood ! no truth was ever clearer than the power he had tasted , like honey on his lips and velvet against his cheeks.

not even the ruling lord and his beloved wife could say a word , for neither can tell the fault their son holds. all suspicion fall upon pressed lips , hopeful smiles returned to their precious son boy who has done wonderfully in court - or so they've heard. but truly, what horrors lie behind those terrifying beautiful eyes ? why do some cower , or lower their gaze ? what grim is concealed by the perfectly-crafted porcelain , should they even dare ? no , they did not . like the rest , no words had been spoken , and sebastian bloomed like roses in the gardens of castamere , roots and claws sinking further into the ground ( until it bled ).

over the years, he grew more ethereal and charming, sans the ability to blend in court for he stood out without effort. he carried himself well, learned to speak different tongues, learned even their nuances to adapt. yet despite the apparent intellect, there still brews the haunting air that follows his steps, like a ghost whispering ill will, banshees wailing desperately to be heard as their bodies wither beneath the ground, a warning slipped by the gods, carried by the winds of a vicious storm distilled into the body of one glorious lord born with ocean - blue eyes.

no one dares speak, for what awe it was to fall into the eyes of a dashing man, to hear loving words slip past his lips, delivered melodiously close to the ears of maidens and knights. the young lord matured , garnering dangerous truths and whispers from beds he laid in . all remained in his pocket for many turns and he made it known that he holds them, tethers all those around with him their secrets, shame, and secret shames. not a soul knew his purpose, only that there is greed and hunger for more. but certainly not power , for every opportunity to wield it falls on the ground like rain. perhaps it is for pleasure , to damn every mind in one's own chambers in the quiet of the night, uncertain of his undoing.

now he possesses a reputation, its nature depends upon where the inquiries are spoken. in gatherings and celebrations, where most are on his line of vision and within his earshot, lord sebastian reyne is a match worthy to be considered, a price to his house and his future beloved. and when there is certainty that he will never find out, or when there is no intent to return to westeros, aboard a ship to sail across the narrow sea, there is only silence... for as long as the shade of his blue exists , the wrath of a true red lion looms , and the claws and tongue of gold needs not be bared to hunt.

HEADCANONS

lends a hand in overseeing the precious metal and minerals trades that house reyne does. this lead to him traveling a lot, having visited many corners of westeros and those beyond the narrow seas. this same journeys allowed him to learn more languages and explore more cultures.

thinks high valyrian is the perfect language of love. to him, it's regal, poised, but also vicious-sounding and stern

during his boyhood, he considered studying at the citadel and forge as many links as he is able. however, he had grown displeased of the old way of doing things, and would rather do them the way he wants to. he still pursues knowledge though, reads an unhealthy number of books during his free time.

though he is not a good fighter, he is a skilled archer and horseback rider.

[a-ramblinrose]

JOMP Book Photo Challenge || July 31 || Read In July:

63. The Sandman: Endless Nights by Neil Gaiman ★★★★★ 64. The Mermaid, the Witch, and the Sea by Maggie Tokuda-Hall ★★★ 65. Piranesi by Susanna Clarke ★★★★ 66.The Worth of Hair by A.A. Freeman ★★★★ [K] 67. Mooncakes by Wendy Xu & Suzanne Walker ★★★★ 68. The Alloy of Law by Brandon Sanderson ★★★★ [RR] 69. Shadows of Self by Brandon Sanderson ★★★★★ [RR] 70. The Bands of Mourning by Brandon Sanderson ★★★★★ [RR] 71. Mistborn: Secret History by Brandon Sanderson ★★★★★   [RR] [K] 72. The Lost Metal by Brandon Sanderson ★★★★ 73. Adulthood Is A Myth by Sarah Andersen ★★★★★ 74. Moonstruck, Vol. 1: Magic to Brew by Grace Ellis & Shae Beagle ★★★★ 75. Moonstruck, Vol. 2: Some Enchanted Evening by Grace Ellis & Shae Beagle ★★★ 76. Moonstruck, Vol. 3: Troubled Waters by Grace Ellis & Shae Beagle ★★★ 77. The Weaver Takes a Wife by Sheri Cobb South ★★★ [K] 78. The Violinist’s Thumb by by Sam Kean ★★★

[sokoviansimp]

for teh fan fiction writing asks 11 - Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

25 - What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

69 (Hehe) - What are your favorite fics at the moment?

71 - Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Yayy, I love doing these 😁

11: I always write scenes in order but I do make outlines when I’m trying to figure out where/when to place things.

25: Definitely the daydreaming about scenes and how they play out in my head.

69(haha): oOo here’s a list of my faves!

Sparkling Scarlet by @hopelesslygaysstuff

Did you get enough love, my little dove? by @charturnus

Silver Springs by @whereianonymouslypostfics

Bulletproof by @ginnsbaker

ScarletWidow Life Lessons by @sugarybitterness

Ties that Bind by Temptations Brew (devastatingly deleted)

71: Reading fersureee

[jessource]

hello! me again but to be specific i was looking for something for tech, cyber and future vibes! mainly psd based. :3

ahh, gotcha!! i thought that's what you meant but i just wanted to be sure so i didn't recommend the completely wrong thing lol, so thank you for clarifying!

i tried to go with certain colour schemes so if none of the below work i'm always taking suggestions and will def look into making psds catered towards those types of vibes :')

PSD 134 - PINK LEMONADE.

PSD 131 - STUPID CUPID.

PSD 124 - SWEET TOOTH.

PSD 117 - 777.

PSD 116 - 666.

PSD 113 - 333.

PSD 108 - BLUE POPPY.

PSD 104 - PLAIN SIGHT.

PSD 95 - PEACH RINGS.

PSD 94 - BREWING.

PSD 81 - MUSTARD MOSS.

PSD 72 - SWEET VALENTINE.

PSD 71 - ODE TO YOU.

PDS 66 - HYACINTH.

PSD 65 - GROOVY DAYS.

PSD 61 - STOP & STARE.

PSD 58 - PICCALLILI.

PSD 57 - ELECTRIC FEEL.

PSD 55 - ORANGE CRUSH.

PSD 51 - CHARTREUSE.

PSD 50 - ICY LAGOON.

PSD 49 - THE WIRE.

PSD 47 - BRIGHTSIDE.

PSD 46 - SORROW.

PSD 42 - NOT SO SPECIAL.

PSD 39 - FORGET FOREVER.

PSD 38 - HITS DIFFERENT.

PSD 36 - BRAND NEW EYES.

PSD 34 - TOO WELL.

PSD 24 - TAKE THE MOMENT.

PSD 16 - SEAFOAM.

PSD 14 - EXPERIMENT.

PSD 11 - LENORA.

PSD 6 - FLUORESCENT.

PSD 2 - LAVISH.

PSD 1 - GREEN LIGHT.

[elementclangen]

Moon 263-Leaf-bare

Hopedawn (52) seems to be taking a leaf out of Rootwing’s (30) book and, on a mediation mission to RaccoonClan over herb disputes, ends up making the situation worse.  She claims it due to her being little distracted lately because Stonekit’s(2) always getting under her paws and trying to hunt the bugs that hang out in the Mediator’s den. Downgaze (44)  tries to explain that the mediator needs space to work, but Stonekit doesn’t get it. While most of the cats are annoyed by Stonekit this moon, Bluestripe (38) is surprised to hear him express an ideal she agrees with. She didn’t expect that coming from a star-blessed cat.  Primcrest (104) continues to try and be friendly with Bluestripe and waves to her with her tail as they cross paths on the territory.  Primcrest’s son, however, is being argumentative.  Dawnfreckle (46) was assigned to fix something around camp with Vaxxstreak (146).  The elder was not thrilled at having to do something other than relax and argued with Dawnfreckle.  Tumbleswoop (52) stepped in and helped Dawnfreckle fix it instead.  There’s romance brewing between Tumbleswoop and Rubbleheart (59).  Tumbleswoop shows off some moves for fighting on unstable slopes, that can be done with any type of magic.  Rubbleheart watches with overly admiring eyes.  Tumbleswoop smirks and shows off a bit. Hyacinthpaw (8) continues to be a model student and makes sure to check in on Kestrelcreek (52) when she cleans out the warrior’s den. Kestrelcreek has always been a bit of a loner, but Almondback (34) seems to be growing on her.  Almondback makes her laugh again and again. Streamhiss (34) has no romance on her mind and loves having apprentices in the camp.  It means she gets to play pranks on other warriors and blame them on the apprentices.  Blizzardback (26) joins in on the fun.  Lakepelt (71), despite being relatively new to the Clan, has noticed that Creekstar (117) just seems generally anxious.  She checks in with the leader and offers her some thyme to help her relax.  Creekstar takes it gratefully.  Brightmouse (38) makes sure to check on Archdapple (38) after she gets yellowcough and asks her if she’s heard from StarClan lately.  Archdapple hasn’t, but reassures Brightmouse that she’ll tell her if she hears anything from StarClan, knowing that her sister is actually wondering after news from Shinebreak.  While on a patrol, Brightmouse and Spotfoot (44) encounter some twolegs.  They expertly hunt around them by using Brightmouse’s fire to flush prey towards themselves.  Maybe the Clan’s learning to keep its distance from twolegs! 

Healer’s den: Archadapple (yellowcough), Donwgaze (broken bone), Bluestripe (frostbite), Nettlestripe (dislocated joint), Greenrapid (broken bone), Skipneedle (joint pain), Hatchpaw (scrapes)

Meta: And here we are! We've reached the point in the game that I had played to when I started this blog! Thank you all for sticking with me through these many many moons. And there are many more moons to come! Now, I've played through moon 332. After I started this blog, I made a couple of changes to how I kept track of events in the game. For example, I started tracking who's in the healer's den (as you may have noticed). I also started taking screenshots of each cat's first page of relationships (so the top eight cats they have the most feelings for) every six moons. That means that I should be able to answer any questions about relationship statuses with some degree of accuracy! I also started keeping better track of personality changes, so I can note those too. Hope you enjoy the changes!

[roaenexists]

Clairbilitea: A Recipe for Knowing and Experiencing the Unknowable and Unexperiencable

or, A Potion for Improving Psychic Faculties

(recipe under the cut)

This tea can be made with roughly equal parts (I usually do one fat pinch each) of any three of the following ingredients:

-Sage

-Mullein

-Mugwort

-Mint

-Jasmine

-Thyme

-Lemongrass

You will also need:

-Honey, maple syrup, agave, sugar, or other sweetener

-Moon Water (preferably Dark or New Moon)

And you may want:

-A glass or ceramic vessel for storage or consumption

-A refrigerator

-A food-safe thermometer, OR an electric kettle, OR three ice cubes

-A muslin tea bag, OR a metal tea bag, OR a strainer

Boil water to roughly 160°F / 71°C. Meanwhile, add three herbs from above list to tea bag or strainer (my favorites are sage, mullein, and mugwort for potency; but sage, mint, and jasmine for taste). Add sweeter of choice to taste in vessel. Position the herb thing in or over the vessel. Hold your hands over the ingredients and feel their energy. Align your vibrations with theirs. Try to feel or imagine the specific psychic and intuitive capabilities these herbs have, and politely ask the herbs to contribute those abilities to your potion. Once complete, push your own will into the vessel, visualizing it as bright energy moving in a clockwise fashion through the herbs and into the sweeter at the bottom of the vessel.

Once the water has reached 160-165°F or so, pour gently over the herb mix and into the vessel. If you have to use fully boiled water, then I recommend using approximately 3 or 4 ice cubes in the bottom of the vessel, and don't pour directly over the herbs but first into the vessel and THEN add the herbs once the ice has melted.

Allow the infusion to steep for approximately 8-10 minutes. Remove the herbs, add a splash of moon water, and then stir or lid and shake in a clockwise direction while focusing on your extrasensory perceptions. Feel your energy and intention pouring down your arm and into the vessel.

The herbs can be steeped twice before disposal, so I recommend first making a batch in a sealable container like a mason jar or reused kombucha bottle or something and letting it cool for an hour before putting it in the fridge to keep for up to two weeks. Meanwhile you can make a second batch for immediate consumption.

The size of the batch can be scaled for the intended number of servings. I usually get two with my pinch-per-herb method: one for now, one for later.

You can also increases the potency of the brew by drinking it alongside a shot of alcohol or vinegar on an empty stomach.

After or while drinking, I highly recommend activities such as divination (tarot, pendulum, ouija, scrying, etc), spirit communication, or meditation. If you fall asleep, bring a pen and notebook to bed so you can dream journal immediately upon waking.

Be safe and have fun!

[tarufai]

you’re weird af for that all quiet on the western front art. did you even watch the movie? you realize real soldiers just like paul and kat died horrifically right. it’s totally insensitive and weird

you’re weird af for coming into my inbox and talking to me like that. it’s totally insensitive and weird to assume that love has never existed on the battlefield or that queer relationships have never been a part of any war. But especially the World Wars.

Why do you think gay men were blamed for the loss of the first World War in Germany by the political right? This entire essay by the International Encyclopedia of the First World War is worth reading, but I’m directly referencing this passage;

“In the eyes of many homosexual men the war also proved that homosexual love was entirely natural. Activists argued that the war not only entitled homosexual men to legal emancipation, but also demanded that their emotional and sexual lives be recognized as normal, even ideal in the context of war, by mainstream society. However, in the wake of defeat in 1918 there were widespread accusations, especially from the political right, that “enemies” at home had betrayed the army. Homosexuals were one of the groups targeted as culprits in the “stab-in-the-back” legend. In his pamphlet The Sexual Cruelties of Love-Crazy Men, conservative German journalist H. A. Preiss claimed that veterans had become so selfishly focused on their “abnormal sexual practices” that they were no longer willing to sacrifice for the fatherland.[70] Writers for Die Freundschaft (The Friendship), a newspaper that catered to WhK contributors, sought to combat accusations of a “stab in the back.” One writer, B. Eden, stressed that homosexuals were only exceptional in their goal to emancipate themselves from legal discrimination. Otherwise, they were committed to protecting the nation, as evidenced by their war experience.[71] ”

And why do you think San Francisco had one of the first established queer communities created during and after World War II? Why do you think there were enough gay men discharged from the military during the Second World War to establish what is considered the queer capital of the world?

Homosexuality is not an anomaly in war.

At first I wasn’t even going to reply to this ask, because I do understand the concern with bastardizing war stories for the purpose of fandom shipping, especially since so many war stories are based on real people, but these aren’t real people. The very real lived experience of veterans is not something to speculate about, but this is a fictional story that happens to take place in a real war.

And I felt like this ask was implying that no love has ever formed on any front lines, which is so untrue. 

The part that queer people have played in wars is not only integral to military history, but also queer history. The increased visibility of homosexuality and the subsequent activism after the first world war is a direct result of the queer relationships that were able to form during the war, and to erase or minimize the existence of those relationships is a huge disservice to all queer veterans. What’s more, that increased visibility is part of the reason that homosexuals and transgender people were ever targeted by the nazi party in the first place. Queer activism was only starting to gain real traction when the Second World War was brewing, and that’s part of the reason why the backlash was so severe.

No harm no foul if you see Kat and Paul has having a platonic relationship, most people do and it certainly doesn’t make their friendship any less important or integral to the story of All Quiet on the Western Front, but my frustration with this ask doesn’t really have anything to do with them. I don’t even want to defend myself or anything, but the human relationships formed during war has been one of my special interests since I was a teenager. I’ve read countless books written by veterans, seen the shows, seen the movies, I’m not new to war stories. I know very well how horrific war is. That is part of what made the relationships formed during them so significant and so unique. There’s a desperate sort of tenderness to them that always blurs the line between something romantic and platonic and familial (in a found-family kind of way), and for this fictional story, I figure there’s no harm in exploring the different nuances to a relationship like that. I don’t think that’s insensitive of me. I’m not trying to sterilize life in the trenches, or the inherent trauma of war. I’m not trying to make light of it. But romantic relationships are formed in war. It’s so weird of you to tell me what I can and can’t draw fanart of.

Again, I didn’t want to answer this ask because it’s not going to change my stance either way, but I really felt like the insistence that real soldiers couldn’t have formed meaningful and possibly romantic relationships needed to be addressed.

Also. This is the gay blog where I draw gay art. Don’t tell me the gay art I’ve drawn is weird af. Good god.

[laurenairay]

Laurenairay’s 2022 Writing Wrap Up!

Total number of fics: 17 Total fic word count: 67,304 Total number of blurbs: 42 Total blurb word count: 35,692 Total number of headcanons: 71 Total WIPs still in progress: 23  

This all adds up to 102,996 words (excl. headcanons) and 130 pieces of writing posted, which seems crazy to me, but here we are! Thank you so much for all of the love and support you’ve shown me and my writing over 2022. You have no idea how much I appreciate each and every one of you, especially those of you who let me bounce ideas off you and let me be my creative self (you know who you are darlings). 

2022 was a difficult year in so many ways, so having tumblr and hockeyblr as a creative outlet has given me that comfort I don’t find anywhere else. I’ve also talked to so many amazing mutuals this year, new and remaining, and I appreciate you all so much for giving this old girl from the UK a place within the hockey community. I hope you all had an amazing year, and bring on 2023!

Just in summary, below the cut are all the full-length fics I’ve posted this year, which can all be found in the fic masterlist, as can the blurbs and the headcanons.

January Tyson Jost – she’s got a sunshine smile  Tyler Seguin – By Your Side 

February Tyler Seguin – This is Trouble 

April Nico Hischier – Walk in the Footsteps 

May Chris Kreider – just don’t give up  Tyson Jost – There’s a Chance That I’ve Fallen Quite Hard  Tyson Jost – What You Gonna Do When She Turns Around 

June Brock Boeser – afraid to know the answer 

July Matthew Tkachuk – I got the boy, she got the man 

August JT Compher – breathe me in, breathe me out  JT Compher – strawberries on a summer evening 

September Tyson Jost – All These Days I Never Thought  JT Compher – watermelon sugar high  Nico Hischier – This is My Home  Chris Kreider – Take Me For What I Am 

December Andrei Svechnikov – All I’ve Tried to Hide  Elias Pettersson - Déjà-Brew 

And finally, just a little shoutout to some of those who have made this year so special: @tippedbykreider @antoineroussel @broadstbroskis @matthewtkachuk @fallinallincurls @starshine-hockey-girl @thebookofmags @jostyriggslover96 @sorryjustafangirl @suitandtys @comphy-and-cozy @typical-simplelove @flexispartan @ryngrvs @ilyasorokinn @jostystyles @marcoscandellas @texanstarslove @senditcolton @quietblues @charliethehoneyedangel @whatishockey @newlibrary @tinyhockey @bqstqnbruin @horsesandhockeyplayers @chara-hugs @2manytabsopen - thank you all so much! 💛

[sonicasura]

SonicAsura's Doodles #71

Don't you know?

A dragon lives in those woods

Visage of a serpent

Bright fairy wings

Decor by the forest

Magic hums as it breathes

Fairy or dragon?

No one knows

Safety may come

If you respect its' abode

What tis' name?

Can't be told

But the fae given a title

The Great Fairy Dragon

Here he is, Great Fairy Dragon Hyrule, specifically in his early 20s so not full grown. I won't lie that his design gave me a bit difficulty and I rather not break the paper. Design wise, I wanted him to have some traits of Ancient Fairy Dragon since this Link is her son. Hyrule isn't the type who wears fancy or extravagant armor.

Personal preference being tunics or leather armor at best as he's simple in taste despite being a sacred dragon. Hyrule's magic is more akin to nature than light. Plants shall grow, storms may brew, and the land is his to revitalize or reshape. A bringer of paradise but also ruin.

Hyrule has helped rebuild fountains for his fairy kin and slowly undo the damage done to the kingdom. One personal creation being the Fairy Temple which serves as a den. A town called Avalon will soon be built around it and bring sanctuary to all in exchange for harmony.

When a certain Chain comes to recruit Hyrule, they got more than they bargained for. None of them but one feral Link knows. Both are going to be little shits about it too.

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Hyrule!

[weneverlearn]

Death of Samantha and the Blizzard Drive

Death of Samatha, 1988, on the shores of Lake Erie, most definitely not in the wintertime

Among the many fun-if-maddening things about YouTube is the odd ways in which fanatical nabobs post things. Let's just say they're not all SEO experts.

While anyone who has followed this blog, read my book, or spent more than 25 minutes talking to me at some point knows, I 'm a huge Death of Samantha fan. So I recently stumbled on these YouTube clips that do not list DoS at all in their titles, and hence were a treat to discover.

I was actually at the February 26, 1990 show in these live clips. New Bomb Turks guitarist Jim Weber drove up from Columbus, OH, to Cleveland with me and our roomie pal, Brian Duran. It's about a two-hour trip, but well worth it cuz DoS were always good, and hadn't been down to Columbus in awhile. Hard to tell from the dark, somewhat static film work here, but believe you me, it was a great show.

Nothing to do with snow, but gives you an idea of the pretty good local TV we had in Cleveland at the time that informed Death of Samantha's sense of the absurd...

The club was the Babylon a-Go-Go, a small, narrow joint tucked into an alley off W. 25th St., then a fairly desolate area (except for the excellent Great Lakes Brewing Company, where Eliot Ness used to hang out at the end of his career; it's still there). The "stage" was just the area right next to the bar, so you sort of sat on stools craning your neck at the band, or stood around.

As per usual with such wonky joints, it nonetheless made for a great place to see a band. Dates escape me at this point, but as the club gained a lil' following, they knocked down a wall, added a proper stage, and continued on as a solid club for I think about 4 more years. I saw an amazing L7 show there, Jonathan Richman, lots of good local bands, and they held Stiv Bators' official wake there in June, 1990, a monumentally interesting and fun event I have previously written about here -- check the bottom here and see the video tribute John Waters sent that was played at the event (along with ones from Iggy Pop and Lydia Lunch).

Bloated with fine rock'n'roll and craft beer (then a new trend in Cleveland), we hit the road home -- only to drive right into a huge blizzard. As traffic stops got increasingly packed, we tried a couple side road exits that got us nowhere, and ended up back on I-71 into more scary, slippery two-mph slogs.

Death of Samantha, 1988

At one point, while sitting in a miles-long jam, it was decided that getting out to pee on the side of the road would no doubt coincide with the traffic starting to move, and one of us chasing the car; but more pertinently, it was just cold and blistery as hell out. Then suddenly, the empty Pringles can (that night's dinner on the way to the show), smiled up from the car floor, offering relief.

Let's just say that that moment, in that dark backseat, with the strains of the Replacements wafting out of the tape deck, I learned the rough volume size of my bladder, as did the floor of that back seat.

It took us nearly seven hours to get back to Columbus, finally bounding out of the car with no regrets. That's how good Death of Samantha was. (Easy for me to say though, I didn't do any of the driving.)

The infamous blizzard of '78 in Cleveland

Climate change has added another layer of nostalgia to this tale, as it seems we just do not get big snowstorms like that anymore. Yeah, it still snows in Cleveland, but not in those massive pile-ups that remain stuck on the edges of sidewalks and mall parking lots gaining smog and car exhaust veneers until they gamely try to ward off the late-March melt...

[beautifulbows924]

I posted 916 times in 2022

That's 903 more posts than 2021!

170 posts created (19%)

746 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@raelwrites

@beautifulbows924

@darkened-writer

@dearlawdimasimp

@crazycookiecrumbles

I tagged 599 of my posts in 2022

Only 35% of my posts had no tags

#moonknight - 214 posts

#rose’s personal - 168 posts

#asks - 117 posts

#marc spector - 76 posts

#marc spector x reader - 74 posts

#steven grant x reader - 74 posts

#rose's personal - 71 posts

#steven grant - 70 posts

#roses2kwc - 66 posts

#<3 - 56 posts

Longest Tag: 122 characters

#while i was looking through the p’s i saw some of the o’s and it’s going to be hard to pick which of those i like the best

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Double the Trouble

Steven Grant & Marc Spector x Gender Neutral!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This fic is based off of idea number 4. I needed to write something to pass the time and I really like how it came out. I’ve already written the prologue to idea number 5 and that may be coming out later today. But don’t worry this is only the first part to this story, I definitely plan on writing more. As always, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave any feedback you have in the comments and if you like my work consider leaving a tip! Thanks:)

Word Count: 1.5K+

Warnings: A little angst in the beginning, NO Spoilers, Awkward Steven, Self deprecation, Fluff, Marc and Reader have a previously established friendship.

Summary: You’ve been friends with Marc your whole life, always secretly wishing you could be something more. So when he goes missing for months and suddenly turns up at your door asking you to help make sure one of his alters, ‘Steven’, doesn’t find out about the mess his life has become- of course you say yes. But what does that mean for you and Marc? Especially, when you’ve started to fall in love with Steven too.

Next Part: Reflections

In the 6 hours you’ve been in bed you’ve woken up four times. Albeit, not for long, but a sort of pattern forms.

You stumble to the bathroom, turn on the light, look at yourself in the mirror, wonder why you got up in the first place, and fall back into bed.

Nestling yourself underneath the covers for the fourth time, it dawns on you that you’re not getting any rest tonight, much like the days of sleep leading into this one. It started out small, just not feeling as energized in the morning, and morphed into 8 hours of sleep turning into only 10 minutes of true rest.

All the nights are the same now, you spend them worrying. And it’s so blatantly obvious that Marc going missing was the trigger for your sleep or lack thereof. But you try not to think about it.

You sit in the kitchen, coffee brewing behind you. The smell of it is sobering and it wakes you up enough for you to collect your thoughts.

You’re there for a while. Your fingers mindlessly swirling the small spoon that sits in your coffee cup and your other hand keeping your face from hitting the hard table.

You wish he would send you a sign that he’s alive. A text, a phone call, even a letter. You trust him, you know he’s smart, resourceful, but his job is dangerous. It’s likely that him going this long without contact means that something went wrong.

A bang startles you awake. It’s followed by several softer bangs that you can only assume are knocks. The clock to your right reads 7:32 am. You’re not exactly sure who it is that’s knocking at this hour but you welcome the distraction.

More bangs sound at the door, “Coming!”, you jump up, wrapping your robe around you tightly.

You throw the door open, looking down and away from the early morning visitor, “Sorry, I’m not used to visitors at this hour anymore. I hope you haven’t been waiting long”, you say, gaze shifting up, shock evident on your face when you realize who it is, “Marc?”.

His disheveled look is disheartening, but at least he’s alive.

“I didn’t know where else to go”, he says, his voice is raspy like he’s lived a whole life while he was away. But just by looking at him you think that maybe he did.

He brushes past you, sitting down at your table. It’s there, underneath the light where you can see just how bad he looks. His eyes are sunken in and his shirt is way too bloody for your liking. Although, you’re not entirely sure if it’s his or someone else’s. You assume it’s the latter.

“Are you alright?”, you ask him. You’re certain he wouldn’t come here, especially like this without good reason.

“I’m not here for me”, he responds simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh”, you quirk an eyebrow, sitting down beside him, signaling for him to talk. You quickly access him for any possible wounds. You’ve become quite the nurse with him around.

“I have to tell you something important. You’re the only one I trust, but I’m scared I’ll put you in harm's way. You know what these people are capable of and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to protect you”, he’s being honest with you, you can see it in his eyes.

The worry you’ve been feeling for weeks bubbles over inside of you, “Oh, Marc”, you take his hand in yours, “I’ve barely slept in weeks. I’ve been so worried about you, what’s going on?”.

He sighs heavily, but you continue, “We’ll figure out the rest later, together, but for now you have to talk to me”.

“I can’t tell you the full story”, you give him a pointed look, “at least not yet. I’m honestly not even sure if I fully understand everything that has happened”.

“It’s okay, just tell me what you need me to know”, you reassure him, squeezing his hand tightly.

He squeezes it harder in response, “I need your help. I’m not sure how long I’ve got before he fronts again and it’s already been hard enough making everything strange seem like a dream”.

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#4

Of Gods and Men

Marc Spector & Steven Grant x Gender Neutral!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This is the longest fic I’ve ever written- I’m so proud of it. The first part has elements of a request I got from @fangeekkk and the second half closely follows the events of Moonknight episode three. As always, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave any feedback you have in the comments and if you like my work consider leaving a tip! Thanks:)

Word Count: 3K+

Warnings: MAJOR MOONKNIGHT EPISODE 3 SPOLIERS, Khonshu x Reader if you squint, Angst, Several mentions of death, Reader is self destructive and critical, Layla is in this part but is Marc’s ex-wife.

Summary: You’ve been friends with Marc your whole life, always secretly wishing you could be something more. So when he goes missing for months and suddenly turns up at your door asking you to help make sure one of his alters, ‘Steven’, doesn’t find out about the mess his life has become- of course you say yes. But what does that mean for you and Marc? Especially, when you’ve started to fall in love with Steven too.

Previous Part: Reflections

Next Part: White Lies

The moon taunts you, serving as a constant reminder of Marc and Steven.

Your nights are blending together again. You spend them awake and worried, a painful ache in your chest that never goes away.

It hurts. You don’t know where they are- if they’re safe.

You assume as long as Marc is needed that Khonshu will keep him alive, but what happens when their work is done? Will he simply leave him to rot?

You try not to think about it.

You wish you knew where they went. You’re no mercenary, but you can hold your own in a fight. You trained with Marc for years in case you ever needed to protect yourself. He was always terrified he would somehow put you in harm’s way.

You’re certain that’s why he didn’t tell you where he was going, and why he refuses to take any of your calls.

You’re calling him again, unsure how many voicemails you’ve left, but you don’t care. You’ll call until the end of time if you must.

It rings, over and over again, until it stops. You try again.

The last ring has the phone meeting the wall in front of you with a loud smack, leaving a dent behind. The impact shakes the mirror above where it hit, the same mirror privy to everything that happened between you.

You’re angry still, not thinking of the consequences of your actions. Your chair scrapes against the kitchen tile.

You walk towards the mirror, intending to destroy it, hoping it will alleviate some of the hurt you’re feeling. You’re mainly furious at yourself, upset you didn’t tell Steven the truth when you had the chance, heartbroken you may never get the time to explain.

Your hands clasp the mirror, bringing it down to you and your reflection makes you pause.

You haven’t slept or eaten since Marc forced you to go that night, and you can tell it’s taking a toll on you. You know he’d be mad that you’re neglecting yourself if he was here and the thought has you sinking to the floor, hugging the mirror like it’s the last thing you have of both of them.

“Good, I don’t need to intervene”, a low voice says, the sound filling the entire room. Your eyes dart around, trying to find the source, but all you find is open air.

“I'm certain Marc wouldn’t want his pet injured, even if they themselves were the ones to cause it”, it continues, close enough to make you jump.

You breathe in shakily, tilting the mirror up, and directing it towards the empty space beside you. A grey beak nearly leans on your shoulder, sharp tip close enough to stab you in the eye if you turned slightly to the right.

"K-Khonshu?”, you stutter out, certain he’s the only god who would pay you a visit.

The beak moves, allowing you to see him more clearly. “I will only say this once”, he tells you, “Marc refuses to ask for help, human pride. Instead, I do it for him”.

“I offer you a deal. When Harrow is dead, I will leave them alone. If and only if, you make yourself available to be mine”.

You’re not entirely sure why he wants you as his avatar. You’re certainly not as capable as Marc or as intelligent as Steven. You feel overwhelmingly average when compared to them, despite your obvious advantage over the general population.

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#3

A Night to Remember

Steven Grant, Marc Spector, & Khonshu x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This is a very silly oneshot I came up with based off of a request by @babieluci. Thanks again for over 2000 followers! And if you’re interested- come check out my Writing Challenge. As always, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave any feedback you have in the comments and if you like my work consider leaving a tip! Thanks:)

Word Count: 1K+

Warnings: Fluff, No Spoilers, Multiple smut mentions.

“You are not asking them that!”

“What are you going to do about it? I have control of the body”, Marc responds, equally annoyed, “Who am I kidding- even if you did have control you still wouldn’t do anything about it”.

“I just need a bit of time to figure out how to do it- ‘s all”, his alter mutters, fiddling with his hands, “I want to make it special”.

Marc sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, “If one of us doesn’t just get this over with, Khonshu is going to get to them first and I hate to say this, but I’d rather share them with you”.

“Khonshu is interested in them too!?”, Steven asks, jaw opening and closing, mortified.

“Yes, now decide! Now. Who’s doing this?”

“Give me the body, I’ll ask them- you’re too abrasive”, he tells him, gesturing to the weapon that’s still in Marc’s hands.

“I’m not abrasive, I’m just forward”, he grunts.

“Same difference.”

A knock sounds at the door. It’s quite late for visitors, but you welcome the distraction. Your chair scrapes against the tile as you move to open it.

“Steven?”, you ask, immediately noticing it’s him based on his posture and relaxed features.

“Can I come in?”, he asks, walking inside before you’ve even answered.

He stiffens as his body brushes against yours, worrying you’ll be upset that he touched you, but you only look at him fondly. It makes him pause.

He wants to remember exactly how you look in this moment.

Hurry it up, or I’ll take control

Marc’s voice startles him a bit, causing him to flinch, “Um. Marc and I- I mean we-”.

Real smooth Romeo

“Shut up!”, Steven hisses, making you jump this time.

He looks at you apologetically, “Sorry, he’s giving me a hard time”.

“It’s okay, please continue and Marc be nice”, you tell him, assuming both of them can hear you.

Look what you did, now you got me in trouble

You grab Steven’s hands, holding them in yours, squeezing reassuringly.

“Well, we were wondering if you’d go out with us? Like a date?”, he rushes out.

You laugh a bit when he finishes, and he looks like he’s ready to run out the door.

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#2

Tears Ricochet

Khonshu x Gender Neutral!Reader

Eventual Marc Spector & Steven Grant x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Okay, some of you are going to be annoyed at me for this one. I just needed to lean into the angst during this part- I swear. I promise you the next part will be less heartbreaking. This is another request from @fangeekkk and I decided to turn it into a series instead of a oneshot, so here we are. As always, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave any feedback you have in the comments and if you like my work consider leaving a tip! Thanks:)

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Major angst, No Spoilers, memory loss, mentions of death and the afterlife, Steven and Marc aren’t in this part but they will show up eventually.

Summary: The ennead made you forget your service, any memory of your beloved God. So when you meet Steven and Marc, both connected to the deity- and begin to fall in love with them. Will you remember the God that once had your heart?

Next Part: Begin Again

“I call for judgment against Khonshu”, Hathor’s avatar says, a conduit for the God’s voice.

“The charges?”

“Forming an improper relationship with an avatar”, she accuses.

“Khonshu, is this true?”, another God asks, their avatar’s face looking appalled at the thought.

You look at him, torch light dancing through his form, small reflections of it sent from his bronze staff onto your face. Despite his height and demeanor, you can tell he’s anxious. His hand grips the metal rod so tightly that the bandages surrounding it are beginning to come loose.

Beak lifted, he turns, silently requesting permission to speak through you.

You nod your consent to him, your eyes glowing a bright blue, before fading again.

“Hathor is clouded by jealousy surrounding our previous entanglement”, he booms, voice mixing with yours. You’re certain you’ll never get used to the feel of it, but you enjoy the control it gives him over you.

“That is not an answer”, Horus reminds him.

“The matter does not involve you”, the God says simply, trying to stay calm.

“Khonshu has always blurred the lines between himself and the humans”, Hathor states, “It is not surprising that he has decided to debase himself with one”.

“Quiet!”, he screams through you, forceful enough to bring tears to your eyes, “Humanity is beautiful and worth our protection, somewhere along the way the Gods lost sight of that. And because I refused to, I was banished”.

You can feel his breath hitch through yours, waiting for something to happen.

It’s strange to you, having this effect on the God.

You know he always had his reservations surrounding your relationship, but you’ve never seen him like this. Almost scared.

You can feel ripples of uncertainty flow through your bond as the silence stretches uncomfortably. The Gods must be talking amongst themselves, instead of using their avatars. You try to look at him in a way that’s reassuring, but Khonshu can tell it isn’t genuine.

It’s obvious that you’re more nervous than he is regarding the situation.

“Let us speak to your Avatar”, Tefnut says, severing your connection with him.

You breathe heavily, being used like that always drains your energy.

“Have you formed an improper relationship with your God?”, she asks, lines etching her forehead in frustration.

“Improper”, you snarl angrily, mocking her. You’re livid, who are they to tell you who you can and can’t love?

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My #1 post of 2022

A God, a Mercenary, and a Gift-Shopist

Steven Grant, Marc Spector, & Khonshu x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Hopefully, this will tide you over while we wait for next weeks episode and I finish up some requests! It’s a cute little fic my head turned into- well this. I’m definitely willing to write more for it, maybe some full-on Khonshu smut if anyone is interested in reading it. As always, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave any feedback you have in the comments and if you like my work consider leaving a tip! Thanks:)

Word Count: 1.1K+

Warnings: Fluff, No Spoliers, Smut!

Summary: You meet Steven at a coffee shop, falling in love with him, and two others connected to him.

Steven

You’re in line waiting when you first see him. He’s cute, sitting at one of the many empty tables in the back, glasses halfway down his nose- like they had fallen and he didn’t care to push them up. You watch him for a while, but he doesn’t notice you, too captured by the book that sits in front of him.

The barista calls your name, pulling you from your trance. You grab your coffee and thank her, moving toward where the man is sitting.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?”, you ask, gesturing to the empty seat across from him.

He looks around for a moment. There are other open tables, and yet, you choose to sit with him.

“Sure”, he says softly, closing his book.

You look at the title, sitting down in front of him, “The Egyptian Book of the Dead, interesting”.

“Ah- Yes, well I work at the museum”, he tells you, pointing across the street, “It’s nice getting to see the exhibits everyday, makes you want to learn more about them”.

You look at him excitedly, almost impressed? He sighs dismissively, “I work at the gift shop. The pay is good, but my boss is quite harsh- and that’s on a good day”, he pauses, noticing your expression hasn’t changed, “I’m sorry if you were looking for a tour guide-”.

“No!”, you interrupt him, “I actually saw you while I was in line and I thought you were cute so I came over here”.

He fiddles with his fingers, not quite sure what to say.

The silence lasts a while, longer than considered comfortable, before you decide to speak, “I’m sorry if that was too forward, I can leave if you’d like”, you offer, gathering your belongings.

“I want you to stay”, he says quietly, looking at you through the dark curls splayed across his face.

You stop your actions and smile at him, beginning an awkward conversation that eventually becomes more natural.

Your coffee’s long forgotten.

Marc

He groans, stretching his arms above his head, trying to adjust to the dark lighting. Steven’s phone beeps beside him, lighting up with a message. I’m looking forward to our date, it reads.

He makes his way to the bathroom, phone in hand.

“What’s this”, he asks, holding it up to the reflection.

“None of your business”, Steven responds, annoyed. He doesn’t want him to have anything to do with you.

“It looks like something.”

“Yeah, well it’s not”, he tells him again.

“Oh, so you won’t care if I just-”, he starts to text back, telling you something has come up and Steven can’t make it anymore.

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[invisibleraven]

Year End Fic Round Up!

Man 2022 has been a fucking year!

JatP didn't let go of it's grip on me, and this year I actually kept a fucking Excel sheet (because I am a nerd) to keep track of my word count, so get ready for some boring statistics!

Please note these totals are only what I have published to AO3, not the total I have written, so it doesn't count any WiPs I have brewing or fics I am currently not finished uploading (Yellow Wood has a total of 18 chapter including a very short epilogue. Look for updates twice a week in the new year!)

My main pairing this year was Rulie with 9 fics, with PeterPatterLina as a close second with 8 fics.

My least productive month was February with ~22.6k words

My most productive month was June with ~66.2k words

I filled 369 T rated ficlets (That works out to roughly 7 a week)

I filled 25 E rated ficlets

I wrote 23 full fics (20 G-T, 3 M/E) including 2 new ficlet collections for my T rated prompts

So my word count total for the year was....

*drumroll please*

481,482!

Holy shit guys, that is so many words! It is ~69.2K more than my total from last year and it brings my total for JatP for the past 2 years up to:

893,746!

Like... fuck!

Julie and the Phantoms what did you DO to me?

By the way, I'm nowhere near done! I plan to keep writing, though production may need to slow down as classes ramp up and the like, and I've already decided that once I hit 500 T rated filled prompts they will be going on a bit of a hiatus so I can take time for bigger projects. We're only 71 prompts away, so it won't take long!

Major thanks and hugs to my canoe crew who have kept me motivated, sent me prompts, beta'd my mistakes, encouraged my more adventurous stories, and have been the best friends a girl could ask for. I love you all!

Happy New Year!

[ly-von-karma]

I posted 10,102 times in 2022

That's 3,805 more posts than 2021!

312 posts created (3%)

9,790 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 721 of my posts in 2022

#catboypucci answers - 74 posts

#ly von karma chit chats - 71 posts

#anon asks - 50 posts

#ly von karma answers - 43 posts

#catboypucci vents - 28 posts

#manfred von karma - 22 posts

#ace attorney - 18 posts

#leonore von karma - 18 posts

#franziska von karma - 15 posts

#ask games - 14 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i'd get mocked at for the shape of my eyes and people would pull the corners of them and call me “kin kan” “liling” and those kinda things

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I need more ace attorney mutuals, aka gay lawyers mutuals, please like or rb this post so it can reach more people!

75 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#4

If your F/O is a bad person in their respective media, please acknowledge they're a bad person. Don't uwuify them. Don't take away their bad traits. My point is, don't change them. Sure, everyone's got their own version of their F/Os but if they're like, mentally ill, don't remove their mental illness(es), if they're not body abled, don't have them magically grow limbs they lost. You catch my drift, don't change your f/os and turn them into something else.

128 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#3

Narumitsu watching re-runs of the Signal and Steel Samurai late at night because Phoenix is a simp was 'yeah sure, why not' and both of them had to attend a trial the next day:

Phoenix, brewing coffee: Good morni- Edgeworth, dark circles under his eyes and crankiness: Don't talk to me, Wright. Phoenix, watching Edgeworth pour himself coffee: (Jeez, what's up him?) Edgeworth: We shouldn't have stayed up late. It's all your fault, Wright- Phoenix: Hey, it was your idea! Edgeworth: And you went along with it despite knowing we had a trial-

212 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

YASSSSSSSSSSSSS

240 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

rb to kill the queen faster.

1,094 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

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