#ANYWAY all that said. Rocky my beloved……

[aroaessidhe]

2025 reads / storygraph

Project Hail Mary

sci-fi

a man wakes up on a spaceship with no memory, and eventually figures out he’s the sole survivor on a desperate mission to save humanity

his memory slowly returns through flashbacks, showing him how and why he ended up on the mission and how he has to search for answers alone

….except he’s not alone, because there’s an alien ship nearby, with its’ own sole survivor, in a similar situation

alien friendship :)

[mayajadewrites]

could've been you: aizawa x reader x hawks

You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right? relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold.

CHAPTER ONE

The air reeks of teenagers and sweat. As you walk through the long hallway, you glance at the photos on the walls. They're filled with photos of Pro Heros - All Might, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist.

You sigh when you see your own portrait. You look younger, probably just a couple of years after you graduated from UA.

Mirage the nameplate read.

"UA is so happy to have you back, Mirage!" Nezu caught up to your space in the hallway.

"Please, use my real name. You've known me since I was a student myself." You shifted the weight of the boxes in your hands.

"Always so humble. Anyways, your room is this way. Thank you for offering to stay on campus, sometimes these students get into trouble."

"Who would say no to free housing? And it'll be harder for me to be late." You watch as Nezu opens the door to your room. It's more like an apartment - you have your kitchen, living room, bedroom, a 2nd bedroom and a bathroom. It looks like it was newly constructed too.

"You'll be teaching the Strategy class starting next week. I want you to observe a few classes before your first official day as a teacher though." He hopped on your counter to get closer to your eye level. "Though I'm afraid what you'll think when I tell you who the instructor is."

You start to unpack a box as you hear Nezu's words. You let out a light laugh as you pull out some of your trinkets.

"As long as it's not Eraserhead, I'll be okay."

Silence.

"I said, as long as it's not Eraserhead." You turn your body to face Nezu. You furrow your eyebrows as you stare at him. "This where you say, 'Of course it's not him! It's Endeavor!'"

"Endeavor doesn't teach. He has no patience for his own children, let alone students he doesn't know."

"Nezu. You're telling me I'll be observing fucking ERASERHEAD teaching?! Who even let him teach in the first place?"

"I did. He is a fine instructor, the children love him."

You roll your eyes. You and Eraserhead have always had a tough time getting along. Always disagreements, always arguing, never compromising.

"Let me remind you of the last time I saw Eraserhead." You used your quirk, mind manipulation, to show Nezu your last memory of Eraserhead.

Mirage. Quirk: Mind Manipulation.

Your quirk allows you to show a person an image you control using mind manipulation. You can put them anywhere in the world, they will think they're there. You can also pull a memory from their mind and place them back to that time. The drawback is you can only do this on one person at a time, however everyone in the vicinity will see the same thing the designated target does.

You, Eraserhead, and Endeavor were patrolling the city when a group of villains decided to cause destruction and havoc on an elementary school.

It was mid day, a weird time for villains to be out.

"Eraserhead, use your quirk on the one in the middle!" Endeavor said as he blasted flames out of his hands. "He's the leader!"

"No, he's not. It's the one that's in the back - he's been saving his power."

"Endeavor is right, he's been calling all the shots. What leader would just lay back and let their team do all the work?"

"A lot." His eyes turned red as he stopped the man he was targeting from using his quirk.

"Eraserhead, why can't you just fucking listen?" You tried to get into the mind of the leader, but he had something that was keeping you at bay. Was it his quirk? "Please, use your quirk on him! I can't get into his head!"

But Eraserhead didn't listen.

He never did.

And it cost you to be in a coma for a few months.

The villain used some sort of dark magic to surpress your quirk, sending your brain into shock.

Everything went black.

You waved your hand to bring Nezu out of the vision you brought to him. "It was because of HIM that I was out cold for months."

"I'm sorry, but this is what's going to happen. We don't have many teachers here as it is, and Aizawa is at your level. You're both very strong."

"I should take that as a compliment, right?" You scoff. "Send me what room he teaches in and I'll be there at 8AM when classes begin."

"I appreciate you're willingness to cooperate." Nezu nods, jumping off the counter and walking to the door. "And I'm sorry that you experienced that."

You only nod as he shuts the door gently. You let out a sigh as he left, letting the anxiety that filled your body go. You learned this through therapy since you experience anxiety through physical symptoms.

"Breathe." You murmured. Time to start unpacking.

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Your mattress and other furniture was delivered so you set everything up. Your bed looked like a cloud with muted earthy tones on your comforter and around your room.

You felt your stomach grumble as you flattened out your blanket. Guess it was time to grab some food. You slip on a pair of leggings, a thin strapped tank top and a cropped zip up sweatshirt that hands off one of your shoulders as you zip it. You slide your feet into your chunky tennis shoes and head out the door.

You're still familiar with the campus at UA, even though some of the buildings have been redone. You made your way to the cafeteria where you see a few Pro Heroes talking at a table. They must've just finished a demonstration or something.

"Mirage?" You hear Endeavors voice boom. You couldn't not hear him.

"That's me." You walk over to the table he was at. He looked... happy to see you.

"I never thought I would see you again. We've needed you, villains are at an all time high."

"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." You look up at him - he's so much taller than you. Usually people are put off by Endeavor and his personality, but you have a soft spot for him. "I'm teaching here starting next week."

"No way!" You hear another recognizable voice. Present Mic.

"Yamada!" You ran up to him and gave him a squeeze. "I haven't seen you in years!"

"You look great! Your body looks so much different than high school, your curves are unbelievable."

Yamada has always been once to compliment women - he's never scared. You're also not stick thin like a lot of female heroes these days. Your body has muscle, but you're soft at the same time. You have full, plush hips and thighs and an ass to match. You're also blessed in the chest area, but you cover that up the best you can.

"Yamada, can you please go a couple of minutes without objectifying women." Endeavor rolled his eyes.

"Lighten up, Enji. He was just giving a compliment." A new voice chimed in. You saw a man with dirty blonde hair look your way, a pair of dark red wings behind him. "My name is Keigo, Hawks is my hero name." He held out his hand. He's cute.

"You must be one of the newer Pro Heroes all of the women in town are talking about." You shake his hand and look into his honey colored eyes. "You have quite a fanbase."

Keigo chuckled, his teeth shining as he smiled. It was a warm, comforting smile that you needed after reliving the last time you saw Eraserhead.

"Would you like to eat with us? We just finished introducing ourselves to the students since it's the start of the year." Keigo patted the seat next to him.

"Sure, let me grab some food first." You turn to the food stations and grab a chicken sandwich and fries. You feel Keigo glancing at you as you walk through the cafeteria, careful not to stare too hard.

Cute.

You, Enji, Yamada and Keigo talk for what feels like hours. Catching up, sharing stories and getting to know one another. Enji told you about how his youngest son, Shoto is enrolled at UA. He said he shows a lot of promise, and that he's trying to rebuild a relationship with him.

Yamanda went on and on about his online dating life, and how he's having trouble finding his 'one true love'.

Keigo is full of smiles and laughs, which was so refreshing.

"Can I walk you back to your room?" Keigo jogged to catch up with you as you walked toward the dorms.

"What, you think a villain is gonna pop on me on my walk back?" You giggle. "Sure you can." You start walking in sync together.

"So, what's your quirk exactly?" He tilts his head down as he walks.

"Mind manipulation. I can make someone see anything I want them too. I also can manipulate objects too, but I don't use that as much."

"So are you making me see one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen or is this my reality?"

How is he so smooth?

"I'm not using my quirk right now, scouts honor." You put two fingers up and giggled. "That's me." You point to your door as you approach it.

Then you spot a tall, dark haired man standing near your door, leaning on the wall.

Fucking Eraserhead.

[commanders-company]

[Not] The End

They had said their goodbyes hours ago, and yet both remained rooted on the rocky outcropping, facing the sunset together. As the light dimmed little by little, the sky was engulfed in a blanket of pinks and reds, and soon would fade, bit by bit, into dusky shadows. The fishermen of Seitung waved as the changing of shifts passed, and even though neither could see the harbor they knew lanterns were preparing to light up the night once again.

Dusk came, and still they kept their eyes on the horizon. It was too much to look at each other.

Caithe had left some time ago, unfortunately called away by her duty to the Grove and the Crystal Bloom. Feyn could have named any number of other responsibilities she could have excused herself for, if she had wanted to. If she felt her heart could take it.

But to end this chapter of her life – so long, and yet so soon? To turn her back on Aurene, and never know when or if she would ever see her again?

Ten years ago, her journey to where she was today had begun – and seven years since she had first seen the egg that would change her life again. A lifetime of adventure and tragedy, of joy and pain in equal measure, and despite it all here she was – here they were, alive. Healthy. Happy.

And yet.

“Champion,” Aurene said softly, “It’s time.”

Feyn looked up – she hadn’t realized her thoughts had drifted so much, or that tears had already begun to fall. “Yes, I…I suppose it is.”

A silence fell between them again. Even with those words spoken, the next step seemed too far and painful to reach.

“I wanted to give you something. A long overdue gift.” Aurene turned to face her, and Feyn could already feel the magic brimming on her tongue. “I had always felt it…unfair that Caithe and the Crystal Bloom received my blessing, but you never had the chance.” She turned away again – was she embarrassed? “That is – if you would like to.”

Feyn stood and reached, turning the dragon’s head back her way. “Aurene…it would be my honor.”

The dragon let out a small sigh of relief, leaned in until their foreheads touched, and said, “Close your eyes.”

Feyn squeezed them tight. The tears would break through anyway.

She felt Aurene’s breath flow over her, like the softest touch and the kindest tongues of flame. She breathed in her scent as it flowed through her veins. The magic felt much like a ray of sunshine breaking through a deep dark canopy, bringing light to the life below for the first time. She felt a hundred pinpricks in her skin and welcomed the touch, any touch, knowing what would come next.

Slowly the sensations faded to memory. Feyn kept her eyes shut, but she knew.

The sun had set. Aurene was gone.

*~*

Much later, Feyn retired to her chambers in the royal court – one of the many gifts the people of Cantha had showered upon her, and one of the few she accepted. She felt drained in a way she hadn’t in years; her eyes were red and dry, her chest ached, and every part of her pushed her towards the freshly made bed in the darkest corner of the room. But first she needed to see.

She stood before the mirror. In the dim candlelight, she could see the glow peeking out from beneath her jerkin. She slowly shrugged off the shoulder and removed the neck pieces and breastplate, revealing the crystal beneath – an array of prismatic crystal flowing the line of her collarbone. Around the back they grew larger, then smaller again as they trailed a few inches down her spine. She she spun she followed the lines of crystal as they flowed back to her front, coalescing into a rose-shaped spiral that pulsed in time with her heart.

She realized the tears had begun flowing again. But somehow it felt different; the sorrow was still there, but it was mixed with something like…peace.

Somewhere in a distant, quiet corner of the world, Aurene – her Aurene, her beloved daughter, the true savior of the world – had made herself a new home, where she could focus on her newfound duty. Neither had any way of knowing when, or if they would ever meet again. But as sure as sun would rise – as sure as the brand crystal sprouting from her skin would continue to glow – Feyn knew that she would only ever be a heartbeat away.

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Goldenheart choices

1. Pirate or surfer Ambro and mermaid Bal au

2. Tinker fairy bal and human ambro childhood friends au

3. Fae Bal and Hunter ambro, (if you want smut? Top ambro, bottom bal with vines as bondage)

4. Riririkinzi's little mermaid au drabble (angst, fluff, or smut)

Ok so I chose Pirate/Mermaid (movie ver.) And let me tell you this was SO much fun to write!!!! I might continue it into something more long-form on my AO3, is that something anyone is interested in?? Thank you for the request anon! I hope you don't mind all the creative liberties I took ❤️

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Ballister lifted himself up onto the rocks and sang, his brilliant black tail flicking the water beneath. It was the curse of the sirens that they should be forced to sing, forced to lure the sailors who would linger among them, enraptured, until succumbing to starvation on the barren seabanks of their island. The sirens did not wish to see their beloved muses suffer for them, but if any ship was able to resist their call and pass them by, or if any sailor managed to leave their island, they would all dissolve into the salt of the ocean. So he sang with his brothers and sisters, as beautifully as he could, desperate to lure any ship that came within earshot of their island, to preserve his family. Siren voices carry for well over a mile.

Just as usual, the ship crashed on the rocks and the surviving sailors were thrown to the sea below. They would need to retrieve them. Of course it would be easier to just allow the sailors to drown, but just as the sailors were enraptured by the sirens, so too were the sirens captivated by the sailors. It was nice, sometimes, to have their company, but in addition to that, sirens could not reproduce with one another. To keep their island alive, they needed to rescue the humans.

Diving below the sea, Ballister saw what appeared to be the Captain, based on his attire. He was young to be a captain, with blond hair that whipped and floated in the water. Ballister wrapped his arm around him and carried him to the surface, ushering him to the rocky shore.

Canals ran through this island of boulders, allowing the merfolk to interact with their human pets for however long they had. There was some freshwater springs, but no food. Sirens didn't need to eat.

He rested his hand on the Captain's chest and pressed until all the water was out of him. The man coughed and sputtered. He met Ballister's eyes. "You. Were you the one singing, with the beautiful voice?"

Ballister cradled his head and smiled. "I was singing with my brothers and sisters. We each have our own song. They harmonize when we sing together, but each one is a melody on its own."

The captain blinked. "What was your song?"

Ballister opened his mouth to sing softly. The man's eyes widened. "That's it! Your song is the one that I heard!"

Ballister blushed. "You only heard mine? We were all singing."

"I heard the harmony when we got closer. You all sounded lovely. Are you a mermaid? Or a siren?"

"I'm a merman," Ballister said with an annoyed albeit amused lilt. "But I am also a siren. They're the same thing, you know."

"Oh." The man looked over the stones and into the water, his eyes widening as he caught a glimpse of Ballister's tail. "You don't look like you'll try to eat me."

Ballister laughed. "We don't eat sailors! We don't need to eat. We live forever, unless we are killed or captured. I am a Guardian, I protect the island. You seem to be a pirate, but you don't look like you're going to brutally pillage me."

"Heavens no!" The Captain laughed nervously. "We aren't those kinds of pirates. I was the heir to a corrupt, powerful fishing company. They were exploiting their sailors and stealing from the public, so I rounded up some sailors and now we take down their fishing boats. We don't hurt anyone, we recruit those who want to join us and bring the rest home. Anyway, do you all have names?"

Ballister snorted. "Yes, and mine is Ballister."

"My name is Ambrosius. Hello, Ballister." Ballister just smiled and nodded. They weren't supposed to remember the humans' names. It made things too hard.

The siren's eyes widened when a warm hand, with a skin far more textured than his own cupped his face. "Has anyone told you that you are so beautiful, Ballister?"

He blushed and sank a bit deeper into the water. "I am frequently told I have a lovely voice."

"No," said the human-- the Captain-- Ambrosius. "That's not what I mean. Your voice is beautiful, but that's not what I mean. Something about your eyes. You're just the most gorgeous person I've ever seen. Not something I thought I'd ever say washed up on a boulder to a half-fish man, but I mean it."

Ballister laughed, but something inside him twisted. The siren's seductive magic lies solely in his song. He cannot keep a human captivated unless he is singing. He wasn't singing, but this man still looked at him with that look in his beautiful almond eyes.

Ballister had already decided that this human was going to be his. But now, he was starting to feel sure that he didn't want to let this one go.

[gumballavocadoharry]

Shrinking Ray; Brother Harry:

*This was a request! I hope you like it- to the anon who gave such brilliant insight to this one!*

Fire slashes still simmered against the wall of the basement. Lightning sparks still pecked every once in a while through the burns of the rocky pavement. A broken beam collapsed, illuminating the room in particles of sparse dust. 

Harry's lip was bitten in; sullen under his top lip. His eyes scanned the room and then flashed back to Yn, his younger sister. "What have you done?" Yn was too afraid to speak. Sure, her powers had gotten out of control and maybe she was partly to blame for that- but it was an accident. But Harry just saw dollar signs after checkbooks and calls to repair men- he didn't see it the way Yn wished he did. "It was a true accident Harry, that's all,"

"That's all? Yn, you destroyed the basement- you think that it's that simple?! It's gonna cost a fortune to repair all this! What is wrong with you- why didn't you practice your powers like I asked?!" Yn looked away, "I'm sorry." Her voice, frail and tapered like a mouse. Harry took in a deep sigh. "You know..... ever since Mom and Dad died, it's been my job to protect you. It was something like this that killed our parents in the first place! That's why, you have to practice your powers yn- practice makes perfect!" Yn swallowed.

Harry's powers were seasoned- mature and controlled in the way she wished hers to be. He could strike a match with the snap of his fingers and laser through hard bullets with the slight of his eyes. Harry could be gentle; calm in his powers and diminutive in his fidelity. But he could be rough- powerful with the clap of his hands to create a atomic blast. His fist could slam through iron, his palms could shoot fire blasts in the color of blue and orange that would bore from his body with diamond stamina.

Yn, still needed practice. She had the privilege of carrying lightning strikes and heat blast and freeze and heat breaths with her. Moving solid materials with the tips of her fingers and dodging danger before it came to her were he birth right powers. But they were loose, out of her control which Harry seemed to frown upon in Yn. 'You should do this,' or 'You have to get a better grip on this Yn,' and her favorite, 'You can do better Yn, you just have to be serious about this.' The nail in the coffin of all the 'little critiques' her 'helpful' brother would give her was painful to say the least. Yn hated it.

She hated being on this pedestal of expected perfection because of who her parents were and who her brother was trying to be. And at 18, she thought that maybe things would be easier. 

"I can't believe this," Harry muttered, "oh my gosh, Yn." Yn looked to the side, "I was just trying to be like you..... I want to save the world like you Harry." Harry looked at Yn, "Are you serious?" he laughed, "you ruined the entire basement Yn, why would I let you save the world when you can't even help yourself?!" That hurt. A lot.

Yn darted upstairs to main level of the house with tears clouding her vision. She slammed her bedroom door and cried into her pillow. It wasn't fair. Harry is the city's beloved superhero and all Yn wanted was to be apart of that. But no... she was just one big screw up who could never amount to anything. Yn's self pity then turned to anger. Anger at Harry. Looking to the first device that was kept in the vault part of the house, Yn blasted herself with it. Maybe it didn't do anything? She thought until she saw that the door frame was way bigger than she was.

"YN!?" A loud voice shouted. It scared her, riveting through her eardrums like train sirens. Upon hearing the hefty footsteps coming in her direction, Yn ran and hid behind the stairs- to the front of them on the first step against the beam. "YN WHERE ARE YOU, WE HAVE TO TALK!" Yn stayed quiet. Perhaps he wouldn't even hear her anyway. "YN I'M SORRY ABOUT WHAT I SAID, BUT YOU HAVE TO COME OUT NOW!" Yn stayed quiet. When she saw the worried look on Harry's face, she finally cracked. "Harry, I'm down here!"

Harry turned around thinking he heard something but quickly turned back to where he was walking. "YN, PLEASE COME OUT.... I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT WHAT I SAID. I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOUR FEELINGS LIKE THAT... I LOVE YOU BABY SIS.... YN?" Yn carefully walked up to Harry and shot her lightning strike his way. Surprised, he looked down and saw a little Yn looking back at him. "YN?" She nodded as she was carefully invited onto Harry's hand and was gently lifted to his eyes. "Yn, there you are.... why are you so little?" Before she could speak, Harry's eyes widened,

"Did you use the shrink ray?" A stiff smile appeared across her face. Harry shook his head, "Oh Yn.... one thing after the next." Tears bubbled in her eyes again. They slowly dripped onto Harry's palm. "I'm sorry Harry..... I'm sorry I ruined the basement, I'm sorry I shrunk myself and I'm sorry for being such a big disappointment to you and to Mom and Dad."

"Yn! That's not true! You are not a disappointment!" Harry looked to the side before looking back to you again, "I'm sorry about what I said before- honest. I shouldn't have been so hard on you about the basement. We all make mistakes- I know I did when I was still learning." Yn wiped her eyes. "Thanks Harry for saying that...." Harry gave his sister and small smile and set her down on the ground. He grabbed the shrink ray and reversed the effects of the ray. Returning to normal size, Yn was able to see Harry's face more clearly. Mellowed and calm than how it was.

"Come her Yn," Harry gave Yn a hug- wrapping his arms around his sister with deep compassion. "I love you.... and I'll help you- for real, not criticizing you." "Thanks Harry, that would be perfect." Harry kissed the top of Yn's head. "I love you too Harry." Yn looked up in Harry's eyes and let him hug her for as long as he could.

She never wanted him to let go.

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

My Garden Flowers Part 4

All photos mine. The Pennsylvania pellitory is edited for because the plant app I took the photo in washed it out. The scarlet bee balm is edited for colour because that old phone's camera sucked.

In order of appearance:

091. Pennsylvania Pellitory (Parietaria pensylvanica) A common garden weed, but as it's native it can stay in some places.

092. Perennial Flax (Linum perenne) In spite of the name she sadly didn't come back or reseed. Shame because she looked really nice in that area. Oh well. I'll have to try in another spot.

093. Showy Tick-Trefoil (Desmodium canadense) She tricked me! I thought she hadn't made it as she hadn't come up by late June so I got another one and put her in a different area...only for this one to come up. And if you're thinking, oh, she's just a late bloomer, I should have waited, well, she came up in May this year. Because of course she did.

094. Virginia Mountain Mint (Pycnanthemum virginiana) She smells like something you'd want to season steak or something with and would probably do very well at that but I've never cooked a steak before. Maybe I'll try her in pesto some day.

095. Devil's Tongue (Opuntia humifusa) She flowered for the first time last year and is flowering again this year!

096. Fragile Prickly Pear (Opuntia fragilis) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. She's still quite little. I might break off a piece of her to try growing in that really tough spot. If she can survive summer to winter in a pot, surely that area shouldn't be too harsh for her.

097. Thrift Seapink (Armeria maritima) She's tough enough to survive winter in a pot and did so for three years, but last winter was apparently too much for her. Again, I think it was just too dry. She was pretty much only happy there in the spring and fall, though, so maybe it's just as well. The new one I planted elsewhere seems happy in all seasons.

098-099. Lance-Leaved Tickseed (Coreopsis lanceolata) Usually only the cultivars have those red markings! I'm assuming there's been some cross-pollination with other gardens because I did not plant that. My tickseeds are all straight amber. Unless she independently produced the colour on her own as a sport. Interestingly enough, none of them are showing that colouration this year.

100. White Sagewort (Artemisia ludoviciana) I wasn't actually supposed to have this one. I'd ordered the less aggressive A. frigida, but oh well. Maybe she'll attract American lady butterflies some year. Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. She smells like something you'd use to season stuffing.

101. Blue-Eyed Grass (Sisyrinchium angustifolium) After several attempts in different areas, trying my hardest to follow what the information online said she would need, but somehow failing, this one at last seems to be doing fine.

102. Dotted St. John's Wort (Hypericum punctata) I didn't plant that. Either a gift of the wildlife or a dormant seed came to life when I removed the grass.

103. Roundhead Bushclover (Lespedeza capitata) Another one I've had several attempts with, but she seems to like it there.

104. Curlycup Gumweed (Grindelia squarrosa) Flowered nicely that year and I thought she didn't reseed because she didn't come up last year but there is a plant this year! It's good to remember that seeds can lie dormant for some time. :)

105. Upright Prairie Coneflower "Mexican Hat" (Ratibida columnifera) This is a cultivar and has since passed away during the winter.

106. Rocky Mountains Bee Plant (Cleomella serrulata) She reseeded for several years but apparently not this one. Hopefully they're just skipping a year and will come up next spring. If not I'll have to attempt a different area. Anyway, pretty much the whole plant is edible with preparation, and lots of insects love the flowers.

107. Spotted Horsemint (Monarda punctata) Beloved of many insects. Sometimes I just like to sit next to her and watch the activity.

108. Wild Black Sweet Tomato (Solanum ptychanthum) She began as a weed on this property, but not anymore. She is a welcome part of my native garden with her wonderful fruits in the summer.

109. Common Sunflower (Helianthus annuus) The wild type this time, but no evidence of reseeding this year. :(

110. Alpine Rock Cress (Arabis alpina) She flowers in April before most trees have even blossomed.

111. Field Chickweed (Cerastium arvense) By the time I got to plant her in the fall some years ago, I was sure she'd die over the winter. She didn't but struggled through the warm months. But she managed to bounce back the following spring and makes a nice little carpet now.

112. Yellow Wild Indigo (Baptisia tinctoria) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

113. Butterflyweed (Asclepias tuberosa) Finally decided to flower this year! She is the only orange species of milkweed native this far north.

114. Upright Prairie Coneflower (Ratibida columnifera) The wild type. Didn't like that spot in the winter either, so I'm trying a different area this year.

115. Fringed Blue Aster (Symphyotrichum ciliolatum) Not the most colourful or compact, but makes a nice spray of pale blue violet over her dark green foliage.

116. Bluestem Goldenrod (Solidago caesia) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet, but she's likely to this year.

117. Black Walnut (Juglans nigra) She's been on the property long before I got here. Not pictured as I haven't gotten any pictures yet since she is very tall.

118. Field Pussytoes (Antennaria neglecta) Compact and low-growing foliage create a mat, with these delicate stems poking out with what looks like kitten toes that pass for the plant's flower.

119. Aster (Symphyotrichum) I don't know what she is yet, but she decided to take up residence with my pussytoes and I guess that's okay. Haven't gotten pictures of the flowers yet.

120. Dotted Blazing Star (Liatris punctata) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

In the dnd au, how did the whole.... Well you listed Eret and George both as rulers(which I want to know more about because in canon they aren't king at the same time and there's a whole power struggle with that), and also you said all the rulers know what's going with Dream, I'm assuming George and Dream were close friends at some point since from what you've said the canon plot seems fairly intact just in dnd so how does George feel about it all

Hope these questions made some amount of sense :)

Oh dnd!eret and george my beloveds my absolute beloved (I really love them in this au)

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So for the dnd au I had to modify some things (that’s why some things feel different but also the basics of what happened are the same) so for this au, The Kinoko Kingdom is actually originally the ‘first’ Kingdom in the continent. It was originally shrouded by the feywild and didn’t show itself until Philza’s kingdom (at the time named Emerald’s Crow) was formed. Philza ruled for a long time before he left but George was the king of that at some point when it happened— I’m too tired to do math but George is a wood elf in this au so he’s older than Dream by a small bit :3 so George originally ruled the feywild and that area as the other kingdoms slowly formed.

Meanwhile Eret’s Kingdom is the newest one to be formed! It was formed before Philza left so they had rocky footing, and Eret being also an elf (I forgot which subrace but I wanna say star elf) needed help— so he formed very strong alliances with L’Manberg right after Wilbur was reigned king and Kinoko, due to Dream’s influence.

Now Dream has a big part in this because Eret does value Wilbur and his alliance/friendship, but Dream was persuading him to go to a different direction and basically betray him all in the name of wanting to protect the kingdom she loved and cared about, so Eret believed him!

And the betrayal happened and things went- wrong really.

Mainly Eret feeling guilty because yeah she finally got her kingdom feeling safe but not feeling right about it, and there was an intense conversation between her and Dream which resulted in her being overthrown and Kinoko Kingdom expanding and taking over Eret’s Kingdom which EVERYONE immediately was on high alert for and realized this was a problem bc George basically overthroned her.

And eventually Eret had to have an audience with Wilbur where she miraculously didn’t executed right then and there and Wilbur helped (along with all the other kingdoms) to reclaim her kingdom back as long as she changed the name and swore under oath that she is to never do something in similar vein like that that can end up risking the whole continent as well as to stop supporting the other kingdom— so she agreed.

So Eret’s Kingdom is now called Withering Hope! And that oath she made plays a big part since Cala well- basically is doing something that breaks it and she is close to Eret.

And Queen Eret and George don’t interact unless Royal meetings where the monarchs have to convene and those are.. rough.

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As for the second part of the ask, oh yes absolutely. Dream and George were very close (like close) but Dream unfortunately never took it romantically with George, for a number of reasons. Mainly because he knew that if he did, it would make Dream have a weakness and even though he genuinely loved and cared about his King he couldn’t ever admit those feelings. So that’s why he was with Fundy since he solely sought it as beneficial (but then he realized he actually liked him too and then things got messy quick).

But anyways! Only the monarchs and their close ones know about Dream being in the prison- no one knows he’s been tortured obviously they just think he’s contained. And George- is conflicted.

Because on one hand Dream at the end kinda had an argument with him and Sapnap and they both realized that he wasn’t helping the kingdom but helping for his own selfish needs- and that broke George’s trust immensely.

The other hand… he can’t help but to worry for his friend.

But he doesn’t visit or even ask about him, he knows that it’s a door long closed now and he moves on… *gestures to DreamXD who is literally one of the gods in the au*

He honestly didn’t expect Dream to escape until he heard the news because when Dream escaped Q alerted the monarchs specifically and requested basically an emergency private meeting with all of them.

And George has a whirlwind of feelings on that- he’s scared, angry.. hopeful?

He’s just a confused mess ok this because the relationship is too damaged to be fixed so he has to act like well.. a king and be cordial.

But Sapnap doesn’t!

[lurkingshan]

Never Let Me Go

Well, that was certainly a show! This one lost me along the way, but there were definitely things I liked. The first half of the show, before the beach getaway, was compelling if not perfect. I was interested in the characters and I thought the set up of the relationship dynamics was promising. The early love square between the four main characters had a lot of potential. Nueng and Palm had decent chemistry and I thought they performed their kisses pretty well. I was intrigued by Chopper’s character and his family dilemma. And there was some very nice cinematography, including the final beach sequence in the last episode. That was gorgeous.

That said, I feel like built in goodwill for these actors must have carried the fandom because most of that early promise was squandered and so much about this show just didn’t work. I also just realized that this was written and directed by JoJo, who also created The Warp Effect, one of my recent favs, and I am sitting with that because what a contrast not just in tone and themes but in assuredness of storytelling.

I probably have half a dozen different rants in me about where this show went wrong, but I’m sure no one wants to read that and I’m really just talking to myself here so I’ll keep it brief (hateration below the cut, enter at your own risk!):

Nueng is among the worst romance leads I have encountered in bl and nothing that happened over the course of the show moved my poor opinion of him. He was selfish and cowardly and thoughtless for most of the story and none of the facile attempts in the back half to demonstrate that he had matured worked for me at all. Putting him in a suit doesn’t make him a man and making the actor cry a lot doesn’t make me forget how awful he was to Palm.

Which brings me to the next major issue: Palm’s loyalty to Nueng despite all this had no meaningful basis. They barely knew each other, Nueng was mostly awful to him until they got to the beach and then again after they left it, and Palm had a whole life before he was forced to be his servant that we never really learned anything about. We never got any sense of who Palm was or why he loved Nueng. Maybe Nueng was the first boy who ever liked him? Maybe Palm was lonely and isolated and yearning and so he latched on to Nueng like a baby duck? I wouldn’t know because the show didn’t bother to tell me. At no point did Palm react like an actual human being to any of the awful things Nueng did. This kid treated him like shit, let him take his beatings and punishments, got his mom killed, drugged and abandoned him - and Palm just serenely smiled through it all (and got his name permanently tattooed on his body!!). One thing I’ll say for KinnPorsche is it actually showed the journey from Porsche resisting to accepting his role and gave me a reason to believe he would develop feelings for Kinn despite their rocky start. That didn’t happen here, they were just suddenly in love because the script demanded it.

The beach trip was a huge narrative misstep that sucked all the tension out of the show and basically torpedoed the plot. Yes, a lot of the scenes were cute, but they were not supposed to be on a lover’s getaway! Nueng was literally on the run from an assassin that already got both his parents, he’s supposed to to think his beloved mother is on her deathbed, he’s supposed to be terrified. Instead we got him relaxing at a beach resort, frolicking with Palm, declaring himself the happiest he’s ever been, and then blithely giving away their location without a thought so he could play hero only to lead the assassin right to them and get Palm’s mom killed anyway. Those episodes should have been more of a tense action thriller segment (and there still could have been romance built into that, and probably a more compelling one). The choice to make them a typical lighthearted bl beach trip was baffling.

If the romance worked better I might have overlooked that the plot is absurd on its face and falls apart at the gentlest prodding. I laughed out loud when Nueng just suddenly went back home and hired real bodyguards, which showed how thin the plot pretext had been all along. And now he’s a high school student/conglomerate CEO? Sure.

Why was this even set in high school to begin with? It would have made A LOT more sense with adult characters and then maybe they could have kept the tone more consistent. As it was it kept swinging wildly between being an adult mafia-adjacent drama and a teen romance and it never found a way to reconcile those two lanes.

Perth was easily the best actor in this cast but so underutilized while the mains were fundamentally miscast IMO. This show did not play to their strengths. There were a couple scenes where I actually cringed in sympathy at their attempts to perform the dramatic script. Please give them a slapstick comedy instead GMMTV (they would do well in a show like The Warp Effect!).

I’m just being petty now but what was UP with the music supervision on this show. Why did they play a random country song over their bed scene? And then Monsoons which has already been used in another bl drama and has such an opposite sonic vibe?? The music choices were often distracting instead of enhancing the story.

[queeringdiedreiausrufezeichen]

Die Drei Ausrufezeichen Social Media AU

but it’s just them having Tumblr blogs, cause they would! (Might eventually add other social media platforms.)

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Kim:

Main blog:

thecodesofcrimenovels

Blog title: Solving crimes and the mysteries of coding

Kim - Eng/Ger/Thai - She/Her - coding, writing, crime novels primarily

Die drei Fragezeichen side blog:

justusjonasesautism

Blog title: PB&J my beloveds

Kim - Eng/Ger/Thai - she/her - Die drei Fragezeichen side Blog, my main blog is: thecodesofcrimenovels

Franzi:

Franzi has one blog and one blog only.

thatqueermayhem

Blog title: I survived my ‘Not like other girls’ phase and figured out I’m not a girl at all

Franzi - Eng/Ger - She/He - D3F and Vorstadtwache mainly, occasionally Tatort though I haven’t really gotten into it yet, Queer stuff, Trans stuff, German stuff, just what ever - Trans af, your conservative family members worst nightmare - PB&J warrior first, Human second

Marie:

Main blog:

flowercourtprincess

Blog title: Aesthetics and T Girl Swag!

Marie - Eng/Ger/Fr - she/her, sie/ihr, elle

Die drei Fragezeichen side blog:

rockybeachesqueeryouthcentre

Blog title: Rocky Beach’s Queer Youth Centre

The three investigators/Die drei Fragezeichen Side Blog, Mainly fan art with occasional separate headcanon posts (all my headcanons are integrated into my art anyway haha), main blog is called: flowercourtprincess

Some posts they would make:

thecodesofcrimenovels

Had a writing workshop today and it was great! We had sort of free range to decide what exactly we wanted to do. The premise was to choose a novel of our liking, analyse the writing style and then imitate said style in a completely different genre. So we had some people using the flowery description heavy language of a fantasy novel to describe a mundane day in the real world. Or the creepy dispense of a horror novel used to describe a fluffy movie night between two friends. (The friends were watching a rom-com so it wasn’t like they could somehow match the vibes to the movie.) It was great!

#writing #my posts

Not to be a cliché Trans Girl, but gosh I love coding so much. It’s so much fun.

#coding #my posts

[D3A’s group chat right after Franzi sees that post.

F: Is your Coding club girlfriend finally back?

K: I have no idea what you are talking about and she is not my girlfriend.

F: Not yet. Which is why you should finally ask her out on a date. Or Marie should. You two are so badly crushing on that girl and neither of you have yet to actually make a move. If you take any longer I’ll do it for you.]

justusjonasesautism

Justus Jonas is half Thai! Cause I project onto him.

#Asian American Justus Jonas is actually so canon thank you very much #like what do you mean he isn’t canonly half Thai? #he clearly is #like have you not paid attention? #I will go down with this headcanon! #justus jonas #die drei fragezeichen #d3f #the three investigators

| #Asian American Justus Jonas is actually so canon thank you very much #<- previous tag #yesss #fight me #spreading the Asian American Justus Jonas agenda #justus jonas #d3f

| #Asian American Justus Jonas is actually so canon thank you very much #<- previous tag #yes! Exactly! Also -> #spreading the Asian American Justus Jonas agenda #funnily enough I’m working on an art piece of him right now #and this is fuelling my inspiration #I’m debating making him Blasian because I just want to #because I do like the headcanon that Justus is Black #but I don’t know yet #justus jonas #headcanon tag #reblog

The urge to write a whole ass essay on the racist stereotypes in the old books and the continued anti indigenous racism even in the newer ones, is so intense right now.

#racism in Die drei Fragezeichen #die drei fragezeichen #d3f #the three investigators

| #Do it!

The wish to listen to the early cases and the wish to not hear racist slurs and racism filled stories, currently fighting each other. Like please why can’t I just to listen to “Die drei Fragezeichen und das Gespensterschloss” without needing to mentally prepare myself for a bunch of racist stereotypes including the Z-word (the German version of the G-slur). Seriously…

#racism in Die drei Fragezeichen #die drei fragezeichen #d3f #the three investigators

| #yes it’s exhausting sometimes #also yes unusual reblog I know #not art #reblog

thatqueermayhem

See the reason I relate to Bob Andrews is because he is a trans fem surrounded by trans mascs while I’m a trans masc surrounded by trans fems. We mirror each other.

#he is literally so trans fem ahhh! #trans fem bob andrews #nonbinary bob andrews #bob andrews #d3f

| #I love trans fem Bob Andrews so much as a concept! #trans fem bob andrews #nonbinary bob andrews #bob andrews #die drei fragezeichen #d3f #the three investigators #reblog

| #and we love you very dearly! #trans fem bob andrews #nonbinary bob andrews #bob andrews #headcanon tag #reblog

Kelly Madigan my beloved!

#that’s it #that’s the whole post #kelly madigan #d3f

| #so true! #I love you Kelly Madigan #you are the best #kelly madigan #die drei fragezeichen #d3f #the three investigators #reblog

| #not something I typically reblog onto here but also yes! 100% #gosh I love the girls so much! They are awesome #kelly madigan my beloved #kelly madigan #not art #reblog

Kommisar Brockmeier is queer. Helmut Grevenbroich told me himself.

#I said what I said #kommisar brockmeier #vorstadtwache #helmut grevenbroich

Would y’all believe me if I said I saw Helmut Grevenbroich kissing a man?

#helmut grevenbroich #true story #I’m gonna tag this as #queer stuff #because I can

[Helmut Grevenbroich was in fact asked if he was okay with the post, before Franzi posted that.]

flowercourtprincess

Todays question is if I’m actually lesbian, AroAce or any of the mspec labels? Stay tuned for the answer. Yes, I’ve been listening to “fall in love with a girl” by Cavetown ft. Beabadoobee. Why are you asking? Blame thatqueermayhem for playing “worm food” on a loop.

#no matter what I’m queer af #if you have a problem with that kindly f^ off #just queer things #my posts #queer #aroace #lesbian #mspec #bi #pan #poly #omni

| Sometimes you gotta be a stereotypical trans masc, what can I say? 🤷 It’s not like y’all aren’t enjoying the songs.

#queer stuff #trans stuff #I love my girlfriends and I also love listening to Cavetown yes these two are related

Being trans is actually so great! Who ever told you otherwise was a big fat liar. Being trans is freaking awesome.

#trans is beautiful #just trans things #trans #transgender #transsexual #my posts #even though there are probably a decent amount of similar posts already floating around on here #I don’t care #you can never say it enough

| #This! #gosh I love being trans so much #reblog #trans things #trans #transgender

| #yes #queer stuff #trans stuff

The romantic tension of being taken care of by your friends after being hurt.

[private conversation after Kim and Franzi see that post.

Franzi: You get hurt and that’s your first instinct? Posting a vague post on Tumblr?

Marie: *shrugs*

Kim: Well, it’s vague enough to just seem like random thought with no real life implications.

Franzi: Seriously??? … What ever.

Marie: I mean people are reblogging it and agreeing.

Franzi: *looking at the post and reblogs* They are assigning characters and ships to it…

Marie: Well obviously.

Franzi:… I don’t even know how to argue with that.

Kim: Franzi. It’s not that serious. You are just stressed right now.

Franzi: Well we are in the freaking hospital after all!

Marie: Wanna hold my hand to feel less worried?

Franzi:… yes.

Marie: *looking at Kim* You too?

Kim: *nods and the three end up holding hands to calm themselves down*

(It’s mainly Franzi that needs calming down, but the others also appreciate it.)]

rockybeachesqueeryouthcentre

Jeffrey Palmer wears blond faux locs. (Cause I want faux locs right now, but I don’t have the time for an appointment and I just got braids done.) He would totally wear goddess locs, cause he doesn’t give a damn about “gender rules” and that’s all I’ll say.

#I’m working on a Portrait drawing of him right now and just head to share that headcanon really quick #jeffrey palmer #die drei fragezeichen #the three investigators #d3f #headcanon tag #my headcanons

| #uhh I can’t wait for the drawing! #and you are sooo right! #jeffrey palmer #d3f

| #jeffrey palmer #die drei fragezeichen #d3f #the three investigators #reblog

Unusual post for me but it needs to be said. I feel like the authors of “The three investigators” tend to fall into the “we were trying to be misogynistic but ended up accidentally writing something with queer energy” category quite a lot. An audio drama example: Switching out Kelly for Jeffrey in “Die drei Fragezeichen Das Geisterschiff“. Now you made it unintentionally queer, cause you so desperately didn’t want to include Peter’s canon girlfriend. Anyway thatqueermayhem and justusjonasesautism just had to listen to me rant about the misogyny in these books.

#not art #the way Kelly gets treated by the authors hurts sometimes #Kelly is such a darling and I love her #die drei fragezeichen #the three investigators #d3f #kelly madigan #rant sort of? #my posts

| #reblog #jeffrey palmer #kelly madigan #Die drei Fragezeichen Das Geisterschiff #die drei fragezeichen #d3f #the three investigators

| #yep #and Kelly always gets the short end of the stick #I love you Jeffrey #but Kelly deserves better #jeffrey palmer #kelly madigan #d3f

If I see one more post of someone claiming “The three investigators” doesn’t have misogyny/sexism, I’m gonna scream. Y’all can’t be serious, when these stories are littered with misogyny/sexism. Like I get it. You don’t want to admit that there are flaws in these stories you probably liked since you were a child, but for the love of it, stop it! They literally wrote out female characters, cause the audience supposedly disliked them. And you are claiming this series doesn’t have misogyny??? Well when there are barely any female characters chances to see misogynistic characterisations are rarer. (Psst they still exist. Like it’s not that the few female characters don’t fall into sexist stereotypes sometimes. And just because you don’t notice them doesn’t mean they aren’t there.)

#not art #rant #die drei fragezeichen #the three investigators #d3f #my posts

| #nothing to add here! #die drei fragezeichen #d3f #the three investigators #reblog

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I was debating cutting the part of Kim mentioning the anti indigenous racism, cause D3A also has (at least) two instances of the I-word being used, but I decided against it, cause it’s something I think she would post. And I personally would like to believe that all the characters (also the characters from the D3F universe) would stop using it if they were made aware of the fact that it is a racial slur.

The only times I’ve seen people claiming D3F doesn’t have misogyny was when they where putting down D3A as so much worse. Arguing that D3F supposedly didn’t have misogyny while D3A had.

Slightly of topic, but I really do want to draw Jeffrey with goddess locs now. Ahh! He would look so pretty with them.

Is this shamelessy plugging some of my personal D3F headcanons? Yes. I don’t care.

Listen if I was immersed in the Miss Marple books, I would have also added posts about that. I am how ever not at all immersed with the stories. (I wish I could do Franzi’s love for the character justice.)

(Planning on drawing this in the future. Don’t know when yet. I don’t know how to do these fake screenshots of social media accounts.)

[gendervapor14]

01746 birthday bash ~ day five ~ chapter 50: hopeless

content warnings: heavy angst, alcoholism word count: 577 words brief summary: my take on my favorite scene in law's backstory: rosinante breaking down in tears the night before he becomes just "cora".

happy birthday 01746. my sweet little fucked up story. i can't believe i created you. ♥

Crickets droned on. Law snored softly. Every page was a blur. The sea, the sky, it was all merging together.

Ten hospitals. Six months. All of it, equivalent to nothing.

The fire before him was crackling low, on its way to self-extinguishing. Still hot enough to render paper to ash, little orange worms of hot ember dancing along tattered edges. Lazily, his hand rustled around within the roomy pockets of his coat for any pages left behind. He hardly skimmed them before tossing them in.

“Enemy.” burned quickly. Of course the World Government tainted hospitals. I can’t believe how desperate they are.

“We needed a better plan.” was gobbled up eagerly by hungry flame. So inclined to cover up their own horrible misdeeds, they purposely miseducated trained professionals. People who are trusted with life itself.

“Marines.” fluttered into the fire.  I’ll never wear that justice coat again.

With a defeated belch, Rosinante stared at the sleeping snail planted on top of a stack of sea charts. Receiver firm in hand, anyway. “I wouldn’t pick up if I were you, either. I promised I wasn’t going to do anything stupid.” He mumbled, “Then I quit my mission for half a year. Never called, never looked for you.”

For a moment, he waited for a reply that would never come. Hung his head and let his heavy eyelids flutter shut. “I did exactly what I said I wouldn’t do anymore. I disappeared.”

The receiver hit the dirt without a sound. His hands fisted around the book of sea charts in his lap. His brother’s beloved sea charts. The solution, he thought, the diamond in the rough. He tore out a handful of pages and whipped them over the cliff’s edge, towards the sea. Ancient maps tore and fluttered in the wind until they clung to the surface of the water. Slowly breaking down, deteriorating.

And then, he downed the rest of that sweet bottle of white wine. The bottle he saved for months now, the cure bottle. The celebration bottle. Tasted bitter as hell.

What the hell am I doing…? I’m completely isolated now, forcing this poor kid to relive his horrible childhood, over and over again. I might as well have crucified him outside a church and lit a match. He stared at the blurring waves, legs folded up, moonlight turning dark feathers a glistening violet. His sickness is only getting worse. It’s not even the will of D driving me anymore. I don’t care about that anymore. I’m not sure I ever did.

When he dies, then what, Rosinante? What purpose do you have? You’ve turned your back on your family, blood and otherwise. There’s nothing left.

An aftershock of rage coursed through him. He swayed up to his feet, shoulders trembling. Threw the empty bottle against the rocky surface, hard, internally delighted with the sprinkle of glass, the shattering echo. The heat prickled then, sparked up from his sternum, clogged his throat, his nose. His eyes. I just…I feel so sorry for this damn kid. He’s got Flevance under his skin, his family’s death in his eyes, and my brother’s wretched strings tangled around every limb. He needs help, but it just seems so impossible…and if I give up…if I do nothing…he’s going to become just as miserably dangerous as Doflamingo. But what am I supposed to do? Love didn’t save Sengoku, Tsuru, or Sora from my stupidity. Love won't save Law from White Lead Disease.

read the full story here ♥

previous entry here!

[aylaaescar]

What about Rosemary and Isabela?👀

wooo thank you!! Isabela my beloved 🥰🥰🥰

okay fun fact here: when I replayed Rosemary last, my plan was to have her in a polyship with Fenris and Isabela bc A) Fenris/Hawke/Isabela is just a good OT3 imo B) Fenris/Rosemary's been my ship for her since I made her in high school, and she's great friends with Isabela, and I love Fenabela, so?? ?? ? perfect combo???? right??? eh? eh?

alas, my dearest daughter chose to betray me by saying that while she loves Isabela... it is purely platonically 😔my hopes and dreams: dashed and destroyed, I tell you. destroyed and dashed.

but anyway! in an alternate timeline where she agreed w me and WAS into Isabela, I think that they'd have a lot of promise as a pair, but there'd also be a bit of a rocky period to it?? mildly NSFW I guess, but:

Rosemary is a virgin in DA2 and sex, to her, is supposed to be something more intimate and meaningful? like she has no judgement against people who have sex more casually, it's just that for her personally, she prefers for it to be romantic and a connection and that stuff. which would probably clash w Isabela's more casual approach, and would hurt Rosemary's feelings after the cutscene in act 2.

(that said, I probably dodged a bullet bc Certain Decisions were painful enough as is in DAI. ily, Isabela)

buuuuut if they were able to sit down after all that and talk about it?? they're great friends and they care about each other, so I could easily believe that they'd get past it and have a better relationship from then on. what really gets me is how they both have issues w how good they see themselves (forever sad that Isabela calls herself a lying, thieving snake; Rosemary has her own issues after the act 3 finale). they're already supportive and understanding as friends, can you imagine that as lovers?? whew. "you don't see yourself as good and loveable but I do, let me show you why"

why did my OC betray me... why couldn't we have had the OT3... sobs

[kathleen-tonn]

Lost In My Own House

By Kathleen Tonn

Some people get lost in the Everglades, the mountains or on the streets of New York. But how many get lost in their own house? It's not a rhetorical question as one might think. It happened to Neil, and it could happen to you.

The twenty-one-hundred square foot home was strategically located in a culdsac surrounded by white birch trees. The house was built facing south in order to capture as much sunlight as possible. The exterior, cedar planking blended beautifully with the surrounding foliage. The prow of the front was built to resemble that of a ski chalet. In all, Neil's home was a nook of comfort nestled in the onclave of a mountain peak.

Neil was the general contractor overseeing its construction. That was forty years ago. He, his deceased wife and two children created a happy life within the walls of "Paradise Found," the name they gave to the home.

Memories, built on a foundation of love and respect, were tucked in Neil's heart and within the contours of the solidly built house. Now, he lived alone. Alone with his memories and the workings of his memoir. Daily, he sat at his Victorian Davenport Desk to record the profound meaning of his life. For up to six hours a day, he wrote, edited and rewrote passages that depicted the love he experienced throughout his life.

There was an urgency to Neil's effort.

Eight months earlier, his fishing partner diagnosed him with Alzeimers. Doc Martin, the best trout fisherman the Rocky Mountains has ever known since the late, great Freemont Panther. No one ever caught as much trout on the Rio Grande as Doc Martin, other than the gold miner, Freemont Panther.

It was late September when Doc asked me to see him in his office. I knew he had bad news for me. A patient always has a gut instinct, a premonition of a medical condition. One might refuse to accept such naggings, but their there anyway.

I sat across from my beloved fishing buddy. "Neil, I hate to tell you this, but you have all the indications of Alzheimers." Then, he stopped talking in order to evaluate my reaction.

I looked back at Doc and said, "I know. I figured I came down with it," I quietly acknowledged. "Will I have time to finish my book?" I asked.

"I think you will be able to live independently for about a year," Doc announced. "Then, you will need help."

Before I left Doc's office, we penciled, on the calendar, our next fishing trip. Doc said, " I want us to go fishing as many times as possible before you can't stay in a boat," laughed my friend.

Well, the months past. I kept working on my book. In addition, I made preparations for a live-in, home health care worker. Neil did not intend to use those services until he finished his memoir. And, until it was blatantly obvious to him he needed help.

Later one rainy afternoon, Neil went to his basement to walk on his treadmill. Generally, he takes daily walks on Red Rocks Trading Post trail, near Morrison. Today, however, sheets of rain poured down on the thatch roofing of "Paradise Found." The swirling wind ripped through the tops of the birch trees surrounding the house.

He set the treadmill incline and timer for an hour. In the glow of his lit fireplace he walked. He was both happy and relieved. All that was left for him to write was the final chapter of his book entitled "It Might Not Have Happened."

Neil spent two years working on his manuscript. The discipline required to sit at his desk helped him deal with the death of Linda, his wife. He dedicated the book to Linda, his two sons, Kyle and Peter, and to "Paradise Found."

Neil stared into the flames and glowing embers of the field rock fireplace. Tears seeped out of his eyes. He truly lived a beautiful life he thought. He held onto the treadmill rails as he choked up bursting into deep, gutteral moans. He knew his mental faculties were slipping away. He knew it. He really knew it. And he couldn't stop weeping. It wasn't self-pity, or maybe it was.

After an hour, Neil stepped off the treadmill belt noting how the flames died down to smoldering embers. Then, Neil reached for his reading glasses that lay on a shelf near the stairwell. In doing so, he tripped on a basket and fell to his knees. After falling, he became disoriented.

Confusion seemed to sweep over him. "Where are my damned glasses?" cursed Neil. While still on his knees, he couldn't figure out where the shelf was located. In the dim lighting, Neil crawled on his hands and knees looking for both the shelf and a door he believed led to the upstairs. "Damn it, damn it," the struggling man repeated over and over. ""Where are my glasses?"

[thevilqueen]

I decided to make a tier list of the difficulty level of each of my yumes. I only included my most important ones throughout the years. However my list is way longer than that and most of them belong in S, A and B.

Now let’s break this down.

1- Difficulty Level D

These are my beloveds that do not need fixing or at the very least very little comparatively to my other lovers.

Oikawa is great all around and he can pride himself in being my normal darling.

Vil is technically an attempted murderer. However considering how well adjusted he is and how he recovered from his overblot he doesn’t belong anywhere else. We also have optimal compatibility which plays in his favour.

Azul is also technically an attempted murderer and he is certainly guilty of white collar crimes. However based on his personality and our compatibility he isn’t challenging enough to be higher.

2- Difficulty Level C

Charlotte isn’t a criminal. That said he is a bully. He also has no issues with resorting to corruption and underhanded methods to get where he wants to be. This makes him a questionable choice morally on top of his severe substance abuse issues and his unquenchable need for success that strains our relationship. It’s a relationship that could succeed but is quite rocky.

3- Difficulty Level B

Izana is a violent convicted criminal and a gang leader. He also has a whole lot of baggage due to his upbringing. I however don’t believe he is a hopeless case as he was shown to be caring and in need of affection.

Karren is a violent and cruel human eating monster. She also absolutely does not respect humans and she would rather feed me to her cousin than allow me to touch her. However she still has a heart underneath and deserves love.

This category is for the people who I should absolutely not try to save but I will try anyway because they aren’t hopeless. It’s also the category of the people I’m 100% convinced I can fix with my love and devotion alone.

4- Difficulty Level A

This category is for the people I loved insanely and gave everything but I still wouldn’t be able to make it work/make it healthy.

My compatibility with Mikey is simply inexistant and on top of that he is a dangerous criminal/gang leader that calls his mental illness dark impulses. There are many layers to this. Perhaps too many. We were doomed from the beginning and it either ends in heartbreak or death.

Viktor is the sweetest angel sent from heaven and in a world where his creator @/facadep was merciful he would belong in difficulty level A. However Viktor stays losing with his suicidal tendencies, extreme self destructive behaviour and his obsession with making the perfect love potion (poison). It also does not get better after he is saved because he of course has to carry the weight of the entire world on his back.

5- Difficulty Level S

This is the category for my unfixable lovers. My hopeless cases. A love with these men comes with the price of my own life if not, then, my wellbeing.

Let’s start with Onyx, courtesy of @/facadep (along with Viktor and Charlotte). Onyx is the most evil and abusive little demon you can find out there. I will just say I ended up headless then sewed back up and kept as a lifeless doll slowly decomposing in our love story.

I don’t think I need to elaborate about Illumi. Just look into his eyes and you will understand. Once again I ended up as a lifeless doll in our love story. Except this time I was a puppet he could control.

[the-dragon-chronicler]

Response 03

Prompt: An archeologist accidentally unleashes an ancient curse during an excavation.

Response: Ya know, we always joked that this is how humanity would end. With deadly viruses, the deaths of beloved celebrities, and fire sprouting like weeds, I, at the very least, assumed we'd all be cleansed by a god or something by now. But no! We're all being damned by some sort of demon or something.

I blame my boss. An "American man," ya know? He's definitely an "American man," all right. He is the stupidest smart man I know! Of course, we told him to leave the stuff alone, but no. He wanted to dig up that tomb. He wanted all the 'untold riches'. Never mind the fact that the interpreter read the words "black," "annihilation," and "death" a good twenty times.

And of course, boss man had to desecrate the fossil by picking up both the talisman and the medallion and wearing them both.

Honestly, he looked ugly as shit.

Anyway, this all started a few days ago. We were sent to this "abandoned mine" deep in the Rocky Mountains and when I say deep, I mean deep. We had started near Santa Fe on Tuesday. It's now Wednesday of the next week and our outside team told boss man that we're still near Santa Fe. We had been walking for the majority of these passing days. We even took pictures of a lot of things as we walked. There were some pretty good ones. There was one of Sammy, a junior archeologist, pretending to trace some symbols on the wall; and another one of Johnson laying in an empty grave and us pretending to dig him up. Those were fun.

But back to the point! We questioned boss man a few times as to how we were going to know when we reached the fossil. He said that we'd know when we heard somebody singing.

Now, before you all ask, we all took this creepy ass job because they promised us two-hundred dollars for every hour it took us to find the fossil. I accepted because I'm a broke college graduate who decided to work for their uncle's company. Sammy has to pay for his sister's school. Johnson, compared to us, was just a greedy bastard. I wasn't all that close to the other crew so I couldn't tell you why they took the job.

It took us another two days to reach what we now know as a tomb. It wasn't anything special at first. It was a large, closed-off, room. The walls extended so far above us that the light of our flashlights couldn't hit anything. There were letters and symbols decorating damn near every inch of those walls. After a few minutes of getting more familiar with our surroundings. We set up a few different dig sites. All of us first found pieces of a stone tablet. Sammy had the smart idea of having our interpreter piece it together and translate it. Such a smart kid. After that, we all kept finding rat skeletons.

We didn't even question it at the time.

We honestly should've.

We ended up with five pretty big piles of them. After around five or so hours of digging, boss man struck gold. All we were supposed to do was document the existence of the damn thing.

And now, we're in present day. Only Sammy and I are still alive. This...thing keeps asking us questions. Wants to know about our aspirations and families and shit. Sammy has it distracted while I type out this distress message.

Please.

If you're getting this, please send the bastards who sent us down here. It's already killed people it deemed "unsatisfactory and unworthy" both inside and outside this mine. It showed us what it did...

God...no. There is no God if this thing could do that.

Damned thing kept mumbling about "Untouchables" too. I'm gonna assume those bastards are still alive. They constantly had all this tech stuff on.

Fuck. It's coming towards me. Please someone find them.

[catt-nuevenor]

Day 10

I may as well get the numerical matter out of the way first, as I'm not sure exactly how I'll go about describing the events of the day coherently after that.

2,181 words travelled today, taking the total up to 18,744. I have 31,256 words remaining, and am well on my way to earning another day's rest by the weekend.

Now, inanimate vessel that is my beloved journal, what might I ask is a goat, a mule, and a rather cantankerous aurochs doing in this particular stretch of wilderness? What, more to the point, are they doing following me along my route?!

The first to appear was the goat, sometime around mid-morning. I was minding to my own matters, teasing the twists out of a particularly hazardous stretch of rocky of exposition, when from high above where I was perched came the most barbarous bleating. I know goats are hardly known to be the most melodious of creatures, but I swear to you this creature's call could send anyone to abandon all hope and dive for shelter.

When the beastly thing began to follow me, I thought I much have inadvertently attracted its ire, and feared, should my attention slip for a moment, then it would use its gnarled horns to butt me clean over the edge of the precipice. Thankfully, it kept a polite distance, though I wish I could claim the same courtesy of its serenade.

The mule appeared at lunchtime. I have taken to eating while I traverse, a less than healthy habit I admit, but it does see me fed. If I had to stop to partake, I'd likely not eat at all. Anyway, while I was ambling my way through a rather pleasant valley, my bleating 'friend' having paused a while to partake of verdant grasses beside the path, I spied in the distance what I initially took to be a boulder, blocking the way between two outcrops.

I didn't notice the boulder was less stone formation and more fuzz until I was almost beside it, at which point it produced a neck, used said neck to slowly swing a dour-faced head towards my hand, and consequently began to nibble at my lunch. The intriguing discovery that mules are quite partial to cucumber sandwiches was a leap in the field of the natural sciences I would have been more than happy to leave to another, but such is the luck of things.

Establishing me to be the source of its new culinary curiosity, the mule laboured to its hooves and shuffled its way along the path after me. The creature was artful, I'll give it that, every tenth step or so it nosed its way into my pack, more than once retrieving another sandwich from my stash.

The Aurochs appeared this afternoon and greeted me in the manner of an old adversary, dragging its attention to me with great effort, and deciding that what it found there to be paltry at best. I've named it Harrold, which it seems to begrudgingly accept.

They've each found their spot outside my tent, separately, thankfully. I'm not sure my nerves could handle the thought of them conferring overnight, forming some sort of four legged conspiracy at my heels come morning.

I think I am in desperate need of some sleep.

[harmonictechnicality]

Happy Valentines Day Harmony!! Couldn’t let the day pass without sending warmest wishes to the writer whose words make me believe in a romcom version of reality every time I read them and whose taste in music alone could launch 1000 crushes!! If you attended Hawkins High in 1984, the fruity four would be tripping over eachother to shove valentines in your locker (Nancy’s would be a very neat handmade heart complimenting your fashion choices and asking you on a study date, Robin’s would be a rocky horror singing card and pickup lines in her top five favorite languages, Steve’s would be whatever the 80s version of a papyrus card is and actually also flowers and balloons and so much chocolate and he would try to bribe you to not read his card with additional chocolates because it would be a sappy recounting of the first time he saw you, and Eddie’s would be a poster he drew of you two in a band (Tachycardia in Tandem, that old softie) and he would have written ~TiT 4ever~ on all of Steve’s balloons before realizing they now all said “tit” and contemplating popping them all before leaning in and cutting a new boob window in his shirt and asking you to be King and Queen Sluts for the day), but since it is not 1984 and you aren’t in Hawkins, it’s my pleasure to be able to pass along all their sweet thoughts and all of my own. As ever, I think you’re a tremendous writer with brilliant ideas and the most heartfelt execution, who is equally deft at crafting laugh out loud dialogue and tender yearning and extremely hot hookups and the most gorgeous descriptions of places and feelings and lewks, and who somehow manages to create such rich and detailed worlds that watching the same two (beloved) idiots fall in love over and over again feels new and heart racing every time. All of your posts are just as fun and delightful to see— whether you’re referring to your shadowy past as a theatre star (??) or talking about the music that makes you feel most at ease or complimenting another creator’s work or thirsting over the Joes (lol) or dropping updates about your day and your writing process, u always make me smile so anyway thanks for being alive in this moment and being online with us and I hope your day is magnificent and you treat yourself to many wonderful things 💓

Dear sweet angel!! I swear to all the stars and clouds, your messages never fail to fully brighten my day 🥹 So I want you to know how much I appreciate the time it takes to reach out or read anything I write, because I know it takes a lot of effort and I mean it when I say it NEVER goes unnoticed. I am so grateful for your kindness and your shared affinity for all things romcom ❣️

OH MY GAH, your valentine exchange is 10/10 - no notes, utter perfection. AGH! Pls write fics soon so I can gush about all of your amazing headcanons on these beloved characters 💕

In return for your sweet darling sentiments, I offer up a little meet cute story. This is a friendship meet cute that happened to me in college and I thought it was romcom worthy (despite being totally platonic):

So I was in a new friend group and I was didn’t know many of the people at this particular chill sesh. But at one point, my phone reminder went off to take my anxiety meds. So I pulled on my prescription bottle and someone at the other end of the table goes “hey! That looks like citalopram.” And I said “hey! That’s cause it is citalopram.” And then they pulled out their bottle of anxiety meds and we ended up taking our meds together. BOOM! Instant friendship via medication meet cute 🥰

I hope that story makes up for me getting to this a day late, it’s one of my favorites! Thank you times forty thousand (that feels like the right number to me) for being such a beacon of positivity in this fandom. You deserve every inch of kindness and respect, never ever forget that.

Have the absolute BEST of belated Valentine’s Day, dear friend!! 💖💖💖 (You can totally rewatch Sleepless in Seattle again, Nancy Wheeler would approve of its year round watchability 😉)