#Evil Miami AU

[hpmort]

Was looking at some Rick and Morty fanart, and there was an idea of an “Evil Miami Morty” (created in the context of him hanging around with canon Evil Morty and an Evil Morticia) and he was just a recolor with wires hanging out of his left eye?

And I am of multiple minds of how an Evil Miami Morty would go-

Indistinguishable from a normal Morty other than longer hair

Actively covering up more in response to being over sexualized

Looking like one of those redesigns that “fix” him

Or him being so messed up from his years as a child prostitute that he can’t think of dressing in a manner that isn’t weirdly scanty so he wears even less. Like he’s a brainwashed female comic book superheroine in a very skimpy black outfit

(Or, like, him just liking showing a lot of skin as a result of doing it for years, or maybe even for its own sake with the shame being burnt off, but still definitely not in an 80s fashion)

or like the idea of him getting the information out of Ricks not by luring them with a dome, but by seducing them and perhaps not even killing them if he can get their memories while they’re unconscious

He probably wouldn’t run for President himself, but perhaps angle to become First Morty? Probably still manipulating the election, even if he could count on literally every Rick being a hebephile, there’s no telling if that Rick would choose him as his Morty as opposed to just sleep with him, or maybe keep him locked up somewhere, or even if that Rick did choose him as his Morty, that said Rick would leave him with the opportunity to get the information he needs, or to work on his plan…

[morty-prime]

Morty Prime has a hard time dealing with Miami Morty…

[general-sleepy]

So, it would be big-time off-brand for me not to inflict weird Goncharov crossovers on my poor followers.

If Goncharov was put in a Saw trap, I think it would be either a "you can save your life but you'll be paralyzed or otherwise not able to continue your criminal enterprise" situation or "you can save Katya or save the Family." Or, honestly, you could just put Goncharov and Andrey in the bathroom trap. Keep it simple sweetheart and all that.

[lokideservesahug]

Once Upon A Dream

Part of the 𝓕1 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Fem! Reader (Sleeping Beauty AU)

Warnings: Reader breaks out into song at points and it's kinda cringy so sorry (but it needed to happen).

Notes: This is very short so I'm sorry and Idk when part 2 will come out but I've made a decent start on it. Also Miami was just so amwkwjsnjwuaha so...

Summary: Raised by three women in the middle of the woods and being visited only by a prince in your dreams, your life is very simple. Or is it?

Word Count: 2K

Part 2

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You were a miracle to your parents when you first arrived. For years, they were under the assumption that they would never produce an heir yet miraculously, you came info this Earth. So needless to say when you arrived, it was a huge spectacle. You climb hears distant murmers of the day but whenever you asked about it, people would redirect the conversation and avoid your question. But you bever gave it too much thought, you were only a baby.

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On the morning of your 21st birthday, your 3 carers randomly tell you that they want you to leave the house to pick some berries ; which is quite odd because you could have sworn that you saw a full fruit bowl this morning. But alas, you see no point in arguing and so you grab your basket, put in some shoes and leave your cottage. "Rember, don't don't too far!" "And don't speak to strangers." "Goodbye dear." At the ladies' chorus you smile and wave before setting off.

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Many miles away, up in a tall, dark, ominous castle. A sorceress dresses head to tie in black is shouting at her followers. "It's incredible! Over two decades and not a trace of her! Are you truly sure you have checked everywhere?" The creature nods and begins to hold oit his fingers ready to lost off places. "Yeah. We checked the mountains, the forest uhm, houses and uh- the uh- all the cradles." Malificent turns to face him un shock and (surprisingly) quietly says "Cradles?" The henchman nods happily "Yep. Every cradle." He laughs whilst proceeds to do a rocking gesture. "Cradles?!" The woman all but shouts. She turns to berate pet crow and opts for a more passive tone. "Did you hesr that my dear? All of these years and these imbeciles have been looking for a baby?" More henchman are now stood behind the first snow they're all sporting proud grins. Malificent laughs almost insanicly and the henchmen join in clearly misunderstanding the cause of her laughter.

"Fools!" She snaps. "Idiots!" They jump back at her shouts. "You imbeciles." She begins to wave her staffa round and as it shoots out jolts of energy, the followers scatter and try and leave the room. She makes her way towards her 'throne' at the back of the room and nd places her head in her hands. "They're hopeless..." Malficent sits doen in the chair  "Disrcaes to the forces of evil." The crow flutters to the left armresst and she adresses him. "Oh pet. You are my last hope. Circle far and wide. Search for a maid with Y/H/C locs and lips as red as the first bloomed rose in late spring. Go and do not fail me." The crow flys off through the giant window and Malificent feels her last thread of hope dwindle slightly.

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"Boy will she be surprised." One of your guardians runs away from the door and to the sewing draw. "A real birthday party!" another of the women chimes. "With a real birthday cake!" The last of the women sighs almost dreamily whilst grabbing a recipe book. The woman in red (Florah) sticks her head from the ottoman filled with fabrics and needles with a gorgeous, long pink piece of fabric draped over her arms. "Oh yes. And a dress that only a princess can be proud of." The smallest of the 3 women dressed in blue (Merryweather) trecks up the stairs whilst exclaiming "I'll get the wands!" Florah nods "Yes you g- wait, the wands? No! We can't be using the wands! No magic remember." Merryweather dejectedly walks down the stairs. "But the twenty-one years are almost over!" Florah scowls and places the pink fabric along with a large sewing kit into Merryweather's arms as she walks off and opens a large cupboard. "No. We are not going to take any chances." Merryweather's lips form a small 'o' in shock. "B-but I can't bake a cake! Let alone a fancy one..." Florah closes the cupboard and pulls out another long pink fabric roll. Finally the woman dressed in green (Fauna) interjects. "Oh you won't have to dear! I'll be doing the baking." Merry turns Fauna in shock. "You!?"

Florah places the newer fabric into Merry's tored arm and softly says "Oh, she's always wanted to dear. And this is her last chance!" Merry tilts her he'd he'd consideration before Fauna speaks. "I'm going to make it fifteen layers! Oh and it will have pink and blue forget-me-nots." The shortest of the women stares in horror as Florah adds "Oh! And I'm making the dress." Merry splutters. "But...you can't sew. And she has never even cooked!" Florah laughs and begins to grab things from around the room "Oh how hard can it be? All you need to do is follow the book. Up here dear." She gently nudges Merry onto the stool she just moved. "You can be my dummy." Merry doesn't even think about Florah's words before she objects. "Well I still say we ought to do magic!" Florah throws the fabric onto Merryweather to silence her and begins to cut said fabric as Fauna begins to happily hum and lay out the ingredients for her elaborate cake.

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You wander aimlessly in the forest you've become so accustomed to in all of these years. You find yourself hanging along so a song that your carers have sung your whole life. With no need to be embarrassed as you were the only one for miles, you begin to fully sing the song whilst still looking around for some berries (how your household apparently managed to eat them so quickly is beyond you).

Unbeknownst to you, an orange clad man riding on his horse through the forest does in fact hear you. "Do you hear that Samson? It's beautiful." The horse starts at his owner's clearly awestruck tone. Samson begins to trot forward as the man on top of him turns around in attempt to find the source of the noise. "What is it? Come on... let's find out." The man pulls on the reins and forces the pair to turn around and venture in the direction of the noise yet the horse resists once again. Oscar rolls his eyes and leans down so he's level with the horses giant ear. "Would you do it for an extra bucket of oats?" He doesn't even have time to sit back up before the horse is spinning around and fastly trotting towards the direction of the melodic sound. "Woah!" At his owner's voice, Sampson turns around and looks down to find a dreched Oscar sitting in a puddle on the floor. He guiltily moves towards the man on the floor when Oscar wades his hand through the water and splashes Samson. "No carrots for you."

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After you finish your singing session you found your regular companions, the various wildlife creatures in the forest, make for good listeners. "They never want me to meet anyone." You skim your foot over the pond to your side. "But do you want to know something? I fooled them! I have met someone!" You stand up and put on an elaborate display for the various birds and quires who looked like they were hanging on to your every word. "Well he's tall and handsome and-" You pluck a Berry from a brach above your head. "And ever so romantic." You skip to the trunk of another tree, continuing to pit on a show for the animals. "We walk together. We talk together and before we say goodbye he takes me into his arms." You gaze up at the trees as if in a trance of lovely thoughts "And then I wake up." You hear the animal equivalents of disgruntled sighs at your words. "Yet people say if you dream of something enough, it's sure to come true!" Lost in your romantic soliloquy once again, you fail to notice the shift in the nails attention and a giant orange cloak being hind on a branch not far from you. "And I've seen him so many times." You sigh in longing.

On the otherside of the tree, Oscar begins speaking to his own animal as he removes one of his boots. "You know Samson, there weas something too good to be true about that voice. Too beautiful to really exist."Oscar takes the other of his damp boots, empties the water from it and places it next to the other to dry. "It was probably a figment of my imagination. Or maybe some mythical creature. A forest fairy maybe?" Oscar is the lost in his own thoughts to realise that two small rabbits have waeslesd themselves in his boots and taken off with them. But by the time he has, it's far too late. "Wait! Stop!"

You don't ponder how the animals acquired random clothes (they've done much stranger things). But as an owl approaches you in a thick orange jacket, you can't help but continue your playfully nature from  earlier. "Oh wow, it's my dream prince!" You bow at the prince (various birds with a cloak) "Your highness. You know, I shouldn't be speaking to strangers... But we've met before." You begin to hum a tune whilst dancing with the animals dressed in many pieces of clothing, almost bringing yoir dream prince to life.

Oscar peeks his head out from a bush as he hears that majestic noise begin again and both him and Samson are left speechless at the sight. In front of him is the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen singing and dancing with- wait. Is that his travel cloak?

You spin once again and Oscar jumps behind you to join in with your dance. This time he is the one saying with you as he hums along to your singing. You open your eyes as the song ends only to see the animals in front of you. So who's behind you? You open your eyes widely in shock and pull away from the being and turn to see who you were dancing with at the end. Yet you find yourself at a loss for words as you see the most dreamy, charming and attractive man in front of you ; and you find yourself thinking that he is so much better than the man of your dreams.

You gasp in shock and pull away, your guardians words of strangers ringing in your ears, yet he continues to chase your figure and traps your hand in between his two hands I a gentle embrace. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." You pull away, trying not to get lost in his presence. "Oh it wasn't that-" Oscar follows you. "It's just that you're a-" He takes your hand with his in an attempt to not let you (who he's beginning to think is the live if his life) escape. "A stranger?" You hum in  agreeance with his words. He gives you a grin and it takes very thing within you not to melt into a tiny puddle. "But don't you remember? We've met before." You furrow your brows in confusion "We have?" He nods and smiles at you again "Oh yeah. You said so yourself. Once upon a dream."

You blush and turn away from the man yet he begins to repeat your song back to you. You slowly duck behind a tree and turn to see if he's following only to be met with his attempts to take your hand into his. You say aways from the touch but as your little 'dance' continues, you can't help but feel your cheeks begin to break out in a soft smile. At this he reaches out for your hand once more and you finally let him take it. You did yourself melting into the embrace as the two if you sing, hum and dance together along the waters age and you truly feel as if you've met this man before once upon a dream.

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[spooksier]

loving the freedom au so far. I live next to the everglades so having the slaughter stationed there is incredibly apt!

i put forward a suggestion for all the roads+expressways in miami being spiral city bc holy fuck. it's so bad. it's so evil. having to drive to and inside miami strikes a fear so great in my soul it deserves a space in the freedom au i think.

WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING OVER THERE.

[powderblueblood]

STEVE HARRINGTON X MILLION DOLLAR MAN !!!!

( idk if that’s what you meant 😭 pls delete if it’s not <3 )

send me 🎵+ character name and i’ll write a lil blurb inspired by a song from their playlist (you can also request songs and i will do my level best. god is a dj and i'm god)

▶ MILLION DOLLAR MAN - LANA DEL REY

you've got the world, but baby at what price? or how falling in love with notorious conman steve harrington began your career as a fence of stolen jewelry.

an: @stveharringtn cherry how the fuck did you know that i've been sitting on a conman!steve au for what feels like a hundred thousand years. PERFECT SONG PERFECT CHOICE lets begin i hope you like it

warnings: my blatant obsession with the oceans eleven cinematic universe and pathological need to create a heist au out of EVERYTHING. and CUSSING IS IN THIS TOO.

word count: 2.5k

MIAMI BEACH, 1990

“Whatever happened to a good old-fashioned safe?”

“I don’t trust a safe. I don’t trust me, I don’t trust you, and I most definitely don’t trust a safe.”

Dustin Henderson dangerously toes the edge of squawking, but he doesn’t know any better. At this point in his career as a thief, he doesn’t understand that when Steve Harrington says he doesn’t trust anyone, it’s not dismissive. It’s simply a missive, a fact of life. Everyone’s got knives, everyone’s got backs. Stands to reason that someone’s going to thrust and someone is going to get stabbed. 

Steve likes to take all the necessary precautions. 

He doesn’t trust anyone. 

“But her you trust?” 

Robin Buckley’s tone is hard. Robin Buckley is the only person that Steve could imagine himself trusting, and even so, they keep each other at an imperceptible arm’s length. To the outside world, they’re bosom buddies, best friends eating dirt together. But they both understand the business that they’re in. 

They keep their knives sharp.

They take all the necessary precautions. 

So why the fuck is Steve bringing an outsider into the ring. 

“I never said that.” Steve grabs a coaster and pointedly puts it where Robin might next aim her beer bottle, dripping with incriminating condensation. All over his agarwood coffee table. 

“It was inferred.” Robin pointedly puts the bottle down– to the far left of the coaster. Fuck you.

“I don’t see how that’s my problem.” Fuck you right back. 

“I know why he’s not using a safe,” Eddie Munson crows from the near background, wiping ash from his face. Eddie Munson, munitions expert. Eddie Munson, expert in blowing up any conversation within a three mile radius. Detonation test, by the way, that’s why his face is covered in shit. 

Steve holds out a hand–stop right where you are–before he can reach the agarwood table. 

“Because he’s–” and proceeds to make that finger in hole gesture that doesn’t crack a single smile in the room. Not even Dustin Henderson’s, mostly due to the fact that it’s happening behind his head. “Because he’s fucking her.” 

“It’s not that,” Steve and Robin say in unison, with Steve’s eyes narrowed on Eddie and Robin’s eyes trained unmercifully on Steve. 

It’s not that. They’re right. It’s worse. 

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There’s something psychosexual about the game of tennis. The grunting, the tiny little skirts, the whacking of balls. The amount of money rich people love to spend on it. There’s something evil here, and you’ve committed yourself to a summer of trying to figure it out. 

Well, half-committed. Your real commitment is making enough tips to make a dent in your looming student loans. Post-graduation, a friend had given you a hot tip about private tennis clubs in Miami. They use hundos like napkins there, girl. Go get your piece. 

Your nana lives in Miami. Lived. She’s dead now, three months. You’re living in her condo now– technically in a seniors complex, assisted living type of thing, but it’s okay. It’s quiet. The people chat and force you to play bocce ball sometimes, the only sport you understand. 

Tennis, you don’t understand, other than the fact that these people have more money than they know what to do with and they’re all too repressed to grunt in the privacy of their own homes. 

After a time or two taking drink orders and bringing their rackets for in-house repair, they all blend into the same amorphous blob– the white outfits-on-white people effect does not help. They tip you in enormous digits, confident that you’ll remember them and treat them right, but you don’t have that skill. Some of your co-workers do, but you don’t. 

So, you notice when someone stands out. 

You smell him before you see him, and you know how that sounds, but bare with– 

The thickening, insistent incense smell of patchouli. Rainwater. Dust. Lemon.

When you turn from your place behind the bar, fetching your eighth double vodka soda in what seems like as many minutes for another bleach-blond man in his mid-forties, he’s leaning with one elegant elbow propped on the marble top. Sunglasses push over a shock of brown hair, streaked with blonde from the Florida sunshine. 

“Macallan, buddy. Up.” But he’s not talking to you. He’s talking to the bartender, Trent, the picture of incompetence. Trent nods to him, smiling broadly, but that flattens into a hard line as he turns toward the bar. 

This guy politely turns his head, eyes glossing right over you. But you are just staring a bullet hole right though him, and you can’t help it. He’s magnetic. He’s dressed in a light blue linen suit, a far cry from the tennis uniforms or the hollering Versace shirts every other man in the place seems to be wearing. The slope of his shoulders suggest something… provincial. 

He’s not a city boy– man. This is a man. 

You hear a clatter to your immediate right and see Trent pouring a finger of Chivas into a tumbler. 

“Oh, Trent, that’s not–” 

He passes it off to the linen gentleman, this Miami cowboy, with a serene smile. Most people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a Chivas and a Macallan, but you would. 

And you bet he would too. 

He departs in a cloud of the same heavenly scent he’d arrived in, heading courtside to watch trust fund kids fumble over backhands. 

“Trent,” you say, reaching for the correct bottle and a fresh tumbler. “Meet Macallan. For next time, okay?” 

The blond kid just shrugs at you. “All that shit tastes the same to me.” 

To you. 

You linger near the arm of his chair before speaking, suddenly able to hear your pulse in your ears. Up close, you can see moles dotting the hand holding the errant glass of Chivas. A big hand too, it seems to dwarf the crystal. 

“Excuse me,” you say, as steady as you can manage. It’s not very steady. You wish you would’ve thought to check your makeup before you made a beeline out here, but time, you couldn’t help but feel, was of the essence. 

He looks up at you over his sunglasses and you think your knees might buckle. 

Eyes like a dark wood. Inviting you in. The kind of eyes that don’t look through you. 

Christ, people had been looking through you all summer, but it didn’t matter now. 

“Is that the Macallan?” he mumbles conspiratorially. 

You just– nod, uniform-required ponytail bouncing. 

“I’ll trade you,” he says, about to pass off the glass of Chivas, but then he pauses. Takes you in, surveying you in a way that makes you blush, “if you can finish this one with me.” 

“Um…”

“Is that allowed?” he asks, “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

Trouble be damned. The hell with trouble. Not only is your reputation as a little worker bee here untarnished, you can’t not sit with him. 

“I’m due a break, actually.”

“So I’ll trade you. Sit down, get comfortable. Give me the scoop on these tennis brats.”

He leans in to take the glass of Macallan from you, to pass off the glass of Chivas, and he brushes your hand. You experience the full entirely of a cliche, feeling electricity thrum under your skin– but then he passes a fingertip over the ring finger of your right hand. 

“That’s a pretty piece,” he hums, “Princess, right?”

For a second, you falter. Princess? Me? But it’s the ring he’s referring to– the yellow diamond engagement ring that once belonged to your nana. 

“Close!” you say, twisting the band on your finger in an act of self-consciousness. “Carré cut. Less pricey than a princess.”

“But just as pretty.” 

“And more rare, actually.” 

“Huh,” he says, and you smooth your skirt out with one hand, taking the seat nearest him. Enveloping yourself in the cloud of him. “Rarer than a princess.” 

From the court, a headband-wearing pre-teen in dazzling whites hollers fuck you, Mommy! Fuck you and your fucking bullshit topspin! I fucking hate this place!

“I’ll drink to that.” 

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NEW YORK CITY, 1995

The car door slams behind Dustin Henderson, raindrops rolling from the brim of his baseball cap. It’s late November and a freezing rain has descended upon the Diamond District. 

Steve had at least hoped he might see sunshine when he got out of the joint. 

From the wheel, he cranes his neck to the back seat where Dustin sits, wiping the dripping water from the hat’s beak. His Thinking Cap. He’s had that thing since he was a kid and has somehow managed to keep it in immaculate condition. Dustin loves details. Dustin also loves risk. Which is why he’s the only man for this recon job. 

“Tell me,” Steve says, tone as level as he can possibly keep it. 

“She is way hotter than I remember.”

“Dustin.”

“Miami always makes people less hot. I think it’s the heat,” the kid chuckles, an obvious attempt at lightening a tense mood. See, they weren’t supposed to be here. They weren’t supposed to be looking for you. Robin hadn’t said don’t go looking for her, but that more or less should have been in the terms of Steve’s release from Sing Sing. 

“Dustin.” 

“She’s in there, just like you said she’d be in there. It’s a white room and it’s got every kind of goddamn sparkler you could think of. Three layers of security. Three. What kind of jewelry store you ever been to that’s got three layers of security?” 

A detail like that would make a less accomplished thief sweat. But Dustin and Steve share a knowing smile. 

“A jewelry store selling stolen jewelry.” 

“Exactly,” Dustin nods. “I thought she’d be front-of-house, but she’s got her own office. Tucked away in the corner. Appointment only.” 

“Any availability?”

The younger man smirks. “For me or for you?” 

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Buddy’s is the last place in midtown you can get a decent drink and not be surrounded by throngs of yuppies. 

You know this, because you tend to date the yuppies in the throng. 

This is the one place that seems to be universally avoided by the trader set– it’s too dark and wooden in here, no brutalist architecture to make them feel at home while they rail lines of coke off their girlfriend’s compact mirrors. 

At Buddy’s, there’s a pianist that’s been propping up the corner for the last half century, minimum. A carpet that’s never been shampooed spreads across the floor and the mahogany is dented in all the places the light doesn’t hit. You can smoke indoors. Everything Happens to Me by Chet Baker will play, and everything feels like it’s going to be alright. At least until happy hour ends. 

You have a regular seat by the bar, a vantage point for people-watching. A gin martini, hold the vermouth, sits waiting for you by the time you arrive. On an average Thursday, you spend a couple of hours drinking three of these in an act of decompression from the violent fluorescent lighting of your workplace. From peering through a looking glass, examining the way light refracts through gemstones. 

From moving cargo that isn’t yours to move. 

This Thursday has been no different. 

You drag a finger along the condensation of your martini glass, it’s perfect conical shape a welcome weight in your hand. 

Your hair is piled up on top of your head, and you wear your reading glasses, and though you are beautiful, no one bothers you. Nothing bothers you. 

Until you hear a sound you haven’t heard in years. 

Tapping, against the bartop. One, one. Two, two. Three, three. Nerves. It was the only time you could ever tell that he was nervous. 

“Macallan, buddy. Up.”

Fucker.

-

He knew you by every single detail about you, let’s get that straight. 

He is entirely sure that in a room of a thousand clones of you, he would be able to pick out the real one, just from your minute sigh. From the way your one shoulder always slopes. From curl at the base of your neck. 

From the way you play with your grandmother’s Carré cut diamond, still sitting pretty on your right hand. 

He positions himself a number of seats away from you, from the seat that he’s been watching you sit at for a couple of nights in a row now. He does not approach you directly. 

Partially to see if you’ll still remember him. 

Steve is still vain, in his ways. He wants a spotlight shone on him. 

He only ever remembers the warmth of yours. 

He orders the same drink he ordered that day you met at the tennis club, the same way. He even hopes the bartender will mistake the Chivas for the Macallan and you’ll have to climb over the bar and charmingly correct him. But Antoine, as he’s heard you call him, has been behind this bar longer than Saint Peter at the pearly gates, so there’s no fear of that. 

You don’t react right away, and he doesn’t expect you to. He savors it, in fact, the opportunity to slyly watch you. Even if you’re seething. Even if you’re seething, you’re seething like a goddess might seethe. Horrifying and beautiful, all at once. The definite end of him. 

Then, the lack of attention you’re showing him stretches on a beat too long. 

“Excuse me,” he says from his spots a couple of seats down, “Can you do me a favor?”

You don’t respond. This doesn’t stop him. Never has.

“You mind tasting this for me?” Steve pushes the glass toward you, sending it sliding down the bar. You catch it with your right hand, yellow diamond catching in the light. A cut like that has never sparkled until you’ve worn it. “You think that’s Macallan or Chivas? Be honest.”

Steve’s fingers flex unconsciously as you lift the glass. Tilt it toward your lips. Still making no eye contact. But you don’t sip. 

“I think you should be in prison,” you say into the crystal tumbler and place it back on the bar top. “Why the fuck are you not in prison.” 

Steve closes the space between you, taking in that powdery perfume you’re still wearing after all this time. Candied violets. He settles into the beside you and props his palm under his chin. 

“Why are you selling stolen jewelry.”

He sees you tense for a brief moment, then release. Like you knew he’d say that, like you should have seen that coming. Because you know him, and you always see him coming. Other than Robin, you’re the only one that ever has. 

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“So that when some bastard in a bad linen suit asks me to hold on to some stolen jewelry, I’ll at least know how much it’s worth.”

A beat. You stare Steve down with such naked disdain that his heart twists in his chest. You hate him, and he sees that, and with all the evidence stacked up against you, he should hate you too. But that wasn’t what bit him.

“That suit wasn’t bad, Princess.”

[bendysinitiation]

Hiii Welcome to the HellHole

[PT: Hiii Welcome to the HellHole]

Out of the Ink Machine is a Bendy concept au that incorporates more historical accuracy from the late 1920s to 1940s in terms of animation studios. Mainly, Joey Drew Studios is now much more based off of Fleischer Studios, from its Golden Age to its eventual downfall, as seen in the documentary “Out of the Inkwell: the Fleischer Story”.

However, it’s not all boringly fixing inaccuracies. I mean, magic evil ink exists, so It’ll be having some fun with the boundaries set, too. The story is going to be jumbled around so that characters get to interact and there’s more fun little studio-centric concepts.

Let me be clear that I am NO historian for these times and am very much a rookie. Let me also be clear that I know nothing about BADTR, and am focusing on just the game BATIM cause I don’t have the books either. I just got hyperfixated and wanted to make something for this.

List of references I’ll be using:

Out of the Inkwell: the Fleischer Story

It All Started With A Mouse: The Disney Story (1989)

The Making of Snow White - DisneyAvenue.com

Disney’s Folly: The Making of Snow White

Fleischer Studios in Miami - Cartoonresearch

Various 1920s - 1930s cartoons (Koko the Clown, Bimbo the Dog, Mickey Mouse, Silly Symphony, etc)

Research on other things (Phonofilm, Periscopefilm, early foley artists, early Disney studio work conditions, Hays code maybe)

If you have any suggestions for other accessible films or documents referencing this era (especially 1940s, I haven’t researched it yet), then I’d be thankful and take a look at it!

Normal big boy blog - @rununcal

Asks are both open and welcome!

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That’s all, folks!

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[darkdoverpseeker]

30+ year old (he/him) looking for 21+ rp. Smut encouraged and enjoyed. Open to AU's, other OCs, 🕊️ dead dove 🕊️, and omegaverse. I'm mostly into mxf and mxm and can play as both. Several of my guys are trans. Open to nb characters too!

Fandoms:

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare - I play Graves, Ghost and Captain Price. Looking for pretty much anyone but especially Soap, König and Makarov. I have plots and a villain OC

Dead by daylight - I play Danny Johnson/Ghostface and Dwight Fairfield. I can also play Sidney Prescott or Billy Loomis from Scream. Would really like a Trickster but I'd also be thrilled with the Legion, Wesker, Leon, Ghostface, really just throw anyone at me. For OCs I have a female radio DJ survivor and a male kpop idol survivor. I have plots here too.

Original:

Settings:

- retrowave/vaporwave inspired alternate 80s Miami. With vampires

- stereotypical 50s suburb. With vampires or other unexpected horrible happenings

- really anything with vampires and I'm game

- historical fantasy or historical horror

- any kind of gothic horror setting

- cosmic horror anything

- original (not based on any fandom) 80s/90s cartoon

Pairings:

- bully x victim

- detective x serial killer

- detective x thief

- prince x servant/slave

- vampire x human

- slasher x final girl/boy

- evil AI x human

- robot x human slave/captive

- private detective x mob boss

- innocent civilian x hardened criminal

- leader of the good guys x leader of the bad guys

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like if interested !

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

i'm going on a VERY fun rabbit hole with this life series/hermitcraft/empires blaseball au thing, so have the next installment, the hermit blaseball au! this one is a lot easier to understand if you don't know anything about blaseball, because this is Much more "i've just put them into the plot of blaseball, they're just hanging out in there". my empires blaseball au can be found here, and the third life blaseball au will be linked here one i finish writing that up.

also, a few of my choices for teams i am not... particularly confident about (namely xisuma, bdubs, hypno, and tango) so if you have a better suggestion for them please pitch it.

Grian: Batter for the LA Unlimited Tacos

Scar: Batter for the Miami Dale

Mumbo: Batter for the New York Millennials, Siphon

Cleo: Pitcher for the Kansas City Breath Mints

Ren: Batter and team captain for the San Fransisco Lovers, Charm

Bdubs: Batter for the Hawai’i Fridays

Impulse: Batter for the Hellmouth Sunbeams

Pearl: Pitcher for the Houston Spies, Precognition

Gem: Pitcher for the Kansas City Breath Mints

Xisuma: Pitcher for the Philly Pies

Evil X: Pitcher for the Hades Tigers

Wels: Batter for the San Fransisco Lovers

Hels: Batter for the Baltimore Crabs

Hypno: Batter for the Mexico City Wild Wings

XB: Batter for the Atlantis Georgias

Beef: Pitcher for the Dallas Steaks

Keralis: Batter for the Core Mechanics

Joe: Pitcher for the Kansas City Breath Mints, later batter for the Seattle Garages

TFC: Coach of the Ohio Worms

Doc: Pitcher for the Core Mechanics

Jevin: Batter for the Charleston Shoe Thieves, Flinch, later rerolled into Reverberating

False: Pitcher for the Tokyo Lift

Stress: Batter for the Tokyo Lift

Iskall: Batter for the Breckenridge Jazz Hands

Tango: Pitcher for the Chicago Firefighters, Fire Eater

Cub: Batter for the Charleston Shoe Thieves, got Flinch from fighting god and got it rerolled into Debt

Etho: Pitcher for the Canada Moist Talkers

Zedaph: Pitcher for the Yellowstone Magic

Wormman: Pitcher for the Ohio Worms

This AU is, even more so than the Empires part of this AU, just me shoving the Hermits into the Blaseball universe and letting it happen.

The only people who are even sort of replacing an actual Blaseball player are Cleo, Joe, and Gem.

Cleo is our Jaylen. She pitches for the Kansas City Breath Mints, and is the best pitcher in the league, and when the Forbidden Book opens, she dies. Her intended replacement is False Symmetry II, aka Empires!False, but when the Forbidden Book is opened in the Empires, Hermitcraft, and Life Series universes all at once, everything gets a little muddled, and everyone comes out of it a little muddled. The biggest change is that Cleo is instead replaced by Gemini Tay, the newly generated player from the Empires world who was meant to replace Xornoth. 

When she is resurrected at the end of season 6, Joe goes into the Shadows in exchange. Within a few seasons, he is able to leave the Shadows and bats for the Breath Mints for about a season, afterwards he is transferred to the Seattle Garages, where he stays. I am not putting him back in the Shadows because it makes me kind of sad.

Cub and Jevin are both players for the Thieves, so they get cursed as a result of the boss fight against the Shelled One. We will resolve that later. Hels, despite being on the Crabs, does not get cursed, because he doesn’t join the Crabs until after they return from ascension.

Other than that, the Hermits are just sort of Existing in the world of Blaseball. Evil X and Hels are both created in similar ways to Evil Twin and Bontgomery Mullock, which is to say, Blessings break and accidentally clone a guy, so we just slightly edit one of their names and keep going. Don’t worry about it. 

At one point during Expansion, while the Reroll Will is still in effect, fans of the Thieves attempt to reroll the Flinch modifier that Cub got as a side effect of fighting god and losing that one time. It gets rerolled into Debt, in a similar vein to what happened to Silvaire Roadhouse, but because he’s on the Thieves, he actually gets to kill people. Good for him. Jevin’s Flinch modifier also gets rerolled, but he gets Reverberating. Good for him, but in a different direction.

[wolfieloveswade]

Logan and Wade AU Fanfic(My fanfiction)08-09-2024

1989, Miami, Florida

Logan is a Slayer/Hunter, killer of all things evil, Wade is a rookie cop for the Miami Police Department, 2 months on the job, the two of them will bump into each other

Rating: PG-13

+ Chapter One: What Happens In Miami, Stays In Miami +

Friday Night, 11pm, Miami, Florida, the streets are already filled with criminals and low lives and troubled souls, a cute off duty cop for the Miami PD is walking around listening to his walkman, he's listening to Cutting Crew's "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight", there used to be a wedding ring on his finger, now it's just naked and waiting for another lover to claim it for their own, Wade Wilson, 2 months on the job, he took the job in hopes of being like Sonny Crocket, he used to be a waiter but hated how cheaply he was paid and he also hated how rude the customers got to be, he hates living here in Miami, being a Vice Cop gives him an excuse to stay in town, this way he can tell people what to do and it makes him feel like he's in control, he hears a weird fluttering behind him, he stops his walkman, slowly takes his ear phones out, he sees people walking around him like usual but he senses something weird, he puts his walkman away and can feel something, a slight change in the air, he tries to ignore it and then continues to walk away*

*a night club called The Neon Angel, Wade goes into it, he goes to this place to distract himself from time to time, especially on Friday and Saturday nights, "Every Breath You Take" by The Police plays in the club, Wade finds a table and sits down, even something feels off about the club tonight, it's almost like he's trying to energetically guess what's going on, a very attractive and flashy woman joins Wade at the table, Wade notices*

mysterious woman: hey there handsome, you alone?

Wade: I am...but maybe I like it this way...

mysterious woman: what's wrong handsome? never had a lady hit on you before?

Wade: oh no I've been hit on by ladies hundreds of times...

mysterious woman: you wanna get out of here?

Wade: I'm not interested...please go away

mysterious woman: what's wrong handsome?

Wade: *feels slightly triggered, reminded of his bitch of an ex wife* get lost lady, if you keep it up, I will charge and arrest you with harassing a police officer

mysterious woman: oh God are you undercover?

Wade: I'm only gonna say this one more time, go fuck yourself lady because nobody else will

mysterious woman: you jerk! *the bitch walks away*

Wade: *talking to himself out loud* she's not even that hot

*time passes, Wade's still sitting at the table by himself, he decides to get up and go to the bathroom, when he heads over there, 8 guys are doing all kinds of drugs in the mens' room*

Wade: *gasps* oh my God, perfect timing, finally some excitement

man: what the fuck?

Wade: *takes his badge and gun out* you see these right here boys? I own all your asses! come on, we're going downtown, right now

*one of the big guys puts Wade into a headlock*

Wade: oh fuck

*the bathroom door busts open, Wade screams like a girl, a very hunky man shows up(it's Logan lol), he beats the shit out of all 8 bozos in the bathroom, Wade screams*

Logan: I'm here to help you Wade, stay back!

Wade: what the...what the fuck?!

*one of the bozo's gets up, his eyes are glowing red, huge fangs, Wade screams, all 8 bozos are vampires, really ugly vampires, Logan takes out what looks like a shotgun, he starts blasting at all of them, the bullets contain holy water and explode when they're fired, Wade's in shock and just watches Logan kick ass, one of the vampires fights back and tackles Logan to the bathroom floor, the bitch tries to bite Logan, Wade points his gun at the vampire's head and shoots, the vampire's head explodes, Wade screams, his gun hits the floor, to Wade it feels like time has stopped, he just shot an ugly vampire's head off and it exploded, Logan gets up and grabs Wade to check on him*

Wade: *gasps lightly*

Logan: Wade, are you alright?

Wade: how...how do you know my name?

Logan: it's a long story bub...come on, we need to get out of here

Wade: aren't you gonna ask me to come with you if I want to live? *giggles* .....*clears throat* that was a Terminator reference...Kyle Reese said it to Sarah Connor

Logan: *smirks* I knew what you were referencing

Wade: oh good, so you do have a sense of humor

Logan: it's not safe here Wade...you need to come with me right now

Wade: oh God...so Miami's filled with vampires now?

Logan: vampires, demons, the whole nine yards

Wade: *stares at the dead ugly vampires* oh God that's disgusting

how do you deal with this?

Logan: I kill demons for a living

Wade: I arrest criminals for a living *giggles lightly* so uh...you got a name, Mr Mel Gibson 2.0?

Logan: *smirks* it's Logan...

Wade: Wade...but you somehow already knew that didn't you?

Logan: come on, we gotta go

*Wade follows Logan out of the club, Logan grabs Wade's arm*

Logan: right here

Wade: whoa...nice wheels

Logan: get in

*Wade and Logan go inside of the black convertible, Logan drives away*

Wade: ...so bullets can kill vampires?

Logan: a straight shot to the head can kill anything

Wade: I'll keep that in mind then for future reference...oh God...some poor bastard is gonna find those bodies-

Logan: that's not important, your safety is

Wade: you're not a Terminator are you?

Logan: *giggles lightly* not as far as I know

Wade: so you're human? and you're not from the future?

Logan: I'm like you Wade...a Mutant...but I am from the future...

Wade: whoa...whoa...whoa...so you're actually from the future? like Kyle Reese in The Terminator?

Logan: it's very similar actually

Wade: oh God...oh fucking fuck...look, Mad Max, I'm just a cop for the Miami police...and did you just call me a Mutant?

Logan: you and I are both Mutants Wade...

Wade: ....look, don't get me wrong, you're like a total bad-ass...but, seriously, me?...the future? how far back did you travel from Logan?...tell me, please....

Logan: 44 years from now...2033

Wade: holy shit are you serious?

Logan: I'm always serious

Wade: yeah, I can see that...so what happens to me, 44 years from now?

Logan: you died tonight and everything went to hell, the fact that I'm here means you'll stay alive and God knows we all need you to stay alive...

Wade: ....what? ...and who are you to protect me? who sent you?

Logan: a good friend of ours named Charles

Wade: stop, stop the car, please, you need to explain everything to me, don't leave any detail out, Logan, please stop the car

*Logan stops the car, he and Wade stare at each other*

Wade: *sniffles* is this all tied to the weird dreams I've been having? the nightmares?

Logan: tonight isn't the only night you died Wade...several timelines have been broken, several demons have been sent to kill you through time

Wade: oh God...why am I stuck in some Terminator like nightmare? I was normal before...what happened?

Logan: you were never normal Wade...you and I never were

Wade: who are you to me in the future Logan? my partner in fighting demons?

Logan: I'm your husband...

Wade...my husband?...you? you're my husband?

Logan: ....the future is in our hands Wade...*sighs deeply, sniffles* I lost you several times in the past and future Wade...I can't lose you again...

Wade: *sniffles* gay marriage is legal in the future? *giggles slightly*

Logan: it is...

Wade: oh God...so you're my husband from the future? and we do what? kill demons together? and we're mutants?

Logan: yeah...

Wade: *smiles* I have a husband? *giggles* you're my husband?

Logan: in the future you and I are head over heels in love

Wade: oh wow...

*a loud rustling noise, Logan notices, sniffs*

Logan: wait here Wade...don't get out of the car, please?

Wade: okay...

*Logan gets out of the car, Wade just stares at him, Logan looks around trying to identify the source, it's all quiet, then abruptly a jump scare, Victor/Sabertooth jumps from out of nowhere and tackles Logan, Wade screams, Logan and Victor are fighting each other in the middle of the street*

Wade: oh my God...what the fuck is that thing?!

*Logan's Claws come out and he stabs Victor, Wade gasps and covers his mouth, Logan gets back into the car, his claws go back into his hands*

Wade: what the fuck?!

Logan: I need to find us a hotel

Wade: oh my God this is such a trope

*Logan drives away*

+ to be continued in chapter 2 +

[sadiecoocoo]

Rick and Morty Headcannon - 5

A small detail about Morty is that he curls up often. Morty C-137 is the only one that we know if that does this. In a chair he’ll sit in the fetal position instead of normally. This has caused a few concerns with Rick, seeing as he always wonders if this is some psychological thing or just a quirk. It’s really just what Morty finds comforting and he doesn’t really think about it when he does it.

It was stated in the dragon episode (I forgor the name) that Morty kind of liked Dnd, I think that Lizard Morty (Scale for short) was the one that got a lot of the other Mortys into it. Sometimes maybe the main friend group of Mortys (imo that’s the group that went to the wishing well thing plus Lawyer Morty, campaign manager (debating if he actually died or not in my Rick and Morty au), and Miami… occasionally Eve/Mal will join the group, but he usually just hangs back and listens) will all get together and play one shots, or just hang out in general.

I stated before that Morty C-137 was found by one morty while he went on a solo mission and then that was when he first went to the citadel on his own. Many of the Morty’s remembered our morty from when he lead a rebellion against evil “Rick” and Mal, and they were all nice to him. He became apart of the main group of Mortys that usually hang out because of this, and they all became fairly good friends

[killerandhealerqueen]

Pulling up my phone to do this properly. PLEASE feel free to answer this in multiple posts, I can resend it if you want me to 😅😅

Fic writer asks #1- numbers 1, 4, 10, 22

35 questions for fic writere- numbers 4, 11

More fic writer asks- numbers 1, 6, 10, 15, 19, 23

Fanfic ask game- letters F, H, L, S, Y

Fic ask game- numbers 1, 2, 17, 22 (any fic)

Teasing WIPs- 🌧, ☔️

Fruit asks- 🍓, 🍒, 🍊

Get to know fic writer- 11, 13, 17, 18

Procrastinating asks- 🐬🧭♻️

Fanfic author asks- 10, 17, 21, 26, 31, 34

Nah, nah, we doing this all in ONE POST my dear! It's just going to be a very long post so there'll probably be a read more in here somewhere

Fic Writer Asks #1

1. How old were you when you started writing fic?

Oh...middle school age, I believe. So like...11-12-ish?

4. What fandoms have you written for?

Consulting ao3...Killer and Healer, The Devil Judge, S.C.I. Mystery, The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity, Under the Skin, White Cat Legend (Live Action), Guardian, Psych-Hunter, HIStory3: Trapped, The Untamed, Master Wait a Moment, Himura Hideo no Suiri, CSI: Miami, Chimera, My Name (though I believe that was a crossover with TDJ), Chinese Paladin 4, Beyond Evil.

I used to write for Supernatural, Black Butler, Dragon Ball, NCT, Teen Wolf, and Sherlock

10. Do you read your own fics for fun?

Oh hell yeah I do. Honestly, I read my fics more than I do any other fics out there because they're just so catered for me

22. Pick out a random line from a fic you're really proud of

Gonna use my excerpt that I use all the time from Chapter 37 of my fic 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer

         “Goodnight, A-Ying.  Sleep well.  Gege loves you” he whispered before he pulled away and carefully covered her face with the sheet. 

Love this line so much. It came to me in a dream and I thought it was perfectly fitting for the scene (and something that Chen Yuzhi would say)

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35 Questions for Fanfiction Writers! ✨

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Not particularly, no

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Well, I'm always writing about Killer and Healer, if you couldn't tell, but I also keep getting drawn back into writing mafia aus, omegaverse, lots of fantasy, and angel x demon aus. There are other aus, but these I've found I have a lot of

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1. the last sentence you wrote

From my upcoming fic "Curse of the Mermaid"

         “Well look at that” he murmured before he turned and headed out of the curtained area, Yu Tangchun smiling at the sight of him.

6. the word that appears the most in your current draft (wordcounter.net can tell you)

It's probably "and"...I don't have to use a website to know

10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

My drafts don't rest for very long, unless I'm incredibly stressed or tired...I'd say 3 days at most?

15. favorite weather for writing

Any weather is good weather for me

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

Um...aquatofina? That was pretty interesting

23. pick three keywords that describe your writing

Fanciful, emotional, enjoyable

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Fanfic Ask Game - Letters

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

Back to Chapter 37 again

Back in the morgue, Chen Yuzhi continued to look at Keying’s burnt body before he reached into his pocket and pulled out her little butterfly clip, staring at it for a moment before he carefully and gently placed it into Keying’s hair, his hands trembling the entire time.  Once the clip was in her hair, he smiled weakly.          “There…don’t you look pretty, A-Ying?” he murmured before he reached up to gently stroke her hair.  As he stroked her hair, more tears streamed down his cheeks and he shook his head, trying to stop himself from crying, before he let out a shuddering breath and leaned down, placing the gentlest of kisses to her forehead.          “Goodnight, A-Ying.  Sleep well.  Gege loves you” he whispered before he pulled away and carefully covered her face with the sheet.  He then carefully pushed her tray back into the refrigerator and shut the door before he turned and numbly walked out of the morgue, causing Jiang Yuelou, who had been sitting on the bench outside with his head in his hand, to shoot to his feet and look over at him with wide eyes as he slowly made his way towards him.  When he finally stopped before him, Jiang Yuelou shook his head.          “I’m sorry.  The killer came for me, and I got Keying involved” he apologized.            “Though you say you’re sorry, would Keying still be alive?” Chen Yuzhi hissed, rage burning in his tear-filled eyes.  Jiang Yuelou looked at him before he lowered his gaze.          “I’m sorry” he repeated, his words full of tears.

I'm fond of this scene because in the drama, Chen Yuzhi just places the butterfly clip into Keying's hair before he places her back into the morgue refrigerator. But here, I've added more dialogue to not only make it more angsty but I feel like Chen Yuzhi would tell Keying that he loves her before he places her back into the refrigerator, not just place her in there without saying goodbye/goodnight, you know?

H: How would you describe your style?

Fuck...I have no idea

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Once. I write the chapter, go through it once to make sure I haven't forgotten anything or misspelled anything and then it gets posted

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Hurt/comfort, sunshine x grump, black x white (color pallets)...I've grown fond of arrange marriages/fake dating, and finally, injured character says they're fine before their eyes flutter and they collapse into their loved one's arms

Y: A character you want to protect.

Ooo...good question. But I'm gonna go with Chen Yuzhi. I like him to get whumped to hell, but I also love it when he's fiercely guarded and protected...it's good shit

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Fic Ask Game - Numbers

1. Is writing cathartic or stressful for you?

I'd say it's cathartic/stress relieving. It only gets stressful when a scene or the fic wants to fight me. But other than that, it's enjoyable

2: Do you focus on attention to detail when you read fics? Are you more or less attention to detail focussed when you write fics?

I'm very detail focused when writing fics...I like to be as accurate as possible when describing people, surroundings, or what's happening in the scene (especially if it's a case fic). I also pay attention to detail when reading fics...helps paint the picture better in my head

17: What has been the proudest moment for you so far since you started writing?

Getting told by people that I'm their favorite author or that my fanfics are their favorite. Best feeling in the world

22: Have you used any symbolism in [insert fic]? What does it represent?

Hmm...symbolism...I don't really have symbolism in my fics...and if I don't, I don't notice/do it on purpose (sorry 😅)

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🌧️ Share something angsty from your WIP.

At the sight of the scars, Yu Tangchun, Chu Min, and Liu Li gasped before Yu Tangchun slowly reached out a hand and gently touched one of the scars.          “Junbai…what happened?  Who…did this to you?” he asked.  Zhan Junbai hummed as he shrugged his robe back on before he turned to look at him.          “My uncle” he replied.  Yu Tangchun looked at him in horror.          “Your uncle?” he repeated.  Zhan Junbai hummed and nodded.          “Yes…my parents died when I was a child, so I was raised by my uncle.  My uncle’s side of the family were all spirit mediums…very strong ones.  Unfortunately, I didn’t share the same strength in my abilities and when my uncle found out…he was very upset.  Told me that I ruined the family line and was a shame to the family.  After that, he whipped me…whipped me so bad that my back was practically shredded.  It took a very long time to heal and once it did…I ran away.  Ran away and never looked back.  That’s when I came here.  And became a swindling spirit medium” he explained.

☔ Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Uh...my Killer and Healer PacRim au? I'm not sure if I'll ever get around to it (I mean I'd like to but i just have so many other WIPs at the moment...and the rewrite is just so long that idk if I'll ever get around to it). I like the idea of it but...idk if I'll ever get around to it

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🍓 What’s a fic you’ve written you feel is underrated?

Currently it's For All Eternity. I'd like more people to read it and enjoy it...but it might also be my own fault because of how often I post, so it might have gotten lost. But I'd really like for more people to read it and enjoy it (and maybe comment?)

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

Sunshine x grump...or doctor x detective. I like both.

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

Mmm...I'd like to write more for Chu Ran...and Zhong Yiren and give them their Couple of Mirrors au that they deserve but I keep getting distracted by Yuezhi and Junchun...

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Get to know your fic writer!

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Waiting (Let Me Pet You) by @bestbuds55

your compliments look good on me by veridiae

Noster nostri by Only_1_Truth

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

I don't really follow writing tips...not my thing

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

Read manga or watch tv/drama...I always get inspired then

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Most times I'll title it during, because a phrase or a piece of dialogue or something I wrote caught my eye and I'd thought it'd make a good title. Sometimes I'll use the title of the piece of media that my fic is inspired by, just makes things easier

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Procrastinating ask!

🦈 Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

My current WIP that I'm working on is Curse of the Mermaid

🧭 An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

The title before "Curse of the Mermaid" was "My Dearest Mermaid" but I think "Curse of the Mermaid" is a much better title for the fic

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

My current wip has no scrapped ideas

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Fanfic author ask

10. What makes a fic 'successful' in your opinion?

Getting it out of your head, writing it, and posting it. Numbers mean nothing. But creating that fic that was in your head and bringing it to life...that's successful. And if other people enjoy it...then it's a success

17. What is your most written pairing?

Jiang Yuelou/Chen Yuzhi with 134 fics

21. What year did you join your chosen fanfic posting platform? (AO3, tumblr, wattpad, etc.)

I joined ao3 in 2018

26. Do you have use a beta reader before publishing?

Sometimes I'll have @ahhhnorealnamesallowed look over a fic if I need a second pair of eyes or a second opinion, but most times, I don't

31. Do you listen to music while writing?

I do, yeah

34. Are there any common themes you like to explore in your writing?

Not really

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[doomednarrative]

My bestie @catgirladjacent tagged me in a little "20 questions for fic writers" ask game so :3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

12 currently

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

29,178. I mostly write one shots lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I have on my ao3 published fics for FFXIV, Pathologic, Resident Evil, Borderlands and Gotham Rogues. I don't really actively write for any of those except FFXIV and Resident Evil these days however, along with various Kamen Rider shows and some BG3 stuff.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

God this is gonna make me cringe cause it's all older stuff I don't like as much anymore lol except for the RE ones

Help Me, Heal Me - 191 kudos

I Think She Knew Everything You Are - 196 kudos (nice)

He Always Held Him When He Cried - 98 kudos

No Sleep - 93 kudos

You Are Yourself - 77 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

Usually yeah. I rarely get them so it's nice to see when people do actually leave them

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Surprisingly as much as I Love writing angst, none of my published fics actually really end on an angsty note. The closest would have to be "Doing Your Best (And Still Failing)" because it was written about my WoL A'cera after losing his first fight with Zenos during Stormblood, so it's a bunch of his raw emotions from the encounter.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably "Just Exhale", which is my personal take on the end of the MSQ for Endwalker with my WoL Alyx after they land back in the Ragnarok following the encounter with Meteion.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, never have

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

Only in my rp's with Tibby lol, or Occasionally something that won't ever get published that's just for myself. Usually it's oc/canon stuff that's just self indulgent for the sake of it ~

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

No lol it takes a Lot for me to enjoy crossovers unless it concerns toku stuff since those actually happen in canon

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Hmm sort of? I hash out ideas with friends sometimes but I do all the actual writing for anything I publish myself

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

If we wanna go solely by what I've actually Published? Hades/Hythlodaeus/Azem or Wol, I really like writing my personally FFXIV stuff when I'm in the mood. If we wanna go off of unfinished wips by number tho? Hoffstrahm and Chreon by a fuckin mile, those two fucked my brain up for long spans of time

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a few honestly:

"Kiss me baby with your hapsburg lip," one of my many Hoffstrahm wips in my au verse shared with Tibby about Peter having to sew up Mark's face after the bear trap incident, only in this au it's much more comedy than horror

I have at least 5 different Hellhopper fics in my drafts, I would like to finish ONE of them at least someday

My fuckin multichapter Hotline Miami BikerJacket fic aughhh. I havent given up hope with it for how much of it I actually do have plotted out but god it'd take so long to write

I have a whole little various connected one shot series I was working on as a fix it series to the OOO 10th vcine, would love to finish them but I would have to rewatch OOO to pick the character voice back up for it

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, it's the thing everyone always points out to me that they enjoy in my writing and it's usually always the starting point for my fics

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Prose lol. I struggle so hard sometimes with connecting scenes and describing whats happening when people aren't actively speaking. I've gotten better at it but it took a lot of conscious effort to learn it

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I rarely do it, most things I write are in my native language media already, but whenever I do it I usually just italicize it, write it in English and make mention of the language switch in the paragraph somewhere so the reader knows it's happened

19. First fandom you wrote for?

DRAGON BALL Z BABEYYY I'm not ashamed of that I still love DBZ so much. I was so shameless and wrote my own oc to be Vegeta's cousin in one of my first fics and I had fun doing it. They've long since been deleted, not because I Wanted to do so but for other reasons I don't feel like going into rn.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

"Help Me, Heal Me" by far out of my published ones. It's my most solid out of them and I feel like I really nailed Chris and Leon's dynamic well in it, it's the one I'm most proud of ~

Hrmm let's see, I think I'll tag @silenthillmutual, @lunar-gl1tch, @skajador @adrianicsea and @stickers-on-a-laptop for this one ~

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Holidays 3.22

Holidays

Age Is Just A Number Day

Arab League Day

Army Day (Philippines)

As Young As You Feel Day

Baltic Sea Day

Banned in Boston Day

Bihar Day (India)

Captain James T. Kirk Day

Cinematograph Film Day

Cornstarch Day

Daffodil Day

Day of the Berlin Bear (Germany)

Day of the People’s Party (Laos)

Earth Day [Original Date]

Emancipation Day (a.k.a. Día de la Abolición de la Esclavitud; Puerto Rico)

Festival of Immortality

Gryffindor Pride Day

International Day of the Seal

International Goof-Off Day (a.k.a. National Goof-Off Day)

International Gurjar Day

International Taxi Driver Day (Russia)

John Magufuli Day (Tanzania)

Labour Day (Christmas Island)

Laser Day

Lynch Syndrome Awareness Day

National Badminton Day [also 3.30]

National

National Day of the Podenco (Spain)

National Day of Work-Integrated Learning Day (Canada)

National Donald Day

National Rehabilitation Counselors Appreciation Day

National Ride2School Day )Australia)

National Sing-Out Day

National Tree Day (Sent Maarten)

National West Virginia Day

Newlyweds Day (Serbia)

Plane Tree Day (French Republic)

Resident Evil Anniversary Day

Stamp Act Day

Stanley Cup Day

Sun-Earth Day

Talk Like William Shatner Day

Tuskegee Airmen Day

World Cloud Security Day

World Coma Day

World Day of Metta!

World Doula Day

World Mime Day

World Organic Research Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Bavarian Crepes Day

Brewing Water Day

Coq au Vin Day

We Love Broccoli Day

World Water Day (a.k.a. World Day for Water; UN)

4th Friday in March

Friday of Sorrows [4th Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

Pliny the Younger Day (Normally 1st Friday in February but moved in 2023)

Wear a Hat Day (Ireland) [4th Friday]

Independence & Related Days

Bihar (State founded; India; 1912)

Malus (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

New Year’s Days

Nowruz (New Year) [Day 3, Around Spring Equinox] (a.k.a. ... 

Dita e Nevruzit (Albania)

Nauryz Meyramy (Kazakhstan)

Navruz (Tajikistan, Uzbekistan)

Nevruz (Albania)

Nooroz (Iran)

Novruz (Azerbaijan)

Festivals Beginning March 22, 2024

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Bluebonnet Brew-Off (Dallas, Texas) [thru 3.24]

California Artisan Cheese Festival (Santa Rosa, California) [thru 3.24]

Hammond Smokin’ BBQ Challenge (Hammond, Louisiana) [thru 3.23]

Hermann Wurstfest (Hermann, Missouri) [thru 3.24]

Kirkland Wine, Beer & Spirits Walk (Kirkland, Washington)

Lollapalooza (São Paulo, Brazil) [thru 3.24]

Litchfield Restaurant Week (Litchfield, Connecticut) [thru 3.29]

MN Brewers Conference (St. Paul, Minnesota)

Salzburg Easter Festival (Salzburg, Austria) [thru 4.1]

Sydney Royal Easter Show (Sydney, Australia) [thru 4.2]

Ultra Music Festival (Miami, Florida) [thru 3.24]

Vossa Jazz (Vossevangen, Norway) [thru 3.24]

Feast Days

Anthony Van Dyck (Artology)

Anton Raphael Mengs (Artology)

Attis Arbour Intrat (Procession of Pine Trees, dedicated to Cybele, Ops for Rhea; Ancient Rome)

Basil of Ancyra (Christian; Saint)

Benvenuto of Osimo (Christian; Saint)

Catharine of Sweden (Christian; Saint)

Clemens August Graf von Galen (Christian; Saint)

Darerca of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Deogratias, Bishop of Carthage (Christian; Saint)

Dies Violae (Laying of Flowers at Tombs; Ancient Rome)

Epaphroditus (Christian; Saint)

Festival of Cybele (Attis’ self-mutilation; Ancient Rome)

Festival of the Entry of the Tree (Ancient Rome)

Hola Mohalla (Sikh)

John Frederick Kensett (Artology)

Jonathan Edwards (Lutheranism)

Justin (Positivist; Saint)

Keep Richards Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lea of Rome (Christian; Saint)

Nicholas Owen (Christian; Saint)

Nicholas von Flue (Christian; Saint)

Paul of Narbonne (Christian; Saint)

Pretend to Be Sober Day (Pastafarian)

Rite of Eostre (Everyday Wicca)

Quinquatria, Day 4: Poet’s Day (Pagan)

Rosh Chodesh Nisan (Judaism) [1 Nisan]

Slightly Silly Day (Pastafarian)

Toothbrush (Muppetism)

Hebrew Calendar Holidays [Begins at Sundown Day Before]

Shabbat Zachor (Remembrance) [13 Adair]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

All Shook Up, by Elvis Presley (Song; 1957)

Apostrophe (‘), by Frank Zappa (Album; 1974)

Behold the Man, by Michael Moorcock (Novel; 1969)

The Bible, printed by Johannes Gutenberg (Book; 1457)

Bosko the Speed King (WB LT Cartoon; 1933)

Bringing It All Back Home, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1965)

Bullwinkle Scores Again or Fool’s Goal (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 356; 1965)

The Clock (Film; 1945)

The Croods (Animated Film; 2013)

Defending Your Life (Film; 1991)

D-I-V-O-R-C-E, recorded by Tammy Wynette (Song; 1968)

East St. Louis Toddle-oo, recorded by Duke Ellington (Song; 1927)

The Egg Cracker Suite (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Swing Symphony Cartoon; 1943)

The Explorer, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1931)

Far Beyond Driven, by Pantera (Album; 1994)

Fist of Fury (Film; 1972)

Flames in the Sky, by Pierre Clostermann (Novel; 1951)

The Golden Touch (Disney Silly Symphony Cartoon; 1935)

Gutenberg Bible (Religious Text; 1457)

How Should We Then Live? The Rise and Decline of Western Thought and Culture, by Francis A. Schaeffer (Philosophy Book; 1975)

Luca (Pixar Animated Film; 2024)

Mr. Wonderful (Broadway Musical; 1956)

Much Ado About Nothing (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1940)

Olympus Has Fallen (Film; 2013)

On the Border, by The Eagles (Album; 1974)

Pleased to Meet Cha! (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1935)

Please Please Me by The Beatles (Album; 1963)

Power to the People, by John Lennon (Song; 1971)

The Rules: All You Need Is Cash (TV Rockumentary Special; 1978)

Sing Smokey, by The Temptation (Album; 1965)

Sleepy Time Chimes (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1971)

Spring Breakers (Film; 2013)

Standing Room Only or Bullwinkle Sells Out (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 355; 1965)

Station 19 (TV Series; 2018)

Stealin Aint Honest (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1940)

Symphony No. 1, the Poem of the Forest, by Albert Roussel (Symphony; 1908)

Us (Film; 2019)

Today’s Name Days

Clemens, Elmar, Klemens, Lea (Austria)

Rosen, Rositsa (Bulgaria)

Lea, Leonarda, Oktavijan (Croatia)

Leona (Czech Republic)

Paulus (Denmark)

Viktor, Viktoria (Estonia)

Vihtori, Viktor (Finland)

Léa (France)

Elmar, Lea, Reinhilde (Germany)

Drosos, Drosoula (Greece)

Beáta, Izolda (Hungary)

Benevenuto, Caterina, Lavinia, Lea, Muzio, Onofrio, Nilda, Nilde (Italy)

Dziedra, Giedra, Ralfs, Tamāra (Latvia)

Gedgaudas, Gedgaudė, Kotryna (Lithuania)

Paula, Pauline (Norway)

Bazylissa, Bogusław, Godzisław, Katarzyna, Kazimierz, Paweł (Poland)

Drosida, Vasile (Romania)

Beňadik (Slovakia)

Bienvenido, Lea (Spain)

Kennet, Kent, Viktor (Sweden)

Lea, Leah, Lee, Leigh, Leighton, Parker (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 82 of 2024; 284 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 12 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 6 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ding-Mao), Day 13 (Yi-You)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025)

Hebrew: 12 Adair II 5784

Islamic: 12 Ramadan 1445

J Cal: 22 Green; Oneday [21 of 30]

Julian: 9 March 2024

Moon: 94%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 26 Aristotle (3rd Month) [Clement of Alexandria]

Runic Half Month: Beore (Birch Tree) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 4 of 92)

Week: 3rd Week of March

Zodiac: Aries (Day 2 of 31)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 3.22

Holidays

Age Is Just A Number Day

Arab League Day

Army Day (Philippines)

As Young As You Feel Day

Baltic Sea Day

Banned in Boston Day

Bihar Day (India)

Captain James T. Kirk Day

Cinematograph Film Day

Cornstarch Day

Daffodil Day

Day of the Berlin Bear (Germany)

Day of the People’s Party (Laos)

Earth Day [Original Date]

Emancipation Day (a.k.a. Día de la Abolición de la Esclavitud; Puerto Rico)

Festival of Immortality

Gryffindor Pride Day

International Day of the Seal

International Goof-Off Day (a.k.a. National Goof-Off Day)

International Gurjar Day

International Taxi Driver Day (Russia)

John Magufuli Day (Tanzania)

Labour Day (Christmas Island)

Laser Day

Lynch Syndrome Awareness Day

National Badminton Day [also 3.30]

National

National Day of the Podenco (Spain)

National Day of Work-Integrated Learning Day (Canada)

National Donald Day

National Rehabilitation Counselors Appreciation Day

National Ride2School Day )Australia)

National Sing-Out Day

National Tree Day (Sent Maarten)

National West Virginia Day

Newlyweds Day (Serbia)

Plane Tree Day (French Republic)

Resident Evil Anniversary Day

Stamp Act Day

Stanley Cup Day

Sun-Earth Day

Talk Like William Shatner Day

Tuskegee Airmen Day

World Cloud Security Day

World Coma Day

World Day of Metta!

World Doula Day

World Mime Day

World Organic Research Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Bavarian Crepes Day

Brewing Water Day

Coq au Vin Day

We Love Broccoli Day

World Water Day (a.k.a. World Day for Water; UN)

4th Friday in March

Friday of Sorrows [4th Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

Pliny the Younger Day (Normally 1st Friday in February but moved in 2023)

Wear a Hat Day (Ireland) [4th Friday]

Independence & Related Days

Bihar (State founded; India; 1912)

Malus (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

New Year’s Days

Nowruz (New Year) [Day 3, Around Spring Equinox] (a.k.a. ... 

Dita e Nevruzit (Albania)

Nauryz Meyramy (Kazakhstan)

Navruz (Tajikistan, Uzbekistan)

Nevruz (Albania)

Nooroz (Iran)

Novruz (Azerbaijan)

Festivals Beginning March 22, 2024

Barcelona Beer Festival (Barcelona, Spain) [thru 3.24]

Bluebonnet Brew-Off (Dallas, Texas) [thru 3.24]

California Artisan Cheese Festival (Santa Rosa, California) [thru 3.24]

Hammond Smokin’ BBQ Challenge (Hammond, Louisiana) [thru 3.23]

Hermann Wurstfest (Hermann, Missouri) [thru 3.24]

Kirkland Wine, Beer & Spirits Walk (Kirkland, Washington)

Lollapalooza (São Paulo, Brazil) [thru 3.24]

Litchfield Restaurant Week (Litchfield, Connecticut) [thru 3.29]

MN Brewers Conference (St. Paul, Minnesota)

Salzburg Easter Festival (Salzburg, Austria) [thru 4.1]

Sydney Royal Easter Show (Sydney, Australia) [thru 4.2]

Ultra Music Festival (Miami, Florida) [thru 3.24]

Vossa Jazz (Vossevangen, Norway) [thru 3.24]

Feast Days

Anthony Van Dyck (Artology)

Anton Raphael Mengs (Artology)

Attis Arbour Intrat (Procession of Pine Trees, dedicated to Cybele, Ops for Rhea; Ancient Rome)

Basil of Ancyra (Christian; Saint)

Benvenuto of Osimo (Christian; Saint)

Catharine of Sweden (Christian; Saint)

Clemens August Graf von Galen (Christian; Saint)

Darerca of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Deogratias, Bishop of Carthage (Christian; Saint)

Dies Violae (Laying of Flowers at Tombs; Ancient Rome)

Epaphroditus (Christian; Saint)

Festival of Cybele (Attis’ self-mutilation; Ancient Rome)

Festival of the Entry of the Tree (Ancient Rome)

Hola Mohalla (Sikh)

John Frederick Kensett (Artology)

Jonathan Edwards (Lutheranism)

Justin (Positivist; Saint)

Keep Richards Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lea of Rome (Christian; Saint)

Nicholas Owen (Christian; Saint)

Nicholas von Flue (Christian; Saint)

Paul of Narbonne (Christian; Saint)

Pretend to Be Sober Day (Pastafarian)

Rite of Eostre (Everyday Wicca)

Quinquatria, Day 4: Poet’s Day (Pagan)

Rosh Chodesh Nisan (Judaism) [1 Nisan]

Slightly Silly Day (Pastafarian)

Toothbrush (Muppetism)

Hebrew Calendar Holidays [Begins at Sundown Day Before]

Shabbat Zachor (Remembrance) [13 Adair]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

All Shook Up, by Elvis Presley (Song; 1957)

Apostrophe (‘), by Frank Zappa (Album; 1974)

Behold the Man, by Michael Moorcock (Novel; 1969)

The Bible, printed by Johannes Gutenberg (Book; 1457)

Bosko the Speed King (WB LT Cartoon; 1933)

Bringing It All Back Home, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1965)

Bullwinkle Scores Again or Fool’s Goal (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 356; 1965)

The Clock (Film; 1945)

The Croods (Animated Film; 2013)

Defending Your Life (Film; 1991)

D-I-V-O-R-C-E, recorded by Tammy Wynette (Song; 1968)

East St. Louis Toddle-oo, recorded by Duke Ellington (Song; 1927)

The Egg Cracker Suite (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Swing Symphony Cartoon; 1943)

The Explorer, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1931)

Far Beyond Driven, by Pantera (Album; 1994)

Fist of Fury (Film; 1972)

Flames in the Sky, by Pierre Clostermann (Novel; 1951)

The Golden Touch (Disney Silly Symphony Cartoon; 1935)

Gutenberg Bible (Religious Text; 1457)

How Should We Then Live? The Rise and Decline of Western Thought and Culture, by Francis A. Schaeffer (Philosophy Book; 1975)

Luca (Pixar Animated Film; 2024)

Mr. Wonderful (Broadway Musical; 1956)

Much Ado About Nothing (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1940)

Olympus Has Fallen (Film; 2013)

On the Border, by The Eagles (Album; 1974)

Pleased to Meet Cha! (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1935)

Please Please Me by The Beatles (Album; 1963)

Power to the People, by John Lennon (Song; 1971)

The Rules: All You Need Is Cash (TV Rockumentary Special; 1978)

Sing Smokey, by The Temptation (Album; 1965)

Sleepy Time Chimes (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1971)

Spring Breakers (Film; 2013)

Standing Room Only or Bullwinkle Sells Out (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 355; 1965)

Station 19 (TV Series; 2018)

Stealin Aint Honest (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1940)

Symphony No. 1, the Poem of the Forest, by Albert Roussel (Symphony; 1908)

Us (Film; 2019)

Today’s Name Days

Clemens, Elmar, Klemens, Lea (Austria)

Rosen, Rositsa (Bulgaria)

Lea, Leonarda, Oktavijan (Croatia)

Leona (Czech Republic)

Paulus (Denmark)

Viktor, Viktoria (Estonia)

Vihtori, Viktor (Finland)

Léa (France)

Elmar, Lea, Reinhilde (Germany)

Drosos, Drosoula (Greece)

Beáta, Izolda (Hungary)

Benevenuto, Caterina, Lavinia, Lea, Muzio, Onofrio, Nilda, Nilde (Italy)

Dziedra, Giedra, Ralfs, Tamāra (Latvia)

Gedgaudas, Gedgaudė, Kotryna (Lithuania)

Paula, Pauline (Norway)

Bazylissa, Bogusław, Godzisław, Katarzyna, Kazimierz, Paweł (Poland)

Drosida, Vasile (Romania)

Beňadik (Slovakia)

Bienvenido, Lea (Spain)

Kennet, Kent, Viktor (Sweden)

Lea, Leah, Lee, Leigh, Leighton, Parker (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 82 of 2024; 284 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 12 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 6 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ding-Mao), Day 13 (Yi-You)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025)

Hebrew: 12 Adair II 5784

Islamic: 12 Ramadan 1445

J Cal: 22 Green; Oneday [21 of 30]

Julian: 9 March 2024

Moon: 94%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 26 Aristotle (3rd Month) [Clement of Alexandria]

Runic Half Month: Beore (Birch Tree) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 4 of 92)

Week: 3rd Week of March

Zodiac: Aries (Day 2 of 31)

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