#I NEED TO DONE THIS RIGHT NOW AAAAAAH

[ihateitallsomerandomguy]

NOOOO I HAVEN'T EVEN DONE MY CHRISTMAS ART 😭😭😭😭😭

WHY AM I ALWAYS LATE AAAAAAAHHH

[nightwriter357]

Smosh Summer Games:Ships 9

Okay so this story is almost done now.. I'm thinking 1 or 2 more parts after this one. I really hope you like it and feel free to let me know what you want for this story before it's done.

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part 9 - release all of those sounds that are trapped in you mind. AAAAAAH!

Spencer dragged you and Damien upstairs, you couldn't help but notice the growing buzz among your friends. There was something different in the air-something chaotic but familiar. You exchanged a quick look with Damien, silently agreeing that whatever was about to happen, you were in for it.

"The Newlywed Game," Spencer announced like he'd been waiting to say those words all day. This was the final game of this trip. You tried to keep your face neutral, but the idea of playing this game with Damien in front of everyone made your stomach flip. There's no way this was going to go smoothly.

As Spencer gleefully explained that each ship would do the game together accompanied by him, Olivia and their team captain, the lounge buzzed with energy. You tried to stay calm, but your mind was still racing, thinking about Damien. Now that you knew he liked you—and that you liked him—you felt the secret weighing on you. You hadn't had time to talk about it with him yet, and the teasing glances from Courtney and Shayne weren't helping.

As Noah and Keith were called away, you and Damien found yourselves sitting in the lounge with the others. You glanced at him, wondering if he was thinking about the conversation you almost had before you were interrupted.

"Damien," Shayne started, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "So, have you guys talked?"

Damien looked at him, confused but amused. "Uh... We talk all the time," he said, and you could see Courtney grinning as if she knew a punchline was coming.

"oh all the time, huh?" Courtney chimed in, her eyebrows waggling. "Would you say multiple times?"

There was a flicker of something behind Damien's eyes, like he was connecting the dots, but not quite. You shot her a playful glare, knowing exactly what she was insinuating. 

Damien let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Am I missing something here, guys?"

Trevor, who had been silently watching the conversation unfold, suddenly jumped  in. "Oh, Maybe they have a big secret? Like a hidden treasure or a secret love child!"

"Yes, Trevor. They definitely have a secret love child," Arasha said sarcastically, nudging him with her elbow. "Or maybe you're just not paying attention."

You caught Damien's eye, biting your lip to hold back a smile. His confusion was kind of endearing, but the situation was starting to get a bit more complicated than you'd planned. The conversation continued into a lighter topic. Later across the room, Noah and Keith came back quietly laughing about something.

"What's so funny over there?" you asked, curious.

"Munge!" Keith wheezed, causing Shayne to nearly choke on his drink from laughing so hard.

He wiped his mouth, "haha, MUNGE."

"Oh no, not this again," you groaned, catching Tommy's eye. The two of you mouthed, What does that even mean? to each other, completely baffled.

"I'm so confused," Tommy mouthed back.

Noah winked in your direction. "You'll figure it out someday, kids."

Ian joined the conversation, "Kids, kids, settle down," he said mockingly, drawing laughs from the group. "We need some decorum here."

"Right. Decorum," Amanda added with a sly smile. "As if that ever worked."

Chanse rolled his eyes, turning to Tommy. "I swear, I can't take you guys anywhere."

Angela, who had been drumming her fingers on the table energetically, threw him a grin. "We're on a ship, Chanse, nowhere to go even if you tried."

Chanse pursed his lips, "Bitch, I could still throw you overboard."

Angela waved her hands around, "hey HEY, shut up!"

The group's laughter bubbled up again, and as you leaned back in your seat, you realized how much you enjoyed these moments of chaotic calm. It was easy to get lost in the banter, it almost made you forget about the secret you were dying to share with Damien.. almost.

Suddenly, Olivia popped her head back into the lounge. "Trevor and Arasha, you're up!"

Trevor hopped out of his seat like an eager puppy. "Wish me luck, guys!"

"Don't cheat, Arasha!" Ian called out as Arasha got up to leave.

"Cheat? I would never," Arasha replied, her tone dripping with mock innocence as she walked out, leaving everyone laughing behind her.

You were sat there on the couch watching each ship go in for their turn. It didn't seem like the right time to steal Damien away, not until you had your turn. A part of you enjoyed this moment though, seeing him give you that look and actually knowing what it meant. He likes me.

After every other ship had had their turn it was finally time for you and Damien. Olivia called you, Damien and Ian in and you were met by the beautiful view that is Spencer Agnew in his perfectly altered robe.

Spencer dramatically gestured to the small whiteboards set up in front of you and Damien and explained the rules: each of you would write down answers on your whiteboards to a series of questions about the other person. The goal? To see if your answers matched. If they did, you'd earn points, and, of course, make the current score 3-2 to team leg-peggers . "Alright, time to see how well you really know each other. Write your answers down, and we'll see if they match."

You and Damien exchanged a quick look, both of you holding back a grin. You could feel the playful tension in the air, the room buzzing with everyone's eyes on you two.

"First question," Spencer started, his voice taking on the tone of a dramatic game show host, "what was Y/N wearing when you two first hung out?"

You scribbled your answer on the whiteboard-easy, he talked about it recently. Damien would remember for sure.

Damien smiled and paused for a second before confidently writing and flipping the board, "A daisy dress."

You turned your whiteboard around, revealing your answer. Ian clapped his hands together and Spencer exclaimed, "Correct! They know each other quite well folks!"

Olivia chimed in, "Daisies are like, the flower?" She looked off into space, seemingly pondering her own thought.

Ian raised an eyebrow. "Uh... okay, Olivia. Let's move on." He turned to you and Damien with an approving nod. "Great start, though."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth from Damien's casual confidence.

Spencer didn't waste any time moving forward. "Next question! Where's the wildest place Damien has hooked up?"

You and Damien both paused, your eyes widening slightly as you scribbled your answer on the board. You could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You knew what he was going to say.

Damien looked around the room, then back at you, smirking. "On a ship."

The room went silent for a beat before everyone erupted in laughter.

"Wait, you mean like this ship?" Ian asked, looking shocked.

You turned your board around, confirming his answer. "Ship."

Spencer shook his head in disbelief. "Bold choice. So have you ever been on a ship before or does that mean.."

Olivia gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "Oh my god, like, what if it was right where we're sitting now? Like... in the exact same spot!" She jumped up from her chair and dramatically scanned the floor. "What if he's doing it RIGHT now!"

Damien laughed. "Not this exact spot and obviously not in this exact moment."

Spencer, always in character, banged the hammer on the table. "Alright, alright, let's keep it PG, folks. Moving on!"

Olivia shot him a look, "well you asked the question dude!"

You tried to compose yourself as Spencer introduced the next question. "What's an annoying habit Y/N has?"

Damien was quick this time, writing his answer on the board and flashing you a cheeky grin, you rolled your eyes playfully, knowing exactly what he was going to say. "Holding everything with both hands."

You narrowed your eyes at him, remembering how he'd pointed that out a few days ago. You turned your board around, showing that he was right.

"Cute," Ian commented. "It's not annoying if it's adorable, though."

Olivia tilted her head, thoughtfully stroking her chin. "Does that mean you also use both feet for holding?"

Damien blinked at her. "Liv... what?"

Spencer waved his hand. "Ignore her, she's to far gone."

"Next question!" Spencer moved forward, clearly enjoying this. "What food can Damien not live without?"

You grinned, writing your answer quickly. This one was easy.

"Shellfish," Damien answered with confidence.

You turned your board, and Spencer clapped his hands together. "Correct again! These two are on fire!"

You interacted with the camera, "Guys, did you know Damien is a Shellfish guy?"

Damien smirked and leaned back in his chair. "That's right, shrimp girl."

Everyone burst into laughter remembering the put it in my mouth video you recorded recently, and you shook your head, grinning.

Ian chuckled. "Shrimp girl and shellfish guy are truly rocking the boat"

Spencer was barely keeping it together. "Okay, okay! Let's wrap this up before I lose control of the show. Last question-what's one word Damien would use to describe Y/N?"

You scribbled your answer quickly, knowing exactly what he would say. Damien seemed to have the same thing mind.

"One word?" Damien repeated, glancing at you before confidently saying, "Lover."

The room immediately filled with playful "oooohs" and laughter.

Ian shook his head. "Well I feel like we all knew that one."

Damien just chuckled, turning to you as you revealed your whiteboard with the same word. Of course we matched.

Spencer adressed the camera, "Looks like these lovers just got a perfect score."

He leaned in, his voice soft and teasing, "Told you we know each other well."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you smiled at him. Maybe we really do.

Spencer then glanced at Olivia and Ian. "Alright, let's bring everyone back in!" Olivia nodded and headed out the door, her voice echoing through the hall as she called for the others to join you.

Moments later, the door swung open and the rest of the crew streamed in, laughing and chatting. Anthony led the way, Trevor and Amanda not far behind, while Noah caught up with Keith, both of them holding plates of snacks.

Shayne chuckled from the back of the room, shaking his head. "haha, MUNGE."

Courtney smiled at him and raised her eyebrow, "You know, nobody even said it this time?"

He raised his shoulders, before laughing again "I know but, you know MUNGE"

She shook her head before lauging along.

 "What'd we miss?" Anthony asked, eyes bouncing between you and Damien.

Spencer smirked, twirling his marker, letting everyone take their seats before writing the final score on the whiteboard: "And the winners are... Team leg-peggers!"

The room erupted in cheers, laughter, and playful jabs. Spencer raised his hands for silence, a wide grin on his face. "But wait! This isn’t just a victory for today—this makes you the winning team of the entire Smosh Summer Games: Ships!"

The crowd went wild, high-fives and hugs exchanged, while the Leg-Peggers basked in their well-deserved glory.

Ian stood up, pumping his fist in victory. "That's right, baby! Leg-peggers all the way!"

Anthony clutched his chest dramatically, pretending to collapse onto the couch. "This isn't over, Leg-peggers! The Seamen will rise again!"

The room was filled with laughter as the finality of the game set in. After the joking and banter settled down, everyone drifted toward dinner. The cast crowded around the long table, plates piled high with food. Conversations buzzed in every corner, but your thoughts kept drifting to Damien, who sat beside you.

He caught your gaze several times, a smile tugging at his lips as he leaned in closer. "You know I'm still really curius about that conversation we almost had?"

You nodded, but your heart was pounding. Now's the moment, you thought. You couldn't wait any longer. Not when everything felt so right, and you knew exactly how you felt about him.

You leaned over, your voice just above a whisper, "Hey, can we talk? Alone?"

Damien's expression shifted from curious to serious, sensing the weight behind your words. "absolutely," he said softly, standing up and motioning for you to follow.

You both quietly excused yourselves, slipping out of the noisy dining area and down the stairs. It was quiet down here, you could only heat the sound of the waves gently crashing against the boat. Outside your shared room, you paused, taking a deep breath before turning to face Damien.

His gaze was gentle, full of concern and curiosity but with a slight smile on his face. "So, what's going on?"

You took a deep breath, heart pounding in your chest. "We've had a lot of fun together, right? And I kept telling myself it was just... because we were here, you know? Circumstances, sharing a bed, all that. But... I don't think that's true anymore."

Damien's brow furrowed slightly, but he stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue.

"I thought I could keep pretending it didn't mean anything. But it does. I like you, Damien. Not just because we're here or because we've gotten close, but because it's you. I like the stupid conversations we have. I like sneaking off with you. I like how you make me feel safe and... just everything. I want to tell you all the things we haven't said yet.. I think I'm in love with you."

The words tumbled out all at once, and the moment they did, you felt the weight lift off your chest. You looked up at Damien, your eyes searching his for a response.

Damien blinked, as if trying to process your words. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, and he let out another soft laugh, this one full of disbelief. "Wow. I mean, I didn't think... I—wow."

"Didn't think what?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper now.

He blinked, a soft, surprised laugh escaping his lips. "Wow. I mean... wow. I—God, I didn't think you'd feel the same." He ran a hand through his hair, still smiling in disbelief. "I've been in love with you for so long, and I was terrified to say it. I thought you just saw this as a fling."

He took a step closer, his hands reaching for yours. Your heart swelled with relief  "Really?", even though you already knew, part of you felt suprised.

Damien nodded, his thumbs brushing gently against your knuckles. "Absolutely, how could I not be!" he exclaimed, laughing again. "Wow, we've really done everything backwards! We slept in the same bed before we even kissed. We called each other 'lover' before we even had sex. And we've been doing all this.. feeling all this, without even going on a date?"

You couldn't help but laugh with him. "Yeah, we kind of skipped some steps, huh?"

Damien chuckled softly, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you closer. "So... do you want to?"

"Want to what?" you asked, your voice a whisper now.

"To go on a date," he murmured, his eyes soft but serious.

You felt your heart race, grinning as the tension eased. "Can you imagine if I said no?"

As you stood close, the air between you felt charged, electric with unspoken words and lingering glances. Damien's gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, his breath hitching slightly. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, and your heart raced in anticipation.

He moved in, the world around you fading away. Just before your lips brushed, the weight of the moment settled in.

"Is it weird that I'm kind of nervous to kiss you?" you blurted out, breaking the tension but only adding to it.

Damien's lips curled into a playful smile, eyes glinting with mischief. "Yes, you're super weird."

As you both leaned in, the distance evaporated, and your heart raced in time with his. The moment felt suspended in time, as if the world outside didn't exist. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, exploring the new uncharted territory of this connection. 

You melted into the kiss, the intensity building as Damien deepened it, his hands cradling your face, thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. It felt like everything clicked into place—his warmth enveloping you, a perfect harmony of desire and tenderness. The kiss was both electric and soft, igniting a fire that spread through you, making everything else fade into the background.

"Whoa, whoa! What do we have here?" Spencer chimed in, leaning against the doorframe, a teasing grin plastered on his face in that ridiculous cropped judge's robe.

Just as you and Damien were fumbling to explain yourselves, Spencer held up a hand with a smirk. "Hey, hey, I'm not one to judge."

You and Damien exchanged awkward glances, both of you clearly caught off guard.

You groaned, feeling your face heat up as you nudged Damien's arm. "This really isn't how we wanted anyone to find out..."

"Oh, this isn't how I found out," Spencer said nonchalantly, leaning against the wall.

Both you and Damien blinked in confusion. "Then... how?"

Spencer's grin widened. "Oh, by the way, when the red light is on, it means the camera is recording."

You froze. Damien's eyes widened.

"Wait, does that mean—?"

Spencer gave a casual shrug, his grin never fading. "Hey no judgement here, even though I know you already took it to Court."

As he started heading up the stairs, you both averted your eyes quickly, avoiding a full view of the "Spencer Ag-nude Show."

"What does he mean "took it to court?"," Damien muttered under his breath.

You let out a small laugh, "I might have told Courtney.." you put your hand on his shoulder, "and Shayne knows, Spencer too. I'm pretty sure Arasha knows as well, maybe Ian. Oh god, tomorrow's gonna be..

Damien's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. "Tomorrow," he echoed, his voice low, full of warmth.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his softly, savoring the moment as the world outside faded away again.

[howlingday]

AU idea jaune the street fighter.

Combining elements from street fighter 6 as jaune becomes a well known fighter on the streets. He's no hero or villain. He just doesn't want to be bored.

Jaune: "well now...let's see if you care do something about my boredom..."

You have... NO IDEA how much I've wanted to do something like this. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to finally bring this AU I've had in mind to life. I just wasn't sure how to start it off, so... I'll go for a three-fer on this one. Three short bits to start off this story I've had in my brain for what feels like YEARS. And once again, thank you, for giving me the chance to create... My Bare Knuckle Arc.

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"Again!" Jaune came charging across the yard, sprinting as hard as he could, before leaping and kicking the strike pad in his father's hands. As he landed, the pad came back in kind. "Don't slow down!"

Jaune, however, was caught off guard by the sudden rush and fell to on his back. Knowing better than to be stuck to the ground, he clapped his hands against the dirt and rolled to his feet. The pad came swinging at him too fast for him to dodge, so he held his fist up to guard his face.

But it wasn't good enough and his fist crashed into his face, bringing a stinging pain to his eye and nose. Another pad came for the other side of his head, so he brought his fist up proper this time. Learning his lesson, the impact was much less than stunning than the one before.

"Block!"

The pads retreated and a leg curled in front of him. Jaune swung his arm down to block, but it was easily batted away before his chest was struck by the heel of his father's foot. He stumbled back, grunting through the pain, bringing his hands up to block any more blows.

"Jaune!"

In a blink, the match was over, and not just because Mom called his name. No, his father's massive foot close enough to his face that he could smell it, and it was only by the grace of his mother that it didn't bash his face in today. When the foot came down, he looked to her on the porch.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"It's from Beacon!"

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Jaune still couldn't believe it. He was here in Vale, waiting for the bullhead to Beacon Academy, one of the four huntsmen academies, all of which were deemed the most prestigious schools in the four kingdoms, and he was so... so...

"Aaaaaah~!" He yawned.

Because he was so bored! I mean, he was excited, too, but there wasn't anything to do in between waiting for the bullhead and actually getting on the bullhead. The gym was closed, so he couldn't work out, and the comic book shop was closed, so he couldn't read anything other than his mom's "Special Little Guy" book in case he got homesick. Not in public, anyways.

Suddenly, he heard a crash coming from inside a dark building. Judging by the pulsing lights, the thrumming music, and the open door, it looked like a night club. Nobody was standing at the door, and his curiosity got the better of him. He peered inside and he couldn't believe what he saw.

There was a fight going on! A real-life bar brawl, just like in his dad's stories! Setting his bag down, he got closer to the scene.

Okay, what was it he was supposed to do? He wanted to get in on the action, but he'd only really done one on one at home. The girl in the center of the dance floor was taking on two other girls at once! Should he wait his turn, or should he help her out?

Well, time to try out the old tried and true.

"Hey, uh, you need any hel-"

Jaune's vision blurred as he was sent into the guard rails. He felt his body slump with an arm hanging over the metal bar. Heck of a sucker punch on the blonde girl, and those two other girls weren't anywhere to be found either. Guess he was supposed to wait for his turn, right? Well now it was his turn.

"What, you still want some?" She asked, snarling with red eyes. She must have hit him really hard because he was still tearing up. Why else was her hair glowing? "I've got enough in me to put you down, too!"

Jaune didn't say anything this time. He learned a long time ago that running your mouth was an invite to running the other person's hands. He put his fists up and approached in a boxer's stance. She put her fists, letting one loose to flip the "C'mere!" at him. He wasn't falling for it. Not this time

She tossed a jab at him, testing the waters. She tapped his knuckles. He flared his nostrils. Tap. Tap. Tap.

She swung with a hook, Jaune moved in and drove an uppercut into her ribs. She backed up a bit, grunting, before she came back with a yell and another hook. Jaune kept his guard up and stepped in again, this time driving a cross into her face. She stumbled a bit, blinking at the face-shot. He was doing pretty good. Not bad for his first-

Was she getting brighter?

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Jaune was in hell. He died at that bar fight last night, and he was now in hell. How else would you explain his aching body, his stomach turning, and the mocking chatter around him? The only comfort he had was his bag/pillow under his head. That, and his memory of last night's fight.

Though that last bit was only made all the more awkward by the fact that same girl was standing across from him. His saving grace was her standing with a bunch of people standing between them. Well, that and the smaller girl in her arms. He heard the fighter calling the smaller girl "Sis" which made him a little happy that she had family on the bullhead with her. Kinda made him homesick.

He didn't pull out the book, though. Too many witnesses.

"Hello, and welcome to Beacon." He looked up to see a woman speaking on the screen. "My name is Glynda Goodwitch." Suddenly, there was turbulence and whatever was said next didn't matter to Jaune. He needed a bathroom or a trashcan NOW! He bolted for the front of the bullhead, beating on the bathroom door.

No good, AND he was getting worse! He bolted for the back, the woman on the screen now gone and leaving only the beautiful view of the waters below. He didn't have time to admire the view because he was about to ruin everyone's day all over the floor of the bullhead.

How were both bullhead bathrooms occupied right now?! The statistics will show that Jaune didn't have to consider the odds. He was gonna hurl in three... two...

The bullhead door opened and Jaune bowled over everyone in his way as he rushed out. The nearest trashcan by the door, thank god, was his target. He spilled his guts into the can, making people groan and retch as they passed. So much for good first day.

Wiping his chin, he walked back into the bullhead, hell itself, and grabbed his bag. Thankfully, nobody took it while he left to... relieve himself. Which was good. Stepping out to Beacon, empty belly and sure of himself, he took in the sight of what must have been straight from a fairy tale! Tall, towering, er, towers... towered over- There were towers, okay?

Oh, and students were already walking around with weapons, too! Guess they started handing them out now. Okay, he just had to find out where the armory or the forge or whatever was making their weapons was and he could get started on building his weapons!

Oh wow, they really got some pretty neat weapons, huh? I mean, that kid has a collapsible staff, and she has a fire sword, too! Then he saw one girl whip out her scythe in the middle of the street! And nobody is batting an eye! Okay, time to ask somebody.

"Uh, excuse me?"

"Uh, yeah?" A bald guy replied, a bow strapped to his back.

"Where did you get your weapon?"

"I, uh, built it myself back at Sanctum." He replied. He then looked Jaune up and down and around, then pointing at Jaune's bag. "Is your weapon in your bag?"

"Huh?" He looked down. "Uh, no, that's just my bag. Wait, hang on, where do I get my weapon?"

"You should have had it since you got here." He then checks his watch. "Oh, shish-kabob! I gotta go, but, uh, I'd ask a professor whenever you can!"

He then ran off, leaving Jaune alone. In the street. With his bag. And nothing else. It was at this moment that Jaune knew... he done goofed.

"Fu-"

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

Season 1 episode 7 [The Thing Lay Still] - part 2/3

- AAAAAAH IT'S THE DANCE SCENE EXCUSE ME I'M NOT READY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

[Louis] "So much would be written about that grim night in New Orleans, but not a single mention of our last hour at Latrobe's, as if the only crime unfit to print took place on that dance floor." - and what do we say to homophobia, both "period-typical" and current? FUCK OFF.

It's the way they cannot… Aaah, need to say it in French, sorry. Use your translation tool. Ils ne peuvent pas se quitter des yeux un seul moment, même pas quand leurs pas de danse les forcent à se tourner le dos, Louis fermant les yeux jusqu'à ce qu'il soit de nouveau face à Lestat, ou qu'ils doivent se tenir l'un à côté de l'autre, leurs regards irrémédiablement attirés l'un par l'autre, comme deux aimants, magnétiques et plus fort que tout.

[Louis] "It was my sole duty to distract Lestat, but in his mirrored eyes, the distraction reflected back onto me. And in the dead center of the whispering gallery, I lost the thread to my plotting and fell once more into the well with no bottom. I was his, and he was mine."

I haven't said a word about Jacob's voice acting yet. But the way Louis' voice is so soft and slow. As if Louis is lost in his memories and back there, feeling all the love and the frenzy of that night, but also the pain and grief of the long decades since.

- Oof, I'm barely midway through the episode. I'm pausing it so much to not miss a single line that my player is starting to complain.

- "'Claudia, born 1903, I drank the water in 1917. I'm 36 years old.' 'Louis de Pointe du Lac. Born in 1878.i drank of the water in 1910. I am 61 years old now.' 'Lestat de Lioncourt, born 1760. I drank the waters in 1794. 180 years old… this coming November.'"

Ooooh, canon divergence! Not Louis and Claudia, them, we know, but Lestat. Born 1760 but turned in 1780 at 20 years old in the book. Interesting! I wonder why that change. There's another element given in s2, when Armand's writing his little Lesmand fanfic, but otherwise I guess s3 will give us an answer to why that tiny time change.

Meanwhile Tom fucking Anderson continues to be a nuisance.

- FINALLY. BYE TOM.

Love the music. Love the blood. Love the violence. Love the magnificent entrance of the three, in white and red. Vampires are freaking cool and the werewolf crowd can bite my a… Ahem, sorry, werewolf buddies. I got carried away.

- Aaaand goddamn Antoinette about to make her entrance. Aaaargh. But also I am very bi and she is very hot so I can't entirely hate her.

- [Lestat]"'Quite drunk this one. Rosemary… And something else. What is it, my love?' [Louis] 'I… I think it's gin.' [Lestat] 'I wasn't talking to you.'"

Bitch how dare you call someone else your love right in front of Louis, I'm offended.

Oh, wait, actually I can perfectly hate Antoinette, GET YOUR HANDS OFF CLAUDIA.

- [Claudia] "'Lestat… You must think me an idiot. 'She was at the ball tonight.' Not just the ball. You shoulda let that train go, Uncle Les.' [Lestat] 'How? Who?' [Claudia] 'He who called you him… Always the petty lights with you, Uncle Les.'"

Ah, I knew I hated Tom Anderson for more than his slimy, racist, homophobic ways. Nice planning, Claudia!

- Ooh, oh, no, baby, not the cane sword, no no no no. I hate (not) when the foreshadowing comes full circle.

- [Lestat] "Louis! We are joined by a cord, by a cord that you cannot see, but it is real. It is real. I have loved you… with all myself. I'm happy it was you… here with me… à la fin."

*cries*

No but can you imagine Lestat's anguish, the pure suffering and desperation he must have felt? Yes, yes, I know he's done plenty of wrongs, he's hurt Louis and Claudia a lot, he made mistakes after mistakes, he was prone to anger and abuse and violence.

But à la fin he's still a little boy who was neglected by his mother, abused by his father, hated by his first love, kidnapped and raped by his maker, hurt and threatened by the first vampires he's met, and was so lonely, afraid and hurt he didn't know how to love honestly even though he was deeply in love.

"Are we the sum of our worst moments", can we not feel pity and sadness for the monster in the woods? Can we not show kindness to the monster even after he's slapped our hand away, isn't kindness what could make the monster accept the hand?

I wrote a thesis about kindness being the true core of the story of Beauty and the Beast last year, about how it's true kindness and not love that Beast relearns how to be human and builds the self-esteem and self-respect needed to truly fall in love with Belle and have her fall in love with him in turn (there's more to my thesis, it's a 100 pages long, but that's the main point I wanted to make), and I can't help but draw parallels with Lestat.

Beauty and the Beast is French and it was first written in 1740, then rewritten and condensed (from 125 pages to barely 30) in 1756. Lestat definitely must have heard the tale, by the 1770s, 1780s, it was quite popular both in noble salons as in lowlier classes.

Do you think he ever fancied himself the Beast, and saw Louis as his Beauty? Do you think he ever thought he was cursed - despite claiming he never saw his condition as a vampire as a curse - and saw Louis as his salvation? Do you think he felt the fairy tale shatter irreparably around him when he realised that this time he could not keep Louis with him? Do you think in 1945 at the trial he saw himself as the Beast freed from his curse finally, heard and avenged, only to then realise that the curse was still there and stronger than ever because he had deeply misunderstood it? Do you think he spent 77 years living off rats in a dilapidated shack in the city that held his heart because his story went from Beauty and the Beast to the Ice Queen, or Koschei the Deathless, heartless and waiting for the one person that could unfroze or unbury his heart?

Ooooh, Lestat versus folktales. I think I can write a whole other thesis with just that idea. Or maybe a series of fics. Too many thoughts.

- [Louis] "The blood poured out of him as it might never pour from a human being… all the blood he had filled himself with. He lay now on his back, his eyes staring wildly at the ceiling, the irises dancing from side to side."

[Louis] "His irises rolled to the top of his head, the white went dim. This horror that had been Lestat… I stared helplessly at it. The thing lay still. There was no point in lingering."

No comment, just… Can you hear in Louis' voice the anguish, still, after so many decades…

- Huh. Bye Antoinette for real I guess, fire doesn't forgive. So no Antoinette at the Court.

- [Louis] "It was as if we'd expected Lestat to disappear in a puff of smoke or get sucked back into hell." - no but see, that's what I'm saying, the fairy tale ended and now you're left facing the very real consequences of the plot you thought you were living. Lestat ain't no fairy tale monster, just a regular (albeit vampiric) one, flesh and blood at the end. This ain't Buffy. Vampires are flesh here, animated flesh and when you kill them by any other means than fire or the sun, you are still left with the painfully visible reminder of the man that was the monster.

[I really like this part because I hadn't thought of the whole Lestat/folktale before and now I'm having a million of ideas knocking around my head.]

ep1 | ep2 | ep3 | ep4 | ep5 | ep6 | part 1 | part 3

[jojoseames]

How did you come up with the story of The Makeshift Man? Also, Elvis is one of my favorite buns of all time right next to Fiver from Watership Down. Did Watership Down have any influence on the creation of Elvis?

Aaaaaah, you've made my day!

So, I'd started doing webcomics when I was in high school. And like most teens just starting out in the artform, I wasn't sure what kind of a cartoonist I really was, or rather, what kind of cartoonist I wanted to be. I was doing this long-form black-and-white screwball romantic comedy thing, right? And after a few years, I just hated it. I didn't like working in black and white for that project when I was thinking of all the scenes in full color. I didn't like character designs that I now had to just live with. I didn't like how tired the tropes I was playing with felt. I just hated working on it, and kept not drawing my comic because I'd discovered a love of painting, and kept just wanting to do that instead.

So, after wrestling for a long while with the guilt of disappointing the few very kind readers I had, I gave myself permission to abandon that book. And start a new project.

This new comic was one I was going to design from the ground up with all my own preferences at the forefront. I was going to do it in color, and I was going to paint it in watercolor because it turns out that that's my favorite medium to work in. I wanted to do something supernatural, and something that was maybe a noir, maybe a western. Something moody, in contrast to the screwball comedy I'd been doing for so long.

My only goal was to do a short story, a single issue. And if I liked it, I could then do a follow-up. I hit on the notion that if I ended up liking it enough to do multiple issues, then I could do it as a series of short stories. That would give me the freedom to do the series for as long as I wanted to, or I could wrap it up and conclude it fairly easily at any point.

So I developed from there. I was going to do a series of stories about a nameless stranger who rolls into town in different places. That would mean every issue could be in a different location, with a different color palette, and I could change genres every issue as well, to keep myself from getting bored. I made the character immortal, too, which served the double purpose of letting me do stories in different time periods as well as locations, and would let me just absolutely put this guy through the wringer. (My love of Deadpool comics was part of my inspiration for this latter point.) This is all to make it as fun and interesting for myself as possible. Letting this project be really self-indulgent.

I gave myself really only two limitations:

No cartoon devices. No speed lines, no impact bursts, no stars or birdies circling the head after an injury. All dynamism would have to be achieved through basic positioning. Every panel would have to be like a photograph. (Inspiration for this technique came from Dave Gibbons' work on "Watchmen".) This was done to give the book a subliminal sense that it's in a grounded, realistic world, so that when weird things started happening, they would feel more like they stood out as unnatural and surprising within the context of the story.

No ghost stories. If my main character is immortal, then I wanna make him wrestle with that, in a way that death is not portrayed as a different form of being present in the world, but exists as a full removal of a person from the world, and that that is a thing that eludes my protagonist.

So, yeah, the project came about. And I designed a main character who I would personally never get tired of drawing.

I discovered after the first issue that I didn't like giving him an internal monologue in caption boxes, though. And that I'd prefer a storytelling format where exposition is delivered through dialogue and environment. I needed my guy to have someone to talk to. I needed a Robin to his Batman. So I decided to give him a sidekick who would exist in contrast to him, all chipper, friendly outgoingness and soft shapes in relief to his sullen introversion and sharp edges.

And I love bunnies. They're my favorite animal. I had several pet rabbits when I was a child, and I love them so. Elvis is based especially on my childhood pet, Patch, who was a tiny little cross-breed Netherland dwarf and Dutch rabbit with a feisty personality. So this is another character I'd never get tired of drawing.

Hence, Elvis.

And yes, Richard Adams' "Watership Down" was absolutely an influence! It's one of my all-time favorite books, and I've never counted, but it's certainly the single novel I've read the most times. The idea that there are all these different societies in the world that coexist, each with their unique perspectives, priorities, histories, and senses of logic...That's very much a theme I'm going for in my own book, and a lot of that concept was sparked by "Watership Down".

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Brazil 2019

-No quali, so here we are

-First time watching a 2019 race

-Extremely uneasy about witnessing Kimi in something other than red

-But excited about the 2019 rookies! (And Carlos in McLaren)

-Max pole?! Let’s go!

-(I forgot Alex was in Red Bull 🫣)

-Carlos Sainz p20?!

-This is Max’ 2nd pole ever!

-“It’s Verstappen, Hamilton, Vettel”!

-“This is Charles Leclerc and Daniel Ricciardo! And now he’s gone past Lando Norris as well!”

-That move on Stroll from Carlos?!

-Charles is on fire here!

-“He is very much the favorite of those in red” And in his first year

-Lando dropped down to p20? Did he and Carlos somehow exchange places?! How the hell did that happen?!

-Charles and Kimi?!

-This race has definitely just been about Charles so far

-Ohmygod the timing screen glitched. Lando’s p11

-Ah contact between Daniel and Kevin :/

-“Well they’re neighbors in the pit lane, so I can see the mechanics in the Haas garage shooting evils at Daniel Ricciardo” Haha

-With the race he’s running, I need Charles to make it to the podium

-Seeing Daniel in p20 is harrowing (it’s giving his last few days at VCarb, I don’t like it)

-And he got a 5s time penalty

-Aah Mercedes undercut???

-Oh bloody hell that pit stop from Red Bull was so good!!

-What the hellll was that Williams doing?!?

-Oh wow Max and Lewis double overtake on Charles

-Aaaah Max has done it!!!

-I’m so proud!!!

-“Feels a bit no man’s land for Ferrari” what are you talking about Charles just went from p14 to p4

-How have they not put in radio subtitles yet?

-Lando and Carlos making it to p7 and p8

-“It’s very hard to keep up with him man” Lewis?

-“Yeah, I think we got the wrong tire” Oh?

-“Well what are we waiting for? We’re not getting any close!” Lewis basically driving and strategizing all by himself

-This Red Bull pit crew is insanely good

-“Leclerc doesn’t make it any easier for him”

Charles defense masterclass!!

-If Sebastian somehow wins this race after all the strategies from Red Bull and Mercedes, that would be hilarious

-I am actually so so impressed by Charles defending from Valterri right now

-“By the way, Carlos Sainz up to p10 from back of the grid”

-Oh no Valterri out of the race

-Safety car?

-No, yellow flag.

-Oh never mind, full safety car

-“Box, box, opposite to Verstappen” and the pit stop games are back

-Every other team pitting as well

-Charles got newer tires. I really need him on the podium now

-“The safety car needs to speed up man” Has there been a safety car race where this has not been said?

-Aaaaaah any time Lewis and Max go wheel to wheel, I just have to hold my breath and watch cause I know it’s going to be good

-Also Alex p3!!!

-“the youngster in his rookie season, never been on the podium before, finds himself in third place” (oh please let him make podium)

-Carlos p7!

-Daniel back in the points!!

-“You just can’t get too much of Hamilton versus Verstappen can you” you really can’t

-Oh wow really thought Sebastian would get past there!

-“Albon, it’s really his first time up with the big boys and he’s handling it well”

-Let’s go Charles!!!

-Aaah the Ferrari’s are fightingggg!

-Oh no!

-Oh no! They both hit each other!! Ohmygodd

-Both of them cursing each other out?

-Another safety car??

-Maybe Lewis will get new tires now

-He’s come out p4! What? Why was that a good idea?!

-Is this going to be a Red Bull 1-2?!?

-Where is this race going??

-“That reminded me of Vettel and Webber at Turkey” They’ll never let go of those two teammates

-“I do think Mercedes have pitted Lewis Hamilton off the podium” like why??

-If the race ends like this, Max, Alex and Pierre will be on the podium- which is extremely crazy, especially for Pierre

-Aah Lewis got back, I shouldn’t have doubted him

-Oh come on!! That’s such bad luck for Alex!! Lewis whyyyy!? He was p2!!!

-Woah Pierre’s p2 now?! Where did he slip in from?!

-I’m actually so sad about Alex right now! That’s so disappointing!

-“The Brazilian Grand Prix goes to Max Verstappen!”

-“Gasly comes home to take second place! His first podium in Formula 1”

-I mean that is some great karma there for real (for the team obviously, not for Alex)

-“It’s the best finish for Toro Rosso since Sebastian Vettel won” Like insane levels of karma

-“Absolutely bossed it! Well done Max!” “Haha! We did it as a team guys” They’re so family coded your honor

-Aaaah Pierre on the radio!!! Aaah I’m cryingggg!!

-(I’m still extremely sad for Alex)

-Max running to his team>>>>

-So so happy for Pierre 😭😭

-Pierre really looks so young here. Him just taking everything in>>

-“I massively apologize to Albon” :((

-“I was praying for that Honda engine to give me everything” 😭😭

-All three of them talking so animatedly to each other

-I’m not getting over this podium anytime soon 😭😭

(Had to look up if Lewis did end up getting a penalty for his move on Alex. He did. Went down to p7)

[cherrys-writings]

Rookie Mistake

This one is a little short, but it’s the calm before the coming drama fest 

Sleeping is one of the few times that Grayson isn’t scowling. Flat on his stomach, arms resting under his pillow I press a kiss to his shoulder and lay my head back down, his relaxing heartbeat and steady breathing lure me back towards sleep.  

“We interrupt your regularly scheduled musical selection with an important announcement. Never wage a practical joke war against an M.I.T graduate because we have a history of going nuclear. Now sit back, relax, and enjoy the dulcet sounds of me screaming in your ear. AAAAAAH”

Olive’s ringtone plays two more times before it stops. The phone pings with a notification before the ringtone starts anew.

“Are you going to answer that,” his voice gravely from sleep. 

“No,” I say, wrapping my arms tighter around him, “she’ll give up if I don’t answer.” I was painfully wrong; offensive volume allowing for easy location. “What,” I rub sleep from my eyes.

“You forgot I was coming over this morning didn’t you?” A door closes in the background, “you’re lucky there’s still time before class starts. Then you can tell me all about the night you spent with Grayson.”

“Just because I’m not home doesn’t mean that I’m with Grayson.” I hang up before she can say something snarky and scramble to get dressed. Pulling on a henley from Grayson’s dresser, I stop for a quick kiss.

“Some morning after,” he pouts, wrapping the blankets around himself.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

********

Olive is sitting on the livingroom floor playing with Willa when I walk in. She takes one look at me and grins, “how was it?” I roll my eyes at her, retrieving my laptop from the office and set up my spot across from her on the kitchen table. Olive has a pot of coffee waiting and stares expectantly at me when I turn around. 

“I’ve watched you two dance around each other forever. You need to tell me everything,” she’s slumped in a chair, one foot resting on the seat of another. I keep my eyes focused on the coffee in my mug and try not to smile too much, the memory sending shivers through me. Olive’s jaw drops, “you better start talking right now or I’m taking the cat home with me.” 

I sit down, “Yes, I wish we had done this sooner. No, we aren’t together. Exactly.” 

“He likes being called sir doesn’t he?” she wiggles her eyebrows.

“We have work to do.”

“If he hurts you even a little, I’ll end him.” 

Laughing, I show her the finger shaped bruises on my waist. She gasps and reaches out to touch one, “any interest in sharing?”

I smack her hand away, “No Olive, I will not share him,” making dramatic finger quotes in the air, “Besides, Grayson needs to feel close with someone before he wants them that way, you know this.” Only when she pouts do I give and recount the details of the previous evening’s events. 

A familiar voice cuts through our conversation, “Olive, your mic is on. We can hear everything.”

I work through class in a haze, trying not to let my embarrassment show. I doubt anyone will do anything, but Grayson doesn’t need to deal with anything else right now.

Grayson: They’ve sent EIGHT letters to her. What kind of person ignores that many letters?

Me: It probably seems like one of those email scams. Maybe you can ask the lawyers to go in person.

Grayson: I’m taking care of it.

[beybaldes]

Eddie Roundtree x Actress!Reader social media au !!

djats masterlist

@yn

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yn well done I'm proud of you flowers >>>> 💐💐

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| yn you put up a hard bargain livy but no I'm sorry

| welchwelchwelchwelch 🥲

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| ynupdatesoffical new cast????? I recognise some of them but not from one cast together

ynfan17 SHE BOOKED SHE BOOKED SHE BOOKED DIDNT SHE

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karenkaren so proud of you my love <33

howdidwegethere BRO EVEN SADIE SINK IS IN THESE COMMENTS??????

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yn a year on from my 'proud of you flowers' and now I'm getting 'that's a wrap!' flowers !!! can't wait for you all to see fear street 1994, 1974 and 1666 all out on Netflix Friday 1 August !!!

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camillaslife11 so so proud of you Angel <33

| yn I love you mama 🥲

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| yn stop I love you so much sweet boy

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| ted_sutherland I remember when she was just a newborn and stumbling around set 🥲

| sadiesink where'd all the time go 🥲

| yn guys I'm not dead wtf

allaboutyn everyone being so supportive of her in making me tear up i love all their friendships

thebetterdunne me and karenkaren have been waiting to see this so bad you don't even know

| karenkaren movie night!!!!!

honeycombyn hottest cast on planet earth don't even @ me

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fearstreetnetflix fear street 1994, 1974 and 1666 are out now!!! here are some of our favourite bts moments of everyone's favourite couple #daimon

tagged : yn and fredhechinger

fearedstreet Simon and Daisy are the cutest couple everrrrr :((

sadiesink this is my joker !

| ted_sutherland I don’t think you used that right…

| sadiesink no I did :)

| ted_sutherland what does this mean???

ynandeddie420 her and Eddie are cuter

| ynfan17 babe it’s for a movie chill tf out

| eddiefuckingroundtree clearly just an excuse to cheat on him

| camillaslife11 in what fucking world ??????? are you stupid ??????

yn freddie is the worst at Mario cart lollolololol

| fredhechinger only did bad cause you cheated :((

| yn no ❤️

| simoncoolivoda FREDDIE????? AAAAAAH

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@eddietheroundtree

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eddietheroundtree proud of my birdie always, but especially tonight <3 fear street trilogy out on Netflix now !!

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allaboutyn he visited her on set??????

| howdidwegethere they are actually so cute I can’t even

karenkaren best movies of the year???? Me and thebetterdunne are already on out third watch

| thebetterdunne the talent is insane what an amazing cast icl

| yn you guys :((

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ynupdatesofficial fear street 2004 when???? I need to know what happens to Daisy

| honeycombwarren in the books she uses magic to bring Simon back and they live in the tunnel system together

| ynupdatesofficial omg what???

| honeycombwarren sorry I made that up idk

fredhechinger simon and daisy forever ❤️

| warrenrojasofficial yall had me sobbing on the couch

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[c1cada-c1cada]

a meeting with heaven and hell

{a meeting with Gabriel, Micheal, Uriel and three of hells demons TW GORE SH AND INDECATIONS OF VOMIT} Gabriel: ok! we have the documents and the holy water now we can begin!! Micheal: yeah, yeah, let's get this over and done with Uriel: who exactly will be here? Gabriel: wait and see Uriel :] {the slight sound of fire joins... you see Beelzebub, Hastur and Dagon appear along with the angels}

Beelzebub: hi Gabriel, Uriel and Victorian ghost. {Micheal pulls an agitated face} Hastur: hello! Dagon: hi... Gabriel: Hello Beelzebub and to the rest of you! I believe this is our first meeting with heaven and hell ever since the rebellion... am i correct? {Micheal and Uriel exchange uncomfortable look at the opposition, Uriel feels like something is off... however they can't put their finger on what it is, however they feel as if something will happen between them and the demon in the yellow coat? what was their name again? ah yes, Hastur}

Beelzebub: yes, indeed it is archangel if you weren't so idiotic you would have known this beforehand. {Beelzebub gives a dangerous glare to Gabriel who returns back a sarcastic smile} Uriel: ok, enough with the small talk we need to get onto matters with the suspected traitors.. Micheal: yes, i have been given some complaints regarding the demon Crowley and the angel Aziraphale? Beelzebub: i have not heard of this? Dagon is this true. Have you gotten any complaints recently? {Beelzebub says this while remaining full eye-contact with the supreme archangel causing him to look away in a flustered hurry.} Dagon: yes, I gave it to you on last week and i reminded you throughout this week.

{Beelzebub breaks her stare with Gabriel and twitches slightly before speaking again in an agitated tone.} Beelzebub: WELL maybe someone should of not told me these things when I was obviously busy! Dagon you know you should of gave something that important to Hastur if you really wanted me to see it! Hastur: my lord, should I note this now or is it too late? Beelzebub: don't bother... {the meeting continues with barely to zero problems however the angels can't seem to shake the feeling of dread and nausea away from their minds... why do they feel like this?? what is going on??} Micheal: and that is all the information i have at this point of time... anything more to add?

{Gabriel, Uriel and the demons shake their heads completing their meeting} Gabriel: WELL, that was nice! anything more to discuss.? Beelzebub: well, yes, you see down in hell we write down the names of our meetings in case we need it for later! Also, we need a copy of the photos of Crowley and Aziraphale themselves! Gabriel: yes, that is understandable! we will send you them on Wednesday, that is when most of the angels are free! Beelzebub and Dagon: Thank you... Beelzebub: Hastur write the day down! Hastur: yes lord... {Hastur glances around to look for a pen... he realizes that there is no pen in his area... however there is a kitchen knife....} {NOTE: this is where it gets dark!! so if you don't like SH self-harm then don't read anymore lovelies} Hastur: uuhhhh ok so i couldn't find a pen but i found this *holds up knife* {the angels and demons are glancing at Hastur now confused}

Gabriel: huh? what are you going to do? carve it into the table?! {Gabriel finds this entertaining.} Hastur: well... i need to write it somewhere!! {Hastur puts the small knife to his arm and starts cutting the date on his arm, the blood drips onto his coat.} Beelzebub: WHAT THE FUCK HASTUR?! Dagon: *pure shock* Uriel: OH MY GOD!! Micheal: HASTUR, STOP THAT RIGHT NOW Gabriel: AAAAAAH STOP STOP FUCKING STOOOP!! oh god i think I'm going to puke. Hastur: wot??? NOTE: I'm sorry idk if i should continue this??? please tell me if i should I'm rly lazy ;-;

[dangerous-disposition]

98 and Tigareth 😌

Aaaaaah thank you so much for asking for THE BOYS, now I get to post THE BOYS.

The prompt is "If we weren't in public right now i'd have my head between your legs." and the ship is Gareth/OMC, specifically, my OMC Tig who is Our Boyfriend.

This is established!Tigareth, and takes place in the near-ish future of pom!verse ;p and in pom!verse, Gareth is short.

Tagging the Tig fans: @xenon-demon @steddieas-shegoes @theheadlessphilosopher @scarcrossdlvrs @sidekick-hero @sentient-trash @stobinesque @starryeyedjanai @vampeddie @hellion-child @wormdebut (if i'm forgetting someone i'm so sorry just let me know in the notes if you wanna be tagged in more Tig stuff)

Enjoyyyyyyyy

Gareth, for the most part, loved concerts. The energy of them, especially the mosh pit, was sublime. They allowed him to get out a lot of pent-up energy that he otherwise struggled to find release for (because despite what some giants in his life would insist, sex wasn't always the best way to burn through some stuff). Sometimes, Gareth just needed to get his eardrums blown out in the middle of a sweaty crowd of strangers, maybe get shoved around. Part of that need was probably why he became a drummer, and performing absolutely scratched that itch well enough while they were touring.

But sometimes he just wanted to actually see the band performing which, when you’re just over five fucking feet tall, usually didn’t work out. Especially when a stupid fucking accident on the freeway cost them precious minutes needed to make it to the barrier.

They were stuck in the middle of the crowd and obviously it still sounded amazing, and the energy was still fucking perfect, Gareth couldn’t help the scowl that fell over his face. It was still the opening bands, so there was still time to bully his way to the barrier, but still… he didn’t want to have to bully his way to the barrier.

“You’re pouting,” Tig’s voice rumbled against Gareth’s ear as the first opening band exited the stage and he jumped, swinging his elbow and catching his boyfriend’s hip.

“Not pouting,” he snapped back and Tig just laughed, sending Gareth’s stomach into a series of somersaults. It was a good thing he wasn’t looking at Tig when he laughed like that because Gareth knew he would be embarrassing about it.

He always was.

“Okay, well, that definitely looks like a pout, Gare,” Tig insisted, and only then did Gareth actually turn his head to look at him.

It was always fucking devastating to look at Tig, especially in the shifting lights of a concert, especially when Tig was done up in all that leather and denim, eyes lined in black and his long hair pulled back to show off his undercut. His hair was platinum blond again, too, which was doing something for Gareth for reasons that were far too embarrassing to fully admit to while completely sober.

“Aren’t you enjoying the concert?” Tig asked, and Gareth had to take a deep breath before he said something nasty. See, Tig was gorgeous, and a considerate partner, and the most perfect boyfriend probably ever, but he was famous for his stupid questions.

“Yeah, I’m sure the concert is great when you’re, fuckin’, Slenderman,” Gareth said snappishly, gesturing at Tig’s six-foot-fucking-six frame. Then he pointed at the man standing right in front of him and added, “I get to watch the sweat spot between this asshole’s shoulder blades grow. Can’t see jackshit else.”

When Gareth looked back at Tig again, he immediately felt bad for his complaining. He genuinely looked guilty, his brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth turning down. Just as Gareth was about to back-pedal, though, Tig got a little smirk on his lips that had Gareth nervous.

Leaning close enough to Gareth���s ear that his lip piercings brushed against his earlobe, Tig murmured in a perfect accent, “Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?”

Gareth reared back to stare at his boyfriend, eyes wide and nostrils flaring at the cheeky little smirk on Tig’s lips as mortification flooded through him. Not for the first time, Gareth found himself plotting the most effective way to put Nair in Eddie Munson’s conditioner without risking Steve in the crossfire. It was Eddie’s fault that Tig knew about the obsessive crush he had on Legolas at all, and since finding out about it the man was insufferable.

Unfortunately for Gareth, Tig saying that line in a perfect imitation of the accent with platinum blond hair had a completely different feeling taking precedence.

“Dipshit,” Gareth grumbled with a roll of his eyes, and he reached for Tig, scowling at the shit-eating grin that split his face.

Perhaps the man expected to be shoved, because Tig visibly braced himself only to stumble a bit when Gareth’s hands wrapped around the leather straps of the harness he wore and tugged. Their lips crashed together and Tig instantly melted into it, opening for Gareth’s questing tongue before pressing forward with his own. The sensation of Tig’s forked tongue against his had Gareth’s head going fuzzy and hot, and he had to force himself to pull away.

“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs,” Gareth said thickly, kissing Tig again.

“Making a pretty good case to get somewhere private immediately,” Tig hummed, just as the second opening band came out and started up.

“If you get me to the barrier, I’ll do a lot more than suck your cock later,” Gareth promised and the heated expression Tig pinned him with had him reconsidering staying at the show entirely.

But then Tig had him by the hand and was snaking through the crowd, and Gareth found himself standing at the barrier in no time. Of course, Gareth is a man of his word, and he absolutely intended to make good on his vow the second they got somewhere even remotely private.

Make me write!!

[tsuki-sennin]

Brave In! Kyoryu Change!

Fire!

Dinosaurs... Plus humans! Only 10 years ago did the Brave Team from the Cretaceous Era come to the Heisei Era to protect the world! Now, in the Reiwa Era, six kings from the planet of Tikyuu arrive for... reasons yet to be made apparent!

In honor of the Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger's most momentous anniversary... I'm gonna have to... keep... catching up with... another show. One that they're in though, I can promise you! It's going to get wild! Just try to stop us!

Listen and be amazed!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Yeah, I'm real sad I missed out on this one.

-Where the fuck are we?

-I don't think the PM's gonna listen to you guys.

-Man, Dugded was right, this place sucks

-Soujiiiiiiiiiii! How you doin', bud?

-"Ohgai Busou!"

-Good thing God Kuwagata's

-Wait

-Ohhhhhhhhhh, that might be a problem.

-CHESTOOOOOOO!

-Junior Prince.

-Ah, there's Candelilla and Luckyuro!

-How's Nobuharu doing, eh? Do we still need shielding from his puns?

-"Be nicer to your sword, you little demon."

-"Er... please pardon me, but if you're a Prince..."

-Oh

-Oh, you're serious

-There they be

-The Zyudenryu...

-Oh hey Kaguragi!

-Omg Gentle hiiiiiiiiii!!!!

-At least you're having a nice day.

-"Umai~!"

-DEBOSS SPOTTED

-Oh, he's

-He's a Megazord of the Deboss generals, I see.

-See, there's Aigaron!

-Dogold there.

-Hot damn, Gentle!

-Hatch It!

-...H-Hatch It?

-"Mom?"

-NOBUUUUUU

-Kyoryuger?

-Ok, byeeeeeee!

-Oooooh~! Shade~!

-The pictures are in the same style as the Kingohger's prophecy... Hmm...

-Hi, Ian. I see you're still making friends.

-Two thousand years ago, even back then did the Kyoryugers run wild.

-"So, you're like... actually a king?"

-I see we don't

-DUGDED????

-Holy shit, he overrode a good ending.

-Welcome to Japan, bitches.

-I see, a voice only cameo from Daigo and Utsusemimaru.

-"So like... wanna tell us where we are~?"

-Oh I forgot

-Time travel.

-At least Yanma's having fun :)

-Ol' Prince is off to have fun training too~!

-Deboss, you're looking

-Quite silvery

-And beetle-y too...

-Laid the fuck out

-They stole our fucking dinosaurs

-Our Gods are far beyond us

-"Time to make the prince awaken!"

-Jeramie's also having a lovely day.

-Hot damn! Yanma figured it out right quick

-"I claim Japan in the name of Shugoddam!"

-Hoooo!

-Yeah, this guy's Daigo's successor alright.

-"Of course I cheat! I'm doing it right..."

-Give your sword a kiss and start over.

-"Hmph."

-YEAHHHHH

-Well done!

-Kuwagon~!

-That's our Gira for you.

-Souji :)

-"C'mon Kingy. Make my day."

-Brave In!

-Kyoryu Change!

-Bust it down, boy!

-Kiiiiing~!

-Hooooo!

-Hot damn!

-Gonna get wild!

-This is so sick

-God, Himeno's absolutely serving

-King Vomola Mucho!

-Head hurty

-Oh, nope, couldn't be that simple.

-NOOOO SOUJIIII

-Ah, he's fine

-Amyyyyyyy!

-Whaddup, girl, we missed you.

-"Hey so uh..."

-Earth...

-Tikyu... Chikyuu...

-What's the difference?

-JERAMIE'S PART SPACE ALIEN????

-Hot damn... His dad pulled!

-Unearned bravery'll do that to you, Deboss.

-Oh, skipping the title sequence, okay!

-Despair's our big enemy here.

-...Rita......

-Rally up our kingdom!

-"Oh???"

-Earth drip!

-Yuko-chan... Rika-chan!

-Suzume-san....

-"This is peak."

-Moffun...?

-AAAAAAH

-This feels good

-Music

-That's our key, here, huh?

-Welcome to Earth, bitch!

-We just had a whole other Earth out there, huh?

-DAD????

-"I learned from my Dad, after all."

-A Space Ship.

-Okay.

-Cool.

-Thank you for that, ancestors.

-"I-I take regal responsibility for Prince!"

-Gabutyraaaaaa!

-Amyyyyyy!

-Mom~!

-Have I mentioned how cool it is, applying similar principles to crossover power sets?

-Thanks, Dad!

-From across the universe, Castle Caucasus Kabuto answers the King's call!

-Nobuharu!!!

-Candy and Nobby, 2gether4ever!

-Awwwwww :)

-"Oh! I see~! That's wonderful!"

-Jeramie :D

-God, I love Himeno's Kikaider jean jacket.

-Well, you tried Ian.

-nods

-Good taste, all around.

-Where is our earthly melody?

-OHhhhhhhh, of course!

-That's a good reason to skip the intro.

-Yeaaaaah!!!!

-Bravery Restored.

-Ohgai Busou!

-Brave In!

-Fire!

-hehehehehehehehehe

-Muteki no Sentai~!

-Pincering Brave! King Kyoryu Red!

-Bullet Brave! Kyoryu Black!

-Armored Brave! Kyoryu Blue!

-Slashing Brave! Kyoryu Green!

-Horned Brave! Kyoryu Pink!

-Strongest and bravest! Zyuden Sentai! Kyoryuger!

-Time and space are relative concepts anyway.

-Absolutely wildin'.

-YEAAAAAAAH

-This is worth everything.

-Brave In!

-Chomp those batteries!

-Oh that's cute, even King-Ohger's sambaing down.

-Goodbye, Deboss!

-One day...

-Consider yourself on the right path, Prince!

-Daigoro...

-Amy and Daigo fuck.

-Farewell... I'm gonna miss those bug guys.

-...wait a second...

-OHHHHH THAT'S SO CUTE THEY'RE DOIN THE DANCE

-YEAAAAAAAAAH

-Oh we're back

-OH WE'RE STILL ON THE DINOSAURS

-SHUGO MASK????

-OH WELL FUCK ME, I'M NOT GONNA JUST LEAVE IT OFF THERE AM I?

-Deboss...

-Our stupid kings are now headed home.

-"Wi-fi's back on."

-A loud screech is the last thing you'd ever wanna hear on a spaceship.

-Oh, Yanma, you

-You brought a little souvenir, eh?

-Dugded is just Discord if he actually was a supervillain.

-Hello, Shugo Mask.

-"That's it, I'm going to bed."

-The kings are back, baby!

-...oh God, I hope relativity isn't coming back to bite us.

-"Booooooooooooo!"

-I swear, Hat Guy's talking like Josh Peck.

-...Hat Guy, Jesus, it has been way too long.

-His names Goroge, I know that!

-"Free jewelry for life, baby~! That's the rule of Dugded for you!"

-"Oh, oops."

-I guess most of our modern science survived out in Space.

-"Kill a king... and you get to be one too!"

-Damn, Yanma was gonna throw down.

-THEY JUST WENT OFF SCREEN, HOW'D YOU LOSE THEM

-Takes greed to know greed.

-New King?????

-Suzume-sama????

-Where is she?

-"Oh come now..."

-Alright, kinglings, let's dish out some church and state!

-DINOSAUR POWER

-Rulin' like it's 70 Million BC!

-Oh Kohgane, thank god

-Et tu, Boone?

-Shugo Kamen...

-He reversed Man in the Iron Masked us.

-"Oh well, peace is good :)"

-Left spinning their wheels in despair.

-C'mon, King Weiner!

-They shot him...

-Oh hi~!

-He's so small!

-He speaks fluent spirit!

-"Now... with the Power of the Dinosaurs! It's time for me to lead a charge! It's Morphin' Time! Energize! Unleash the power!"

-It was a much different effect, Gira had noticed, compared to King-Ohger. But if Minityra was willing to provide his aid, how could he refuse~? Breaking it down would be no small feat, but by the Gods, he'd simply have to!

-Sorry, Fly Boy! No amount of money's gonna let you step up to the King~!

-Good job~!

-Suzume's totally taken over.

-"Shut up, weiner! You're not the boss here!"

-"Oh noooooooooo~! Save me, my beloved Shugo Mask~!"

-Racules.

-Who else?

-How do you have a voice filter, your mouth isn't even covered.

-Ho man...

-Those blasted space bugs.

-There he is.

-Big Brother Racules.

-Hooo...

-You are one captivating son of a bitch.

-Racules Husty. Tremble at his name.

-Hooo....

-That's gonna be all from me tonight! I am...

-Quite tired, I'm just gonna lie down~! See you~!

[faceglitchsworld]

It's the third of October, which means that a certain leader is getting old. Very old.

Happy birthday, Bang Chan 🥳

Please, look at the collage I made for him 🥹

AAAAAAH I'm so SOOOOO proud of this one really. This is a perfect summary of what he is fr 😭

I don't have other words to describe it really.

At this point I've just put so much confidence in my choices that I don't even need to explain things at this point 🤣

And now, LET'S GO with the letter.

Oh boy I don't know where to start because this man, this precious man, immediately gave me the impression that he was supposed to be one of the most amazing leaders I would have ever met. We're talking about a man who's ready to make a step back to let the other members shine, someone who will never leave one of them behind, someone who's ready to sacrifice everything for the group. If this is not being selfless then I don't exactly know what this word means.

And it's still a little absurd to me that this man gives all this love to his fans too. I must confess, at first I was a little worried about how open he was with Stays. I got scared, not gonna lie. I got scared that one day he would have said something stupid and that stupid thing would have turned into something very dangerous to him. Was I right? Was I wrong about it? I don't know. Because despite these worries, I think that he almost managed to make his interactions with fans almost safe. Do you remember the entire "You know what else is big?" moment who made everyone chuckle and dying of laughter? Well, my soft side always thought that the "big thing" was his heart. This has a big heart, a huge heart for us.

Also, his interactions with fans gave us the best memes. I made the entire "I DON'T EAT PIZZA WITH PINEAPPLE EITHER!" a mantra of mine 🤣

And of course I can't not talk about how he relates with the other members. Do you think that I would have not talked about it? Of course I would have done it. Probably all of you already know how much he's made fun of every time as an old man but probably all of you also know how much support and love he gives to them every time. I know, I know, all of you are thinking about Felix rn and how much he treats him as a little brother but all of you know that he does it with each one of them. He does it with Minho, he does it with Changbin and Han, he does it with Hyunjin, he does it with Seungmin (yes even with him, the one who makes most jokes about him) and he does it with Jeongin. He just gives them love in different shapes and forms. But it's still love.

And of course I can't not talk about his love for music. The fans who followed SKZ since pre-debut probably already know how hard this man worked and keeps working for it. He even made his insomnia a way to write and produce even much more music. A little dangerous to me honestly but, hey, that's how this man loves his work. He would die for music.

Dear Chan, we reached the end of this letter and honestly, I think you deserve a lot of medals for what you did over these years. Just because you have to deal with us Stays almost every day is already a hard challenge, I wonder how you kept having all this patience with us. Sometimes I think that you should reprimand us much more, or be a little more harsh to us. I think you don't want to do it because you spent almost half of your life to get our hearts' love and now you're afraid to lose us because of this. Or maybe you're just too kind, I don't know 🤣

My birthday wish for you is that this patience will never leave you because we and the other members can be really a big bother. But I also wish that you'll find some time to finally rest and sleep well. And by sleep well I mean actually well, not five minutes and that's it 🤣

Hope you'll spend a great and bright day with the members and...thank you. Thank you for making this amazing group named SKZ.

Happy birthday, little (not so little anymore) wolf 🐺

[mbrainspaz]

ok I worked out another thing that's been stressing me out about this work situation. My main coworker has been gone and the boss refused to let me work overtime and then just... didn't really do anything to fill the gap, right? Today when I brought up my concerns about the stuff being neglected she was all "why didn't you just say so?" Ma'am?! Why didn't I simply explain to you, a person who skipped the meeting we were supposed to have to figure this out & who has no idea how to do my job, exactly how to do my entire job... via text message? On my time off??? aaaaah?! But I couldn't express that so in the moment I was just like, "well someone should probably feed these two horses at this time and start the sprinklers in these specific paddocks." She was like, "oh... that's all?" And I felt like an idiot for even bringing it up when she put it like that—but no actually that's not all. This is why I can't just do meetings and talk this stuff out! I can't process all the subtext and all the angles in the moment. I could tell I was deeply upset about how she'd handled the situation but I couldn't fully explain why. It was because not only did she tell me not to do the work that needed doing and repeatedly downplay my concerns, she still expected me to run the business by proxy—or she just didn't care if the work didn't get done. The closest I got to actually expressing my frustration was when I said, "you know I've been working half-days for the last three days—what did you think was going to happen? I'm never out there just doing nothing. Things haven't been getting done. I asked to be allowed to do it and you said no. You said you would do it, but you didn't know what needs to be done." And she said, "That's why I need you to tell me. It's all about communication." No! NO! That's why you should have let me do my damn job. Now she wants me to take tomorrow off and it's just gonna be the two kids and the temp guy working with the old guy who doesn't even technically work here?!? She keeps texting me trite things like 'I value you' but it's so transparent I can barely see it. If she understood a thing about me she wouldn't bother. I know she's annoyed with me. I'm annoyed with me.

She didn't give me a coherent schedule all week so I had to make up my own where I was working 4 half days in a row and she just.... nobody cared that nobody was here to run the business all afternoon for FOUR DAYS. If I hadn't gone in on my 'free' time to feed one of the old horses he'd probably be deceased by now. I mean the old guy stepped up and helped a lot but nobody else knows how to run the whole barn all day. Nobody else CARES.

So yeah it's my bad for not busting down her office door 7 days ago and giving her step by step instructions on how to run this business and manage a bunch of green employees I don't have the power to schedule. AAAAAAH! I hate that every time I meet with her I have to be so focused on being calm and professional and normal that she just steamrollers me with her reasonable demeanor and talk about all the things she's trying to do to make this place run right—if only she had more time and wasn't sooooo busy managing way too many other more important things. That's absolutely not my problem. I can't tell her how to do her job. And she couldn't tell me how to do mine if she tried. And I'm like, fine—pay me to just take care of it all! I'm good at caring. I could run this place if they'd just LET me. They keep leaving me to cope with endless problems they won't let me solve. I don't even want the responsibility. I don't really need more money from them. Apart from the existential dread slowly driving me towards a manic breakdown I've had a great time this week actually having free time to work on my art. I started editing a new video for the first time in 2 years! I'm just glad I didn't overwork myself for them just to get in trouble for it again. Well, except for the 3-4 extra hours I spent doing a little this or that here and there just to make sure nobody died. How could I ever explain that to someone who happily works in an office for a soulless, faceless, money-gobbling, lifeforce-devouring, bystander-crushing unstoppable gestalt entity that is a management corporation.

Ugh. I can't even stand listening to me rant about this. Actually they should just fire me. It'd be a relief. I'd go live in the desert and scream at the stars like gods intended.

[eldritch-araneae]

Personal update!

It's been a while since I made one, even tho I wanted to be more open and interact more with people, make more connections.

Recent month was hectic as hell bc of renovations in our room and kitchen. There're was a lot of stress ( esp the kitchen, this ended up the WHOLE ordeal) but thankfully to medication I handled it well. I only relapsed one and it was for the specific reason.

But in the end all those changes were worth it, the dishwasher is such a livesaver aaaaaah! How did we lived without it before????

Right now I'm recovering from that, so I've been slow with anything. I have plan for Sparkpulse 13 done, but I procrastinating hard. Somehow I feel not ready to write it? Idk, I hope I can pick up the pace, because I want to finish the first arc next years, and create the Bumblebee Nature Zine too.

At same time I'm still blown away by the fact there are two indie video games that feels like they were made specifically for me! Interesting how both "Slay the Princess" and "In Stars and Time" has common themes, but explored differently. These games helped me to handle this damn kitchen renovation too!

Because change is death, change is destruction, and change is needed to have something better. A philosophy I'm adopting from now on.

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 55

I WILL get a,look at Midst eventually, guys, I promise ...

Creator Clash! Yes! I saw it! It was crazy! Marisha you rule, it doesn't matter if you didn't win, you were still awesome anyway and we're all SO PROUD of you!

And then there's Ashley, once again making us wonder just how secretly kinky she really is ... O.O

So yeah, are we FINALLY back with the endangered trio? PLEASE?!!! Aaaaaah, bollocks ...

Never mind, I'm really getting to like Deanna and FRIDA anyway, so ...

So IS IT a real marriage, or just like a symbolic thing. Oh boy ... the "banged it out" conversation ... yeah ...

Ah yes. Planerider Ryn ... yeah ... we can hope. It's really all we CAN DO right now, clearly.

Oh yeah! The wounded girl! Nice to see her up. Oh wow, Deanna! Wow! That's so sweet of her.

Yeah, I did wonder if Chetney was gonna raise eyebrows. 27! Nice Deception, Imogen! Even if it wasn't REALLY Deception. Well ... okay, he did rip them off, but still ...

Yes, good point, Chet ... no sticky fingers, Fearne!

Sponsorship ... oh boy.

Fancy dude! Who was that? Hmmm ... history check? Nope ... oh gods, here we go, Fearne being Fearne ... Lord Desavon Kevash? Hmmm ... oh boy, and he is just SMITTEN ...

Dear gods that is an abysmal joke ... clearly the guy has a very rudimentary sense of humour. Oh here we go ... 26? Fuck ... Nice, beard ring. Cool.

The King and Queen! Oooooh ...

Dwarf Queen is a CUTIE, I like her already. Elf King is ... interesting. Like elves tend to be, I guess ... and also old. REALLY REALLY OLD ...

Oh yes! A favour! Nice ... just what they need ...

Royal Insight Check? WHISPERS!!! YAY!!! Now ASHLEY'S doing the WizzKids plug ...

I'm sorry, WHAT?!!! Is FRIDA making s move in Letters?

Oh boy, a bull ... interesting choice, Chet. Glad it works, at least.

Ooooooh, backstory for magic bull statue! Nice ... oh, so it WAS a kind of protector? Cool. Wait ... MORE?!!! Intriguing ... oh, corrupted forest? Hmmm ...

Deanna: "So you know about the Applebee's Soulcycle?" Wow ... everybody starts laughing ... Travis: "Long may it reign." Matt: "Sorry, you just Bluescreened me for a second ..."

Crap ... so teleportation is ... OFF?!!! Crap ...

Yeah, Chet, ASK!!! ASK!!!

Wow ... okay, just giving it ALL away ... here we go ...

Sam: "Is the Queen checking Chetney out?" Travis: "Well some things you don't NEED to check."

30 on an Insight check? Fearne, HOW?!!! Holy fuck ...

Oh yeah, BOONS ...

Drixlix! Yes, FUCK that guy ... screw him ... sell him down the river. Yes! Give them the evidence! FIST PUMP!!!

Ah, Ludinus, here we go ... oh SHIIIIIIIIT! Wow ... oh, that is DARK ... oh, so the god hatred was ALWAYS there, was it? Great ...

MORE BACKSTORY!!! SWEET!!!

Oh shit ... Ruidus AGAIN!!!

Aramond Turestral ... hmmm ... sounds like a bad man already ... oh boy, is this a quest setup for later? Lovely ... in a really foreboding way ...

Wait ... Chetney's just ... fuck, is getting right? HAS Ludinus done this before?

Oh fuck ... the Solstice is STILL HAPPENING?!!! Shiiiiiiiiiiiit ... yeah, the Tethered Moon is a REAL THING then ... fuck ...

Yes, the temples ... oh yeah, the Changebringer maybe, get FCG there ...

Oh so they ARE going to go to Molaesmyr ... okay ...

Yay! Another MAP! Sweet ... cool ... oh ... nuts, no map? Bummer ...

Awwwww ... lost love ... sweet gay memories for the Elf King ...

Crap ... Shadycreek Run ... lovely ...

Aww, bless ... LITERALLY. Deanna blesses the Royals ...

Ooooh ... fancy armour! Sweeeeeeet ...

Whoa! FREE TAILORING!!! AWESOME!!!

So what's the plan? Shopping? Stuff? Lore hunting? Tailors?

Wow ... is Deanna JEALOUS of the vibing between FCG and FRIDA?

The Duskmaven? Hmmmm ...

Whoa, here we go, is Aabria gonna be able to capitalise on Calamity insider knowledge?

It's official. FRIDA is crushing hard on FCG ... and Deanna's trying to be supportive? They're so sweet ... awwwwwwwwwwaw ...

Deanna: "We only get the one life. Unless you're ME." XD

And she's still so protective of them ... :3

Okay, split up time ... allowed for shopping, that's not a problem.

The Vellum Steeple. Here we go.

Okay, what was Sam's flask nonsense this time, I didn't get a good enough look at it, that wax a VERY quick flash ...

An Elven mile Troy Baker? Hmmmm ...

Kinash Serovoldin? Okay ... sounds more like an elvish Brad Pitt to me, remember when he was in Legends of the Fall? A bit like that ...

Deanna: "Are they weak to anything? Other than gruff charm, I mean."

XD I'm loving it, Deanna is totally crushing HARD on Kinash. Aabria: "That's it, I'm out!" Travis: "Are you horny on main right now?"

AABRIA gets a Whispers ... oh cool, beanie plug! So cute ...

Nuts ... the Ludinus dossier is THIN ... not good ... The Eve of Crimson Midnight? Hmmmm ... oh, Ludinus, you SNEAKY FUCK ... evil dude ... Gildhollow Tower ... okay ...

Matt really is setting Ludinus up as a total Exandrian Palpatine, isn't he?

Meanwhile, at Jaquoby's ...

Oh yeah, this us totally a tech head's workshop all the way ... meanwhile the flirting begins ... :3

Wow, FRIDA is SO BAD at this ... oh boy ... and the FCG backstory is SUCH a mess in context ... wow ... "killed the Pussy" ... yikes ...

Holy fuck! THE KISS!!! THE KISS!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! OH MY GODS!!!

Matt: "THERE'S NO TONGUE!!!"

Jaquoby Macyl ... oh, I like him immediately.

Wow, he is LITERALLY giving FCG a mangled kettle to eat instead of a cup of tea. XD

Suspension ... FCG: "If it gets uncomfortable then I can hold FRIDA's hand." AWWWWWWWW!!!

So cool ... FCG is armouring up! Sweet!

"Faithful Care Giver" ... oh yeah! :3 that is ADORABLE!!! Everybody's losing it with cuteness and so am I ...

Time for a break!

Gathering at Catlyn's ... but first a heart-to-heart between Imogen and Chetney ... hmmmm ...

Heavy stuff ... oh boy ... Insight versus Deception ... a draw? ROLLIES!!! Wow ... Imogen OWNED that one ...

Payphone cable ... oh yes, blast from the past indeed ... many Millennials and later may not get that reference ... I am SO OLD ...

WTF just happened?

FCG: "I feel like I'm gonna be a little bit stealthier. By one point." XD

A chocolate box assortment of exotic scrap metals ... I love it!

Aha! Temple if the Dawnfather! Cool!

Aabria saying "Bless you!" to Sam when he sneezes makes an interesting change to Ashley telling him to "Stop it!" XD

So other priests and clerics are CUT OFFfrom their deities? Hmmmmm ... so Deanna's one of the lucky few ... that's so worrying.

Catlyn's Clothier? Sounds fancy ...

Oooooh, snobbery ... and THAT puts you in your PLACE, little miss arrogant! XD Nice one.

Deanna is apparently BLACKING OUT through sheer excitement at the fashion possibilities ...

Chetney wants a VELVET TRACKSUIT?!!! Oh gods ... and the eternal question as posed by the Incredible Hulk, how to deal with the SUDDEN SIZE CHANGES!!!

Imogen is going practical but also totally BADASS ... essentially she wants Arctic Dark Phoenix vibes ...

FCG's all shiny now ... they want a dark blue duster coat? Cool ...

Deanna is build like a Pixar mom ... "dumptruck ass"? XD ...

Whoa ... just FIXED FRIDA's coat on the spot?

And Fearne is just GOING OFF totally ... ooh, corset ... poofy sleeves ... lots of leg ... and she's getting Deanna to knit her something ... yup, cleavage, business as usual for Fearne ... "Go to town!" Yes indeed ...

Deanna: "Can I have BIGGER UGGS?"

Oh, the little embroidered bull for everybody is such a sweet idea ...

Oh yes, get something for Laudna too! Perfect ...

Fearne wants something from the Willow TV show's wardrobe, apparently ... :3

Oh, so the bots are making it official, but not mzking a big deal out of it ... I love it ...

Chetney's tracksuit STRETCHES ... AND it has a custom hole on thd butt for when he grows his tail? Dear gods ...

Eisselcross? Oh, Deanna and FRIDA backstory ...

Stick together, guys! All together in the morning ... off to Molaesmyr ...

And now they're all shitfaced on champers ... XD

Oh, Fearne is TOTALLY doing crimes ... no, she's SPECIFICALLY going go the Temple of the Wildmother! Cool ...

Genuinely enchanted little place ... cute little statue too ...

Fearne tries praying to the Wildmother ... and she is REALLY BAD AT IT, too. Ye gods ...

Perception check? Hmmm ... 23? Okay ... nothing ... oof ... probably not a good sign ...

Wow ... Fearne wants Chetney to make a move on Deanna ... and now he's going dien a really erotic memory lane ...

Oh, so FEARNE is gonna make a move instead? Blimey ...

Ah, so it's just a girl's night slumber party? That's fine ...

Aabria: "Laura Bailey!" Travis: "No chill!" XD

Schrodinger's Tongue? Matt is hating it and I love it ...

Oh boy ... they are so cute and a little NAUGHTY too ... they are playing the others SO BAD with all these noises ... oh ... gods ... what? The wheel? Where the fuck is this GOING?!!! Aabria: "What is the MOISTURE?!!!" LOL

Morning hangover? Not with Lesser Restoration ...

Weavepiercer Gloves? Ooooooooh ...

Ah yes, Clmponrnt shopping, always important for mages ...

The Matron of Ravens' Temple ... and it's closed? Not a good sign ...

Goat shopping time, then ...

Whoa ... BIG goats ... cute, too, apparently.

Deanna gets a sweet and chubby one ... Gerry? Yup ...

Of course Chetney has to get the BIGGEST one. Wow ... like SUPER RIPPED ... bulldog walk? XD He is perfect. Musky. Yes. Of course he is.

FCG gas chosen a PRETTY one ... Fabio? SNORT ... of course ...

Imogen gets the veteran ... Bell? Cute ...

FRIDA picks the "Shaggy" (as in Scooby Doo) of thd herd ... Patchwork? Awwww ...

Fearne just wants z literal wooly SPHERE ... red panda coat? Awww ... Dornie Boy! Cute ...

Off towards the Savalirwood, then ... and that's it for tonight! Okay then ...

Nice place to stop.

But I really do hope we FINALLY get back to the lost trio next week! Seriously, guys! Please ...

[smilesrobotlover]

I love all you Dads <3 <3 <3

And your art style! <3 <3 <3

Tell me about a project you're excited about right now! :) Gush about your blorbos :D

Thank you!!! I love the dads too so much 😭

And aaaaaah I’m excited about a lot of my aus fhdkdbdkdbj. I’m thinking about certain plot points in TCOD and a certain character that I cannot share rn and it’s so much fun to play with and I cannot WAIT to get to the good stuff in arc 1, it’s just taking ten billion years 😔

The story of lbl is getting really complicated and I’m getting kinda nervous about it. I’m trying to do the villain justice and a good motivation (I cannot share info about the villain just yet) and the first chapter is taking a while to make, I’m very self conscious about lbl but I cannot WAIT for the different reveals that I have planned.

And I’m just super excited to get started on Love at Twilight! To start sharing it I mean. The comic was just for fun and will be for backstories and side stories or something but the main story will be in fic form. I just gotta finish the first chapter (prologue is done I just need to get rid of a line) and I gotta plan the story more but I adore Kori and I’m so excited to play with him more! Plus the world and characters of tp are so much fun to play with!