#I have a vague memory of her trying to say I���d be good and be so loved by the kids and all this other stuff

[sofiaruelle]

Oh wow, I was not expecting a whole drawing of them trying the dance and falling around. It's very beautifully done, I rmmbr just staring in awe for a while at first 🩵

I have another odd question about the she trio/ass gang, which u don't have to draw

Cause I saw a little video of Harvey going hard; dancing to MiseryxCPR(xReese's Puffs) and it had me laughing for a long while, and I wondered who would be the ones singing the song if say the stardrop saloon had some kind of karaoke night

My head tells me both Sam and Abagail would end up doing Reeses's puffs, but that would leave one of the other songs without a host :/

Harvey would probably end up saying stuff about how cpr doesn't require mouth-to-mouth anymore or smthn, and Shane probably worried Marnie would walk in-or just, too drunk off his ass having fun to care 🤔

nah man i just have to draw them. and oh look I even have another essay under readmore! 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

✨Also my commissions are open! ✨ if anyone is interested! :D< please reblog/share the og comm sheet ,if you can! it would help me a lot thank you!!!

Honestly i can imagine them all just being pissed drunk before attempting to sing the song😂. i know fersure the SHE trio would require more liquid courage for it (heck even to join/start a kareoke sesh!)

Shane gives of major Kareoke Tito (uncle) vibes~. Yknow that one tito who specifically sings “My Way” by Frank Sinatra and has a bunch of classic rock songs under his belt. He’s not good at singing perse but he can at least carry a tune. He and Sebastian would totally connect with singing Misery. but like Shane vaguely knows the song (he’s heard it on radio a bajillion times but he doesnt know the name of the song so its not quite on his playlists) so he when he’s super sloshed and can barely read the screen, he tries to sing it from memory and misses a couple of the words. but hey! at least he knows the chorus and is in tune.

Meanwhile Sebastian has Misery “secretly” on his go to playlist. He doesnt admit it (the songs is too main stream and overplayed but he stumbled upon a vocaloid cover and rest is history.) He definitely always chooses the song every kareoke sesh (although not his first choice) and he’s passionate about it even has a little performance too(lots of head bangs, fist pumps and that classic 2000s disney knees bent together, feet wide apart moment)! For his duet with shane he’s the first to shed a lil tear and that gets shane going and they cry through most of the song in their own lil misery world ignoring the chaos around them.

Sam is a fucking menace for singing CPR and I do agree He and Abigail would go off on Reese’s Puff BUT i can definitely imagine being commited to singing CPR (we all know he’d awkwardly twerk). Especially if it was to troll on Harvey who probably thought it was a wholesome song about doing CPR at a specific BPM. 😂

Harvey good lird poor harvey! He’s probably the most sober out of everyone. It doesnt help that he’s no light weight + lowkey becomes designated baby sitter everytime (he’s soooooooo going charge them extra in the morning if they come stumbling into his clinic asking for some hangover cure). He was so excited about adding a new song to CPR tempo list he was gonna teach at the nex first aid classes!! Who would have thought that a singer with a cute wholesome name like Cupcakke was just so… sooooo SCANDALOUS!!! He should have known Sam was up to something the moment he grabbed him by the shoulder!!! “This is medical malpractice, Samson!!!” He spends the whole trying to sush Sam who’s having so much fun laughing at Harvey’s reaction 😂

Abigal. F e r a l.

Help! Elliot has fallen over! He honestly just has a mild peanut allergy but he has been drinking and hooo boi. thats not good. thank goodness Harvey is sobered up (with the help of Sam ofc) and has an epipen on hand! Catch Leah cackling from her seat by the bar before assisting Harvey.

[aziraphales-library]

hi!! do you have any soft crowley fics through aziraphales pov? could be either fluff or hurt/comfort, and maybe some ineffable wives if you could find any?

and thank you all so much, you are carrying this fandom!!!!! i appreciate all the hard work that goes into running this blog ❤️

Hello! Here are some soft Crowley fluffy and/or hurt/comfort wives fics for you...

two snow angels (demons) against the world by Flores_De_Junio (G)

“Do you want to make a snow angel with me? We can have them hold hands.” “Oh angel, I'm not sure I could.” “Why do you say that?” “I'd be so overwhelmed with the urge to kiss you I would destroy them completely.” In which Crowley wants to make her girlfriend's birthday special and she is also head over heels in love.

Meet-Cute In A Ditch by die_traumerei (G)

Aziraphale takes a header into a ditch. Crowley hauls her out. They fall in love. That's it, that's the story.

This is Beauty by ShesAKillerQueen98 (G)

Aziraphale wants to get a short, tight skirt, because she thinks it'll make Crowley happy, but she only succeeds in making herself uncomfortable. Luckily Crowley is there to comfort her.

Depth of Beauty by Lady of Prompts (G)

“I’ve been wanting to…experiment a little…” Aziraphale tugged at her new dress. She’d thought it very fetching in the shop, belted tartan with wide lapels, short skirt and sleeves, neckline a little daring. But compared to Crowley, she looked…dull, uninspired. “You have? Since when?” “Ah. Well. A month or so. Since…since we moved.” Aziraphale waved her hand vaguely to indicate the entire cottage. “I thought it might be nice to – to try something and…” She pulled at her hair. The plan had been for shoulder-length curls, tighter than Crowley’s, but as they’d grown, they’d simply become more unruly, transforming into a frizzy, tangled mess. A disaster. A nightmare. This was why it was better not to try. -- Aziraphale needs a change. She wishes she felt beautiful, confident - more like her wife. Crowley, though, sees the beauty within her. She just wishes Aziraphale could see the same.

Good Luck, Angel! by Baeruto (M)

Only Azira carries the burden of her truth. Only she has the ability to dig into the dusted vault inside of her mind and pull out memories best left untouched. Despite that, she digs them out anyway. Not often – never often – but consistently enough that they may never be forgotten. Ribbons of scarlet curled hair between her pale fingers, the image flashes behind her eyelids, Azira remembers. *** After seven years of unhappy marriage, Azira finds herself in a cottage by the seaside with an achingly familiar face for a neighbor. Will she finally allow herself to feel the emotions she worked so diligently to keep locked inside?

Serendipity by Dukeofnone, MagpieWords (T)

noun. a development of events by chance in a beneficial way. College is about finding yourself, but how do you find something you haven't defined yet? A music student and a culinary student have no reason to meet, and even less reason to become friends. Somehow, something that wasn't meant to happen leads them to finally define what their lives will become.

- Mod D

[tobythewise]

happy friday and welcome to dadwc!! how about some handers (or justhanders?) this week with the prompt: “You said you loved me last night.” “Drunk words don’t mean shit.”

happy writing!

Thank you so much for the prompt!! :D written for @dadrunkwriting I hope you enjoy!

Content: Handers, Mentions of drinking/being drunk, Mentions of Fenris and Merrill smooching, Getting Together, Sexual Content alluded to

Anders wakes slowly, cursing the pounding of his head. What the hell happened last night? 

He remembers being in Varric’s suite. He remembers cards. He vaguely remembers sitting in Varric’s lap? Wait no, that was Merrill’s lap. Or was it Hawke’s? 

Everything is fuzzy as he tries to think about the night before. Did he kiss someone? Anders is pretty sure he remembers watching two people kiss, but it doesn’t make much sense. There’s no way Merrill and Fenris locked lips. It’s more likely that Fenris would pull out Merrill’s heart than smooch her. But still, why can Anders picture it perfectly? 

How did he get so drunk? Usually between Justice and the taint he can’t get drunk so why does it feel like he’s been hit by a templar’s smite? And why does his mouth taste like cottony ass?

Anders blinks an eye open, finding himself shoved against the wall on his mattress. He groans before freezing, realizing with stark clarity that there’s a body pressing against his back.

What. The. Fuck.

If he turns around and finds Sebastian spooning him, he’s going to scream.

He searches his memories for anything that’ll tell him who the hell ended up in his bed last night but everything comes back blurry or blank. He’ll have to turn around and face whoever it is eventually but for just a moment, he revels in being close to someone again. 

It’s been so long since he’s allowed himself this type of closeness. 

Anders wants to stay here all morning, snuggled up to someone. He wants to allow himself to relax, but he can’t. He has far too much to do and he’s already starting to feel guilty for not being at the clinic already. He already had the night off yesterday, he can’t also take off all day today. 

There’s too much to do. There’s too much to plan. 

Just as Anders is working up the courage to turn around or scoot out of bed, a strong arm wraps around his waist, tugging him back against a broad chest. By Andraste, this feels so nice. It wouldn’t hurt anyone to stay just a little longer, right?

Anders looks ahead, trying to get some sort of bearings. He realizes with a start that he’s not in Varric’s suit any longer. Instead, he’s somehow found himself in Hawke’s bed. He might not be a detective but it’s not hard to figure out that the person spooning him is Hawke. 

How the fuck did he get here? 

Anders gets a vague impression of himself riding on Hawke’s back all the way up to Hightown. He didn’t really do that, did he? Oh fuck, he just barely keeps himself from groaning in embarrassment. 

This is why Justice doesn’t usually let him drink. 

Hawke’s hand finds a spot under his shirt, touching the bare skin of his belly and Anders shivers. Soft lips press against the back of his neck and Anders bites his bottom lip. Oh. That’s lovely. That’s everything he’s ever wanted. But he can’t actually have this, can he?

“Umm,” he says, clearing his throat. “Good morning?”

“A very good morning indeed,” Hawke says back, his voice somehow even deeper and gravely than usual. Oh no, he’s so hot, how the fuck is Anders supposed to push him away and get to the clinic now? “I could get used to this.”

Anders hums because he’s not sure what the hell he’s supposed to say. He’s starting to panic. He’s starting to think about how as much as he loves this, it’s going to end in disaster. 

Anders carefully flips over to his back and Hawke shifts along with him. He leans on his elbow, hovering over Anders. His face is usually so serious, but right now, the scowl is gone, replaced by a soft smile. Anders’ stomach flutters with butterflies. He feels like a young boy, before the templars tried to stomp down his spark. He feels full of possibilities, full of life. He feels free. 

“What happened last night?” Anders asks softly. “I don’t really remember a lot and the things I do are super blurry and confusing.” He stares up at Hawke for a long moment before asking, “did Merrill and Fenris kiss last night?”

Hawke chuckles. “They did but only because Varric dared them to.”

“Oh. Right. Of course. That makes perfect sense.”

Leaning down, Hawke kisses Anders cheek. Anders holds completely still, not wanting to break the moment. “Do you remember coming home with me last night?”

Anders lets out a long breath. “No.”

“Last night you kissed me.” 

“Was it a dare?” Anders asks slowly and Hawke shakes his head. His eyes are achingly fond. It makes Anders want to twist and twitch, feeling so unsure, so out of place. “Oh,” he says, not knowing what else to say. 

“You also told me you loved me.”

Fuck. There it is. It’s out in the open and sober Anders can’t take back his drunk words. Mostly because they’re true. 

“And how did you react?”

Hawke tilts his head. “Isn’t it obvious?” Instead of saying more, he leans down once more but instead of kissing his cheek, this time he kisses Anders’ lips. 

Anders freezes for a moment in complete shock but he quickly changes that. He wraps his arms around Hawke’s back and kisses him back with the same intensity that Hawke is kissing him. Hawke might not have said how he feels with words, but this kiss makes it hard for Anders to get it twisted. He feels the same. 

“Drunk words don’t mean shit,” Anders says, breathing heavily. “So let me make things clear now. I love you, Hawke.”

“That’s good to hear, Anders, because I feel the same. Now, do you want to keep talking about it, or can I find something more interesting for your mouth to be doing?”

Anders smirks and starts scooting down the bed in response.

[toomuchracket]

lol feeling a bit angsty today, thinking about matty and taylor and the timeline of things lol. but Jamie was at the concert tonight with matty and maybe he travelled with our beloved dh assistant. And matty and taylor are together now and assistant had to be professional and maybe she’s dazzling the room with her professionalism and her charisma, but maybe she has a full blown panic attack about it all when she has a moment to think about the whole thing, maybe needs some air and maybe matty finds her having her moment and doesn’t know what to do

OH this inspired me to do a fic, rather than a blurb. beware of angst (but it's an AU and i am not doing a part 2 lol everything is actually nice in d word matty-land. also for a partial explanation of dh assistant being there, it's bea opening alongside phoebe and you're there for vaguely manager-y stuff. and matty plays during bea's set but not for pheebs lol. it'll make sense in-fic!)

gone four weeks

the irony of walking into the stadium while taylor is soundchecking 'midnight rain' isn't lost on you.

following jamie towards the small group of people gathered at the front of the stage, you try not to focus on the lyrics, or the familiar mess of curls moving side to side in time to the music ahead of you, or the melancholy blooming in your skin at the whole situation.

you should be excited. ecstatic. elated, for fuck's sake. you're seeing one of your label's artists - and a fairly good friend of yours to boot - support taylor swift, an artist you've enjoyed and admired since you were an actual kid. instead, you're feeling worse with every passing step, bile and tears threatening to spill out of various facial orifices as you get close enough to hear matty singing along quietly and say something to bea.

it's only been four weeks since you last heard him, but the inflections of matty's voice seem completely unfamiliar to you. they say that the voice is the first memory you lose of someone after a death - apparently, this also applies to the death of a relationship. that, or he's let his accent be influenced by his new girlfriend, aka the beautiful, capable woman singing onstage right now.

bea glances over her shoulder and grins at the sight of you and jamie, walking to meet you and opening her arms out to hug you both in turn. your boss moves on to hug matty too, but you stay put, bea's arm over your shoulder; matty makes no effort to near you, either, staying a good few paces away from you. whether he's trying to avoid overstepping any boundaries or preparing for a duel with you, you can't decide. the former, probably, from the way he nods politely at you and asks "you alright? the flight was ok, i take it?"; you smile emotionlessly back at him - an easy feat, considering your body has gone numb from the sheer agony of seeing him again - and answer affirmatively to both. matty nods again, and gets a look on his face that you instantly recognise as "i have something i want to say to you", but he's interrupted by taylor's arrival on the stadium floor before he can.

despite yourself, and the awkward situation you're all in, you can't help but be awed by her - tall and graceful and even prettier in person, that famously-red-lipstick-lined smile so dazzling and contagious that you begin to genuinely smile too in response. you keep it up even when she hugs matty and he kisses her head sweetly, despite your want to scream at the fact that his lips are on her and not you. but you keep calm, keep smiling, no matter how sore or fake it feels, and remind yourself that it's partially your own fault he isn't kissing you any more.

the smile becomes genuine again when taylor comes over to you and introduces herself, sweeping you into a big hug accompanied by a "so amazing to finally meet you! i'm a big fan of your work in keeping the label running", the latter sentence followed by a wry smile.

"you're a big... what?" you splutter, pulling away. "i don't even do much!"

"oh, please," taylor sighs. "everyone - jamie included, by the way - says you're the mastermind behind everything. i think we have that in common."

out of the corner of your eye, you see matty wince at taylor likening the two of you. good, you think. let him be uncomfortable. "well, you are the reason i got into music," you say, smiling. "i picked up a guitar for the first time after hearing 'fearless'. i mean, i did put it back down when i realised i was kinda shit and my interest in music would be better served elsewhere, but still. thank you for that."

"that's so cool!" taylor squeals, pulling you into another hug. after it ends, she turns to matty with an accusatory look. "i can't believe you wouldn't tell me this! i thought you said she was your best friend."

ouch. you sink your teeth into the back of your bottom lip as you shift your gaze to matty, attempting to keep your face expressionless in spite of the friendzoning revelation wound. he looks apologetic - whether towards you or taylor, though, you can't tell. "to be fair, i didn't actually know that."

"yeah. you don't know everything about me, healy" you reply, your attempt at lightheartedness falling a bit flat amidst the slight tension of the conversation.

matty scoffs. "i know enough."

the loaded comment stings, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes to match it. luckily, bea moves the discussion onto something else all technical and musical, giving you the opportunity to pull out your phone and pretend to be answering emails so that you don't have to look at matty and have him see you're upset. he notices, though, of course he does - matty knows your body movements like nobody else, like the back of his own calloused hand, and the events of four weeks ago mean he's also well-acquainted with what you look like when you're hurt. if you looked up for even a split-second and met your ex-boyfriend's gaze, you would see the clear regret and concern for you in his dark eyes; you don't, though, you keep your eyes on your phone until the soundcheck resumes and you and jamie are dragged off by taylor's parents to talk management and business.

and you're alright, initially, for the next few hours - you're busy having work-related discussions about promotion and marketing and getting some insider knowledge into taylor's career and the tour itself, which is eye-opening for you from both a career perspective and as a fan. bea's set is a bit of a challenge to get through, what with matty making a surprise appearance part-way through to play guitar on some of the songs he co-wrote with her; for the most part, though, you can zone him out, and focus on the fact that your friend and client - a girl not too much younger than you - is playing a stadium show on one of the biggest concert tours in history, cheering bea on proudly and singing along.

phoebe's set is different. sure, you don't have to see matty onstage - come to think of it, you don't know where he is. before you can stop it, a memory of you and matty together crosses your mind; a pre-show fuck in a random dressing room in buenos aires, an encounter that matty later claimed was "the reason why that show was our best ever". you briefly wonder if that's what he's up to now with taylor, her long legs wrapped around him, before choking both the thought and the vomit in your mouth back down to the circle of your own personal hell they appeared from, and focusing as best you can on the performance in front of you. which is a mistake, really, considering phoebe's set consists of all the songs you listened to non-stop after you and matty called it quits; by the time the intro to moon song begins, you're holding back sobs, quietly backing out of the vip tent and entering the inner corridors of the stadium.

you have no idea where you're going, but that doesn't bother you - the song is muffled by steel and concrete, so it's less painful, and your all-access pass means security just wave you through doors without stopping you. finally, you find a deserted spot in a corridor by the stairs, where you slump to the floor and just cry, overwhelmed by the jet lag and the emotions of phoebe's songs and your shitty love life and this whole fucking day in general. head in your hands and sobbing loudly, you don't notice the footsteps hurrying towards you, only registering the fact you're not alone anymore when a familiar voice speaks. "oh, princess."

matty, crouched down so he's eye level with you, looking sadder than you've ever seen him - well, with the exception of four weeks ago, that is. your lip trembles at the sight of him, and you cry even harder, speaking through wails. "please don't call me that, matty."

"sorry, sorry - force of habit," matty says quickly. "are you ok? actually, stupid fucking question, you're clearly not, but... i had to say something. i hate seeing you upset."

"well, you've been pretty good at making me that way recently."

matty sighs, moving to sit beside you against the wall. "could say the same for you, you know."

"really making me feel better here, man."

"sorry."

there's silence for a minute - your breathing is beginning to regulate, just out of the muscle and sense memories brought back by nothing more than matty sitting closely beside you, and you fucking hate it. with a sigh, you break it. "i'm sorry about what happened, you know. i just... got scared. didn't mean to be hurtful."

"s'fine," matty shrugs. "i'm sorry i ever brought it up."

"hey, less of that," you turn to matty, touching his arm softly. "it's what you want, and it's good you mentioned it, even if i panicked and disagreed. really."

matty makes a noncommittal sound. "i just hate that i ended up hurting you with it. i never want to do that, regardless of if we're together or not."

"same here."

with a small smile at you, matty checks the time on his phone. "phoebe's almost finished. you coming back down?"

"in a minute," you nod. "you go ahead."

matty gives you a quizzical look, but leaves with a "see you in a min" when you wave him away. taking a few deep breaths, you wipe your eyes and listen to phoebe's voice resonating through the stadium before you follow matty.

anyway, don't be a stranger...

[imminent-danger-came]

Yeah, David Breen had to write a tweet when the fan translated version of the Mandarin version of LMK came out. People were freaking out about Wukong being a deadbeat dad and debating on whether it was a d*ck move or Wukong recognizing that he had sh*t mental health and was not in the proper head space to take care of baby MK.

Also that memory? That was a vision MK had in Episode 3. He was helping Tripitaka with magic circle stuff, the vision broke in and interrupted the ritual, and all hell broke loose. It isn't an actual flashback to his childhood.

Thank you to the person who shared the screenshot in my notes! You're a real one. I'll put it here for easy reference:

First, I wanted to clear up that I didn't mean my questions in a "this is why it can't be true" way—cause it is true—but in a "these are the questions I have!" sort of way. I think that's how one person interpreted it and I'm like OH NO. MY QUESTIONS MEAN I'M INTRIGUED/WANT TO KNOW MORE I SWEAR.

Next, the visions in 4x03, 4x04, and 4x05 are different than what I think is a memory:

(4x03 The Great Tang Man) (Sending the curse one because like. what the fuck. what the fuck!)

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(4x04 Pig Napped)

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(4x05 Court of the Yellow Robbed Demon)

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These are the visions of Sun Wukong trying to find MK in the scroll. They're different from what Subodhi presses MK to remember ("Tell me of your childhood, your parents." "You do not remember?" "And what else?"):

See the difference?

Every vision MK has includes the same scenes, except this one. That's why I think it's a memory; that and the way it's framed, with MK closing his eyes in focus. The other visions from 4x03, 4x04, and 4x05 all are unprompted, being forced upon MK. Why make this last "vision" so different from the others? Why show Guan Yin (?) making the stone monkey? That would be because it's a memory—be it MK's, something from the scroll, or a mix of both.

Monkey King not being MK's dad doesn't equate to him not being involved—MK being born from the stone means that he doesn't have any biological parents, it's a weird grey area. I also just can't imagine that Guan Yin (if it was her) made MK on top of flower fruit mountain and that Monkey King was none the wiser (edit: lol it was NOT on top of flower fruit mountain. Anyways, carry on!). I also don't know what other reason Sun Wukong would choose MK to be his "successor".

"Monkey King was ripping his way through memories looking for MK, but kept coming back to the stone. He doesn't know why."

I'll be honest, "he doesn't know why" is SUPER vague (which is good, can't have a writer spoiling the whole show on twitter lol). So, Monkey King doesn't know why he kept going back to the stone...what does that mean exactly? It's vague and up in the air, and it's phrased in such a specific way that I can't help but feel like Breen is being purposely misleading.

Either way, I don't really see the problem with Sun Wukong being a dead beat dad. Like he's not MK's dad, but if he were I don't understand what the issue with that is. Sun Wukong is an interesting character, he means well but he can also hurt others through the distance he builds around himself. In 3x05 Amnesia Rules he literally says "Can you imagine what I would be like if I didn't have friend's? I'd probably turn into a manipulative jerk!" Well, currently all of his past friend's are dead and he is a manipulative jerk. And I love him.

Sun Wukong is nuanced. He doesn't make the right choice all the time. The way he treated the main gang in s3 was fucking shitty ("how could you lead us into this fight without a real plan!?"). But he also doesn't intend to hurt people. He always has his own reasons. And, when he finally realizes the pain he's caused, he tries to make amends and put himself on the line. People "freaking out" about Wukong being a "dick" (which he kinda has been this whole time, he's a little shit and I love him) just reeks of purity culture.

AND THE FUNNY THING IS, WUKONG SPEAKS DIRECTLY AGAINST THAT:

“Point is, mistakes happen, but so long as you leave the world in better shape than you found it, then it’s all good. Right?” (4x01 Familiar Tales)

Wukong makes so many mistakes all the time. I don't know why in this instance it would be one step too far.

There's also just so much we don't know. We don't really know anything about MK's origins, or why he was created, or who created him, or what everyone knows/doesn't know. But I will say, whatever it is I'm excited for it!

[nobodysdaydreams]

Doug Eiffel and/or Milligan for the Headcanon Ask game <3

Thanks Sophie! To thank you for all your wonderful comments on my fics, I will do both:

First: Doug Eiffel

Headcanon A:  realistic

Doing headcanons for Doug is tricky because I haven’t finished the podcast so what’s realistic or not remains to be seen. But I do think it’s realistic to say that if Doug made it back to Ann, and she was open to having a relationship with him as an adult and giving him a second chance, he’d be an amazing dad. He’s be so grateful to be back on earth, wouldn’t relapse, and would be the best dad/grandpa ever.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

I don’t know how Wolf359 ends. Is it too much to hope for Doug getting to yell some catchy pop culture reference catch phrase at Cutter as he’s dragged into the back of a cop car? Like “my how the tables have turned” or something like that, you know since Cutter got him out of prison and now Doug is testifying to put him in prison.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Despite being the one character in Wolf359 who seems to consistently be able, even under pressure, to stick to his morals and try his best to avoid killing, Doug is never able to view himself as a good person or a person whose life is worth saving. The whole “no one who matters ends up here” is something Doug would never apply to Minkowski or Hera, but he still applies it to himself because of what he did to Ann.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

When Doug makes it back to earth, Hera gets to live with him and be part of his family. I don’t care if you ship them or not, or if it’s a ship or not. I don’t care if you want Hera to be the house, still part of the ship, put in a human-like body, I don’t care. She is family, and she lives with Doug and Ann now.

Second: Milligan

This vary depending on book or show version of the character so I’ll keep it vague.

Headcanon A:  realistic

Milligan would do his best to help the helpers and everyone else who had their memories erased find their long lost loved ones. After being separated from Kate, he wouldn’t want anyone to live with that level of pain. In the show, he’s also do it out of some degree of guilt, since he vaguely remembers working for Curtain and is unsure if he was involved in the brain sweeping or not. Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

I have a REALLY good one for this. But I don’t want to spoil my own stuff. So I won’t. In my defense, Milligan would 100% do this and the only reason it wouldn’t be in the show is because they just don’t have enough run time for the plot line. Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Milligan having to grieve his wife again. He lost her three years before he lost Kate to some sort of illness (we can only speculate). He loses her, loses the memory of her, and then he has to find all her old stuff, see traces of her in Kate, and lose her all over again. Whether you head canon that he was able to move on and have a new relationship or not, either way, he’d have to go through this pain and it would be absolutely awful.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Show Milligan being friends with Curtain. I might add in my SOS authors note more detail about how realistic I think SOS actually is based on the show, and I do believe based on what they gave us that a storyline involving a backstory Garrison, Curtain, Milligan, and SQ’s birth parents working together was something that they might have planned for future seasons. But I think it’s slightly more likely they were just coworkers and that Milligan got used and stabbed in the back by Garrison and Curtain (who later stabbed each other in the back) rather than the (in my opinion) much better angst parade where they all actually cared about each other once. But a show’s run time can only take us to flashback land so many times, especially when you can’t get actors back and your show is on the verge of cancellation. So I get it.

[lizhly-writes]

Hello— ORV whump prompt because I’m Thinking So Many Things and want to see what cool authors like you think about it!

Scenario fic: one member is brought back to the event that led to the first meeting between the party. Of course it’s our Rat that disappears in a poof of sparkles, and of course KimCom think the first people to meet were KDJ and YSA so they rush to head to Minosoft… BUT!

a) on the way they pass a certain all boys school at Just The Right Time

b) LSK is there and knows the Truth and Freaks Out

c) they don’t find him in time and track him down when he’s on the verge of d**th

Dealer’s choice hehe!

hello! i finally sat down and started writing through this ask! i appreciate that you came into my askbox and immediately slammed the button on 'misery', always a fun time lol

anyway. i have ideas. unfortunately if i attempted to fully finished these ideas, you would probably see this ask either in a year with a full fic or in uh, never, so you get this.

There is a teenager.

She looks much like any other teenager bored out of their mind in class.  Chin propped up on one hand, other hand wielding a pan tapping out a distracted staccato on her notebook, perfectly in time with the tap-tap-tap of her foot, watching the blackboard up front but mostly watching the clock above it, waiting for everything to be done. 

She’s so sick of class.  Sitting in one place, trying and failing to listen to a teacher saying shit she doesn’t care about – ahhh, but she’s got to care about it, doesn’t she?  Gotta make sure she knows enough to score good on the CSAT, except that’s never going to happen because she’s got shit-for-brains, shit-for-grades.  At this point, wouldn’t it be easier just to drop out?  Who wants to live this kind of life?  Not her.  Not anyone else.  Who likes school?

…Yeah.  Jung Heewon was like that, as a kid.

“Hey, you,” Jung Heewon says.

That image of her younger self ignores her.  So does everyone else in her old middle school classroom.  The teacher drones on, uninterrupted – and it really is a droning, the kind of indistinct murmur you hear as background noise, only occasionally cut with actual lecture material.

Everything here is indistinct.  There’s a vague sense of blurriness about everything.  The faces of her teacher and the few classmates she remember are clear, or at least, almost clear.  Everyone else?  Faceless.  Unmemorable.

… Maybe that’s the point.

…

Yoo Sangah likes to think her memory is good, but truthfully, it’s hard to remember the faces of her middle school classmates when she hasn’t talked to them in years.  A few that she kept in contact with, sure, but everyone else, she’s likely to get wrong.

They’re in some kind of scenario space right now, and if the scenario is drawing things from her memory, that might be why everything is so… unclear.  Unreal, almost, the edges of reality soft instead of well-defined, only sharpening around her younger self as she files out of the classroom, chatting with – is that Ahn Minji?  Yoo Sangah hadn’t thought about her in years.

Things only get worse as they head outside. The younger Yoo Sangah is a beacon of clarity, but everything else is just fog, white and dense and casting a featureless pall over everything.

…No.  Wait.  Not quite.

…

Lee Hyunsung had taken some time to tear his eyes away from that boy he’d once been, talking to one of his seniors – “I guess I’m not really sure what to do.  I don’t have to think about it if I go directly into the military after high school, right?”  In the end, though, there wasn’t any use to paying attention to that sort of thing, not when he was alone.  He hadn’t entered the scenario alone, so where were the others?

Not in his school, he’d looked.  The only other thing he could do is go straight into that strange white fog, even if it meant he was walking blindly towards nowhere.

Except it hadn’t turned out like that.  In the backdrop of nothingness, he could make out a building, getting clearer and clearer as he ran towards it.  So well-defined – that had to mean something, didn’t it?  

…

Shin Yoosung pressed her nose against the glass of the window.  That building, the only one she’d seen in what felt like forever, was getting closer.  Maybe that was where the train would finally stop.

Maybe the train wouldn’t stop at all.

But no, that’d be weird, wouldn’t it?  There had to be an end to the scenario somewhere, and it couldn’t end if she was just stuck on a train that never stopped.  Or, well, maybe it could, but – the point.  The point was that the scenario had to have some way of ending it.  It couldn’t go on forever, that wasn’t any kind of proper entertainment at all.  That was just throwing an incarnation into an infinite commercial break, wasn’t it?  No dokkaebi would let that kind of scenario pass.

Yeah.  There had to be a way out, right?

[Ahjussi, are you there?] she sent up tentatively.  

Still nothing.  There had been nothing for a while.  But she had to keep trying, didn’t she?

…

Lee Gilyoung had been trying.

But there weren’t any bugs on this train.  Sometimes, he’d get the faintest impression that there was something there, and then – nothing.  If he could get a bug, any bug, he could – he didn’t know.  Scout.  Get some information.  Call a plague against anyone moving against him.  Something.

That was Plan A.  Plan A wasn’t working out, so he was stuck with plan B, which was this: if he kept running through this fucking train, he’d run out of carriages eventually.  He’d run into something eventually.  Maybe the conductor’s carriage, and then he could press some buttons and force it to stop, or maybe drive it into a building or whatever.

…

Yoo Joonghyuk pressed his hands into his eyes.

He’d really thought that he had died.  Ended regression three, back to the start at regression 4, back in that same train carriage all over again, and this time with a death he hadn’t even seen coming.

He’d died three times now, but the shock of it, even though it wasn’t real – hard to snap out of without a scenario in his ears telling to kill someone to live.

What had happened?  

There had been a scenario.  

He had been with his companions.  There had been a scenario, and Kim Dokja had vanished.  Then that subscenario had kicked in… what was it?

…  

[Sub Scenario  – Will to Survive]

Category: Sub (Personal)

Difficulty: ????

Clear Conditions: Help Incarnation, Kim Dokja, realize the will to survive.

Time Limit: ????

Compensation: ????

Failure: ????

…

Kim Dokja blinks.

He had the strangest feeling that he had forgotten something.  Something important.

…It can’t have been that important if he’s forgotten about it.  He’d already run through his list of things to do, anyway, not that the list was very long.  He supposed the right thing to do was to talk with somebody, but really, he had no one to talk to, so there wasn’t any point.

There was maybe Mother, but… no, she didn’t count.  He didn’t talk to her, he talked at her, and she never cared enough to give a response back.  If she, by some miracle, cared enough to be upset about what he was doing, then – well.  She could get over it.  There was nothing wrong with him enjoying the sunset.  There was nothing wrong with anything he did after that, either.

With that thought firmly in mind, he took one last breath of the air – cool, refreshing – and headed towards the edge of the roof.

[broken-clover]

🍓🔪🍬🦴🥤 :D

Wheeeee

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

Tbh you think I'd remember but I really don't. I have vague memories of making Pokemon OC's but wasn't really introduced to the concept of fanfiction until my older sister got me into Hetalia and I found out about it while looking up fanart. I think I've discusses it before, though, that I didn't feel confident writing full-on fanfic for the longest time because I was too terrified about writing characters OOC. Idk what exactly made me get over it, maybe GG just instilled enough brainrot I couldn't help it

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

See I dunno about 'weird' but I've done a lot of random shit I never thought would be relevant until I had to go look for it. Hard to objectively say what was the oddest so I'm just gonna make a list of some off the top of my head

-(I've repurposed a surprising amount of my learnings from mortuary for anatomical and medical reference)

-Giraffe/horse autopsy

-Introductory guides to Jamaican Patois

-"Can bats get polio"

-"Common clothing of Nepal"/"Common clothing of Tibet" (notable in that it ended up being relevant for half a paragraph)

-"Cheeses of Bhutan"

-"What is the highest proof alcohol you are legally allowed to buy"

-Profanities of numerous languages, including sign

-"How old are children before they can pronounce 'x'"

-Brazilian cryptids

-"least flammable bed fabrics"

-Treatment and recovery time of a PCL tear

-Step by step guides for kimono-wearing

-Bone throwing as a form of divination

-Adult clubfoot treatments

-"what type of video is security camera footage"

-"autoimmune diseases caused by stress"

-psychogenic stuttering

-how to replace/modify a clutch disk for a stick shift

-French homicide law

-Pyretic drugs

-LOTS of fish biology

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Probably in part due to oversaturation, but Bridget is just...kinda boring. I find her concept and story endearing and sympathetic, of course, but she doesn't have the same kind of complicated themes and bizarre lore that engages me like a lot of the series' other characters to the point where I can delve into it and get on that level of brainrot.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Can't simply say 'a.' I feel like I take a lot of bits from a lot of different stuff! I find I like to try and find 'weird' media frequently, though, I like seeing the bizarre concepts people can cook up and wonder if I'm not thinking outside the box hard enough. Likewise for horror, to a lesser extent

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

hweeeehhhh why do you always give me the tough ones. There's some really obvious picks, you and Jim and Roy and Crow, but I've probably done you all like three times already! Easy picks

Lemme see, if I wanna try and do something a little different than the obvious, I do have a couple recs! For anyone that's into Psychonauts, I totally recommend BabyCharmander (ESPECIALLY 'Cavity,' do not read anything else before you go into it, reading it for the first time hits you like a truck to the face) and The_Angst_Alchemist (Particularly if you're a Thorney Towers fan, they write the inmates with such panache and easily some of the best interpretations of Fred) It's a little more niche, but if you're an ARMS fan I recommend anything by MeltyMetroid, for a series that has such little lore they've written several incredibly fleshed out and well-constructed longfics (I'd recommend 'DisARMed' and 'Broken Mirror' for the plot-heavy jaunts and 'The Brass that Saved Christmas' if you want a good laugh)

Admittedly in general I don't pay as much attention to specific writers as I should, or the series I look for stuff for is so niche it doesn't really have dedicated writers

[astorythatwritesitself]

If you're taking the fluff asks, how about D, T, M, I, and E for shrios?

Devoted - how do they show they're serious?

By choosing life.

Things definitely like. Develop & they're into each other during the mission, it's only post-Omega 4 that either Shepard or Thane starts really like... truly acknowledging the weight of things. In the AU I'm working, it's Thane who takes the first step - the way I plan on playing things, I'm saving LotSB and Arrival for after the 'main' game, and LotSB sees Thane get hurt enough that he finally makes the call to stop for a while and get some help and see if he can't unfuck a decade of pointedly refusing more than symptom management (he'd actually spoken to both Miranda and Mordin privately before this to know if there were even options to consider, too, lol).

Adrian's end is a little trickier to notice tbh - but it's in when she's willing to discuss ideas about even like, a year into the future. Places she'd like to go. The fact she'd even talk about retiring from the Alliance, when before, she'd seen herself staying part of it until it killed her. Probably the strongest sign though, was her working to ensure some of her assets would go to Kolyat, in the event of her death - big move, from someone who never factored kids into their life, yknow?

Enchanted - what first caught their eye?

Honestly, the eyes play a strong part for both of them 😂

Adrian's end tbh was like - it's hard for her to recognize if she's experienced romantic feelings, but she absolutely knows if she's Into Someone or not - and her reaction to Thane was enough to warrant a note on her medical file because Mordin believes in keeping good track of any outlier readings 😂 Thane was gorgeous and the way he moved was almost mesmerizing - and Adrian was well and truly Gone the second she met his eyes lol. She's absolutely 'no arguing with people with eyes so dark they're almost black, whatever you say beautiful'.

Thane, meanwhile, knew Shepard by reputation and scattered reports - but seeing a dead hero in the flesh would make anyone pause, particularly when that first glimpse also has her smack-dab in the glory of Illium's sunrise. But it was her patience that registered most, the way she pulled her squad back and allowed Thane his prayers.

(And when Thane later thinks back on the experience, he realizes he was trying very, very hard not to read too much into things. Because there he was, on a mission he fully expected to end in his death, only to be intercepted by someone who /held/ his target's attention so he could finish the job, by someone whose eyes were lit gold in the sunrise.

The gods can be... /clever/ like that, sometimes.)

Intimate - what kind of dates do they like?

So you have a galaxy renowned assassin, and Commander-Goddamn-Shepard, what's their date night like?

Boring as goddamn fuck 😂 At least in some eyes.

They enjoy going to museums and botanical gardens, Adrian absolutely makes an aquarium one happen.

Buuuut also some folks swear up and down, hand to god, cross their heart(s) and hope to die, the two can occasionally be found dancing at small-scale clubs or venues when the music's right. (Absolutely ridiculous - everyone knows Shepard can't dance!)

(not that that stops her)

Memory - what's their favorite memory together?

Hard to say, but in terms of a shared one...

Possibly what is retroactively recognized as their first date - a trip to the Citadel, where Thane paid a visit to the temple, and would Shepard like to come along?

(Vague? Yes - only because I plan on writing it one day 😂)

Thoughtful - what small things do they do for each other?

They've got each other's favorite preparations of tea (& for Thane, coffee) down pat and often have it ready for the other. Adrian also takes a fair bit of pride in learning how to cook, and often uses her sleepless early mornings to put together something nice. Thane, meanwhile - he's not the photographer Adrian is, but he does start taking some, to better preserve and share things with her. (He also, during the events of ME3, has the fishtank VI sent to the Normandy.)

[alyss-kelly]

My opinion about Another Code : Recollection Part 1

First of all, I'm an old fan of the serie, so of course I compared the Switch compilation and the DS and Wii version.

I don't want to discourage people who are curious and want to play the game. If you're even a lil bit interested in them, play them, on DS, Wii or Switch, pick your poison and make your own opinion on it. Don't take my word as the absolute thing or whatever. It's not because I'm mixed about it that people shouldn't play it. Because I still think that a game that was, to me, very niche, from a studio that went bankrupt AND from 2005, is incredible. For a game like that to get a fully voiced remake almost twenty year after the release of its first installment, with most of the old crew working on them is to be celebrated ! Even if I didn't like everything, they still did an amazing job and I'm glad to see the franchise alive again in 2024.

I have strong feelings and I feel the need to share them to see if someone "relates" or not.

I may talk about spoilers but I'll try to limit them, be vague and put a warning before and after if I state it clearly.

Soo, now that this "introduction is over ~

In this essay I will

I have a LOT to say about Another Code Recollection. Good and Bad. Sadly, I have more things to say about the bad than the good. I have mixed feeling about it. I was very VERY excited when Recollection was first announced, I cried even, because I care about "Another Code Two Memories" and "Another Code R" A LOT, it's my childhood, they're in my top fav games list, they were very meaningful to me and I was sad it ended with Cing and with no hope of seeing the conclusion of Matthew's story. Even tho I was happy, I was still a bit scared about how they would adapt some of the puzzle on the switch. And I think I was right to have this fear. They did some cool things and others that I disliked.

I'll say my "+" and "-" and develop them further bellow each point.

+ Positive :

The graphism They're very nice, the characters's models are nicely done, the scenery and everything else is definitely a BIG glow up (mostly compared to the DS graphics)

The Redesign I like some of them a LOT, big glow up for almost everyone. I particularly love Charlotte and Janet. Charlotte finally looks her age! I kinda miss the old Matthew but his new version is also good.

Puzzles use the Switch motions thingy Just a few of them tho. I think that's cool, because they sadly don't use it very much in other games. And it's nice to see them try to replicate the same feeling you had with the DS and Wii games.

Confirmation of theories and new bits of story It's nice to see that after all these years. /!\SPOILER/!\ I'm thinking about Frannie's relative. /!\END OF SPOILER/!\

Musics They nailed the music; it still has that nostalgic and lonely vibe for Two Memories and the carefree with a hint of sadness vibe in R.

Voice Acting A very nice addition and very well done. I know there's English Dub but I played it with the Japanese voices. And being able to choose between them is nice.

Possibility to switch language That's maybe a very "me" + point, but the fact that I could change the game in every language available is cool. Even more for the jp, cause now if I want to I could try and practice my reading skills because there's an option to have katakana and hiragana on top of kanji. I just think that's neat.

Hint mode I just tried it in the tutorial but I think it's a nice touch for when you don't know where to go or how to resolve a puzzle.

Relationship between Ashley and D The way they would mimic each other poses was all I ever wanted. I love them a lot and seeing them being a little bit closer than I remember them to be in the DS version was great !

Art The new sprites are very pretty and it's nice to see the improvement the artist made. The endcredits was very pretty !

Flowchart & Map I like to see flowchart in any type of game, it's helpfull and pretty. I like that it was updated along with the story. And I also enjoy the map and the little commentary Ashley was "writing" on it.

End of Part 1

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

[heyitsjooooanne]

My father gave me an attitude and the silent treatment because I… [checks notes] offered him an alternative to something that he wanted

Ugh.

Just another day with my father being unhinged AGAIN.

How unsurprising (not really).

But let's rewind a little bit here.

On Sunday night (so yesterday), he called me over, asking for a flashlight to use. He wanted to use my mom's new flashlight because he said the light on it was really good.

I suggested he use the flashlight on his phone, because it's usually really good and bright, plus he'd been giving her an attitude and the silent treatment for a dumb and petty reason for a week now, so I wasn't really comfortable giving it to him (although I didn't say this out loud).

He insisted on getting her flashlight and when I told him I was just giving an alternate suggestion he said he didn't want me to say it and I told him that I'm gonna say it anyway.

BOOM!

That was all it took.

He swore in English under his breath and I left the room to get my mom's flashlight.

When I came back, I tried telling him that I had her flashlight, but he said "I don't wanna talk to you!" like an idiot with an anger problem.

Wait…

Why did I say "like"?

He IS an idiot with an anger problem.

(Not sorry. He gets no sympathy from me for making me feel anxious my whole childhood and making me feel tense and terrified now. From what I know, he had a traumatic and lonely childhood and was raised in a Spanish country in the 50's so basically toxic macho central. But still no excuse.)

So now he's not talking to me and my mom because he can't control his own disappointment over silly things.

-_-

It should also be noted that I never actually told him "no" (although it wouldn't have mattered if I did), I just offered him an alternative.

Me standing my ground and saying "I'm gonna say it anyway" is what drove him over the edge.

And you know what else really frustrates me about him?

Ever since I was a teen he would always tell me "control your emotions."

But he's the one who doesn't know how to regulate his emotions.

Seriously.

I still have this vague memory of him spilling a full cup on to the kitchen counter because he was upset with my mom over something.

Compare that to me in situations that stress me out where I either:

a) rant to people I trust (or think I can trust) through speaking or chat

b) write it down when I can't talk to anyone about it (like now, but I'll definitely be sending this post to my friend who is, of course, a young woman like me since it's hard for me to trust guys/men in general)

c) take a deep breath and try to stay calm

or

d) sob about it in private

And he has the nerve to make my mom pay his car repair bills while he's out spending money on Lottery tickets.

Yep.

He gambles money (instead of saving a little every month for emergency expenses) and then complains that he has none.

Funny how I barely have any money, yet, I never spend over my own limits.

But if I merely suggested he save his spare money instead of spending it on Lottery tickets when he's in a BAD MOOD?

Ooh, boy.

And my mom tried to justify it by saying we need a car, but now I'm not so sure she believes that anymore.

But yeah, just another thing to add to his long rap sheet.

X - emotional child/adult abuse X - physical child/adult abuse X - volatile personality/prone to fits of anger X - threats of violence and/or bodily harm X - gambling X - financial abuse

No wonder I'm so depressed these days.

[asireadiwrite]

i. The Lovers

a) They weren't on the same page and the conversation wasn't going anywhere.

b) Fumiko had planned to speak honestly (...) but she couldn't say it. She felt that saying it would be to admit defeat. (...) -she had her pride (...) So she hadn't spoken honestly. Anyhow ... it was too late.

----- this paragraph hit me more than I would like, for there were many similar incidents in my past that I would change in a heartbeat. The words I never let out because of vanity. Maybe, just maybe if I had said the words, my life would be so different now. But I can't change the past; all I can do is not pay a heavier price for this lesson in my future.

c) 'But what about the things that happen later?' 'I'm not sure what you're saying.' 'From now on ...' Fumiko chose her words. 'From now on - what about the future?' Kazu looked straight at Fumiko. 'Well, as the future hasn't happened yet, I guess that's up to you ...' she said, revealing a smile for the first time.

ii. Husband and wife 

a) It wasn't until later that she learned he could barely read or write. When she found out, she asked him how he managed to read all the long letters she wrote to him. Apparently, he just allowed his eyes to wander over them. Then he just wrote in his reply the vague impression he got from this gazing. But with the last letter, after casting his eyes over it, he was overcome with a feeling that he had missed something important. He read it word by word while asking different people to tell him what the words were - hence the long time it took to reply.

b)

You're a nurse, so I can only assume you have already noticed. I have an illness where I forget things.

I imagine that as I keep on losing my memory, you will be able to put aside your own feelings and care for me with the detachment of a nurse, and that you can do that no matter what strange things I say or do even if I forget who you are.

So I ask you never to forget one thing. You are my wife, and if life becomes too hard for you as my wife, I want you to leave me.

You don't have to stay by me as a nurse. if I am no good as a husband, then I want you to leave me. All I ask if that you can do what you can as my wife. We are husband and wife after all. Even if I lose my memory, I want to be together as husband and wife. I cannot stand the idea of us staying together only out of sympathy. This is something I cannot say to your face, so I wrote it in a letter.

c) The destination he made a note of were all the places that he had visited with her.

d) It seemed to her that he knew that her talk about him getting healed was a lie, but it was a lie he wanted to believe. Otherwise, she thought, he wouldn't have said "thank you."

iii) The Sisters

a) Water flows from high places to low places. That is the nature of gravity. Emotions also seem to act according to gravity. When in the presence of someone with whom you have a bond, and to whom you have entrusted your feelings, it is hard to lie and get away with it. The truth just wants to come flowing out. This is especially the case when you are trying to hide your sadness or vulnerability. It is much easier to conceal sadness from a stranger, or from someone you don’t trust. 

b) “Thank you.”

She dint know whether that one phrase could contain all these feelings or whether it conveyed how she felt. But every part of her at that moment was invested in those two words. 

iv) Mother and Child

a) "I don't know what I should do. I want my child to be happy. how can such a simple wish be so terribly scary?" she cried.

b) People don't see things and hear things as objectively as they might think. The visual and auditory information that enters the mind is distorted by experiences, thoughts, circumstances, wild fancies, prejudices, preferences, knowledge, awareness and countless other workings of the mind.

c) The present hadn't changed - but those two people had. Both Kohtake and Hirai returned to the present with a change heart.

the present dint change for Kohtakem but she banned everyone from using her maiden name and changed her attitude towards Fusagi. She would be with Fusagi to continue being his wife, even though she had vanished from his memory. Hire abandoned her successful bar to rejoin her family. while repairing her relationship with her parents, she was learning the traditional ways of the inn from square one.

d) The magazine piece on the urban legend had started. 'At the end of the day, whether one returns to the past or travel to the future, the present does not change. so it raises the question : just what is the point of that chair?"

But Kazu still goes on believing that, no matter what difficulties people face, they will always have the strength to overcome them, it just takes heart. and if the chair can change someone's heart, it clearly has it's purpose.

But wlth her cool expression she will just say "Drink the coffee before it gets cold."

[aziraphales-library]

hi there, there's tons of good omens fics where aziraphale turns human and doesn't remember anything of their past while crowley stays near and protects him/befriends him/ etc. Are there any fics where crowley is the one turned human? I couldn't find any fitting tags :((

Hello. We have a #turned human tag that you can browse. Here are some fics in which Crowley is turned human or loses his memory at least believes he's human, some of which will have already been recommended...

Every Atom Belonging to Me by triedunture (T)

Crowley is rendered temporarily mortal after a run-in with a-- Well, it doesn't really matter. What matters is he needs to eat and sleep and do the things humans must do if only for one night. Aziraphale can help with the eating bit, at least. A cozy, sweet evening with tea, drinks, food, poems, and warm blankets.

The Good Demon by HolyCatsAndRabbits (T)

In this AU fic, Hell thinks the demon Crowley isn’t evil enough to merit the title of demon. As punishment, they turn him mortal, and if he wants his old job back with his powers and immortality, he’s got to seduce and cause the Fall of some angel named Aziraphale, who is serving as a campus chaplain, running a group for queer youth. Crowley thinks the assignment will be easy, until he meets the angel and his students, and discovers the kind of found family that he’s always wanted. There’s just one little problem: Crowley is a terrible danger to them all.

feel my fortune tell me by nobirdstofly (E)

“And you bet… what? With whom?” “Oh, with me!” Muriel exclaims. “Mr. Crowley bet me that I couldn’t convince a customer I was human!” “Barmy woman,” Crowley fills in. “Think you could have told her the coatrack was a human.” He sounds so grouchy about it that Aziraphale wants to bundle him in a blanket and set him by the fire with spiked cocoa.

Crowley loses a bet and, temporarily, becomes a human. Aziraphale, predictably, frets.

Save Me by atimefeeler (T)

When Anthony wakes up in a hospital with no memory, he finds himself alone with nothing but a vaguely threatening note written in blood. In an attempt to save himself from an untimely death, Anthony goes about his life as if he wasn't currently suffering from memory loss. It really is too bad he can't figure out if his stunning partner if trying to kill him or not. Going on a date with him couldn't hurt, right? ... “Do you think perhaps you could come over to the bookshop?” Aziraphale asked, “I would so love to see you, dear.” “Yeah I- no!” Anthony nearly shouted and then clamped his hand over his mouth. “No? Why ever not?” “I can’t,” Anthony scrambled for what to say, “I’ve got-” ‘Diarrhea’ was on the tip of his tongue, but then Anthony caught a glimpse of his reflection in the black phone screen and blurted, “-an eye condition.” ... or- Crowley has no idea why his plan to pretend he doesn't have amnesia is proving to be so difficult. It might be because the poor guy is actually a demon.

Pray For Us, Icarus by Atalan (Series) (G-T)

For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

- Mod D

[stolencrownsofplenty]

GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Phoenix; Nix is even good if you want to keep from using a mouthfull of a name :D

pronouns — They/Them/He/Him/She/Her. I prefer any of these, but am cool with they/them used mainly for convenience.

preferred comms — Just prefer discord as my main communication. Tumblr IMs are used to either add someone or if they don't have a discord at all.

name of muse — The Emperor, or in some other cases The Lamb. (They do have a mortal name, but they don't remember it so dw about it.)

experience in RP — As far as memory serves, I have 10 years of RP experience under my belt. First started on Fa.cebook with an OC I've long forgotten due to it being a self insert, but eventually settled into tumblr when I discovered the website because of meme reposts. I did not know an RPC existed on here until two years in that the community was super active at that time. Went from FN.AF muses, Stev.en Uni.verse briefly, did Por.tal 2 muses for a few months, then got stuck with MS.A muses and CO.TL canon and OC muses to make up my whole history on here. I know my way to adapt to villain and hero personalities, and have years of character study with different personalities to know my way of getting the right nudge of perfecting a character personality.

Would that be enough to say I have a passion for a my craft? That's up for you to debate lmao.

best experiences — I vaguely remember getting my entire dashboard to go into a cursing (saying fuck) frenzy for a few hours when I was posting crack commentary with a few people I don't write with anymore. The RPC for MS.A was still pretty big and active back then in 2018, so when I followed a ton of those blogs, everyone kinda knew everyone; and thats where it started. I think it even went to non MS.A blogs too, but I won't too sure since I wasn't paying attention at that point.

pet peeves/dealbreakers — In general breaking boundaries one will set for their own well being. Yet another thing that turns me way off is not being matched with the same amount of enthusiasm I may have with interacting with someone. I do try my best to interact as much as possible, but it does put a damper on ones mood when the person at the end of me reaching out doesn't really reciprocate my interested energies. Yeah, irl stuff often comes first and whatnot, but if we haven't interacted during the first few months of following each other? I'll just unfollow and softblock, just to save myself my wasted time.

Sometimes people don't click and that's okay. It still sucks, but ya gotta move on with life though.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — i don't really have a preference, as I'm normally fine with whatever my rp buds may want to throw at me. Smut I may be semi-selective with, but its not off the table if I know you and your muse enough if that's something you're interested in. I'm still outta practice when it comes to that one, but in general I like to put my muses in situations and just let them react to it. Sometimes you can get the best threads (as long you guys got the base idea plotted out) with spontaneous works.

plot or memes — Got a preference for memes as icebreakers, but plotting does get that foot in the door as well. I like the icebreakers just to let people or myself put themselves out there because it gives people a chance to interact without the pressure of having to write someone out in major detail. But I do also prefer plotting with a loose guideline when me and my RP partner can be confident enough around each other with what we both may want out of an rp thread.

long or short replies — depends on my mood and how much energy/time i have to spare! typically though, i write longer replies; i like to give lots of detail and really set the mood with my posts. it doesn't super matter to me how much my partner writes tho, i kinda just do my own thing regardless...but shorter stuff has its perks, too. so i guess i can go either way!

best time to write —Whatever my muses is feeling tbh. I do not control how my muse energy works, but I do know I am the type of putting all my moves into one big attack and then having to rest for the rest of a gaming match sorta deal. Replies take a lot out of me and I have only a limited amount of spoons when it comes to it. I let my muse guide me and help keep them track on the way so it doesn't derail the entire thread.

are you like your muse?: I mean,,,,, They ARE a self insert I created for my own enjoyment and control fantasy, but I will say I do strictly follow the mun=/=muse rules; while my muse may be a murder and cannibalistic with a colony of followers who would die for them, I do not reflect my character. Anything that happens in fiction stays in fiction. I like my character because they help with the confidence boost, but I still keep them at a distance when it comes to "am I like my muse?" questions. I love them to pieces though as any OC creator is with their baby. Just gotta remember that if I ever met them irl I would run for the hills lmao.

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[snonkerdoodledreams]

Duality

a/n: cannot sleep rn!!! Yay!! its a brain rave up there if ya know what i mean (yfm). but this song reminds me of flying and i thought...what about flying like an angel?

and it's about someone who is suicidal. so tw for that. obvi.

The ending. Major. I was taught from childhood that major meant happy.

The beginning. Sad. Full of sorrow. Like my childhood. Someone lost, wandering, trying to find themselves.

The next part. Starting to build. Becoming hopeful. A teenager, becoming their own person. A bird spreading its wings. Budding confidence in its capabilities in life.

A preparation for the chorus. Of the hard parts of life coming. Preparing for what's out there.

An explosion next. Life. Exploring and swooping through her glorious struggles. The beautiful melody, like a reassurance, an explanation of going on.

The next part. New struggles, new insight, new opportunity now that I've reached adulthood. Swoops, ups and downs. Like life must have. Traveling through, so swiftly, so dazzled by everything there.

The piano's solo. The bridge. Hopelessness. Where I've given up and everything is at rock bottom. The orchestra slowly swooping in, being the reassurance of rising once more.

The crescendo-ing orchestra and drums, leading to the climax. Hope. Leading. Preparing for the final test of life.

The beat drop. Like a bird swooping through the world again. With so much more agility and dexterity than before. More knowledge, more insight. More seasoned to this struggle. Not beaten like it once was.

"And you will be okay

You will be alright

Just take my hand right now

And fly right toward the light," the piano sings.

The light. D Major. With the orchestra and the beat drops. Home. The final destination. A celebration of happiness. Reaching and attaining a new level of..spirituality? I don't know. But it looked golden.

Flying through life, is what I thought yesterday, apparently. Now...now I think I hear something else.

Sorrow. Despondency. A lost quality of life--is it worth it anymore? To keep on going, when everything seems bleak? Everything has blended into the same, mundane, boring, gray reality. No color. No vibrancy. None of the special zing to this existence that is, per say, "life".

A golden hand, a golden voice, a girl with golden eyes in the back of my head offers a solution to me. I stare at it. I feel the emotion rising within, as I consider this beautiful orb it has given to me. This wonderful idea. This completely doable action. I can somehow feel my soul rising as I look at it.

The implications of going through with this idea hit me, now. It's going to be hard. Stressful. It might hurt some people...but they'll manage in time. I don't think they ever knew me anyway.

I make my decision. Knowing that it means saying goodbye to the world. The people that love me, and I guess I love them back, because I don't want them hurt. But they'll be better off without a wreck like me ruining things, bringing the wrong worlds together. The things that I vaguely remember I used to love doing. The things that bring me no pleasure anymore. Nothing ever does.

This is why it is liberating. With this idea, I feel as if I am soaring the sky already. Amazing. Hopeful. A world of opportunity. Freedom from this suffocating existence and depression. Freedom from my own mind's torture and pain. The abuse of others. The jagged shards that is me, beautiful and broken. A morbid, but crucial reminder of what I need to do. The decision is set in stone.

Now. Now to plan. Now to discreetly say goodbye to everyone. Give my last hugs, my last smiles...their last memories of me must be good. Signing away my possessions. Writing up a will. Avoiding talk of the future, because I will not be written in it.

And now the horrifying part. Where I stare my fate in the face. Holding the weapon of choice, standing in a bathroom, a little frozen to be honest. Why am I hesitating now? There is a lump in my throat, and it is made of sadness. But it's only momentary--I've made this many preparations. I've come this far, and my mind is absolutely made up.

I raise it. I prepare myself to let it do its deed. I silently count down for no reason, letting it happen.

And I feel free. It's like flying, I imagine. Free of all the horrors of life. No longer weighed down by a body, by responsibility, by the quality of being human. Soaring through the sky, a lone soul, just as I was intended to be.

So happy now. So free. Filled with the exhilarating feeling of energetic serenity that I haven't felt since I was a child. The small morbidity of my actions hit me a little, but they are insignificant.

And now I am racing toward the final light source. D Major. It is golden, I am golden, I blend with it. Spirituality. I join, truly accepting my last resort...which wasn't a last resort at all, but a gift.

[advancedpottery217x2]

風景はせはしく明滅し続ける世界の考察について

You can let other people get into the details of the art philosophy discussions and the Naoya/Kei relationship in Sakura no Toki because there will be none of that here. Instead I will talk about one aspect of the game that really elevated it for me and how it made me realize something I love about Tokyo 7th Sisters and other media.

I will tell you right now that I did not expect to enjoy Sakutoki as much as I did. While I did enjoy certain parts of Subarashiki Hibi and Sakura no Uta, there was a lot of stuff to get through before I could feel that way. In that regard Toki hit me like a truck with how much more consistently I found myself thinking it was good, although I will never forgive the scene in Chapter III where Nei declares Mizusu Kei’s murderer and the latter rushes outside where Naoya finds her... trying to pet a cat.

I largely attribute this to how the concept of 刻 is embodied in the game’s atmosphere. On the most basic level, this is natural due to the game continuing the 10 year time skip that happened in Sakuuta Chapter VI. But what really enchanted me was the atmosphere, the ロマン imbued in the very passing of time. This would not have been possible without the foundations of 因果的交流電燈 that were built back in Sakuuta. In that regard between Sakuuta and Sakutoki, I felt the latter to be more of a “main” game. The glimpses shown in Sakuuta VI were more than enough to attune my sensors to it in Sakutoki and eventually find a way to put a concept I had brewed in my head for a long time into words.

This revelation first came in the scene in IV with Kei and Kenichirou on the bike. This scene is also a homage and origin really of the same scene in III with Mizusu and Naoya. I did find that scene fascinating as well but it really hit the second time around due to it taking place after Kenichirou discussing the link between mind and body, as well as the interaction of memory and the self. This was probably also something in Subahibi but I forgot most of that. So with that on the brain, the two of them set off, playing loud rock music as they watch the passing scenery. The term 流れるもの達 comes up again. Both the passing scenery and the music disappear beyond the horizon, making way for new sights, newly visible instants in the field of vision. In that moment my brain formed the connection between having 地続きfor things both visible and not:

時間経過(=連続性があること) + ロマン = 刻

Like all of the concepts swirling around in my brain, it is extremely vague. It’s the notion of cause and effect both realized and subconscious in everyday life and the strength of affections. Having time pass and characters reminisce about the past is not enough by itself. It’s not just talking about ossan things and growing older. Ideas passed from one person or generation to the next is something I would consider to very closely grasp the concept of 刻, but even then there is a measurable gap.These can be the most recognizable forms, but this is a not all rectangles are squares situation. ロマン is a critical factor but it is also much harder to pinpoint. I intend on expanding on this on a future post.

In Sakuuta, two of the scenes that got me the closest to crying were the Kenichirou epitaphs scene and in VI when Makoto makes her first reappearance and headlocks Naoya and Sakurako goes on about the legendary Yumihari art club those two participated in even though Naoya avoided ever talking about it in detail up until that point. つまりそういうものだぞ。（説明になってない）

In the case of Sakutoki, I felt it the most with Mizusu never telling Naoya the identity of her 師匠 while going on about their influence on her while Naoya notices in a brief moment in V, Naoya and Makoto being very casual during the majority of her route while having the last scene maintain that and have a proposal, and of course the evolution of the relationship between Naoya and Ai. The Gauguin quote and its relation to 春の大曲線 is a runner up. It’s absolutely a je ne sais quoi that I arbitrarily decide, and that is exactly why I find it so attractive as a concept.

Now presenting some screenshots with commentary that may or may not be related:

藍、お前……お前……

The presence of legally distinct brand names does portray their increasing ubiquity but I do think your knock off Shimamura shouldn’t have しわ in the name because it is a clothing store.

While Misuzu is this hilariously precocious child with unlimited stat points in art, I like the moments where she shows a certain kindness towards the world and you can tell this stance is possible thanks to her meeting with Kei.

I think this scene is the scene that got me closest to crying in Sakutoki. In the Sakuuta V Ai end, she is doing her best to comfort Naoya as he gives in to his self-loathing in the wake of a traumatic event. In Sakutoki V though, the fact that Naoya has started to move on ever so slightly and the weight of 10 years since that time pushing Ai to practically beg for Naoya to live to watch her final moments is at the same time heartbreaking and filled with a kind of love that is hard to express in words.

You could just describe that love as the kind that entails wanting to growing old with someone but that is something I find myself outright denying when I look at what Naoya and Ai have gone through up to this point. It may be close to 運命共同体 but going into the details makes it more delicious.

Naoya having this quiet reflective moment with Kei’s “origin” near the very end is good.

Some other things I feel execute 刻 well are the 櫻子さんの足下には死体が埋まっている novels and Soukyuu no Fafner. For Sakurako, seeing both Shoutarou and Sakurako grow over the course of the series and dealing with things like the effects of grief and loss over time and ending in a fitting finale was quite the experience that I didn’t think I would get so into after having watched the anime (if you’re reading this kadokawa give us season 2). I was similarly impressed with the lengths Fafner takes with the ここにいる theme and the Exodus 2nd cour opening really makes everything come together; the first time I saw it seeing the Right of Left characters was what really got me. god exodus was pure kino just rewatching this OP for this post makes me emotional uoohhhh (still haven’t finished the beyond here haha...).

There are many other things that partially embody this concept that I like such as the Tears to Tiara series and what the Ace Attorney seven year gap could be if they did more things with it. Honorable mention goes to how finally playing Gyakuten Kenji 2 helped me fully accept Edgeworth becoming the chief prosecutor. Of course 刻 is not a requirement for me to like something but it can considerably raise the chances when it hits.

Now what does this topic have to do with Tokyo 7th Sisters? Before you go any further go read this article reviewing the main story, especially if you have no interest in the game/story otherwise. Even if you do read it anyway because it’s a good article that introduces some of the things I will be talking about. Then go and play the game and read the story for yourself instead of reading this blog post.

If it were not for Tokyo 7th Sisters (aka Nanasis) I may have note even written this, because in my mind it is the number one thing I associate with my previously unarticulated concept of 刻. This is not anything out of the open mind you, as the seeds of this idea first got planted when I was playing Sakuuta.

In Nanasis the words アイドルはアイドルじゃなくてもいい form the backbone of the entire series. It’s a phrase that I’ve thought about a number of times when reading the stories of that game and even now years after the final chapter I still struggle with finding a concrete interpretation of it. While it does deal with both the “outer” aspects of idols seen by others and society at large and the “inner” aspects of the characters’ ideals and visions of the self that clash with those external forces, at the end of the day they are words of affirmation and of the self. The “answers” presented at the end of Episode 6.0 fits in splendidly with the ‘i-DOL n-EW g-ENERATION‘ found in the game’s logo and the concept of ‘ing=進行形’ presented throughout the game.

With that in mind I came across these lines in Sakuuta VI. The first line clearly correlates with the phrasing of アイドルはアイドルじゃなくてもいい and the following ones are very reminiscent of the themes present in Nanasis. And just as in Sakuuta/Sakutoki, these themes are only strengthened by the depiction of 刻.The events of the game occur because the Seventh Sisters broke up two years before the start of the game, and it does not shy away from the overwhelmingly negative effects this brings to idols. I first found myself invested in game’s story with Episode 4U, which is about a band (explicitly not idols, although they do have cards in the game) led by a girl who despises idols after the the advent of the “idol ice age” forced her to realize their innate impermanence. The only other idol game I had played before this was Love Live School Idol Festival so it came as quite the surprise to me. Later on the shady parts of the entertainment industry and the question of if how someone can maintain themselves under the weight of it all come up and while it is easy to sum it up as some “dark idol story unlike the other ones,” I think it is more a matter of the presence of 刻 being a perfect match for the impermanence of idols.

Because idols are impermanent, it is important to keep in mind your own unique relationship to the concept. In Nanasis the role of idols as people who can 一瞬でも誰かの背中を押す is greatly emphasized and the songs are no exception.

The lyrics of 僕らは青空になる

一瞬でも　カケメケルイマは 確かに想いと手が重なりあった

and FUNBARE☆RUNNER

いつか誰かの光になるんだ 想いのたけ手渡すように 君とつなぐバトン 終わらない夏の始まりを見てる 見上げれば青と入道雲

地続きである想い、明滅するひかりが交流する瞬間がアイドル物で書かれたとk感じ取った途端、より一層ナナシスのことが好きになった。それこそ「たった一つの想いを閉じ込めた、永遠であり、瞬間」を彷彿とさせるくらいのものだ。傲慢な結びつきと言われたっていい。

I could probably also connect this with 弱き神 but I don’t think I understood it enough...

And like Sakuuta/Sakutoki, Nanasis is no stranger to large amounts to passing time. Episode 5.0, the one released after Episode 4.0 sends the timeline forward to 2043 when 4.0 took place in 2035.

The emotions felt from seeing this video out of nowhere were unparalleled. Besides the obvious point of seeing the idols that were children grown up it was then that I felt Motegi truly understood 刻のロマン and the resulting scenario did not disappoint in that front. I feel the fact that this released before 6.0 is a result of this understanding.6.0 advances the time from 4.0 to 2036, where even more harrowing developments than 4.0 await. But due to the existence of 5.0, you know that the image of “idols” 777☆SISTERS holds will continue to the new generation, which helped tremendously when reading 6.0. The credits of this final chapter feature the future plans of each of the 12 members of 777☆SISTERS to further show how they will continue to grow no matter what path in life they take.

I really do love Nanasis and I never knew it would become my favorite story in a mobile game when i first downloaded it nearly eight years ago. While the story team is now different than before, they’ve taken the timeline even further into 2053 (with a completely different player character) and I wonder what they are planning to do with that.

刻 is a crucial element in Sakutoki and Naoya’s final painting in V is the embodiment of this. While it is indistinct, the act of trying to define it for yourself is also important so if you managed to make it all the way down here I encourage you to think about it on your own.

そこにロマンがなければならない。

時間がなければならない。

音楽も、風景も、地平線の彼方へ消え去るように。

つまり刻とは、

足が立つ、この大地。