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Alright don't look at me. This post is going to be very large because I am 3 weeks behind oops. So here we go with Week 4/5/6 of

Nicole Reads A Lot of Fanfiction (and she's gonna share it with you)

And also don't look at me about saying there would be an influx of older Sterek, okay? The Buddie brainrot is hard to beat.

Sterek: 6 Buddie: 33 (Buddie is all below the Read More :) )

BONE APPLE TEETH

"good boy" by quackquackcey | @quackquackcey (2025•E•10.8K)

Stiles doesn’t think his senior year can get any worse with his best friend turning rabid every full moon, until he finds himself stuck with a massive black wolf overnight that doesn’t even like jerky. But on the bright side, the hot guy with the half-dying sister he met at the gas station seems to be in town for a bit, so there’s still a chance that his senior year, his supposed best year of high school, isn’t a complete lost cause…right? That is, if he can manage to juggle the sassy wolf that he takes care of at night and the hot guy that asked him out on a date for some reason.~ 🐺🍕

You're My Sanctuary by lilmissdaydreamer (2022•E•33.4K)

The Argent Wolf Sanctuary. It’s been Stiles’ dream since he was five years old to work with the wolves, ever since his mother took him up there to see the magnificent creatures on one of their ‘full moon runs’ that the Sanctuary does once a month. The wolves are beautiful and much larger than Stiles would’ve thought, or at least, the newest wolf is. The owner had said he’s a special breed. Stiles just didn’t realize quite how special he is.

The Accidental Stilinski by DaisyBeats | @jos-corner-of-the-world (2025•GA•4.2K)

Eli starts his first day at lacrosse practice being mistaken for Stiles. Eli just rolls with it We all love a good unhinged Coach Finstock moment

Badlands by write_light | @write-light (2024•E•33.4K)

Sterek AU as camp counselors / ranch hands from different worlds, meeting in the mountains over three summers, and falling in love but living separate lives. They're only truly free in the endless high altitude summers that never last long enough and can never return the same way twice. Will they find a way to do this forever and just be together? Beacon Hills holds no monsters, but terrible creatures fill the lands around Hale Ranch, high in the Colorado Rockies. Nature walks and howling wolves, bucking bulls and stars overhead, and two boys who need each other more than they’ll ever admit.

begging you to stay (if it isn't too late) by MonsterRae1 | @monsterrae1 (2025•E•15.6K)

“Why?” He asked in between broken sobs “Why did he leave us, dad?” Derek hadn’t know what to answer, he hadn’t known how to explain to their perfect and sweet boy that they had struggled with their marriage for a long time, that they loved each other very very much, that Derek would always love Stiles, but he wasn’t going to force him to stay somewhere he didn’t feel loved anymore. Stiles had wanted more, and Derek couldn’t give him that. * Or, after getting injured on a mission, Stiles is forced to recover under the watch of his ex husband, feelings occur.

Stay the night, stay forever by Helloloveyes (2025•E•9.7K)

Stiles met Erica, Boyd and Isaac on three different occasions, their friendship saved him from the loneliness he carried. Then they introduced him to Derek Hale, a man that changed Stiles' life forever. After failing in love and still suffering the consequences, Derek wasn't expecting to find someone like Stiles, so perfect for him it hurt.

Firelight by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•E•61.2K)

When, in the worst of missing Christopher, Eddie suddenly finds himself having literally turned into a monster, Buck - who is also dealing with a newfound hearing loss diagnosis - is willing to do anything to protect him. Even from himself. OR: Eddie is a creature from Swedish folklore, feat. HOH!Buck

i can read between your lines (dizzy from the spinning) by buckleydiazy | @buckleydiaz (2025•E•4.3K)

“So, theoretically,” Eddie sounds absolutely delighted, “if we didn’t know each other, you’d hook up with me in a public bathroom?” “Theoretically—I mean, do you want a serious answer?” Eddie hesitates for a moment. “Yeah,” he says quietly, all traces of humor gone from his voice. “Tell me.” “Probably,” Buck says. Then a little firmer—“Definitely.” aka: Buck and Eddie have phone sex.

save all your questions for the end by lady_ragnell | @theladyragnell (2025•T•9.3K)

She’s got that pitying expression that always puts Eddie’s hackles up, the widows-and-orphans face, and she’s looking at Buck and Chris as Chris whoops his way down the slide and Buck watches carefully as he catches himself at the bottom. “He must miss his sister very much,” she says. “They look so much alike.” In which someone makes a totally logical, if heteronormative, assumption and Eddie loses his damn mind about it.

making me crazy (really driving me mad) by sunshinelester (2025•E•4.9K)

“Fuck, Buck,” Eddie muttered against his skin, his voice rough and strained. “You smell… good.” Buck’s mind was spinning, conflicting emotions rising in his chest until he felt like he would explode. The alpha in him wanted to growl and nip at the older man’s audacity. To treat him like a potential mate? To look at him like he wanted to swallow the younger man whole? This wasn’t normal. Alphas didn’t act like this with each other, especially not during a rut where the instinct to mate was at the forefront of their minds. And yet. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

Eddie was in a rut. As a fellow alpha, Buck didn’t think much of it; not until he had the older man pressed against his back with sharp canines scraping on his mating gland.

a buck caught in headlights by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•M•6.1K)

After going to a queer club together, a drunk Buck and May call Eddie to bring them home. Completely forgetting who is driving, Buck ends up confessing his love for Eddie to May... with Eddie in the front seat. -- Okay,” Buck says to himself as he fishes out his phone from his pocket. The bright light hurts his eyes and he has to put it far away from him, not unlike Bobby trying to read a meme without his reading glasses. The thought makes him giggle. “Who do we call?” “Ghostbusters,” May says, snickering. It takes Buck three tries to unlock his phone. “Hmm… Hen, Karen, Maddie – nope, she needs her beauty sleep. Uh… Eddie, Chim-“ “Eddie!” May says excitedly. She smiles at him, “I love Eddie! Eddie is awesome.” Buck nods, “He really is. I will call Eddie.”

Canine Teeth In The Side Of My Neck by RighteousPunk (2025•E•5.9K)

Eddie’s skin is pale, cold under his touch, yet, something feels different. It’s not pale, cold, is about to die skin he’s used to touch on the worst of emergencies. Their gloves usually don’t manage to hide the feeling that comes with someone who’s on death’s door. And then, it hits him. There’s a hue in Eddie’s eyes, something he’s sure was never there before. In the dim lights of the loft, Eddie’s eyes are shining red. And through Eddie’s slightly opened lips, two white canines are perking out.

Or, Eddie arrives wounded at Buck's loft, and Buck learns a new truth about his best friend.

Ace of Hearts by glorious_spoon | @glorious-spoon (2024•T•9.6K)

"Though—and I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but since you and Natalia are over with now, I've been wondering…" Maddie pauses, watches Buck make a face like he's bracing to be smacked. "What happened with Eddie?" Buck stops wincing and just blinks at her for a second. Then he says, "What?" "You two were dancing around it for so long, and then… what, it just didn't work out? Was the date really that bad?" She's expecting another wince, or even for him to duck out of the conversation entirely, but instead Buck is staring at her like she's grown a second head. "Maddie. I've never been on a date with Eddie." - Or: the poker game was a date. It takes Buck a while to catch on, though.

shoulder the sky (let the rain come) by literalmetaphor | @absolutelybifurious (2024•M•44.5K)

There’s too much heat. The flames crackle and curl in the busted windows. The house is only two stories high. If Buck would listen, if he’d turn around and get out – he could be at the door, he could be out of the fucking blast radius. But Buck’s still standing in it. Eddie is cursed. Like he has been for years. Eddie is the blast radius. OR Eddie Diaz is cursed.

Parabola by semperama | @semperama (2025•T•4.6K)

“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” Eddie turns toward him, mouth quirked, brow furrowed, like Buck has just said something sort of silly. Like he’s talking about curses again. “What?” “I mean. Like.” Buck twists his fingers together in his lap and looks down at them. “You need to change it so your parents will be his guardians, right? If something happens to you.” “What?” Eddie says again, and he doesn’t sound amused this time.

you'll find you again by rangerdanger (mxgicxltrxgedy) | @call-me-medusa (2025•E•4.6K)

“Eddie,” Buck asks again, punctuating each word as he repeats his question, “What did you want to do?” Eddie can barely remember how they got here in the first place. “Give myself joy.” “Give yourself joy.” Buck repeats. “Now, how are you going to give yourself joy if I come and get you off myself?” - Or, Eddie's learning how to want joy for himself.

A Million Stabs Is All It Took by hearmyplea (2025•T•18.2K)

Eddie wants a tattoo after returning from deployment. The fact that his tattoo artist, this Evan guy, is affecting him this much shouldn't be examined.

from your point of view by MacksDramaticShenanigans | @stevethehairington (2025•T•4.3K)

“Hey, Buck,” Eddie not-quite-slurs. It’s a close thing, though. The glass in his hand is his fourth— no, fifth, and wine always hits him so much harder. He’s bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and loose-limbed on the couch, pressed so close to Buck he’s half in his lap. Buck’s got a steadying arm around his waist— couldn’t avoid the draw to touch even if he wanted to. “Hm?” Buck asks, feeling a little buzzy himself. “Buck,” Eddie repeats. “You’re bicyc—bisect— bisexual.” Buck laughs at Eddie’s stumble. Smiles bright, proud, and nods. “I am,” he agrees. “Have you ever—” Eddie’s winestained mouth purses; his brow furrows thoughtfully, “— have you ever thought about me?” He sways forward, widens his eyes purposefully, whispers, “Like, y’know.”

white house AU by buddiebuddie | @buddie-buddie [Part 1 & 2]

buck is the president of the united states and eddie is the secret service agent in charge of his security detail. shenanigans ensue.

Ink Flowers Into My Skin by hoveringcat9 | @hoveringcat9 (2025•T•4.7K)

Buck feels adrift, he’s fed up of dating and his search for the right tattoo artist has been fruitless. Luckily Karen has a new friend up to the job and more. For Week 7 of Winter of Buddie - Prompt Floral

kiss me on the mouth and set me free by keiro (2025•E•3.6K)

“It’s alright , it’s alright… I got you,” Eddie whispers on his skin, punctuating the end of the phrase with a kiss. When he speaks again, his voice is a tone lower, words rasping out of his lips. “Eyes on me, Buck.” Buck forces himself to open his eyes, and he’s just in time to see Eddie staring right at him, opening his mouth just a little while he holds his arm. Buck sees the way Eddie’s fangs expand, a gasp stuck on his throat right as they sink into his skin. - Eddie bites Buck, what comes next is a consequence.

He touched me, so I live to know by KejfeBlintz (2025•T•4.1K)

Eddie was jostled as Buck crashed down beside him, drinks in hand. The bar was packed so six of them were jammed in a booth designed for four. Eddie shot a quick apologetic look at Ravi, who had been squashed against the wall with Buck’s ungainly arrival. Buck handed out everyone’s drinks then pushed himself close to Eddie to fit on the bench, elbowing him in the ribs. “Watch it, Buckley,” Eddie groused, elbowing him back. “You watch it, Diaz,” Buck replied, kicking his ankle. “How about you both watch it,” Ravi grumbled as he was shoved against the wall again. “Be easier if there wasn’t a literal giant taking up all this space,” Eddie complained, “dude, when did you get this broad?” “These are lifesaving muscles, Eddie, don’t be a hater.” Or, 5 times Buck and Eddie touched, and one time they really touched.

An Angry Blade by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•M•43.8K)

Buck finds out that the curse of Billy Boils is VERY real, and far more complicated and dangerous than he could have expected.

H-E-A-T-A/B/O: A Buddie Anthology by Bucksbelly (drarryweasley) | @bucksbelly [WIP] (2025•E•20.9K)

An anthology of Buddie one-shots based in omegaverse settings. These stories are NOT connected; they each have slightly different lore and can be read in any order! Brought to you by I wanted to write my favorite trope but couldn't decide how to do it so I wrote a bunch of them

Pain's like cold water by shadowkatninjawarrior (2024•M•75.2K)

Evan Buckley had lived a lie for sixteen years and it was going just fine. Until the truth started spilling through his fingers. Or, Omega!Buck has been pretending to be an alpha for more than half his life and everything changes when Eddie finds out.

faded from the winter by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•T•9.9K)

Eddie struggles to bounce back after the shooting. Buck starts leaving him with his service dog, Cranberry.

gravity in between us by charmingqueenie | @alexisrosemullens (2025•T•16.7K)

Eddie’s not used to explaining his relationship with Buck. Everyone in LA just knows what they are. They’re Buck and Eddie. There isn’t one without the other. He knows that he’s been vague about what Buck is to him with his new coworkers. He knows this and yet he can’t stop himself. The first few times were an accident. He doesn’t mean to be vague and what he said could imply platonic. This time though. or Eddie accidentally implies that he's dating Buck to his new team in El Paso.

We're Overdue for a Revival by BespectacledBunny | @bespectacledbunnys (2024•M•60.8K)

“If I had,” Chris lingers on the words, watching Eddie intently through the screen, “If I had conditions?” Eddie feels his stomach knot up. It’s the first time Chris has ever alluded to a willingness to come home. Usually he just shoots Eddie down with a flat “I know” before hurrying off the call. Eddie Diaz will be damned before he lets this chance slip through his hands. “Anything,” his voice rings with desperation in his own ears, “Whatever you need to feel ready to come home. If I can make it happen, I will.” Chris eyes him, young face serious as a judge presiding over trial. An apt comparison because only Chris could condemn or parole Eddie. His fate is in his son’s hands so completely that if he was going to therapy, Frank would probably be concerned. Finally, Chris opens his mouth and says something so earth shattering as to crack the foundations of his father’s mind. “Marry Buck,” Chris says firmly.

cat-astrophic by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•T•5.5K)

Buck falls in love with a kitten. The kitten falls in love with Eddie. (Buck doesn't blame her.) -- It doesn’t take long before a familiar truck approaches. Eddie looks unimpressed as Buck gets into the car, holding the kitten tightly to his chest. “I’m surprised it took you this long to pick up a stray.” Buck snorts, “Well, you picked me first, so.” Eddie shakes his head, starting to drive again. “I didn’t pick you. You just appeared.” “Well, this one just appeared as well,” Buck tells him. “I couldn’t leave it, Eddie. What if a predator eats it?”

What if All I Need is You by serenelystrange | @serenelystrange (2025•GA•2.9K)

“Does Ravi actually think me and Eddie are dating?” “Maybe,” Chim says after a moment of consideration. “Or he’s just really good at fucking with you.” “50/50,” Hen agrees. “Eddie doesn’t even like men,” Buck says with a frown. “I asked.” “Of course you did,” Chim says, dropping his head into his hand with a murmured whisper of Jesus Christ.

oh brother, I see (you burn like me) by canadadry (2024•M•47.9K)

Adriana doesn’t tell their parents that she’s going to LA. She doesn’t tell Eddie, either—or ask, for that matter. She does ask Chris, and he thinks it’s a good idea—says as much, on the phone, and doesn’t say much else. “Buck will probably be hovering,” is what Chris does volunteer. It still surprises her when the man who opens the door is not Eddie. It’s—Captain America, is the thing that actually comes to mind—a man close to a foot taller than she is, if not more than that, with blond curls and broad shoulders, and he’s got a question in his very blue eyes that’s probably less friendly than the one he actually asks her. “Uh,” he says. “Can I help you?” — Or: Adriana arrives in LA. Maddie has been here the whole time.

Don’t hang up on me, cause I’m hung up on you by creatures_that_dont_die | @creatures-that-dont-die (2025•E•5.8K)

“What are you making for dinner?” “I was just going to reheat some leftovers,” Buck says. Eddie makes a noncommittal noise on the other end, sounding almost disappointed. “What, were you hoping I’d make you something?” “No, I—” Eddie hesitates, then sighs. “I sort of wanted to listen to you cook.” The softness in his voice shifts to teasing. “You talk so much while you do it, I figure it’ll fill all the silence here. But I can just watch TV instead, once I figure out how to—” “No, no, I’ll cook something. Only because you asked so nicely. I’ll put you on speaker, okay?” As Buck sorts through Eddie’s fridge, deciding what he can throw together, he and Eddie fall into their usual chatter. When he’s at the stove, facing away from his phone resting on the table, he can almost imagine that Eddie is here with him and not 800 miles away. (Buck and Eddie talk on the phone almost constantly, and one thing leads to another.)

one way out and we're gonna find it by atlasblue85 | @atlasblue85 (2025•T•6.9K)

He just needed a little more time, is what he kept telling himself. A little more time to work through it and he’d be okay, wouldn’t feel like there’s a vice grip over his heart and lungs and the voices of his childhood priests in the back of his head at the thought of being seen in public with a man. There’s tears rolling silently down his cheeks now as Buck cradles him, and he finally manages to whisper, “How’d you do it? Go on a date with a guy, in public?” “Eddie?” Buck’s hands still from where they’ve been rubbing soothing patterns across Eddie’s back. “I don’t– I can’t–” Eddie tries, but he can’t make the words come, and he grips Buck’s shirt tighter instead.

younger than clouds by seachanged | @spacesongs (2025•T•1.1K)

When Buck drifts back awake the sun is about to drop over the horizon, its last light bathing the cabin in buttery pinks and corals. Eddie is leaning against the kitchen island dressed in a pair of boxer briefs that appear to be Buck’s, at least judging by how low they hang on his hips.

check me out and take me home by prioritizelove (2025•GA•1.4K)

“Chris really likes you, you know. One time–” Eddie laughs, “One time I brought him here during the evening, so you weren’t here, and he was literally pouting when we left. Said the librarian at the desk wasn’t as good as his friend Buck and ended up just checking out one of those, uh,” he waves a hand, “wimpy diary books.” Or Buck's a children's librarian and Christopher is his favorite patron. He'd be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to seeing Christopher’s dad as well.

Meet Me in the Middle (Underneath a Little Bit of Mistletoe) by Princessfbi | @princessfbi (2022•E•40.2K)

“I’m sorry…” Eddie said, holding his hand out to stop the tumble of words falling from Buck’s lips. “You want to what?” Of all the things he thought Buck wanted to talk about at breakfast, the breakfast Buck had asked Eddie if he wanted to grab at the end of their long shift, this was nowhere near it. “Fake date.” Buck repeated with all the confidence in the world that Eddie didn’t believe for a second because what Buck was proposing was insane. “For the holidays.” aka Buck and Eddie agree to fake date each other to get through dinner with their parents during the holidays!

Face to my face by EtoileGarden | @etoilegarden (2023•T•46.5K)

“Is your birthmark genetic?” Bobby asked, raising his eyebrow at Buck over the salami he was slicing. “Does it match one of your parents?” Buck spoke through the slice of salami he’d snuck into his mouth. “Nah,” he said. “I’m the first.” “Maybe your kids will have it,” Hen suggested. “If you end up having kids.” “Poor kids,” Chim said, patted Buck on the back. “I can not imagine that was a kind birthmark to wear during school. Kids are mean.” Buck tried to laugh it off. Was filled with the cold memory of his classmates teasing him. He’d managed to bluster his way into popularity as a teenager - once he’d shot up and became broad in all the right places. But before that? “Maddie - my sister - she always said I looked cool,” he said in an attempt at bravado. “I think - I think - I was fine.” Or - another dad!Buck fic because I always love writing baby fics. Eventual Buck/Eddie.

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Keepers of the Lost Cities Chapter 1

Here it is folks. The beginning. I really really hope this goes well ;-;.

UPDATE: I'm dropping the link to the fic on google docs so I don't abuse Tumblr :)

UPDATE UPDATE: We're up to chapter 6! Once we get to chapter 10, I might attempt to draw something. Sidenote, I might actually cry if someone made fan art of my oc or any of the 'bonus scenes' I add into the book.

UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE: Y'all, we're at chapter 8 now. I might randomly post two chapters in a day, depending on the length of the chapters.

KOTLC BOOK REWRITE!!

Chapter 1

Sophie

“Miss Foster!” Mr. Sweeney’s nasal voice cut through Sophie’s blaring music as he yanked her earbuds out by the cords. “Have you decided that you’re too smart to pay attention to this information?”

Sophie forced her eyes open. She tried not to wince as the bright fluorescents reflected off the unnecessarily vivid blue walls of the museum, amplifying the throbbing headache she was hiding.

“No, Mr. Sweeney,” she mumbled, shrinking under the glares of her now staring classmates. She pulled her shoulder-length blond hair around her face, wishing she could hide behind it. 

This was exactly the kind of attention she went out of her way to avoid. Why she wore dull colors and lurked in the back, blocked by the other kids who were at least a foot taller than her. 

It was the only way to survive as a twelve-year-old high school senior. 

“Then perhaps you can explain why you were listening to your iPod instead of following along?” Mr. Sweeney held up her earbuds like they were evidence in a crime. 

Although to him, they probably were. 

He’d dragged Sophie’s class to the Natural History Museum in Balboa Park, assuming his students would be excited about the all-day field trip. He didn’t seem to realize that unless the giant dinosaur replicas came to life and started eating people, no one cared. 

Sophie tugged out a loose eyelash—a nervous habit—and stared at her feet.

There was no way to make Mr. Sweeney understand why she needed the music to cancel the noise. 

He couldn’t even hear the noise. 

Chatter from dozens of tourists echoed off the fossil-lined walls and splashed around the cavernous room. But their mental voices were the real problem. 

Scattered, disconnected pieces of thoughts broadcast straight into Sophie’s brain—like being in a room with hundreds of TVs blaring different shows at the same time. They sliced into her consciousness, leaving sharp pains in their wake. 

She was a freak. 

It’d been her secret—her burden—since she fell and hit her head when she was five years old. She’d tried blocking the noise. Tried ignoring it. Nothing helped. And she could never tell anyone. They wouldn’t understand. 

“Since you’ve decided you’re above this lecture, why don’t you give it?” Mr. Sweeney asked. He pointed to the enormous orange dinosaur with a duckbill in the center of the room. “Explain to the class how the Lambeosaurus differs from the other dinosaurs we’ve studied.” 

Sophie repressed a sigh as her mind flashed to an image of the information card in front of the display. She’d glanced at it when they entered the museum, and her photographic memory recorded every detail. 

As she recited the facts in a droning tone, Mr. Sweeney’s face twisted into a scowl, and she could hear her classmates’ thoughts grow increasingly sour. They weren’t exactly fans of their resident child prodigy. 

They called her Curvebuster. 

She finished her answer, and Mr. Sweeney grumbled something that sounded like “know-it-all” as he stalked off to the exhibit in the next room over. Sophie didn’t follow. 

The thin walls separating the two rooms didn’t block the noise, but they muffled it. She grabbed what little relief she could. 

“Nice job, superfreak,” Garwin Chang—a boy wearing a T-shirt that said BACK OFF! I’M GONNA FART—sneered as he shoved past her to join their classmates. “Maybe they’ll write another article about you. ‘Child Prodigy Teaches Class About the Lame-o-saurus.’” 

“Hah. You only wish they’d write articles about you Chang.” A short blonde walked up to Sophie’s side, tilting her head towards her. “Don’t worry about him, Soph.” 

Quinn Parker was a presence not easily ignored. She was also Sophie’s only friend.

They were both only twelve, and seniors in high school, navigating the world with strange abilities together. 

Quinn could feel what other people were feeling if she got within close proximity of them, and knowing what others were feeling was, to quote Quinn, ‘Not fun.’ 

Sophie figured that must be almost as bad as having to hear other people’s thoughts. 

She tugged out another eyelash. 

Quinn shook her head and grabbed Sophie’s wrist to stop her from pulling any more. “He’s stupid anyway.” 

“I guess.” Sophie whispered. 

“I’m serious. You’re way smarter than anyone else I know.” Quinn reassured her, not letting go until Sophie begrudgingly nodded. “Okay, well, I know you probably want some relief from your headache, so I’ll leave you be. Don’t do anything dumb.”

Sophie sighed as she saw Quinn approaching Garwin, and had a feeling that she was going to start a problem that really didn’t need to be started.  Even if Garwin really was being a jerk. 

Garwin was still bitter Yale had offered her a full scholarship while his rejection letter had arrived a few weeks before. 

Not that she was allowed to go. 

Her parents said it was too much attention, too much pressure, and she was too young. 

End of discussion. 

So she’d be attending the much closer, much smaller San Diego City College next year—a fact some annoying reporter found newsworthy enough to post in the local paper the day before—CHILD PRODIGY CHOOSES CITY COLLEGE OVER IVY LEAGUE—complete with her senior photo.

 Her parents freaked when they found it. “Freaked” wasn’t even a strong enough word. More than half their rules were to help Sophie “avoid unnecessary attention.” Front-page articles were pretty much their worst nightmare. They’d even called the newspaper to complain. 

The editor had seemed almost as unhappy as they were. 

The story was run in place of an article on the arsonist terrorizing the city—and they were still trying to figure out how the mistake had happened. Bizarre fires with white-hot flames and smoke that smelled like burnt sugar took priority over everything. Especially a story about an unimportant little girl most people went out of their way to ignore. 

Or, they used to at least. 

Across the museum, Sophie caught sight of a tall, dark-haired, sepia-skinned, boy reading yesterday’s newspaper with the embarrassing black-and-white photo of her on the front. Then he looked up and stared straight at her. She’d never seen eyes that particular shade of blue before—teal, like the smooth pieces of sea glass she’d found on the beach—and they were so bright they glittered. 

Something flickered across his expression when he caught her gaze. Disappointment? Before she could decide what to make of it, he shrugged off the display he’d been leaning against and closed the distance between them. The smile he flashed belonged on a movie screen, and Sophie’s heart did a weird fluttery thing. 

“Is this you?” he asked, pointing to the picture. Sophie nodded, feeling tongue-tied. He was probably fifteen, and by far the cutest boy she’d ever seen, so why was he talking to her? 

“I thought so.” He squinted at the picture, then back at her. “I didn’t realize your eyes were brown.” 

“Uh . . . yeah,” she said, not sure what to say. “Why?” 

He shrugged. “No reason.” 

Something felt off about the conversation, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. And she couldn’t place his accent. Kind of British, but different somehow. Crisper? Which bothered her—but she didn’t know why. 

“Are you in this class?” she asked, wishing she could suck the words back as soon as they left her mouth. Of course he wasn’t in her class. She’d never seen him before. She wasn’t used to talking to boys—especially cute boys—and it made her brain a little mushy.  

His perfect smile returned as he told her, “No.” Then he pointed to the hulking greenish figure they were standing in front of. An Albertosaurus, in all its giant, lizardesque glory. “Tell me something. Do you really think that’s what they looked like? It’s a little absurd, isn’t it?” 

“Not really,” Sophie said, trying to see what he saw. It looked like a small T. rex: big mouth, sharp teeth, ridiculously short arms. Seemed fine to her. “Why? What do you think they looked like?” 

He laughed. “Never mind. I’ll let you get back to your class. It was nice to meet you, Sophie.” He turned to leave just as two classes of kindergartners barreled into the fossil exhibit. 

The crushing wave of screaming voices was enough to knock Sophie back a step. But their mental voices were a whole other realm of pain. Kids’ thoughts were stinging, high-pitched needles—and so many at once was like an angry porcupine attacking her brain. 

So much for relief… 

 Sophie closed her eyes as her hands darted to her head, rubbing her temples to ease the stabbings in her skull. Then she remembered she wasn’t alone. 

She glanced around to see if anyone noticed her reaction and locked eyes with the boy. His hands were at his forehead, and his face wore the same pained expression she imagined she’d had only a few seconds before. 

“Did you just . . . hear that?” he asked, his voice hushed. 

She physically felt the blood drain from her face. 

He couldn’t mean . . . It had to be the screaming kids. They created plenty of racket on their own. Shrieks and squeals and giggles, plus sixty or so individual voices chattering away. 

Voices. 

She gasped and took another step back as her brain solved her earlier problem. 

She could hear the thoughts of everyone in the room. But she couldn’t hear the boy’s distinct, accented voice unless he was speaking. His mind was totally and completely silent. 

That had only happened with one other person.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

 His eyes widened. “You did—didn’t you?” He moved closer, leaning in to whisper. “Are you a Telepath?” 

She flinched. 

The word made her skin itch. And her reaction gave her away.

 “You are! I can’t believe it,” he whispered. 

Sophie backed toward the exit. She wasn’t about to reveal her secret to a total stranger. It had taken her months- no- years to trust Quinn enough to tell her. 

“It’s okay,” he said, holding out his hands as he moved closer, like she was some sort of wild animal he was trying to calm. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m one too.” 

Sophie froze. 

“My name’s Fitz,” he added, stepping closer still. 

Fitz? What kind of a name was Fitz? 

She studied his face, searching for some sign that this was all part of a joke. 

“I’m not joking,” he said, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. 

Maybe he did.

She wobbled on her feet. She’d spent the past seven years wishing she could find someone else like her —someone who could do what she could. Now that she’d found him, she felt like the world had tilted sideways. 

He grabbed her arms to steady her. “It’s okay, Sophie. I’m here to help you. We’ve been looking for you for twelve years.” 

Twelve years? And what did he mean by “we”? Better question: What did he want with her? 

The walls closed in and the room started to spin. Air. She needed air. She jerked away and bolted through the museum, running straight into Quinn. 

“Soph? You okay? What’s wrong?” 

Great.  

Sophie couldn’t respond. She just ran, ignoring Quinn’s shouting for her to come back. 

Sophie shot out of the museum’s ginormous doors, nearly tripping in the process. She sucked in giant breaths as she ran down the stairs in front of the museum. The smoke from the fires burned her lungs and white bits of ash flew in her face, but she ignored them. She wanted as much space between her and the strange boy as possible. 

“Sophie, come back!” Fitz shouted behind her. 

She picked up her pace as she raced through the courtyard at the base of the steps, past the wide fountain and over the grassy knolls to the sidewalk. No one got in her way—everyone was inside because of the poor air quality. But she could still hear his footsteps gaining on her. 

“Wait,” Fitz called. “You don’t have to be afraid.” 

She ignored him, pouring all her energy into her sprint and fighting the urge to glance over her shoulder to see how far back he was. 

She made it halfway through a crosswalk before she heard Quinn’s terrified voice calling her name.

 The sound of screeching tires reminded her she hadn’t looked both ways. Her head turned and she locked eyes with a terrified driver struggling to stop his car before it plowed right over her. 

She was going to die.

And there ya go folks. Consider yourselves fed. No but fr I accept all criticism (unless you're being a douche) and I love knowing other people's opinions. (Please tell me if it sucks :)) One thing I forgot to mention is that I moved up the timing a bit, mostly so we could have newer music and a Nintendo switch in the fic. (I wanted the gang to play Mario kart don't come for me.) So right now the current timing is September of 2017.

[tekutiger]

There's something I've been wanting to post here for about a week now, but I've been putting it off, waiting for the Dawntrail Benchmark to release. (That can be found here btw: https://na.finalfantasyxiv.com/lodestone/topics/detail/ffe3a1a5430a5a8168ca9782ab9ec0e57cd5be62)

On the official Square Enix forums (both English and Japanese), there is an entire thread for the Graphical Update Viera Noses. Our communities are not exactly thrilled with the changes, to say the least.

The (current) last page of the English thread can be found here: https://forum.square-enix.com/ffxiv/threads/493947-Graphical-Update-Viera-Nose/page19

The first page of the English thread can be found here: (or you can just go to the link above, scroll to the bottom and click "First") https://forum.square-enix.com/ffxiv/threads/493947-Graphical-Update-Viera-Nose

I tried checking here on Tumblr if this had been posted already but the FFXIV tags are spammed so much 🫠

The Japanese thread link is within the EN thread somewhere, I forget which page.

If you play a Viera, you've probably noticed that your beloved WoL doesn't quite look the same- specifically the nose, and to a lesser extent with their eyes.

That's all pointed out and discussed in the thread. And yes, I did voice my opinion to it 🙃

I'm trying to find some comparison screenies of my bunboi and fembun to contribute here.

The thing I was worried about, and still kind of am even after going through the benchmark- is the strange "shine" you see on bunboi's noses in certain areas, or at random times. I couldn't find any rhyme or reason to why or when this would happen 🤷🏻‍♀️

We were also shown a preview of bunboi's with their nose like 7 shades darker than their skin tone and that didn't sit well with me. Between that and the shine? No. Just no.

This is current graphics 👆🏻

Another thing I noticed in the benchmark is that they removed the colored eyelashes from Face 1 (the face I'm using on my bunboi). It's literally like, 1 of the 2 primary reasons I chose this face to begin with. (They usually match your hair color.)

Dawntrail Benchmarker 👆🏻

You can see some of this "so called shine" in some of these, but it's not as bad as I thought it'd be originally. I guess I can live with it and over time I'll probably get used to it.

I can probably even get over the fact that his white eyelashes are gone, though I'll miss them. I don't know... 😖

I do appreciate the updated quality of the hair, and the iris/eyes, and his facial feathers. I also like that the added "lip color" I gave him appears to be matte and not a gloss, but I'm not sure how other people will like that, lol.

ALSO. There's a very specific scene in the benchmarker that shows your WoL's face so much better but for some strange stupid reason you cannot take screenies during it. I feel like SE really let the ball slip there.

There's probably a reason for it, and then again there might not be- because if I really wanted to, there are loop holes and I could still get those screenshots if I had more time, Lol 😅

Current graphics 👆🏻

I don't have a plethora of screenshots of my fembun like I do of my bunboi- but looking at my fembun specifically I'm realizing her bunny nose doesn't seem that prominent, even now? I guess I thought it was defined more 🤔. Perhaps it's the lighting of this specific shot.

I was going through this phase of changing her hair color from red to yin yang colors, back to red, back to yin yang, rinse & repeat, so...

Dawntrail Benchmarker 👆🏻

Again, I appreciate the high quality in the iris/eyes, hair, facial features- like her tattoos.

It does seem like the highlights in her eyes get a little lost, if that makes sense? The anime type white reflection. Not just for her but for my bunboi too. I think that goes for all character now- I've seen this commented about all across Twitter (yeah I know it's called X, but I'll never call it X).

Her bunny nose seems to disappear in many scenes and then it "seems" to be there in some scenes. I don't know what to make of it.

I feel so wishy washy with this graphics update. There are parts I like and parts I dislike. At this point I'm wondering if it's that whole mentality of "People dislike change" / "People fear the unknown" and over time we'll get used to it.

But also, I've seen some comparisons of people's characters and the overall appearance, the overall vibe of their character has totally shifted. It's understandable they're upset.

I want to offer a couple of pieces of advice here. If you have any commentary to add about Vieras (or any other characters really- like moon kitties got royally shafted on their fangs)- please visit that thread and put your two cents in. Hopefully SE will see it and potentially listen to the community feedback. But in the case of Moon kitties, there's likely a respective thread for them so you'll have to seek out that thread.

The other thing is, take advantage of this benchmarker in tandem with our free fantasia (coming soon). I feel the character creation screen does not properly display what our characters are going to look like once ingame. Do not take the character creation screen at face value. Create and/or modify your character in the benchmarker (you can save your character data). Play it out- make sure you're happy with how they look in the benchmarker. Then go on and use that fantasia. You can load the saved data from the benchmarker into the real game. (unless they changed things, which I highly doubt)

Edit: Adding in some links to other threads ⤵️ (Its been mentioned by others that it's best to keep posts pooled in one thread vs. spread sporadically out across several threads. If SE or Mods are likely to read anything, it's going to be in one centralized large thread.)

Thread: [Dawntrail] Miqo'te face 4 Keeper nose smudge nerfed

Thread: Benchmark/Graphics Update - Lip shape concern and eyes

Thread: Keeper fangs nerfed in the update

[groenendaelfic]

What I've been up to, upcoming fic updates and changes to The Prince and the Barista

(the next paragraph is not fun and merely an irl update for those who've been asking, so don't worry about skipping it)

As some of you might have noticed I've been mostly offline for the past one and a half months. I've spent most of that time attending funerals, dealing with bureaucracy and trying not to have a breakdown, but I am finally back to feeling like writing again and that is surprisingly cathartic. Writing 'happy easter fun times with the Erikssons' is something I've been looking forward to all year, and I want to do that justice, but I also can't get myself into the right mindset for that right now, so I'll post what I wrote back in May of chapter 20 later today (aka the Micke phone call) and will then put that fic aside for a bit. (Again, I know, and I'm sorry, but irl rarely goes as planned. The goal to come as close to finishing this fic before S3 drops still stands though.)

Funnily enought what brought me back to writing was The Prince and the Barista. To the joy of at least two commenters I've decided to revise my outline and go a slightly different route than initially planned with the fic. A funnier one with less angst and sadness and lying.

This means that I'll change the ending of chapter 3 in the upcoming days and remove everything post wilmon retiring for a nap, which means that in the new version Simon will not find out that Wilhelm is a prince in chapter 3, but rather later on.

The old ending to chapter 3 will not be lost though, I'll instead add it to my Young Royals Tumblr Ficlets fic collection on ao3 and also link to it from the chapter 4 author's notes.

In the meantime I've reread chapter 1 to refresh my memory, and done some very minor prodding and poking as I went along, which somehow added 1,546 words to said chapter. Somehow. Magically. Don't ask me how, nothing's actually changed except that the fic is now explicit. Also somehow magically?

I'll be doing the same to chapters 2 and 3 in the upcoming days (doing minor edits, not adding explicit scenes--I think) but in the meantime you can go check out the edited version of chapter 1 here should the mood strike you. (also please feel free to let me know if I added any bonus typos or missed a paragraph break or something, this new version is unbetaed).

[snootchie-bootchie-nootchies]

I'm seventeen, not twenty-four. Let's get that out of the way.

I came to look at your account for new content, and I was blocked. No reporting, no asking if I was okay, just blocked. So after going to my burner account and seeing the post you made of course I was pissed.

Apparently you said I'm "crying in your dm's about you blocking my ED account"

If you read the FIRST message I sent you on my SECOND account (after you blocked me- and which I'm pretty sure you ignored) it said "This is an old account that I haven't used in years. If knew how to delete the posts I would."

You didn't send me a link on how to delete all the triggering posts. You know what you did? You blocked me. Again.

Once I figured out how to delete all the posts (which I took an hour doing) and I told you I cleaned my account out, and refreshed it, you blocked me again!

To move onto other topics of your fuck ass response, "I love Randal Graves, why would I want to act like him"

Honey, you like him. Need I say more? "Porch monkey, Helen Keller/Anne Franke debacle, Beastiality, Homophobia, a 30 year old who fucks 17 year olds"

You obviously like him for a reason.

But last but not least you told me "I hope you can get out of that nasty community"

IVE BEEN OUT OF IT FOR THE LAST 2 YEARS YOU DUMBASS BITCH I SAID THAT IN MULTIPLE ASKS

ONCE AGAIN ILL SAY AS JAY ONCE SAID BEFORE, 'man- you're a lost fucking cause'

You must've not passed second grade if you've missed out on THIS many context clues.

(Also post this on your account!!! out me all you want honey <3)

If I get blocked again it'll just prove I'm right.

Christ almighty

I told you those two asks were the only asks I got in my inbox. I did not get any prior asks. I apologize for that, but like I said, it's not my fault, it's tumblr's. I only blocked the original account, and then your previous burner after I posted those asks. Which, was pretty petty of me, I will admit. They just really took me by surprise, because to me, they were incredibly hostile and coming out of seemingly nowhere. So I responded in kind. It was shitty.

With added context that I HAD NOT PREVIOUSLY HAD, let me reiterate- I DID NOT GET THOSE ASKS. If I had, I definitely wouldn't have been such a massive dickhead. Anyways with this context, I will apologize. If I had that I probably would have unblocked you and like, chatted with you or some shit. But you truly cannot blame me for something that was not my fault whatsoever. I'm not gonna lie to you about this shit I fucking hate liars, i didn't get those asks.

In regards to you just "being blocked" - I have no obligation to ask if you're okay. You're a stranger clearly going through your own shit, I'd rather not try to like... 'help' and probably make it worse or have you get angry or something. And reporting accounts on Tumblr is annoying as balls I've tried before and it almost always amounts to nothing. Ultimately I have the right to monitor who is following me.

I'm glad you're out of there. That's great. I'm happy for you. I didn't know this! Because I didn't get those asks!

About the context clues, there were none for me to read. Also I'm autistic, not to blame it on that necessarily, but I do have a hard time reading that shit genuinely.

I don't know why you're lingering on this Randal shit. I can be a good person and like shitry characters and villains. He's fucked up and funny 🤷‍♂️ also you're mentioning everything from clerks 2 and I don't really like him in that movie, he feels like a caricature, I'm kore of a clerks 1 kind of guy tbh

Sorry this is getting really long, I'm trying to address as much as possible. Idk.

I am not opposed to unblocking you if your account is clean and shit, man. (EDIT: sorry i just realized your previous ask did say that lol. my bad, my memory is shitty as hell. i couldn't even look at the time bc i was on mobile and idfk how to use that shit, and i was busy spending time with my family because i have a pretty damn busy life outside tumblr)

I have college shit to do right now but I will look into it soon. I know this post is still kind of pissy but I am not going to block you again if you can find it in yourself to be a 🤏 teesny bit more respectful (not even nice, just respectful) when sending me asks, cause I'm totally willing to talk this out with you.

Also sorry for implying you were 14 or 24. I never know with people on here. Anyways!

Yeah. Uhhh if you want to messafw me instead of airing this stuff out publicly feel free. I think I allowed that on this account? Lmk if I didn't. Thanks in advance, I have to do stupid academic shit now

[limoncats]

hi i’m limoncats

and i made this bullshit of a blog on the 26th of August, 2023

QUICK NOTE: you've most likely already noticed, but i swear very frequently. i sincerely apologise if that bothers you!!! ANOTHER QUICK NOTE: i do post a lot of Okegom but please know that i do NOT support funamusea.

my nicknames are Seren, limon or Eostra, i don't mind which you use.

okay so uhh before you go down and look at my kinda about me section pls look at my sona’s character sheet (no pressure btw)

(drawn April 4th, 2024) yeah, you can use that to reference my sona when drawing! if you do end up drawing me pls tag me i’d wanna see it 🥺🥺

also this comparison between heights of my sona and my OC Mayuu (real name: Rui Maikaze) is here so you can use it as a reference for my sona's height [height chart by MookieTheMonster on Deviantart]

DISCLAIMER: THIS BLOG AIN’T SPOILER-FREE FOLKS!!

okay here’s the long-awaited (← not really) about me section

hi, i’m limoncats (no shit) and i’m a multifandom artist who loves RPG Maker games! aaaaaaaaaaand the Chronicles of Ancient Darkness...god i love that series.

my birthday is January the 5th, i’ve basically drawn my entire life, purple is my favourite colour, green is my least favourite colour, i’m aroace, and vegetables taste ass to me

i was born and raised in England by Turkish parents!

i’m also a minor (under 18) so ye

as of now, i own 3 cats. (2 at home, 1 lost. i miss her [Luna] so much…praying she comes home)

disclaimer: if anything i say comes off as offensive to anyone i apologise in advance. i don’t want to offend anyone.

FAQ

“can i use your art as a profile picture/header?” yes, just credit me somewhere easy to see.

“can i repost your art?” yes, just credit me somewhere easy to see.

“can i dub one of your comics?” yes! ask me 1st and credit me in the description of your video, whether it’s a link to one of my socials (or multiple) or a direct link to the comic. (p.s. please give me the link to the comic dub i’d love to see it 🥺)

"can i use your art commercially?" ask me via discord (limoncats)

"how do you say your names?" limoncats is said "lee-mohn-cats", Seren is "suh-renn" (like the "seren" in "serenity", i think Seren is supposed to be a shorter version of "serenity"), Eostra is "ee-o-strah" (the o is said like the o in "impossible")

"why is one of your nicknames Eostra wtf she's like a horrible villain" listen. my school friends were assigning Soul-Eaters to each other and they assigned Eostra to me and i think it's funny asf

feel free to ask me stuff/request drawings via ask box!

my website (straw.page)

(there's additional info there too)

and that's basically it for my intro post! you're free to go look through my tumblr now :) (dw you weren't obligated to read this)

(p.s. if you like the Chronicles of Ancient Darkness, please talk to me. i'm begging you)

as of the 1st of July, 2024, i have hit 100 followers on tumblr! thank you all <3

and as of the 17th of August, i have hit 100 subscribers on YouTube!! thank you all so much!!!!!!!

userboxes + stamps below! (credits in alt text) flash/hueshift TW

if you want to see my art, go to the tag #my art on my blog!

p.s. feel free to ask me shit about Anaita

[tarabyte3]

I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 10/27 (4.5k words)

->start at chapter 1<-

<- Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 ->

Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, light choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial

A/N: Prepare yourselves for this chapter. There's a reason it took me an extra day, and not just because it's the longest one yet. I'm sure you will all understand how I suffered when you read it. 🥵 Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Fly" by Bloodwitch. Previous chapter links up above. I also got smart and am going to pin the most recent chapters as I post them. I swear I'm getting better at Tumblr, guys.

AO3 Link

Chapter 10 - I'm waiting for your lips to bring me round, my life's shame and sorrow falling back

After the foundation for operation get the kid laid is, well, laid, you excuse yourself to head back to your cell. Because the later it gets, the more distracted you find yourself, which makes you poor company. Now there's less than twenty minutes, and what if he decides to show up early? The one time you aren't there! He'll never be early again to teach you a lesson or as punishment. Then you'll have to—oh no. Oh god…you're pathetic, aren't you?

You want to please him and fuck him so badly, it's completely rewired your brain. He's all you can think about. You like to hope that once you finally do, you'll be able to at least regain some focus. But if you're being honest, it might actually make your Kino brain worse because you'll have to carry the very real knowledge of what it's like around instead of fantasy. Then you'll know exactly what you're waiting for every day or missing out on when you don't have his hands on you. God, this is going to be a long twenty minutes.

You know for a fact you've never been this possessed by a man before. And you know exactly why: not a single one of your flings or previous short-lived boyfriends had EVER recognized what you needed the way Kino did almost immediately. Even when you yourself didn't understand it or had been ashamed of wanting it, he'd known exactly how to turn you into a horny wreck with one grab. All the others had been straight to the point, minimal foreplay, "did you come?", roll over and go to sleep. Now that was pathetic.

You make sure to stop and give Taybus a double thumbs up and then shoo him to go down the hall himself on your way back. And shout, "You're an idiot!" after him. Otherwise you are a woman driven by need. You don't let anyone get the opportunity to talk or stop you before you reach your destination. Head down, feet forward.

Edii must have seen you rushing back from above in his cell, though. Because shortly after you sit down on your bed, he peeks his head around the wall, gives you his own thumbs up—which is a new mannerism he picked up from the rest of you—but doesn't say anything, and is gone. You really do have the best fucking table in the whole prison.

You get a bit lost thinking about how close you've all gotten. You try to pinpoint the moment things clicked for you at the table and away from it. But there wasn't any one significant event. It happened in small moments. Jokes, triumphs, small admissions about yourselves. Even you getting into trouble. They all built one rather dysfunctional found family. In prison.

The reflection is enough of a distraction that Kino's voice from inside the doorway startles you.

"Should I be worried that you were clearly plotting something and now you're so lost in thought you didn't see me?"

"Kino!" You jump to a sitting position. "Has it been twenty minutes already?!" You look around confused for the clock face on your wall panel.

"I'm early, actually." He moves over to stand closer to the bed.

"You are?" You ask in astonishment.

"I am." He reaches out for you, to pull you to your feet, and you go willingly. His hands find your hips and you rest yours on his shoulders. It reminds you of dancing in your youth and you wonder if he likes to dance. If he would enjoy flirting and swaying with you in the low light of a cantina until the early hours of the morning. If he would give you his jacket and wrap an arm around you as you walk home. Maybe stop to press you against the wall of a building and kiss you until you're breathless.

Fuck.

You clear your throat and push that thought as far down as it will go into your subconscious. "I'm a little surprised! I always hope you might show up early, but I know how you love to make me wait."

He leans in slowly with a grin. "I know." Then he gives you a kiss that is soft and leisurely. Nothing more than a gentle meeting of your lips. It's nice, even as desire begins to coil in your belly once more.

When he pulls away, you give a content sigh. "Well, now I am very pleasantly surprised."

"Good." Then he's staring at you expectantly. "Now, you wanna tell me what that was all about earlier?"

"What what was all about?" You give him an innocent look.

"Try again." His voice lowers.

"Okay, fine. I'm not supposed to, but it's you and who are you going to tell?" He narrows his eyes at you and your own eyes widen in alarm. "I meant that as a compliment, I swear to god."

"Sure," he huffs. "Continue."

"Alis and I are trying to get Taybus a boyfriend. Or at least get him laid."

He sighs and removes one of his hands so he can rub the bridge of his nose. "I should be actively discouraging this."

"Oh come on, there's nothing else to do in here! And I can say with complete certainty that getting some is a huge boost for morale." You press your hips against him and run a finger down his chest.

"If you're trying to distract me, it's not going to work." He frowns.

You tilt your head. "Really? I can't distract you?" You trail your finger lower to his stomach. He shivers with a groan, but still manages to reach between you and grab your wrist in a vice-like grip. It stings.

"When I finally get your mouth on me, it won't be because you're trying to distract me." He growls. "It will be because you begged for it."

And just like that, you've fallen for your own distraction because any thought you had before what he just said is completely gone.

"Fuck, Kino," you whisper.

"You're also getting very close to talking back. Did you want to miss out on my mouth that badly?"

"No!" You cry out. "I was just teasing, I'm sorry. I'll behave." You pout at him, and he releases your wrist.

"Good." He cups your jaw to stroke your cheek with his thumb. "Because I want to taste you just as much as you want to come from my tongue."

You melt against him with a barely audible, needy whine and your eyes become heavy lidded as you look up at him. "I haven't stopped thinking about it all day."

"Is that so?" Without warning, he slips his hand between you, nudges past the waistband of your pants, and his fingers find their way straight to your arousal. You gasp and loll your head back as he teases your wet opening with his finger. "All day like this?"

You nod in a daze.

"You poor creature," he leans in to brush his lips against yours. "Let's see if we can ease your suffering." He removes his hand from your pants and tilts your chin up so you're looking into his face. "Sit on the bed."

You obediently, if a little off balance, take a small step back with your arm behind you to feel for your mattress. You know you're making it more difficult for yourself, but you can't take your eyes off him. After you're seated, he steps to stand directly in front of you. You finally look away from his face when your eyes are drawn down to the tent in his pants from his very prominent erection. The only thing you want more than his mouth on you at that moment is to feel him, hard and pulsing in your hand.

"Can I…" You hold your hand out to hover over the bulge at the front of his pants. "Can I touch you?" You hurry to clarify, "Over the uniform!"

He stares at you intently as he considers it. You can see his shoulders rise and fall with deep, even breaths.

"Seems dangerous." He finally replies, his voice strained and husky.

"I'll stop when you tell me too." You give him a pleading look. "I just want to feel you."

He's silent for another moment and you brace yourself for a no, but then he gives you a curt nod and your heart starts racing. You tentatively close the few inches of distance between your palm and his arousal, and both of you gasp at the contact. They don't give you underclothes. Which has always bothered you, up until this very moment when the only thing between his thick length and your hand is a thin layer of cloth.

You give him a gentle squeeze, as if you're trying to wrap your hand around him, to get a feel for him in your grasp, and he moans above you. You savor the sound for a moment, enjoying the fact that you can draw it out of him. Then you run your cupped hand over his hardness and feel the contour and outline of him, which earns you a heady, strangled groan from his throat. You glance up to see his face grim with intense concentration. It almost seems like he's in agony from your touch, and you know, despite the depth of his willpower, he's also been teased by your meetings and left wanting. That he also aches for his release—for you—and it's a powerful act of will not to give in right there.

"I want this," you whisper up to him. " I want to stroke you and wrap my lips around you so badly. I need it." The movement of your hand speeds up. "Let it be tomorrow. Please. I want to make you come," you beg.

His hand shoots out to grab yours and you think he's going to stop your exploration of him, but he covers you with his palm and drags your hand up his length. He grunts as the pressure runs over the sensitive head, and you feel him throb against you. You give him another little squeeze and his hips buck forward into your hand.

"I think we can do that," he says in a low rumble. You nod, and he does remove your hand from him then. "But first, you. Take off your pants."

Your hands automatically find your waistband and he watches as you lift up off the bed to try to push your pants over of your hips. You struggle getting them out from under your ass because he's too close for you to lean forward or get any of the leverage you need, but he doesn't move to help or make it easier on you, either. He's enjoying it. Loves making you squirm. You wiggle side to side, a little exaggerated for his benefit, to inch them down until they're free. Then you slide them off your legs and they finally drop to the floor. He immediately glances down to your bare thighs and the thatch of hair in your lap. You blush at the blatant hunger already on his face, even though your legs are still closed. Without looking, he toes your pants off to the side and out of his way.

"Slide over," he orders.

He guides you with a hand on your hip until you're in the alcove at the end of your bed. The ceiling is low enough that you can't properly straighten up without your head touching. He kneels on the bench in front of you.

"Now I want you to flip over so you're on your hands and knees."

Your heart skips a beat as you realize he wants you on display for him. That he doesn't want you to see, he just wants you to feel. You shakily push yourself up to turn over and do as you're told.

"Very good." His hand moves to your back and feels its way up to the spot between your shoulder blades, dragging your shirt with him so it's hiked up to your waist. He presses down, then, forcing you to lower to your forearms so your bottom half is sticking up in the air. "Spread your legs wider for me."

Once again, you silently obey. You can sense just how exposed and open you are now. If anyone were to walk down there, they would get a very full view of all of you facing straight at the hallway. The thought makes you flush in shame and arousal. He sits down once you're in the position he wants so that he's eye level with your sex. You glance back at him. One leg is bent in front of him on the bench, and the other is hanging over the side with his foot on the floor, as if he's casually sitting for a chat and not to fuck you with his tongue.

You want to feel irritated at how collected he is. Then he touches you. Just a light skim of his fingers on the back of your thigh, but you startle. You're wound up and taut with anticipation so any attention is electric on your skin. He lets out a deep, husky chuckle.

"Tense, are we?"

"Can you blame me?" You whine and you try to stick your hips even further in his direction.

"No. I suppose I can't." He lets his hand wander over your thighs, your ass cheeks, letting it dip closer towards that aching spot between your legs, but not too close. Not yet. "I've been thinking about this all day, too. You're quite the lovely sight."

You begin to squirm, desperate for any friction or touch where you need it. He puts a forceful hand on your hip.

"Hold still," he growls. You let out a grunt of protest, but he sighs in fake exasperation. "Patience. The more you move around, the longer this will take." He then lets his hand trail closer, up your inner thigh, and you freeze. You're hoping that holding still will earn you more. He gives you a pleased hum and rewards you by tracing a fingertip around the mound of your sex, then along the bend of your groin, teasing you with proximity.

"Kino," you give a frustrated huff, unable to continue being patient, "please!"

"Please what?" He kisses the spot where your thigh meets the swell of your cheeks.

"Please touch me!" You beg, your voice desperate.

"Isn't that what I'm doing?"

"You know what I mean!" You jut your hips back a little to encourage him, but don't get very far with his hand on your hip.

"But I'm admiring you." He drags the back of his knuckle across your folds as you let out a helpless whine. "And how wet you are."

Suddenly, you realize you can feel his breath against you and it's the only warning you get before he swipes his tongue up your slit. You bury your face into your folded arms to stifle a loud moan.

"Hmm. Maybe patience is overrated. I think I like it better when you beg."

"Then for the love of God," you plead, "put your mouth on me, please! I'll be so good, I promise. Please, Kino, I need you."

He licks you again, but instead of pulling away, he begins rubbing his tongue along your folds, and you bite down on your arm to keep from crying out. His hands shift from holding your hip and teasing, to gripping your ass. His thumbs massage your lips further open and hold you there as he laps into your entrance.

"Exactly like that," he growls against the heat of your arousal. Then his mouth moves lower and his tongue runs firmly over your clit.

"Yes! There, please," you sob. You want to turn and see him, but you're trembling so hard, you can barely hold yourself up. And you don't want to risk shifting his attention even for a second. Not when he's so close to focusing exactly where you need it.

"Since you said please." Then his mouth latches over your clit and he's working you with this tongue and lips. You're back to biting and muffling your wailing into your forearm.

You can feel the scruff of his beard occasionally brush your groin and thighs as his jaw moves, and it sends goosebumps up your back and down your legs. His prominent nose is pressed just inside your opening, and it nudges into you and teases you every time he shifts the angle of his mouth. It shouldn't feel as incredible as it does, but you can feel every exhale against your quivering sex. And god, how can even his nose be so fucking sexy? And the sound. It's wet and slick and filthy every time he moves his mouth.

Occasionally he releases your swollen clit from his lips to sweep his tongue over you and tease you with his fingers, but eventually he returns to continue driving you mad. An itch starts at the back of your skull and heat pools in your belly as your climax edges closer under his ministrations.

He must sense it in the way your legs are quaking and how you press back onto his mouth and nose because he releases you with another drag of his tongue.

"Flip back over," he commands, husky and breathless, and oh god that mouth was just on you.

You immediately maneuver so you can gracelessly roll over, and you're too far gone to care how ridiculous you might look. The bed isn't wide enough for you to lie down flat on your back. Instead, you lean against the wall, your ass at the edge of the bed. He directs your knees back and hanging open so your hips are tilted and your sex is exposed to him again. And you're propped up for a perfect view of all of it.

You also finally get to see his face. He's flushed, his pupils are so dilated that it makes his blue eyes look darker, his hair is mused, and the entire lower half of his face is glistening with your juices. His nose, his beard, his chin, his swollen lips.

"God, Kino," you whimper. You know your own face is flushed, your hair is a mess from burying your face and muffling your cries, and your eyes are watery from nearly weeping in pleasure. He briefly meets your eyes and licks his lips.

Before you can react to that, he's bending forward and his mouth is on you again and his tongue is plunging inside of you. Now you can see his lips and jaw move over you. How his rough cheek brushes against your sensitive skin as he nuzzles your folds. You can stare down into his eyes and see the lust and hunger in them as he looks back up at you, watching your face as he works you with his mouth. Then when his tongue pulls out to lick up your slit as he makes his way back to your clit, you can see his tongue on you as well. Not just feel it. It's an entirely different and fucking erotic experience.

Because you're watching Kino Loy absolutely devour your pussy.

And you're definitely not going to last very long.

Within moments, your legs begin to shake again. You hook your hands under your knees to hold yourself still for him, to keep yourself from thrashing.

"I'm so close," you whine, and he groans against you. The sound of it vibrates through your core, and then you're undone. You sit up and grab the back of his head to hold him in place as your orgasm takes you. Your hips roll uncontrollably, driven by the need to ride each wave against his mouth. He continues to make little noises of satisfaction onto your clit, and each one causes you to gasp and shudder.

When you finally slump back onto the bed, your shoulders and head thumping into the wall, he quickly sits up. Then he presses his hand on the bulge of his erection, and closes his eyes to take a few deep, calming breaths.

"Did you…?" You pant and nod to his hand.

"No. But it was a near thing." His voice sounds strangled.

"You can, you know." You whisper. "You can touch yourself if you want to." You pull your legs up and put your feet on either side of your hips, putting yourself back on display for him. He stares hard at the mess he made of you, his shoulders heaving as he begins to breathe heavily, and you know he's really considering it. "You can touch me and come. Or just look. Wherever or how ever you want."

He clenches his jaw.

"You're going to fucking kill me," he growls, and lunges at you. He grabs your hips and hauls your lower half at an angle to make room on the mattress. Then he's between your legs and hovering over you like he was last night, but this time you're not wearing pants. So when he presses against your still tender flesh, you feel the outline of him with much sharper relief.

He ruts against you a few times before grabbing a fistful of your hair and wrenching your head back. You cry out in surprise, which turns into a moan when his lips find your neck. He kisses and grunts against your skin while he continues to thrust. You can feel him leaving smudges of your own wetness behind.

"After feeling you clench and throb on my fingers and tongue, I can't wait to feel you to come on my cock." He bites the side of your neck, and you're already too breathless from his voice and the sensation between your legs to make a sound. "I want to fuck you so badly. Do know how hard it is to say no to you when you offer yourself like that?"

"Yes," you sob.

"Because you do it on purpose!" He snarls. "I should get up and walk out of here." He stops and you're terrified he might, but he just adjusts his knees for a better angle. Then he's dragging his erection over you again and tightening his grip in your hair. "But you make me weak."

He gives one last, hard thrust and tenses, frozen with pleasure, as he finally finds his release against you. You can feel his length pulse where it's pressed along your entrance. Then he slowly rocks through his climax, groaning and gasping at every slide over his now sensitive member.

Once his hips stop, he collapses on top of you. You can feel his heart pounding where his chest rests over yours, and where your heart is also pounding. Twin heartbeats, you think. Like binary stars, bound and endlessly drawn towards one another until they're destined to merge—or to destroy each other.

It's quiet. Both of you are reeling and panting, trying to find the words to say after that. He releases your hair, then runs his fingers gently though it, soothing your burning scalp.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks quietly.

"Yes," you whisper back, "but not in a way I didn't enjoy."

He lets out a sigh of relief and pushes himself to his hands to look down at you. His face is partially wiped clean, and you know it's because most of it is now on your neck.

"Do you regret it?" You can't stop your worry from sleeping through.

"No," he says fiercely. "Never."

"Good," you sigh, also relieved now. "Because I sure don't."

"My knees might tomorrow," he grumbles, and you burst out laughing. What little tension had been there dissipates and leaves you able to relax and bask in your afterglow. He pushes himself off of you and you stretch out on the bed, letting your hips relax and getting your thighs to unclench after being tense for so long.

"Well, I feel incredible."

"Good."

You lazily look him over while he's standing there and stretching out his own tight muscles. That's when you notice the fabric at the front of his pants has become damp with a mixture of both of you, and you are absolutely enthralled by the way it clings to him. And by the fact that its become a little…translucent. You can see the vague suggestion of the hair on his groin and the outline of his softening member.

"Um. Kino?" You sit up and hang your feet over the side of your bed." Maybe you should change into my pants before you go back." You nod to his crotch.

He looks down to see what you're referring to and swears. "Wouldn't that just leave you with a mess?"

"Yeah, but it will be dry by the time I have to leave in the morning." You stand up to give him a kiss. "I can handle the mess to save you your dignity." You glance down at his lap again. "As impressive as it is." His cheeks redden, and you're absolutely pleased with yourself because you got Kino to have an orgasm and blush all in the same night.

You don't want to add that you don't have to be talked into being able to curl up with his lingering scent in your bed as you sleep. Or being driven slightly wild with his release rubbing against your crotch…even though that might become less appealing as it dries.

"Okay," he relents. You hand him your one size smaller, but dry pants, and turn to give him privacy. Behind you there is the sliding of fabric and then his pants are tossed onto your bed. You resist peeking, but it's very difficult to know he's half nude a foot back and out of your line of sight. Then there's more sliding of fabric as he redresses.

"Better?" You turn back to him.

"They're a little tight, but yes."

You nod. "Certainly leaves more to the imagination."

"You should get dressed, too. It's getting late. I'm surprised people aren't heading back yet."

"Hmm. Fair point." You quickly get into his wet pants, but you're giggling at the thought by the time they're pulled up.

"What's so funny?" He frowns.

"It's terrible," you warn, "but I was realizing I'm finally getting into your pants." You grin at him.

He rolls his eyes at you, but there's a hint of amusement on his face. "I can see what you mean by leaving little to the imagination. Not that I have to try very hard anymore."

"Cruel." You pout.

"Well, there's always tomorrow night." He pulls you in for one last, deep kiss. You keep your hips pulled back so you don't rub against him and ruin the clean pants he's wearing, too.

"There is." You smile at him. "Now go before I decide to keep you here all night."

"Bit bossy, aren't we?" He huffs and heads towards the open doorway.

"And Kino!" You call after him, causing him to stop and look back at you. You run your hand along the front of his still damp pants and cup it between your legs, pressing the fabric against you. "Goodnight.'

He lets out a grunt of frustration, then hurries out and down the hall.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were starting to get to him.

A/N: There is no one on this Earth that could ever convince me that Andy Serkis doesn't have the perfect nose for that part of the scene. And now you're thinking about it too. You're welcome (because Andy Serkis is fucking sexy).

NEXT CHAPTER->

[babygirldennis]

This shit is fake bby!!!

Here she is.. My masterpost of all the dumb, illogical bits of info contained within these s15 “leaks” that make me fairly confident they are complete bullshit. It also includes my little tinhat theories that have absolutely no evidence.

I will be putting it all under a Readmore in case you don't want to risk it or if you simply Do Not Care

First up, I'd like to point out that these call sheets repeatedly give very detailed backstories to characters that have few lines which conveniently paints a picture of each episode's plot. And I'm not an expert so correct me if I'm wrong, but after looking at other similar casting calls, they only ever include the demographic and necessary skills.

Basically who in their right mind would write up casting calls that give away so many spoilers? Seems like that could cause and issue if they were leaked lol. But anyway that's my 1st point. But onto the actual content

So the conceit of this episode as a whole is that during the pandemic, the gang "gamed the system" and received three (3!) Loans to start businesses that went bankrupt. One of these businesses is implied to be the one started by dee and charlie who end up selling to Qanon shaman. Already this is so impossible baby.

1. We've already seen the gang try to get a loan and it didn't work. They don't have good ideas. Ur telling me, they managed to finagle 3 separate loans for 3 separate business ideas from an actual bank?

2. Maybe I just have bad reading comprehension but how does one have a business that is both fictitious and bankrupt?

3. If the customer is supposed to be Qanon shaman, an actual real life guy, why are the only descriptors white and male? They say he's shirtless so are they going to paint on all of the tattoos he has? And if so, doesn't that kind of ruin the dramatic reveal when charlie "throws in" the viking helmet? Why would he do that anyways? Sus.

Moving on

Alright this episode would fucking blow for obvious reasons but im going to refrain from looking at this through my gay dennis thruther lens because im biased.

Purely from a narrative standpoint, a woman hasn't been shown to be interested in dennis in nearly 5 years during the wade boggs episode. Ever since, every single woman he approaches has been actively creeped out by him. And now I'm supposed to believe that 3 "smart, passionate woman" (In Their Twenties!!!!!!) agreed to go on a date with him? And Anna even slept with him! Just because he what? Agreed with her? I'm not buyin it.

Plus the concept of this scenario lacks any potential for comedy. When iasip gets political, they always discuss a very specific topic using hyperbolic situations and flawed metaphors. If this is supposed to be a political episode, what ultimately lukewarm point would rob be trying to make here? So far we know they're ranting about

The patriarchy

Privilege

Socialism

No more personal responsibility(?)

The... nature of power in society(??)

How on earth would an episode like get approved? This shit sounds like a Ted talk. It sounds like it was written specifically to sound like a political episode so boring and pointless it would generate outrage and mile long essay posts from Tumblr users and reddit users alike. Almost like this one lol.

On a completely unrelated note, do not try and convince me that Frank "casual cock ring wearer" Reynolds is unable to perform.

Jeez this is getting out of hand fast. Let's move on

Ok now we're starting to getting into the Ireland of it all. Let me go on a bit of a tangent here about all this.. Now I thinq there are just 3 possibilities. Either this is all a publicity stunt and there is some truth to the Ireland rumors, the entire thing could be bogus from some weirdo fan (ps, if a fan did write this I want you to know I fucking hate you. You did this to me), or it is a publicity stunt but Ireland is just more bullshit.

I am going to assume it was a publicity stunt, otherwise I just wasted my entire evening and I can't have that kind of mentality rn. Additionally, I'm Going to tinhat here for a second and say that the Ireland rumors are true, but the details are different.

I say this because if they were going to do filming in Ireland, they probably figured that that information would be impossible to hide. In essence, my completely unfounded hypothesis is that this leak was their fucked up little way of controlling the situation while simultaneously messing with us.

Ok tangent is over, returning to the casting calls. From the looks of it, dee starts a "scam" acting class and has some very devoted students (Note that Tony was also the name of the porn shop owner. Seems weird!) Presumably after the gang replaces her with a monkey as the title suggests.

Honestly, there isn't too much here that's a red flag to me... seems like a nice little dee-centric episode that is the link to the Dublin angle. Assuming I am At All right, this could be a genuine plotline for Dee. However, the monkey could be a red herring and there could be a whole different side plot with the guys. who's to say. Next one!

Ah yes this is the dennis we all know and despise.. no red flags for me here really, I'm also running out of steam because idk if it shows, but I am majorly sleep deprived atm. Anyway I'm going to the next one

Okay this is where things start getting weird again ough a migraine just hit, anyway back to my earlier point about how casting calls would never contains major spoilers bc the people who see these wont be under any kind of NDA..

These ones reveal that bonnie dies. Again, that info wouldn't be in a casting call.

But also they suggest charlie has a irish penpal named Shelley who is his biological father. First off charlie is illiterate, although as pointed out by @undeadbreeze shelley could also be communicating in symbols. However, this scenario is still unbelievable to me for a couple reasons:

1. Bonnie's last name is Kelly obviously, and we know it's her maiden name because Jack's last name is also Kelly. But Shelley's last name is... also Kelly? In the context of this big ol hoax, it feels like it was written to show that look! his last name is the same as charlie's! That's how you know that's his dad! But It would be way too big of a coincidence if charlie's dad happened to have the same last name bonnie.

And 2. There's the whole mystery of charlie's long-lost sister from 'charlie got molested' but never any mention of a brother which according to this, shelley has been pretending to be his brother for years. And we all know how much rcg loves their continuity, it seems uncharacteristically lazy to just tack this on without any prior buildup.

And finally let me talk about mac for a second and specifically the line in gus's summary "both are gay men who are attracted to the priesthood for all the wrong reasons"

Iasip has commented on pedophilia in the priesthood many times in the past which leads me to believe that they are implying that mac is a pedophile? Please let me know if I completely misread the implications of that statement, but if not, then that is completely insane and one of the biggest indictators that this is fake. Mac is awful, just like everyone in the gang but he is definitely not a pedophile.

However even if i did completely misread that, it's still proof this is fake.. For all his faults, Rob put a surprising amount of care and effort into mac's coming-out. It hasn't been perfect, but Mfhp in particular firmly established that mac's faith is integral to his identity so Its unlikely that rob would throw all of that away for a cheap shot at priests.

Ok my brain is irradiated sludge at this point, but in conclusion. I hope that 1. I'm right, at least about it being fake (Otherwise damb that'll be so humiliating for me) And 2. This eases ur fears a bit. I don't want to lose all faith in future seasons bc I love iasip and miss the gang. If you read this far youre insane but I literally love you so goddamn much because I spent so so long tapping this out on my silly little phone

Please feel free to add on or message me your thoughts and opinions I need to know I'm not the only one who uhhh went a bit insane. And finally: whoever made these is a cunt. Mwah.

[sirislayer]

4, 8, 20, 23 for the artist asks!

4. Favorite Thing to Draw Faces, facial expressions, Pointy ears, Glow Magic stuff, landscape (traditional, abstract), Puns

8. What's the most fun and the least fun parts about your process

Most Fun:

Ideally this lightning of giddy inspiration strikes and I just MUST DRAW or else I will be unable to do anything else. (This is an unreliable reason to do art however, so it should never be depended upon)

But even if this aspect is missing, I like the part where everything of an idea clicks into place. The research starts to come together, the moodboard is helping, the scribbles turn into a sketch, turn into lineart.

Hyperfocus!!!! Hyperfocus is so great to be in. It satisfies my brain being able to hyperfocus on a piece of art and suddenly hours passed by but I finished a thing!!!

Creative activity to me often corresponds with problem solving. The problem often being, that the image I want to exist does not exist. So actually being in the process of problem solving and actually seeing results, thats fun!

Another fun thing - this specifically applies for me to fanart - is when I know a specific person, friend, mutual will enjoy the thing I'm working on as well. It's like "aaah the thing I'm making will probably excite my friend, I can't wait to see their reaction!!!"

Least Fun:

Repetition. I h a t e repeating things I have already done. I don't like doing repetitive tasks or redoing work because I lost my progress due to software crashing. It used to be the thing that would easiest stop me from drawing something. I've gained a bit of a better attitude and harder shell over the years over the course of various professional projects, but it's still a big bummer.

I find posting/uploading + tagging my content on different platforms to be a chore and rather tedious. It has made me think I should just quit twitter/instagram all together because I neither get the interactivity one would want out of them, nor do I necessarily gain any financial benefit from them. Tumblr and YouTube are the most fun to post to, but I know my audience i limited on Tumblr to those, who use tumblr.

Posting in general, while it does result in positive feedback and attention and all that external validation at times, I just find the process boring and rather stressful. Formatting my images to actually be top-notch quality and not be compressed by various platforms takes time, so I actually often just don't do it in the first place.

20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of

I think the one I'm most proud of is one that is not available to the public as of yet. It's an animated short (8 minutes) about coping with the escape from a domestic violence and abuse situation. Most of the work on this was done the years prior to this year, but I did finish a substantial amount of the final animation this year, so I think that still counts. I won't share a link to the video right now, probably in about a year or so. But here are some images from the film:

After finishing that film... long animation does not scare me as much anymore to make. :) If we want to talk strictly limited to this year and this year only - I will probably say my TAZ Graduation Animations [1] [2] [3] and this character design commission!

23. what's something you hope people notice when looking at your art

Uh... that one is actually kinda tough. I don't really know?

Unless the piece has a specific message/vibe I want them to definitely feel (e.g. my domestic violence film), a lot of times I just want people to enjoy the art?

I guess the normal expectation is, I want them to notice my effort? But even then, with 5 minute doodles, that's not effort that's just.. braindump so this answer does not feel quite universal.

A lot of times though, this specifically applies to animation and maybe comics - I am always pleased when people point out things I put in that were not required to make something work, but are fun to see anyways. (e.g. people pointing out ear wiggles, sign language, background action, Fitzroy getting more angry once he notices Argo's upsetness...) It's nice to see I did not add that detail and decor in vain.

In a way I hope people will notice the things and nuance I put there specifically for people to take notice of. (if that makes sense)

[bitty-bits]

The First Post Always Sucks

The humble beginnings of a fucking blog in the year 2022

Welcome to Bitty Bits! This will be a blog for basically posting about what I have been up to, without having to dig through my Twitter for it. Essentially a small "digest" type thing, with some personal thoughts as well.

Oh yeah, this is also still Tumblr which means you can do all the... Tumblr things.

Finally, regarding the newsletter button at the bottom - I have no idea if that will even work. Not many people want to do that these days. But if you'd like to help me figure that out... subscribe to it and next month we'll see.

That said you can still use the RSS feed with no problems.

Now on to today's topics...

Ninjin Cartoon In English - Preservation Efforts

(Image: Pocket Trap/Cartoon Network LA)

Alright, so who or what is Ninjin, and why should I care?

After only having known the series because of it being of brazilian origin, I finally decided to see what it was all about this year, and maybe have a hyperfixation on it as it usually happens. It all started with a humble little indie game, called Ninjin: Clash of Carrots (available on most platforms).

It managed to be enough of a hit that an animated series even got picked up by the Latin American division of Cartoon Network! Things were getting exciting. It would take a while for the show to solidify itself though - starting slow with 1-to-3 minute shorts, then later having "full episodes" each with 7 minutes, consistently. The first five of them are publicly available to watch for free on the official CN LA/Brazil YouTube channel, much like the other shorts. The rest of the series, now also known as "Corta Essa, Ninjin!" (which roughly translates to "Cut It Out, Ninjin!", and can) would then air on Cartoon Network, and be streamable on HBO Max. But there was something curious that I noticed at the end of some of these episodes - dubbing and voice acting credits (much like most streaming services), and that included an American English dub.

Curious about it, I tried to find any information about it online, but got nothing out of it. This was starting to look like a lost media case. But once I figured that there was more to this series than just the content posted on YouTube, I knew I'd have to do one thing - get an HBO Max subscription... and that's what I did. Not to my surprise, the English dub was there... ...but who in Latin America would be watching it over the Spanish dub or the original Brazilian Portuguese audio? That was the question I had, and still have. But at least, the dub was found.

...now whether or not it was worth finding it is probably something you can draw your own conclusions about. But efforts have been made into preserving this dub, and making Ninjin media in general more accessible, all right here in this MEGA folder. It's still, of course, highly recommended that you (if you have an HBO Max subscription) just use a VPN instead to get access to the show legally, but there are also no subtitled versions so...

Startpage vs. DuckDuckGo in 2022

"Online privacy is but an unending pissing contest." -Me (Images: Startpage.com/DuckDuckGo.com)

I am very much not a "privacy neat freak" like many people when it comes to , but alternatives are always welcome.

So it was pretty cool to know that Startpage.com was basically Google without... the not so great aspects of Google. To be fair I knew nothing about that website period, and thought it was some sort of homepage speed dial/link collection thing that you'd see in the 2000s, maybe I was getting it confused for something else entirely.

I've also heard elsewhere that DuckDuckGo was basically the same but with Microsoft Bing. Now I'm not sure how true that is, but it would make sense too.

But of course, having used Google for the longest time, I was more inclined to go for Startpage.com - and having tried to use DuckDuckGo before, I would definitely miss some of the more "convenient" aspects of Google search, even if it meant being tracked in a very not "Don't Be Evil" manner - But then I quickly started to have problems regardless.

As a researcher of lost content and more specific things in general, using search operators (such as using quotation marks) was essential. But Startpage would always, and it still does, to this day, prevent me from doing so. I'd be greeted by a quite threatening looking screen, misidentifying me as some sort of robot, or search request abuser. All I did was add quotation marks to my query... Filling in the help form or reaching out to them on Twitter did nothing to help.

(Image: Startpage.com)

I really don't know if I am the only person having this issue. I am not doing anything that is listed over there. It also does not seem to be an issue with my Wi-Fi connection, as this still happens to me with mobile data, and in every browser I've tested.

It is probably worth mentioning the controversy that DuckDuckGo got into fairly recently, when they decided to downrank "russian disinformation" from the search results, which made all the heavy users of linux and wojak memes (this very specific demographic) very upset. #StandWithUkraine

What can be upsetting to me about this though, is the inconsistency with claims, as DDG had flexed their "unbiased results" feature in the past more than once.

I could also go on for quite a long time talking about how the heavily advertised "Brave Browser" is probably one of the worst and most shady things that the internet of recent years has seen (and why Vivaldi is much better in every conceivable way, not sponsored btw) but that might be a topic for another day...

My April Fools Thing Will Probably Be Very Predictable

You and your April Fool jokes. I don't think that's funny! (Image: Popeye - Cookin' With Gags/Famous Studios 1955)

And very hexagon shaped. That is all.

End of Post

Initially I wanted to have a lot more in this post but quickly realized how tiring it is to write all of this, so I'm going to try to summarize a lot of it.

Paused Gaming™

For most of my teenage years the times I actually sat down to play a video game were not many. Most of the time I'd play the games I already knew, and newer things would usually just be "one-offs", and I'd also playtest stuff I'd make myself more too. Not a lot of "unfamiliar games" that I've finished. And during the pandemic that got worse. As such the last "actual game" that I still haven't finished was... SpongeBob Battle for Bikini Bottom. Hopefully that changes this year, and after that I'm playing OMORI. I'm not a real gamer. I only play mobile games

New Snap On Redbubble Soon

Enjoyed this one for whatever reason? I'm adding it to my redbubble shop... eventually. Not now.

A.I. Voices - Where Are They?

I still do want to bring more fun text-to-speech voices to Uberduck but my focus and priorities kinda shifted a bit as I got tired of going through the entire process of training voices. Sorry. It's a neurodivergent thing. One day the interest will be reignited.

Content Creation

If you haven't heard, I've reopened my music commissions on YouTube. That's one thing. But as said in many wall of text™ videos that I posted on my main channel, I want to do more varied stuff, and especially use my voice more. But it's hard as an autistic individual and "vocal underdoer", who speaks for probably less than an hour total in a single day.

One day I just hope to get just enough motivation to step out of my comfort zone!

Conclusion

As rough as life is right now, especially in my country, especially in my position, I've been having some small victories here and there, and making this blog was probably one of them. (Either that or a mistake)

Bitty's Message of the Day

Keep on dreaming! ...I couldn't think of anything better

[tsrookie]

Alright, so today’s the three-year anniversary of Reputation a.k.a the greatest album of all time, my baby, the light of my life, the album that deserved a Grammy (trying desperately not to think about the scene from Miss Americana😭), the album that introduced us to the most beautiful couple ever, the album that shut Kimye up, and I better stop now, or else I’m not gonna shut up.

So in honour of this momentous occasion (and the fact that I reached 200+ followers! Thank you so much you guys!🥺 Love you all 3000💙), here’s a loooooong post on why Reputation is the Ethan and MC album.

1. ...Ready For It?

No one has to know

Throwback to MC saying the exact same words back in Miami.

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

You should see the things we do, baby, mmm

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

I know I'm gonna be with you

So I take my time

Remember back when MC asked for Ethan to get into bed right away during their first time? Ethan told them that he had dreamt about the moment for months, so he wasn’t going to rush it.

2. End Game

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me would be a big conversation

These two dating would be the talk of the hospital, and they know it.

Even when we'd argue, we don't do it for long

And you understand the good and bad, end up in the song

For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Think these lines are pretty self-explanatory😌

I hit you like bang

We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't

*gets war flashbacks of the ‘reset’ phase*😭 They tried to make it work, but we all know how Ch 8 of book 2 went😌

I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

Perfect for our chaotic MC😌

3. Don’t Blame Me

Do I... really have to explain this one?

For you, I would cross the line

I would waste my time

I would lose my mind

They say she's gone too far this time

Do we need a recap of our rule-breaking MC?

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

If you walk away

I'd beg you on my knees to stay

He was willing to risk his (mostly) rule-abiding reputation for being with MC. And there’s no way he wouldn’t beg for MC not to leave him if he ever screwed up🤷‍♀️

4. Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Ethan stood by MC’s side throughout the Ethics hearing, when her reputation was completely smeared, and people only saw her as a patient murderer. He didn’t know about the sabotages, but he would’ve definitely supported her if he had known.

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

Commitment-phobia🙃

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep

Are you ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

They spent so much of time apart, not able to be with each other, so the least they could do was dream of being with each other all the time.

5. So It Goes (an underrated af bop)

What can I say... it’s a sex song, okay? Don’t make me go into the details😂 Just listen to the lyrics, and all will be clear.

6. Gorgeous (Tumblr won’t let me put any more links)

MC’s eternal anthem to Ethan.

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

We all know Ethan loves Whiskey, and the second line? C’mon!

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

Ethan Ramsey is famous for two reasons. One: his smart brain, I guess😒 Two: HIS LOOKS!!! HE’S GORGEOUS, AND DON’T DENY IT.

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

Ah, the olden days of hand holding in the diagnostics office🥺

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

No explanation required.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

The wonderful will-they-won’t-they saga. The frustrating hot-and-cold behaviour. The ‘We can’t’, ‘It’s unethical’ and ‘It’s complicated’. MC deserves an award for her patience😓

7. King Of My Heart

I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own

I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Ethan ‘I don’t believe in soulmates and nobody’s waiting at home’ Ramsey.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

This could be from both Ethan and MC’s perspectives. The love they share isn’t something that you get easily. It’s something that MC has waited for her whole life, and something Ethan never knew he needed, but now can’t live without🥺

Late in the night, the city's asleep

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Change my priorities

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

This was definitely Ethan throughout book 2, after he finally gave in. He let go of his previous rules and regulations, especially during the time of the attack. He was clearly affected, and once MC was alright, his main priority was her, and her alone.

Is the end of all the endings?

My broken bones are mending

With all these nights we're spending

Ethan’s been burnt a lot in the past. But all those wounds are now healing thanks to MC.

Up on the roof with a school girl crush

Drinking beer out of plastic cups

They act like lovesick teenagers around each other, like, that’s literally their description if you choose to kiss Ethan for the first time in Chapter 14 of book 2!😅

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Baby, all at once, this is enough

We all know about his initial fear of his mother reaching out to him for the sake of his money. To him, MC not talking advantage of him is a pretty big deal, even though it’s never mentioned. You just know, you know?🥺

8. Dancing With Our Hands Tied

My, my love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Again, Ethan doesn’t have the best experience with love. But MC changed that.

I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

This could go both ways, cause they’re both piping hot messes😬 (but love each other anyway🥺)

The rest of this song could have made so much more sense for them if we had gotten some sort of a secret relationship storyline. But oh well, I’m definitely not complaining about the gala😌 (and definitely not believing any of the supposed cancelled storylines)

9. Dress

Our secret moments

In a crowded room

They got no idea

About me and you

I mean... pretty obvious😌

Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

This is practically Ethan’s train of thought, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

As for the rest of the steamier lyrics... I’ll um... let you guys listen to it yourselves😁

10. Call It What You Want

I wrote an entire fic inspired by this song, so excuse me for the shameless self-promo, but go give it a read?🥺👉👈(totally fine if you don’t! I’ve probably made so many posts about this song that y’all know the meaning anyway😅)

11. New Years Day

Don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

MC has always stayed by Ethan’s side, even when he’s pushed her away. These lines perfectly explain how she wants his worst times, and his best, the midnights they spend staying up together, and the moments where it’s just the two of them, when everyone else has left, like the aftermath of a New Years party (still mad at the fact that we didn’t get to see the gang celebrate New Year together😭)

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town babe

Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

The above explanation for these lines as well.

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Becoming strangers to each other would be their worst nightmares. Knowing that the other was out there in the world somewhere, but not being in their lives would kill them.

You and me forevermore

These two are each other’s soulmate, they know it, even if they haven’t said it yet. Forever wouldn’t be enough for them to shower each other with they love they hold for each other. But it’s a good start.

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If you guys made it this far, then I honestly love you more than words can ever express🥺💙 Thanks for putting up with my Swiftie-Directioner-Ethan stan ass, cause I dunno if I’d ever be able to handle someone like myself. And if you read all the above stuff, then I hope you wanna know why this album means so much to me.

Reputation is perceived as a dark album, when in reality it’s truly about finding love amongst all the noise. This album, and Taylor and Joe’s story, taught me what true love actually is, and Ethan and MC cemented that. This album and these two couples (quite literally) saved my life.

The most beautiful part about both these relationships is that even though they never showed it openly, for the sake of their relationships, both Ethan(in the story) and Joe stood by the side of the one’s they loved, despite half of the people who they knew hating on them, or betraying them. And I think that’s what’s truly important. Forming a true relationship like that, be it platonic or romantic, is long lasting, and I hope everyone finds those kind of people to fill their hearts with. Sending much love, and sorry for being a huge sap😅💙

Tagging a couple of my Swiftie homies: @swiftlydarcy @nikki-2406 @dxnicaramsey @kaavyaethanramsey @caseyvalentineramsey @drariellevalentine @justanotherrookie

[sem-cam-files-blog]

I'm leaving tumblr because the user’s information here isn’t secured.

THE SAME FOR MICROSOFT. Today's date April6th2018.

Link for the worldwide web scoria: https://chaosjoker.wixsite.com/burn

Another yahoo “error” for the record (their old password-stealing method got obsolete): http://www.player.one/tumblr-making-some-users-change-passwords-why-old-email-account-hack-forces-users-533635

The Sem Cam Files: https://ello.co/the-lead-vocal/post/e--xruzqztrqzirfgi6_gg

The Cyberthing Files:

https://ello.co/the-lead-vocal/post/3m-mxuwkryrnehjt1kl0sg

https://www.facebook.com/theleadvocal/posts/1996631590588116:0

NoCiRbo9 is (was) the name of my band  for over 15 years and we tried to include it in wikipedia, with some song lyrics. But wikipedia marked it as vandalism. My advice: don't use wikipedia unless you have all the time in the world. I own all the copyrights for NoCiRbo9 pictures and music. Paid lots of money and time. Appearently, it was marked as vandalism because they didn't find the informationprovided was accurate for some reason. So I quit the music and everything ese. No more vocal covers no more comic books etc. Good bye.

Revelation II

They scaped as the last resource of humanity to survive. The second one didn't look different to them at the beginning, (let me call it D2), but interfering it caused a new chain of events that made it hybrid. Chain of events that explains this hybrid universe to exist: based on this formula: for the human race to survive, factors X and Y need to interfere the reality in specific dimension (let me call it Vector 1).

D1 + X + Y  = (VECTOR2= D2, X2, [Y2])

D2 + X,[Y]  = (X2, [Y2])

D2 + X2 + Y2= (VECTOR3= D3, X3, [Y3])

D2 + X2 + Y2 = (VECTOR3= D3, X3, [Y3])

D3 + X2,[Y2] = (X3, [Y3])

D3 + X3 + Y3 = (VECTOR4= D4, X4, Y4/[Y4]); where D4 is our world. Our dimension. Hybrid. Requieres at least 2 more dimension key events to exist.

I am not a great scientist, just the...

01:57...

Give them a hint

What do you think about this:

The instrument, we know and don't mouth, once you activate it, everyone is powerless.

Good that's fine.

There's only one weapon with those properties. There are other weapons, but only one with that exact description. It puts you to your knees. And if you want to kneel and pray that's fine that won't hurt anyone, but that is

not what I'm talking about here. What is the only instrument with that specific power?

That's just enough.

1:58

Over the more-than-4-minute verbal barrage dubbed "The Storm," Eminem, whose real

name is Marshall Mathers, attacks Trump for his response to violence in

Charlottesville, Virginia, his repeated assailing of NFL protesters and his war of

words with North Korea.

Eminem launches blistering attacks on the president, calling him a "kamikaze" that

could cause "a nuclear holocaust"

https://www.nbcnews.com/pop-culture/music/eminem-attacks-trump-four-minutes-furious-rap-n809696

https://www.washingtonpost.com/national/unanswered-questions-loom-over-las-vegas-concert-massacre/2017/10/10/26963648-adf6-11e7-a908-a3470754bbb9_story.html?utm_term=.1744e03a3530

https://www.reviewjournal.com/local/the-strip/mgm-resorts-disputes-las-vegas-police-timeline-of-mass-shooting/

http://edition.cnn.com/2017/10/09/us/las-vegas-shooting-suspect/index.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2017_Las_Vegas_shooting

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2017/10/02/neighbors-las-vegas-shooter-swap-clues-and-look-answers/724771001/

... the scene on this reality has been contamined... https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2017/10/10/las-vegas-shooter-reno-home/752243001/

BLACK OUT BOMBS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dYNIN8tOdg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXNkLZc8iGQ

http://www.nzherald.co.nz/world/news/article.cfm?c_id=2&objectid=11931688

https://www.databreachtoday.com/latest-news

Students creates a weapon, what kind, maybe irrelevant but JIC. If the weapon found is "alien", then we need to think cyberhting was there.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/campus-police-officer-shot-dead-at-texas-tech-after-student-busted-for-drugs/ar-AAteuaQ

2:35

8:17 We are analizing, arranging, decoding data, transcripting, etc. The guys were more time in other dimensions than the time they were missing here.

For the 36:45 hours counted on this dimension when they were traveling, splitted

into the 7 dimensions they had time to before confirming cyberthing was back, we

have meassured, according to their instruments, show about 168 hours,

aproximately. The information collected will help us identify patterns and reality changes and time gaps. The reason cyberthing is destroying universes systematically, and knowing in advanced their movements means that he accesed some time in the

near future to take a look. Just like the guys did. But he didn't do anything else, until Oct8th2017, 13:01:47. Date and time when we show the first confirmed time rupture, for these new set of events. The chain of events was broken to a reality where he is defeated somehow, from here to 2256. But that chain of events was broken again and that can only happen is cyberthing is interfering it directly. Meaning that these are its final moves. Since we already mentioned many times about carlssin, it is possible that for our 2256 timeline he could not even born, so the carlssin we have registered going back in time is product of a now parallel 2256, since this dimension is a confirmed key event keeper.

Anything cyberthing has done is very low profile. Attacks seem to be planed with months, maybe years in advanced, but those humans are or were in trance. We know how, it controls them, but we

cannot specify more for international security reasons. If it's able to do this, all it needs is the instrument we know but don't mouth, understand this: he already has it, but needs amplifying. and we believe that its next step, besides making a series of events as a diversion, is getting this amplifyer, that could be ancient or human made, so it can acccomplish its programmation. We can only save this planet if we keep it away from the amplifier. It could even mean that it's working on creating a new one. For this, everything related with the instrument we know and don't mouth and its amplifier needs to be under extreme surveillance. Remember, cyberthing has the power to "activate" abducted human experiments, to cause mass tragedies. We believe that the remaining significant conspiracy members had influenced the NK Government. Making this a very delicate issue. We need to stop cyberthing and any remaining of the conspiracy, (which you already know what it was about, about awakening the beast); as at the

sametime we prevent the ww3. How do you deal the peace with a conspiracy that's being influenced by the demon? I'm not sure. But that's our mission. If it starts ww3, it will have won. We broke that chain of events once, we need to do that again. Our mistake was thinking that he lost interest on this world so we started looking to the future and investigating other

dimensions, to see what its next step was. Now we know that its next step is still taking over this world, and destroying it, or viceversa.

Time rupture detected: 8:58-Oct11th2017

An advantage of being in a hybrid reality, is that we have the experience from other worlds to help us, worlds that were destroyed and gave us their information to work on possible realities where we win. The disadvantage is that, since it is instable, contamination makes harder to determine with precission some facts.

Those 36:45 hours counted on this dimension weren't all in one travel, they were coming and going coming and going until we confirmed the time rupture on Oct8th2017, 13:01:47.

We are trying to create a time space map where we can focus only on these events. That could take years and now we can't leave the dimension or we risk imminent cyber attack and terror, as it happened on Oct8th2017,

13:01:47.

We are trying to replace some of the names of the visited dimensions by the team

and the ones we have registered Cyberthing was at too, so we can easily know which version of reality we are talking about. But were are running out of time. That will be something to do later, after we survive this situation.

Cyberthing destroyed 2 worlds. The first one did not even noticed what hit. The world where the team comes from. Let me call it by now "D1". A world that was

perfectly stable and not hybrid, as far as they could measure. They scaped as the last resource of  

humanity to survive. The second one didn't look different to them at the beginning, (let me call it D2), but interfering it caused a new

chain of events that made it hybrid. Chain of events that explains this hybrid universe to exist: based on this formula: for the human race to survive, factors X and Y need to interfere the reality in specific dimension`(let me call it Vector 1).

So D1 + factor X = vector1 So D1 + factor X + factor Y = vector2 (or vector1 + y = vector2)

D1 + X + Y  = (VECTOR2= D2, X2, [Y2])

D2 + X,[Y]  = (X2, [Y2])

D2 + X2 + Y2= (VECTOR3= D3, X3, [Y3])

D2 + X2 + Y2 = (VECTOR3= D3, X3, [Y3])

D3 + X2,[Y2] = (X3, [Y3])

D3 + X3 + Y3 = (VECTOR4= D4, X4, Y4/[Y4]); where D4 is our world. Our dimension. Hybrid. Requieres at least 2 more dimension key events to exist.

I am not a great scientist, just the basics, but they say I am doing good. Besides other members of the team are brilliant. I am preparing this for when they're back with the Psychic. That should be in about - - that I know.

At the same time the other guys are now recovering. I personally think, using my science-mind, that universe D1 is not really D1 and it is hybrid. But the one masterminded D1 did it so good, that didn't leave any time rupture that anyone else can access, assuring the existing of universes D2, D3, D4 etc...

The question we will always have and maybe never be able to determine exactly is, thinking that I am right, what happened in universe D-0? That is like asking: where did the energy of the big bang came from? 9:32 Going to surf around. I hope you have some good news.

I am often critized by giving to people much information. As long as we progress together as a race, and keep an eye on the bad guys, I don't mind you knowing the same I do.

9:37 Individual Post

Correction for Revelation I:

It is possible that they were affected. Cyberthing is very smart

It is possible that they were already affected. Cyberthing is very smart

09:37 Individual Post

Correction applied 10:05

11:01 If we are visited by other dimensional travelers, the result varies. If we recieve a visit from, lets say an example:

D4, + X4 + Y4 + (X21 + X34) = Vector X. That's how things start getting really complicated to understand. And sometimes, when we discover that the factors have changed, that means we have a time rupture recently. It will take us years at one reality to do so. That's why I am telling you. We're dealing with something delicate.

I know, I suck as scientist. Anything new? Ok

Hold on

11:02

Hi terrans of the D4, I am here to explain what a timespace key event is:

D1 + X1 + Y1 = VECTOR2 Simplified: D2 + X = (X2, Y2/[Y2]) D1 + X + Y = (VECTOR2= D2, X2, Y2/[Y2])

And that correction applies for the rest of the formula.

This correction,

specifically: (VECTOR2= D2, X2, Y2), (VECTOR2= D2, X2, Y2/[Y2])

Ok thanks. Lets see what you got. They are still - -.

11:25