#I like that my brain just generates AUs when I'm not even awake now

[shin-meddlesome-hero]

Some of my notes from watching Zeta Gundam very, very slowly (up until ep. 34)

(Needless to say that it contains spoilers and that I get very annoying about the female characters because that's my thing)

-I'm 6 episodes into Zeta Gundam and I still don't know what to make of Kamille. On the other hand, it took me a look at some screenshots of SD Gundam Kamille to know that I'd die for him.

-I was very surprised to see Kamille openly declaring that he's autistic. Why don't we have more of that?

-20 episodes in, now (watching v. slowly). So... Z isn't exactly that great about women... right? 0079 left me gladly surprised on that front, but my expectations were super low. Maybe I should turn off that part of my brain while watching this.

- I hate to say this about a female character but so far Beltorchika is so annoying. Wake up, sis! You can't fix the dude, you barely know him! He's not opening up to you, and please leave the 15 year old out of your problems with Amuro!

-"I learned karate and how to make Mobile Suits to become a man!". Kamille isn't beating the transmasc allegations /J

-It makes sense that Kamille resents her mother for apparently caring more about her job than her family, but this does speak more of that general anxiety about women in the workplace than of anything else. Might be a common cliché at the time, still don't like it.

-She's allowed to be a terrible mom, but maybe for other more nuanced reasons? Also the fact that Kamille mentions that Fa made things that his mother should've done for him... it's gonna be really awkward if Kamille/Fa is the endgame ship.

-So, if both Kamille's parents were responsible for the development of the MK-II, then when he fights in it, one can say that his parents are still protecting him. On the other hand, we could also consider the MK-II as Kamille's little br- *gets shot*

-Ep 21: The titular Zeta Gundam appears. -Male Feminist guy is creepy. -Bright has the vibes of an exhausted High School teacher. - Fa rescues Kamille in space. This two are soo endgame

-Bright: Emma, you should do something about Kamille and Fa. Emma: Nah. I'm not Kamille's mom, besides, teens like to make drama as a form of recreation.

Emma is so cool. (Also, she and Reccoa should kiss)

-If there's a fanfic out there about Bright Noah being a clueless high school teacher/principal, please let me know. That's like the perfect AU for him.

-Girls can also fuck up in the battlefield and get slapped as a form of military disciplinary tactic! Hashtag equality. (But seriously though, I wasn't expecting Fa to become a pilot. Interesting).

-In the comment section of the dubious site where I'm watching this show, people are saying that Zeta is ahead of its time. And yeah, in many aspects it is. On the other hand it took Gundam 40+ years to have a girl protag. Suletta Mercury should've been invented like 30 or 20 years ago.

-Meanwhile, Scirocco is high-key trying to get Jerid killed and failing. They're both huge losers.

-Also, Kamille is slowly and steadily growing on me.

-Kamille becomes more mature and thoughtful. - The story brings Katz to be the new impulsive boy who fucks everything up. -Katz matures after a couple of episodes. -Now there's a pair of annoying kids whose only purpose is to awake Fa's maternal instinct (???) It never ends!

-On the other hand, I did enjoy those five seconds where Quattro was babysitting those kids. Would've preferred more of that.

-I love that in-universe everyone refers to teenage drama as "recreation". Even Kamille at some point admits that he and Fa are engaging in such recreation. At least their relationship is evolving in a healthier way than Amuro and Fraw's in 0079.

-Between Reccoa possibly having feelings for Scirocco and Mauar protecting Jerid, it's evident that in this universe everyone suffers from having Bad Taste in Men. Y'all could do better, queens!

-Also everyone punches and slaps each other so much. And it's not a love language. It's just another language that everyone just use. (There's even a punch compilation in tumblr, it's hilarious).

-I really hope to eventually get an explanation of what's up with those kids that Char brought from Earth, because so far their only purpose is to fuel Fa's maternal instincts.

-Episode 33! We're finally meeting those funny guys from Axis. This is also full of high quality Char moments.

-*Char has flashbacks of him playing with toddler!Mineva and also gets angry when he realizes how much they have manipulated her* Aww, daddy Char.

* Char unnecesarily beats the crap out of Kamille, five minutes later* Hey! What the hell, Char?!

-Char: "I have never betrayed anyone in my entire life! Ever!

lol, a classic.

-Help! Char is starting to have a similar effect on me as the one that other horrible and pathetic fictional white men have on tumblrinas.

-Seriously though, if UC Gundam were more popular in the western hemisphere, Char Aznable would totally be a Tumblr Sexyman. *shudders*

-Me: I see, so Reccoa actually has a death wish, she recklessly jumps into the battlefield on a desperate attempt to find her own demise, but she doesn't know it.

Z Gundam: Actually Scirocco is brainwashing her with space magic and she's sexually frustrated with Char.

Wha-?

-Reccoa has so many death flags that I'm always surprised whenever she survives. Her fake "death" and its consequences were really well done. I particularly liked Kamille's reaction.

-Maybe the most effective death flag in Zeta is being close to Jerid. That's more letal than the birthday song or being near Amuro's range.

And that's all for now. Join me next time as I try to watch Z less slowly so I might be able to watch "Char's Counterattack" before Christmas 2023.

[mephestopheles]

Adding my thoughts to the collective brainrot of the locked tomb fandom. I literally couldn't wait more than a month before diving into the series again, having finished it at the beginning of April. I'm just starting act 3 of Htn and we'll, one thankfully it's much easier to follow now that I can kind of see the path ahead.

What struck me though is, I think I understand why Pal and Cam had to die instead of Magnus and Abigail in the Canaan House Au's. Harrow is healing herself of the damage done by the weird lobotomy she has given herself. I think she really tried to make sure it was permanent, but doesn't realise that as a lyctor all she would need is time, and given that she is in fact like 201 ghosts in one tiny frame, she doesn't even need a lot of time.

So when she's awake, it's the usual go and she's concerned with her physical body and she's dissociated enough from that, that even she can't see her eyes correctly in the mirror anymore. (Side note, I love how often everyone questions Ortus, when she mentions him and how subtle it is at first)

When Harrow's asleep though, she's healing her brain by recreating her memories from the ground up. Now maybe initially the plan was to rewrite all of those memories with Ortus to make sure it's as permanent as the physical tampering. But I don't think she planned or even anticipated that she's powerful enough to drag the actual ghosts back to puppet the story in full.

I believe she's powerful enough to have actually unintentionally brought Wake's ghost back with her through the River. That's why she's getting the bits of memories and notes from Wake (first about the eggs and then about killing the others)

But specifically in the rewrite of the memories, Harrow is trying to justify certain things that can't quite be changed. Gideon was very upset about Magnus and Abigail's death, she took it really hard and Harrow didn't understand it in the first book (now that's Gideon's pov and Gideon is so paranoid that it's possible that Harrow is reckoning with Gideon being treated like shit what a crumb of kindness did). So she transposes that pain and grief to the people who make sense. Thus rewriting their roles to be those who died and that leaves Magnus and Abigail taking over in Cam and Pal's shoes.

Another big reason is that Cam isn't dead and Pal isn't technically in the river so she can't drag them in to inhabit their puppets.

I also love that Gideon was so lovestruck by Dulcinea in Harrow's memories that she can't remove it from Ortus at all, so he's instantly developed feelings for Dulcie and doesn't care for Pro. Since we didn't get much from Pro in the first book (poor dead walking bodyguard) what we get might be real, or it could be Harrow giving Ortus some reason to not like him.

That's what I've pieced together so far, it seems to fit with what I remember, but let's face it the first read of Htn is generally a fever dream.

[cheesus-doodles]

Hello again! How are you? I'm the anonymous person who previously asked about the "boss". When reading your response about her personality in the "red dragonflies au", I realized it was me who had asked the same question back in 2022, recognized by the heart character I usually use haha, I didn't even remember that.

To be more recognizable, I'll use a more specific emoji this time.

This isn't a writing request, but I'd like to know about your creative process when writing. Usually, I focus more on my ideas after having a cup of coffee and meditating with white noise. My mind organizes better, and I avoid making too many mistakes.

I can say that your profile is one of my havens in the tokyo revengers community. Your writing and character inspired me to pick up an old project I started weeks after reading a few chapters of the manga, back when my only concerns were school exams, haha.

— 🥀.

was thinking between posting this now and next week, but I suppose it doesn't quite make a difference! will be back working on some longer fics but i'll make sure there's no drought next week

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Hello again 🥀 anon! well I have to say its great to see you around, and to have a recognisable emoji! :D I'm super thankful that you decided to stick around here all this time, best of luck with that project (and if you don't mind, I would love to see it whenever you're done!)

Ahh I do kinda miss school a little - the transition to work life is still pretty jarring ngl ;-; I still hate it time to time but what can we do amrite HAHAHAHA

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In terms of my creative process, I had a think about it because I was originally going to say that I didn't have any fixed process, but then I realised that the one constant time that I would get some writing done would be usually late nights/early mornings right before bed time. Mostly because I work full time and there are chores and stuff to do around the house after work, but also because I've always been a night owl and I find writing a good way to burn off whatever energy I have left before bedtime. Plus usually I get a bit more loose and fluid when I'm tired (its pretty strange ngl - the logic is just too strong for yanderes to make sense when I'm fully awake).

I also love to watch/listen to news updates/documentaries/financial stuff while I write? Or if I'm overstimulated I listen to music! I did try watching some cafe asmr while writing previously but I get too distracted watching the video to write so that didn't work out HAHAHAHA

But writing when I'm tired generally has an adverse effect on the sentence structure/grammar/generally story flow, so I will use my awake brain to string together what my tired brain wrote the previous night. From time to time at least, other times I'm just too impatient and just fuck it and post it.

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Inspiration also tends to hit me here and there, so I will occasionally write down ideas and sentences at work if I have free time, or while I'm out and about on weekends - just pop open Tumblr/Google Docs and jot it down before I forget! Might be that I was mulling over the prompt/idea and I see/hear/think something that hits just right!

Yea but that's how I usually go about it! As chaotic as it sounds ngl, but it works I suppose :))

Would love to hear more about your idea flow/creative process if you would like to share! Like where you get your ideas and inspiration, character personalities, or anything else you want to talk about :)

[ot3]

Sorry that was supposed to say: I love your narumitsu Christmas fic, do you ever think you’ll write other fic?

Thank you very much! and probably, at some point. god knows i have so many ideas. i really want to someday get back to writing my leverage au. I started a direct sequel to the christmas fic over 2 years ago, set 25 years afterwards for more christmas shenanigans, but there was just way way too much i wanted to cram in there like it'd probably be bare minimum 30k and it just got really daunting. I've also got a Phoenix and Trucy centric fic i've been tossing around in my brain for a couple years i'd really like to finish someday, but what's been written of it so far is just really not good.

I'm not much of a prose writer, i don't enjoy doing it a ton and i'm not super confident with the results, so it's really a last ditch effort for when an idea truly will not get purged from my brain. right now pretty much any of the time i would theoretically spend writing goes to working on my comic.

Anyway I had like the first thousand or so words of that sequel fic written up and then just stopped but ill stick whats there below the cut. YMMV.

Neither of them love Los Angeles, but they stay. Sooner or later everyone ends up back there. like a cat neglecting a sunbeam in favor of lying on the worn down arm of a highly trafficked couch, all Phoenix and Miles have to do is wait. The house feels cavernous when it’s just the two of them alone, but the days bleed by fast, sometimes distressingly so, and that emptiness only lasts as much as anything else does.

They’re alone now. Over a year or two since they’ve had a houseguest stay for more than a handful of days at a time. It makes the empty rooms feel frivolous. Perhap there’s something sad about it in the abstract, so many beds gathering dust. Miles doesn’t really mind it.

In the kitchen: Phoenix standing in front of the island chopping peppers and onions, Miles shuffling up behind him. Wraps his arms around his husband’s stomach, in the airy privacy of broad windows looking out to nothing but a generous yard. One hand slips under the hem of his shirt.

“Mmm… making breakfast?” He mumbles into Phoenix’s neck before laying a row of kisses along it.

“Yes, I’m making an omelet. For myself.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Miles pushes Phoenix’s shirt up a little further, and starts working his mouth across his jaw.

“I asked you if you wanted breakfast, and you said no, and to let you sleep more, and I did,” Phoenix huffs. 

“Yes, but now I’m awake,” he says, “and I’m hungry.”

One of Phoenix’s hands is still working the knife on the cutting board. The other reaches up over his shoulder to weave into Miles’ hair. Miles steps forward, pressing him insistently against the countertop.

“What? What is this?” Phoenix asks, tapping the flat of the knife on Miles’ wrist. “What are you doing here? Are you trying to have sex with me or do you want me to make you breakfast?”

“I want you to make me breakfast, and then I want to have sex with you.” It has been a long and busy week, but now that week is over. Miles intends to enjoy himself. 

“So needy! Pick one or the other, I’m not running a charity here.”

“Breakfast.” 

“You’re not even gonna pretend to think about that one?” He clicks his tongue. Sets the knife on the counter, turns around in Miles’ grip to loop his arms around the other man’s neck. “Don’t even have to consider if you want me more than an omelet?” 

“I’m being efficient and cutting out the part of this conversation where you pretend you’re not going to want me to fuck you in an hour or so regardless.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe I’m finally over it. You’ve been working so many late nights, maybe the spark is gone. What if it’s now or never?” 

“I suppose,” Miles says, “that that’s a risk I’m willing to take. In pursuit of an excellent omelet.” 

“Then I guess I’m making omelets.” Phoenix disentangles himself and turns around. Picks the knife back up and – and immediately hurls it onto the floor as he startles, caught completely off guard by his phone ringing further down the counter. “Shit!”

He answers it. Miles tries to lean in and pick up the other half of the conversation, but Phoenix plants a hand firmly across his face to keep him at bay. Smudging his glasses, the nerve. On his end, Phoenix doesn’t say much. Mostly ‘uh huh’ and ‘yeah’ but he sounds excited, topping off the call with a ‘great!’ He sets it back on the counter when he’s done.

“That was Apollo,” he says, with more gravity than Miles thinks a phone call from Apollo warrants, not that he isn’t fond of the man.

“And?”

“And he called to tell us that he and Klavier are good. For Christmas, I mean. They can come.”

“Is that-”

“Yeah, I think so. Pretty sure.” Phoenix starts counting on his fingers, mouthing something but not saying it out loud. “Yeah. That’s everyone.”

Miles fails to resist the urge to double check. He mentally runs over the list himself. Trucy. Franziska and Ema. Maya and Pearl, and her girls, and whatever other sprog the two of them will be bringing up from Kurain. Apollo and Klavier and the kids. Kay. That’s it. That’s everyone. How many years had it been since they were last able to wrangle all of these people in the same room? Five? Closer to ten?

“Goodness,” he finds himself saying.

“Yeah,” Phoenix says again, and then, a pause. “Yeah. Hey. We should do presents.”

“Christ. You had to go ahead and ruin it already, didn’t you?” Miles picks the knife up off the floor and sets it into the sink before handing Phoenix another from the block. “I’m not doing this on an empty stomach.” 

Phoenix offers him a shitty little salute. “There’s that holiday spirit!” ----

Later, when they’re in the shower, Phoenix is thinking about it. They don’t do presents anymore. It had just trickled to a natural stop, unspoken, as everyone had gotten older and wealthier and more traveled. Houses and suitcases ending up with less and less empty space as years went on. If you saw something and thought someone just had to have it, you got it for them, but the expectation of it had long since flamed. Birthdays and Christmases marched by without much fanfare beyond a big dinner and a few too many drinks.

[c0rpseductor]

im just doing all of these at once regardless of likes and i'm doing it here because i hate twitter's character limit. and i love the sound of my own voice. feel free to steal it from me if you like in fact please do

i listen to music when i write Sometimes. i try to keep it to stuff without lyrics or stuff with lyrics in a language i don't speak fluently enough for them to distract me. sometimes i do listen to music in english if i've heard the song so many times that i can kind of tune out the words but in general music with lyrics pulls the language bits in my brain in too many directions

i tell my close friends about plans for my fics and talk to them about it and sometimes let them beta sections of writing but in general i'm a no beta/loose beta kind of guy.

third person limited babyyyyyyyyyy

depends. i used to write more often in past tense but i switched to present recently and i feel like the immediacy of present makes it a lot easier for me especially where more figurative prose is concerned. i've been meaning to try past tense again just to see if it's really more difficult or if my decision to switch tenses is unrelated

pretty even mix. i start and abandon longfics like nobody's business

see above.

i guess if you count oc/canon or oc/oc stuff as rarepairs but. not really? shrug

i try really hard to write principal characters as close to canon as possible, but background characters i take more liberties with. in general i don't like discarding canon characterization bc it feels like, ok, why not just write an oc? after a certain point. like the point is that i enjoy the character as depicted yknow

i don't really think about this. if you put some cliches or tropes in front of me in a story i'd be able to identify them and say whether or not i like them but a lot of times it's contextual and i like the execution more than the trope itself. or vice versa. i like reincarnation romance conceptually but do not often like the way it's written

i fucking hate omegaverse. gender is a prison

obviously im an emetwol freak. emetwol is my otp. sickos voice

i dont have any notps really. i dont spend time thinking about specific ships i hate i just ignore them

nice dichotomy, now what lies outside it? i guess i like both fluff and smut but i don't know that i really care for fluff vs smut as a binary. my personal definition of "fluff" encompasses any particularly tender feel-good warm fuzzy kind of fiction and that doesn't preclude sexual intimacy in the slightest. conversely i love a good bit of tender feel-good warm fuzzy smut but do not really like "fluff" in the way i tend to see it used in fandom as specifically like sexless "wholesome" feel-good slice of life stuff a la coffee shop au. nothing wrong with that but i get a little bored of it unless it's a breather in a longer work with dramatic weight personally

i love angst. i think my personal hangup is that angst has to have a point and be about something. angst for the sake of angst inevitably feels kind of cheap and shallow to me. whenever i write angst it's like to process something specific so i tend to have a lesson in mind at the end of the work

in the shower or lying awake in bed at night the same as everyone else i assume

plantser. i always have an outline in mind but it's flexible. vague. mutable. gossamer

i title my chapters and i kick myself for starting the habit every time bc i'm dogshit at titles

i think most of my pet peeves are smut-related which says a lot about me. stop saying core to mean vagina. stop saying sex as a noun for genitals. i never want to see sac again. also i fucking despise orbs as a noun for eyes and i thought we'd abolished that like via geneva convention sometime in 2015 but people still use it.

scene transitions and communicating the passage of time. im still working on that

bold of my amateur ass to give advice but i think READ REAL BOOKS. is high on the list. not just fiction, either. read nonfiction, both bc it can be surprisingly engaging and poetically written and because it's good to learn facts about things. read wikipedia. recipe blogs. i dont care. read everything you possibly can that is not fanfiction. and when you are watching tv and movies pick apart every narrative you encounter to see how it works. you will be a better writer for it i promise

[privateanxieties]

Hi, first of all, I love your work so much. You understand the character, and your writing is so eloquent and compelling, it’s UGH love it. The golden age has a very special place in my heart, makes me as writer go “this. this is what I want to achieve.” Tangent aside, just wondering if I could get some more info on the next update of “the nearness of you in my imagination?” 🫶

Hiiiiii! Thank you so much! The golden age is my favorite story I've written so far. I think I was just in a different headspace entirely, and more focused than I am now. I also wrote it for me and no one else, and I think generally, writers do their best work when they don't pay any mind to things like audience reception. I honestly hope to write more like this in the coming months.

As for the coffee shop AU... boy, if that story isn't banging pots and pans in my head because I want to finish it, and at the same time, I don't even know what I was going for when I wrote those chapters. I think something got away from me and the more I tried writing the next chapter, the more frustrated I got. I suppose I'm not very good at writing serial fics without finishing them first, and then posting. I wrote a little more of the next chapter in December, and should I finally have a serious conversation with the stubborn part of my brain, maybe I will finish it this month. For now, here is a little snippet of Chapter 5:

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"Alchemax is a hydra. With over four hundred official divisions worldwide and who knows how many unofficial hiding holes, the likelihood of escaping their grasp once the tentacles have ensnared you is slim. It's this knowledge that has kept Peter nailed to his spot at the edge of her bed until the clock struck 7 p.m., long after he returned from the subway station.

He should have never left her alone. Waiting for her on the fire escape after their fight was the worst decision he made, but he figured she needed some time to cool off. She was safe, after all. She had his scarf.

But then he found it lying at the bottom of the stairs, the brown wooly fabric turned a nauseating maroon and the tracker he'd sown into the lining crushed beyond use. She couldn't have done that herself. Either the scarf was removed by her (and considering his fuck-up earlier, there was a high possibility), or it was forcibly removed by someone else. The blood on the stairs makes him think of all the ways she might've been killed, but the absence of a body has him hoping against all hope.

He was minutes late when seconds counted. Now, he has no idea where to start looking.

Is he even looking for her? Or is revenge the only remaining option? They would not have killed her so quickly. Why threaten and intimidate for weeks just to end it with no grandiose gesture? Why break into her apartment just to leave without incident?

No, that's not like Powell, Peter thinks. And tonight, Spider-Man will pay him a visit.

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Being kidnapped is not the ideal way to find out things about yourself, but it is no less effective than any other method. For example, she'd probably have to undergo a year of therapy just to figure out she's not as afraid of dying as any normal person should be. Instead, here she is: figuring it out in the less than twenty minutes that she's been awake, strapped to a vertical slab of metal. She's not afraid of dying, because she suspects it would be preferable to whatever is in store for her.

It's quiet where she is, and bright enough that keeping her eyes open for more than a few seconds at a time hurts. The two or three times she's tried inspecting her surroundings revealed little more than the sterile environment she could already identify using her sense of smell. White tile, stainless steel, glass and antiseptic - the laboratory setting is unmistakable and not that fascinating. She isn't terribly interested in studying it. It only adds to the stress bubbling under her skin, weighing down already heavy limbs. Everything hurts. From the moment she came to, the pain worked to propel memories to the forefront of her mind.

Stairs. Cold. Sharp edges. Acute panic. Stolen breath. Despair. She cycled through the abstract until the concrete materialized soon thereafter.

Someone pushed her, that she knows. She tumbled down an interminable flight of stairs that cut into her kidney and broke more than one or two essential things. At the bottom, her head cracked off the pavement so hard that it erased the pain for one blissful second. It didn't last. Lying there in disbelief, involuntary squawks and forced breaths all disordered, she waited for something to happen that would annul reality. Maybe she would wake up in bed. Maybe her body wasn't giving out on her.

The taste of copper threatening to choke her contradicted everything her mind came up with to soothe itself, until it finally caved into nothingness.

She was making her way out of the station, lost in bitterness and on the verge of angry tears. She wasn't paying attention; she was trying to shove down feelings that made her chest tight and her hands clammy. Played. Strung along. Used. Exploited. Coaxed with sweet words and overt affection. Before her stomach was churning with dread and pain from the fall, it was already gnawing at her from sheer defeat."

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So. Yeah.

I also have a problem with this story because I wrote it in the present tense and have since written all my other stories in the past tense. It's getting harder and harder to switch!

I'm sorry to keep people in suspense, waiting on a story that isn't finished, but at least I know now not to post any kind of story in chapters before it's well and truly wrapped up. It's not just better in terms of managing expectations, but serial writing is just very open to a lot of errors, plot holes, inconsistent characterization etc...

I hope you stick around to see it finished! Thank you for reading and for sharing your thoughts with me, it means a lot! :)

[lesbiansandco]

An unstoppable force (madd taking up all of my waking and sometimes half-awake! hours) meets an immovable object (the urge to post about madd on my tumblr blog)

i swear i want to relate to my fellow tumblr madders but to do that i would have to Stop Daydreaming and i am not yet strong enough for that (different madd criteria/madd questions) "how many hours a day do you daydream?" bitch all of them?!?!? except for sleeping but i have chronic insomnia not related to madd but guess what my brain does to fill the insomnia gap? daydream and so i lose time before bed too and the first thing I do when I wake up? daydream i've gotten so good at it too - daydreaming all of the time about anything whatsoever without it showing to other people and that doesn't mean it doesn't impact my life (or else it wouldn't really be madd) but i can hide my struggling so well and even snap out of the daydreaming for just enough time to talk to people/function somewhat normally before being sucked right back in the second its possible im a functioning addict but not for alcohol or other drugs Its Just Madd (and its driving me mad[d]) "avoid your triggers" everythings a trigger. everything. anything could spark a daydream or daydream scenario. I have over 10 different AUs for my current main paracosm bc of shit like this (and yes I can keep track of them. who needs brain function for normal human activities when you have daydreams!). and if there are no triggers around? i'll replay a scene just to watch it again or to go through and make little changes to improve the scene. or create another au. there's no escape and the hard part is: i don't want it to go away. at least not right now. i love my paras and paracosms (well, most of them). but i hope one day my life will get to a point where i don't need to daydream all of the time to escape reality and i can just be an immersive daydreamer and a functional human. but right now? that's not gonna happen. and i'm okay with it. and the worst part: i don't control my daydreams. they're set off by random triggers or boredom and i can't control what i daydream about or when, or for how long. usually its fine, but sometimes i'll daydream something disturbing. or gory/graphic. or generally unpleasant. and these scenes are always extra vivid. and when that happens? i want to stop daydreaming. just for a few hours. a little bit of time. but no. its somehow even harder to snap out of it for a little bit and i have to ride it through. and just for a moment, i hate it. i hate madd. and then it provides an enticing, not horrific escape a while later, and i don't hate it anymore. this wasn't supposed to turn into a rant. for anyone who read it, thanks for listening. may your daydreams (madd or otherwise) be pleasant.

[talaofthevalley]

Please please please tell me you have more of the nezu and tomura au. I will take anything you are willing to give. It is my life force.

You have me seriously obsessed with this now. It has crawled into my brain. It is now living in my head rent free.

In all seriousness, I absolutely love it. I can imagine it so well and I now desperately want to see their interactions.

Please grace me with more of this AU. *looks at you with big teary pleading eyes*

sfdsjhgfs yes join me i feel less alone knowing i'm not just seeing things. Seriously though this was such a nice message to find in my inbox *w*

I do really want to write a thing for this au at some point, but that will likely be a good way off. I've got some scattered tidbits though that I can share c: (and do so happily!) Hope you enjoy!

Tomura enters UA, not as a normal student or as a hero student, but something in between where he's working on bettering his relationship to his quirk and himself. The school was deemed the safest place for him and he basically has the schedule a hero student would have but he's not in their class. They quickly find out Tomura is ahead in some curriculums and behind in others, though he learns quickly.

Nezu took it upon himself to be his teacher for the latter part of his day after his general classes are over. Their activites vary from training to chatting over tea or playing a game. Tomura's 'classroom' is completely empty except for his desk and a teacher's podium Nezu sits upon. It's needlessly dramatic but Nezu insisted.

Nezu is the only one Tomura trusts even a little for a long, long while, so the principal is often called to clear things up or resolve arguments between Tomura and other teachers.

At first Nezu having custody of him while also being his teacher and principal of the school was a bit frowned upon. However Tomura's experience with nepotism up to now has literally been the source of all the terrible shit in his life so they can only go up.

Tomura does not cope with school well at first. Nezu had told him beforehand he could always come to his office if he needed a break without risking being bothered, and Tomura takes him up on that often. Depending on the severity and Tomura's mood, Nezu either works in silence and lets him collect himself in peace, or they sit down for a cup of tea(in Nezu's case) and some soda(in Tomura's case, served in a tea cup of course) and talk.

As a training excercise, Nezu has Tomura come up with ideas for training regimes for the hero students, catered to their individual quirks and meant to challenge them with the resources available to him at UA. Nezu was delighted with what he came up with. Few students managed to pass this exercise.

The boardgames started out a while after Nezu connected with Tomura over video games and he brainstormed ways he could use it as a branching out point. Tomura had never played one but the big variety and cool designs had him hooked quickly. It helps that Nezu is a real challenge but doesn't taunt him when he loses(only teases sometimes).

Tomura, once he starts to relax and his body figures out he's safe, starts having terrible, awful nightmares more and more often as his mind copes with all the trauma, and relies on his usual way of handling nightmares. Once Nezu finds out his normal coping mechanism("If I stay awake long enough I'm so exhausted I don't dream") he immediately looks into all the ways to soothe nightmares and has a very firm conversation with Tomura that if he feels even a smidge like he wants company, to wake Nezu up. They'll have a midnight snack or drink.

[earthstellar]

had a transformers dream so I’m going to write it down in case I ever get the time/energy to write this fic because it has potential

typing real fast before I forget the details!!! 

premise of dream: Transformers but also Greek mythology 

Rodimus was Dionysus and used his flames to heat up water in this totally badass cyber-hydroponics type system to grow these huge plants like grapes but the grapes contained energon which he made special “wine” with lmao, good vibes 

Ultra Magnus was Zelus, owing to his strong conviction in structure and law, embodying dedication and genuine satisfaction when shit is Done Right lol (Zelus = Zelos = where we get the word “zealous” from). my brain made an interesting choice here but honestly not the worst, I can see it. he was not in this dream a whole lot but he was there briefly so I’m just telling y’all what my brain generated lol if I write a fic I might reconsider this one or leave as-is, idk yet more research is needed 

and because apparently I ship Dratchet even in the depths of my subconsciousness, Ratchet was Priapus -- Likely because of the overlapping connotations of health and fertility in a lot of classical medicine. 

There was a brief Med Bay scene and he was just doin’ regular maintenance type check-ups on a few bots, but at one point someone roasted him because apparently in this dream mythology AU he has a tendency to run a little warmer than average as a default setting, checks out I guess lmao

he was also hyper protective of his patients, like he doesn’t care if other medics come in but his whole vibe in this dream reminded me of Angry Ram LOOOL listen it’s not his fault he’s charged up by default okay, it means his systems are running correctly, his vents are working fine so no problem, he’s just kinda Like This 

I’m asexual so there was no sexy content in this dream LMAO but I assure you Drift was always in relatively close proximity lol 

and of course Drift was Aphrodite -- I am 99% sure this is because of that one Aphrodite statuette I saw that one time in the Ashmolean Museum with the huge hips and belly but the statuette was posed as if it was dancing which evidently is extremely rare for that period in Grecian iconic sculpture if I remember correctly so it kinda sticks out in my memory among all the other ones that were on display but anyway 

so in the dream Drift had the proportions of the Aphrodite statue which honestly isn’t that different from his actual canonically huge hips anyway (best character design decision of all time, thank you JRO / J Law) 

tbh I like the design for him that my brain generated, very fat and glowy but still a potentially dangerous warrior, sticks with the theme of passion l guess :’) <3 and he still had his swords so watch the fuck out lmao but also: potential for sword dancing in this dream AU which seems like it could be cool. 

people apparently also go to Drift specifically to officiate conjunx ceremonies, which makes sense; he’s still a third in command of some kind in this AU from what my brain allowed me to perceive in the dream realm LMAO and he’s also the embodiment of most themes related to relationships and love, so this checks out to me 

idk I like the idea of Drift dragging Ratchet into helping set up space robot god weddings every now and then, Ratchet pretends to be uninterested but he always arranges check-ups for those undergoing their rites just to be sure everyone’s healthy for the big day. :’) it’s stressful, make sure you stay adequately fuelled etc. 

(Ratchet may also carry out what are essentially equivalents of fertility clinic screenings for any bots who might express a desire to raise a sparkling at any point in the future, because that’s thematically appropriate-- even if the Well generates sparklings or hot spots exist in this dream AU, he’s still like “you are going to get ZERO recharge for the next several cycles, sparklings that are going through initial protoform development are restless and you’ll need to pay attention to...” and so on lol) 

but I like that my brain made these two the power couple of this dream AU lmao, Angry Ram Ratchet is a fun take and I love Drift with the super fast, super fat, super warrior of passion vibes, he’s super excited about helping you pick the location for your conjunx endura rites to be carried out, and he’ll fuck up anyone who ruins this for you <3 lmaooo I actually really like this idea??? thanks dream brain, hell yeah 

I like the idea that their designs are all mostly the same but the changes are related to their respective mythical entity theme and symbolism which my brain integrated from TF canon lol, like Priapus!Ratchet is already wide and sturdy etc. he just runs hotter here due to permanently slightly higher charge (which is also useful for delivering jump start shocks if someone’s in spark arrest etc. so it’s helpful at work, not just a “lol somebody call Drift already” joke) 

and Aphrodite!Drift is all rounded out because it’s a common theme with love/life in a lot of TF media; sparks are round inside the chest compartment, sparks (as in sparklings in hot spots) are round, the Well of All Sparks has a round opening and any sparks emitted forth still retain their circular shape even when not being subjected to cyber-geological pressures in the ground in hot spots which is interesting, when becoming amicas etc. round outwardly emitting halos of life energy intertwine between sparks, and so on 

there’s a lot of round/circular imagery associate with life and love, so I guess my brain was like “makes sense for Aphrodite!Drift to be round too” and honestly huge shoutout to my dream brain for generating that because it works super well both conceptually and visually 

anyway oh god uhhh what else can I remember from this dream 

Velocity was Hygieia and First Aid was Asclepius, makes sense to me 

fuuuuuck I already forgot the others!!! dreams always fade so fast for me, but hey at least I got some notes down lol 

anyway it was a fun dream, mostly everyone was hanging out in a Temple-like version of Cybertron that was basically “what if Iacon was Crystal City but also Athens” 

10/10 dream, very chill!!! 

[maxladcomics]

How am I supposed to read all your stuff if I'm on mobile?! 😭 I always seem to get lost in the sauce- I mean- never ending comic hoops, and yet I'm certain that some comics are out of the chain, so I can never see them. Is there an order to the madness? I've tried to find one on my own, but it never ends! Everything is a scrambled mess in my brain and most of the characters I see make no sense to me (other than, hey, this skeleton looks really cool! So on the basic level) because I have no backstory for them. So... What should I do? I'm starting to lose hope here... Jk, but still, it's best to say that my brain is mush.

How do I see ~everything~ ever, in the most efficient manner possible?

Also, I just to be certain that you know I'm not flaming you- I love your art, even if most of it doesn't make much sense to me- but even still! I love it anyway- i just want to be in the know lol. I've been seeing your comics on and off for years I'd say- but not in any particular order, or with any logic. I feel like I'm trying to craft multiple intricate puzzles, but all of them are in the same box- but at the same time some random (great) person shows up and starts taking some of the pieces and putting them in other boxes, then adds more, also all great intricate pieces, then adds some sick bonus art to the pile- and I'm also at the same time, really, really bad a puzzles. That's the sort of sheitsuation I'm in. I have no idea how to properly use tumbler (I thought that people could post stuff to a blogs wall- I know now- sorta- that that's not how it works, but the remnants of my stupidity still remain up to this very day), and I also didn't know how to post links- so, you could probably assume why that might be a problem- just an endless supply of wack that really serves to throw my tiny pea brain for a loop.

So, I guess I'm trying to ask this, the tldr if you will: I want to read all of your stuff, but don't really know how. How do I do the do?

(Also, I've been awake for like 26 ish hours, so please forgive me for this- my brain is very frazzled)

I checked tumblr to see 99+ notes AND IM SO SORRY YOU'VE BEEN LOST FOR SO LONG- pfff

Also thank you, I 'secretly' hope that when you say about pieces and boxes and more boxes and intricate pieces that you've managed to spot some 'super secret' foreshadowing I've thrown here and there and just need some extra pages to figure it out.

I'm not sure if it works on mobile anymore because I haven't checked in around a year or two?

but this link to my comics list should work?

I also post my comics on deviantart but I doubt that's any better lol.

ANYWAY. That link is for my main storyline comics. As far as I know, most of the comics are based in the same multiverse storyline (except hungerswap, Don't come back, and maybe Science)

The other comics I do are also linked in there but I'll link them here as well

Shenanigans (as far as I remember) have no foreshadowing and is generally dumb stuff for fun. It's in order of when I posted them. So the oldest is at the top, and newest is on the bottom. YOU CAN SEE MY ART GROW ALONG THE WAY lol.

Random comics are here

Random comics, are comics that can make you either laugh or cry, or feel like there's someone standing right behind you in a dark room. A lot of my favourite comics are in this one lol and I think there's some foreshadowing, too!

...I'm lying. There's a good chance there's foreshadowing crawling everywhere through both random comics AND shenanigans. I just don't remember all of them.

There might be some comics missing or deleted, but if a "Next" or "Previous" on a comic page sends you on a loop, let me know and I can fix it!

Edit: Forgot to also link my AU blogs for Undercurrent and Fellswap

[oneiriad]

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So - the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about. Which - since telling people the plot of something I intend to write tends to sadly remove my desire to write it - to me gets to mean something I do not ever intend to write for oh so many reasons.

At least one of those reasons involve characters being OOC even in my brain.

So. An MDZS AU, where there is no Wei Wuxian in the Jiang Sect.

We're at the start of the Sunshot Campaign, the sect heirs are getting rounded up for the Indoctrination Camp - and maybe things happen differently at the Cloud Recesses, or maybe it's not until we're back in the camp, where there's no WWX to distract and become a target - or maybe it's simply that unlike JC, NHS and JZX, LWJ is the spare and not the heir (depending on which canon I'm playing with).

Long story short: WC orders WZ to burn out Lan Wangji's golden core.

Core-less LWJ with a broken leg that's just barely healed enough to carry him before his accelerated healing factor got ripped out of him.

*pet pet*

On to the great monster hunt - except this time there's no WWX to do something clever and find the monster's lair. In other words, WC (random aside - that abbreviation, seriously) grows increasingly frustrated and decides to expand his hunt.

Into Yiling.

Now, in this AU, Yiling is a forbidden zone for cultivators. It's the domain of the dread Yiling Laozu (yes, this is that sort of AU) and has been for generations. It's not a dreadful place to live for muggles and the normal authorities mind their business - and the occasional rogue cultivator pass through unmolested for the most part - but the sects stay the hell away and you don't accept night hunts in Yiling. You just don't.

And that's where WC orders them all to go.

Though he's sufficiently aware of the dangers that he allows the "students" to have their swords back. LWJ getting Bichen back and looking stoic and sad, because he no longer has a core and now it's just a sword. *pet pet*

So, they enter Yiling, hunting something or other monster supposedly there - and things go utterly wrong, of course. Because Yiling has all the undead horrors of the Burial Mounds, and a large number of cultivators just crossed the border, drawing their attention.

As the Wen sect does when the going gets tough, they throw the hostages under the bus and things get even messier.

Honestly, all I got is the mental image of Lan Wangji, barely standing on his poor leg, defending somebody with a sword that's far too heavy and unwieldy for a non-cultivator that hasn't trained with it for months as a such, probably from some Wens, while fierce corpses are approaching.

And then he wakes up. Which, if I was writing this, is actually where the fic would start.

He's in a nice bed in a nice, simply appointed room. He's naked, but under covers, his injuries tended to by someone who knows what they are doing. His sword is leaning against the bed, a complicated piece of talisman knotwork around the grip making it impossible to draw it from the sheath.

And there's a fierce corpse just standing there, doing nothing, until it notices that he's awake. That's when it moves - to fetch a tray with tea and bowls of food, placing it in front of a watchful LWJ. Who eats what's offered, since he figures whoever brought him here is not intending to poison him. If they wanted him dead, well, just leaving him would have taken a lot less work, and there'd be another fierce corpse in Yiling by now.

It's when he's finished eating that the fierce corpse opens its mouth and says "The Yiling Patriarch would like to know the name of his guest." And, well, if he wasn't sitting down Lan Wangji might have taken a tumble, because fierce corpses does not talk.

Except this one does (hello, Wen Ning!). And it asks a few follow up questions before gathering the used utensils and things and heading for the door.

"Does the Yiling Patriarch have any other guests?" LWJ asks before he's left to himself.

"No," and then Wen Ning pauses at the sight of Lan Wangji's slumped shoulders. "But he's acquired a fair number of prisoners in the last few days."

So - in this verse Wei Wuxian was born centuries ago, founded demonic cultivation centuries ago (and yes, this involved a loss of his own golden core way back when), claimed the Burial Mounds and Yiling as his territory and is in general the horror of the cultivation world. Except it's been maybe a couple of generations since anybody saw him, hence WC's daring to enter Yiling. Who knows, maybe he finally died of old age?

Spoiler: he hadn't.

The nice Wens, by the way, settled in Yiling as a tiny healer cultivation sect that got special permission, bravely seeking out the Yiling Patriarch to ask his consent. Some of them serve him in his mansion/palace/whatever, and Wen Ning ending up as a fierce corpse is probably a long story which I don't know, but I like the Ghost General, damnit.

Anyway, Wei Wuxian the Yiling Patriarch got drawn away from his very important research by a bunch of trespassers (annoying) and found himself intrigued to spot Lan Wangji the sadly core-bereft. So, he had his fierce corpses pretty much round up the trespassers and stuck most of them in his convenient dungeon, while focusing on this interesting Lan.

Where it goes from there varies a bit. If I'm in that sort of mood, the dread Yiling Laozu might decide to thoroughly non-con his way through the captured set of sect heirs in his dungeon (except WC, who gets the choice between getting non-conned by WZ or gang-raped by fierce corpses (there is not nearly enough zombie porn in this fandom)), but honestly, that's more than a bit OOC. But you know how it is.

More properly plotty is the version where LWJ actually meets his host, who is surprisingly youthful and gregarious for a dread necromancer/possibly borderline demon?, and who pretty quickly decides he likes the stoic (desperately stoic at this point - wouldn't you be?) Lan with his well kept secret sense of humor. Also, probably decides that he wants to teach him demonic cultivation - which is probably only truly scarily powerful in somebody who had the entire golden core set-up and then lost it, creating a prepared framework for the demonic stuff bits - or just use demonic dual cultivation to help him recover (*cough*yes-that-sort-of-dual-cultivation-(listen-there-are-reasons-why-I-am-not-writing-this-okay)*cough*).

I am not saying I've got a mental image of LWJ in WWX's lap, facing away, riding his cock, WWX's hand stroking his throat, WWX talking about how maybe he wants to dress him red silk, send some corpses to the Cloud Recesses with suitable gifts and just keep him all to himself. I am also not saying that that I don't.

Of course, there's still the rest of the sect heirs stuck in the dungeon and probably at least half the cultivation world going borderline crazy at the borders of Yiling (imagine NMJ furiously torn between wanting to kill WRH because he landed them in this mess and needing to ally with him, because who else would have a single chance against the dread Yiling Laozu(tm) ).

So, Wei Wuxian decides it's past time to remind the entire cultivation world of exactly why he is the dread Yiling Laozu - and conveniently get the granaries emptied of annoying people in time for the people of Yiling to fill them with supplies for the winter - so he puts each sect heir, tied up and qi bound, on a donkey or horse, their retinues trailing behind each on long ropes - except LWJ, who's got a nice litter carried by fierce corpses and with WN walking next to it as company/assistant.

And then Wei Wuxian gets on his own donkey, lifts Chenqing to his lips and his entire company of corpses start walking as they head out on a grand tour of visiting the Great Sects one by one to remind them exactly why you do not mess with WWX.

I expect it ends with Lan Wangji marrying the Dark Lord (and possibly becoming a demonic cultivator in his own right), but honestly, that bit is not really the focus of the daydreams.

So yeah, welcome to my brain, it's a weird place sometimes.

[invisibleraven]

Kiss prompt! 84, trying to deny feelings but kiss reveals them, Reggie x Carrie

Percy Jackson AU! Because I've been reading the books and definitely enjoy them, as well as the musical.

When Reggie first came to Camp Half-Blood, he and Carrie didn't really get along. She was a know it all who thought she was better than everyone, and Reggie was the screw up who had been kicked out of every school he had attended, and didn't even know which god helped sire him.

It was only made worse when Poseidon claimed him as his own, as Carrie's mother, Athena and the sea god did not get along. Reggie tried to not let it get in the way, Carrie was smart, brave, and impressive, but she just scoffed at his attempts at friendship. But that didn't stop her from coming along on his quest to stop an all out war between the gods.

"Like you'd survive without me Seaweed Brain," she snarked. But given she had permission to go, and Reggie would admit, more know how when it came to being a demi-god in general, he let her tag along.

As they journeyed, they got to know one another better, Reggie confessing how he always wanted to be a good guy, but everything seemed to blow up in his face. How he was still hoping he could rescue his mom from Hades, even if it meant the war going ahead.

"You had a good mom," Carrie commented, her tone a little bitter. "My mother barely acknowledges me. She gave me this stupid cap of invisibility, and that's it. And with my dad always on tour... it just seemed easier to stay at camp. At least I'm respected there. But this quest... this is my chance to prove to them all that I'm worth it. Be remembered."

"I'm sure you will be," Reggie tried to assure her, bringing her in for a hug. Carrie snuggled into it, for just a moment, then they broke apart, blushing and stammering, backs turned to each other as they tried to sleep. Only their feelings kept them awake for longer than they would have liked, meaning they spent the next day running from monsters with little energy.

In the end, the barely survived, Reggie having to summon the powers of the sea to help keep Ares at bay, and all of Carrie's cunning to get Zeus' lightning bolt back to him without being fried to a crisp. Even if his uncle refused to listen when he brought up Kronos, and his plans to reform.

Back at camp, they were lauded as heroes, and Reggie made sure to give Carrie equal credit. She blushed but didn't deny that she had essentially saved his life several times over. The summer drew to a close, and then it was the last day, and Reggie wasn't sure if he wanted to stay at camp, or return to his now restored mother.

"Packed yet Seaweed Brain?" Carrie asked from the door to his cabin.

"Not yet... not sure what to do. Are you staying here?"

Carrie shook her head. "No, I'm going to try and stay with my dad again. He's taking a break this year to write, to meditate, and he asked me to come home. First time in five years, but... I'm ready. I'll be back next summer."

Carrie came over, pressing a quick kiss to Reggie's cheek. Only Reggie had enough of them dancing around each other, and pulled her in for a real kiss. They melted into it, even though it was a mere brush of lips, and broke apart, blinking at one another.

"Awww, looks like my mom visited you both," came the voice of Kayla, daughter of Aphrodite in the doorway. "Carrie, if you want a lift back to town, my dad is here, I'll be waiting."

Reggie and Carrie shared a look as Kayla dashed away, both of them blushing, but not denying their feelings. "Ummm... will you write to me?" Reggie asked. "Maybe we can meet up during the year?"

"To go on a quest?" Carrie asked.

"I was thinking more so a date," Reggie replied, his sea green eyes meeting her own stormy grey.

"As long as we don't have to go anywhere near the Underworld again, I'm game for both," Carrie said, leaning up to press one more kiss to his cheek before running off after Kayla.

Reggie grinned, and began packing his bags. Time to go back to the real world, and hope the monsters stayed away long enough for him to get his date.

[wooahaes]

.... ok, layton anon here again (I might just use that as a tag if that's okay? 👉🏻👈🏻)

I literally just typed out a long ass reply and then tumblr decided to crash - but maybe it's a sign to try and keep it shorter (update: i failed)

for the maze runner thing, it was honestly just about the "people appearing one after another without memories" I think aside from that it's very different, especially in terms of general atmosphere. I've read Day 1 too now btw and I loved it sm! I'm really intrigued to see how it continues<3

I hope your meds are safe for you to take and that they help quickly!!

yess him being like shigure would work really well (i also love shigure sm as a unit but that's a different story)

Also imma be honest as well - i'm the same. Birthright is the only one I finished and other than that I'm like almost through with awakening, halfway with echoes and revelations and idek how far with three houses. I think I get too much into strategizing and spend too much time planning out the classes and skills instead of just playing and then I tend to abandon the games for a while...

So since I'm not super deep into the story myself my 3h au isn't that deep. Y/n would take Byleths place, simply because it makes a lot of sense. And then I sorta assigned the units to the houses based on Vibes TM aka Blue Lions - HHU, Black Eagles - Vocal, Golden Deer Tiger - Performance.

I also felt that some characters shared traits or reminded me of members (Linhardt - Han, Ferdinand - Seungkwan, Sylvain - Mingyu, Claude - Hoshi, Ignatz - Hao). But they'd mostly be themselves and not take over the exact role of anyone. I've also have thoughts on classes for some but not for all. I think Woozi would be something along the lines of a General, Han would be a Dark Mage, Hoshi a Hero, Scoups a Swordmaster or Cavalier (or anything else just give the man a sword) and- yeah I think I'll end it here

thanks for letting me share my fire emblem brain rot!! have a good day/night/evening!<3

omg hiii thats absolutely fine!! i didnt want to just assign it to u but thats 100% fine w me!!

its ok i also fail at writing short responses 90% of the time dskfhdsf tumblr crashing during those is awful tho

ooo yeah fair :0 i can def see it!! ive learned a lot abt tmr through posting this fic lmao but im glad you liked day 1!! the fics gonna honestly slow down for a bit purely bc the next 13 parts are each individual members parts and those are honestly just gonna take a hot sec for me to like... be happy w all of them :(

aaa i still havent taken them just bc. anxiety bad! they shouldnt have any bad interactions since they're not a sulfa drug, but anxiety louder, y'know? im waiting until i know family is awake (yes ik its 4 pm shh) in case i need shit

i also love shigure but thats at least slightly bc of my love for m*tt m*rcer as a voice actor sdfhsdkjfh i adore him tho!! thats my beloved!!

i get DEEP in trying to figure out my units tbh i usually end up drafting out my pairings when i play. if awakening + conquest both had the ability to scout out things as easily as u can in birthright + revelations, i would have def beat them by now tbh.

but also i tend to abandon games after a while by accident sdkfhsdfh

i know little abt 3h but i am nodding along and golden tiger makes me happy. its what my man deserves <3

me lookin up these characters and sees ferdinand is confident and hates losing like YEP thats kwannie. i can see a lot of the comparisons u drew!! :0

i can def see general woozi + hero hoshi + swordsmaster cheol + dark mage han!! cheol is getting a sword and thats all i care about actually /j (nah but if i could give him some sort of rally skill, i think he + woozi + hosh would all have one in some shape!! and most likely seok too since booseoksoon leader ykno)

i honestly feel like shua would potentially be a war cleric. can heal you, but can also can Kill.

alternatively for hannie tho he could be thief -> trickster imo?

i honestly feel like vernon miiight either be a cavalier or an archer. its a gut thing tbh i cannot explain otherwise.

u are always welcome to share ur fe brainrot sdkfhsdf this blog is where i share my svt + trsr (+ skz tbh) brainrot now lmao y'all can Always share stuff ur interested in w me!! i hope u also have a good day/night/evening! <3

[nikosomething]

Heyyyy! I'm back again. Sorry it took a while to send this ask! Mmm I'd choose the lan sect cuz I need some form of structure in my life lol. I'm not too bad with rules either. But I'd definitely hate their food. I eat wwx levels of spicy and hence I'd like to join the jiang sect haha. Also, their sword forms look nice? YASSS We'd LOOK SO GOOD! 💙🖤 ooh I like what you read. I like reading pining, arranged marriage aus, crack fics, post canon fics, missing scenes, I like canon divergence aus that concentrate on characters other than wwx and lwj. I also like fics with sad endings haha. (1/4)

I'm a big multishipper, too! There's no ship that I don't like? My favorites would be wangxian and sangcheng though. I'm always up to reading these two ships, but I'd read anything really. I feel yah, I do. I can't pick a junior either. I love them all dearly but I tend to get bored if lan jingyi isn't there in junior fics? I need Jingyi to be a major part of the fic if I'm to like it haha. (2/4)

I loooooove Asian cuisine. My favorite is Indian! All that spice, you know? I hope you ate good food since you made yourself hungry answering that lol. Your answer about the seasons is so detailed and beautiful? I love?? Mmmm my favorite season is the rainy season. It's the best. I love the melancholy, the cold and the sound of water tapping against the windows. I'd rather stay at home than venture outside in the rain tho! Winter is the most comfortable time for me, really. I hate the summer! I love the cold and end of the year is my favorite time! (3/4)

Now questions! Have you read any other mxtx works? Also, if you could change one thing is mdzs, what would it be? Do you have any post canon wangxian headcanons? Oooh, what's your favorite wangxian moment in CQL? General questions- do you celebrate Christmas? If you do, are you excited and how do you celebrate? Do you drink coffee or tea or neither or something else? What other shows have you watched except CQL this year? Aight, that's so many questions haha. (4/4) See you soon- 🐰

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Heyyyy my dear bunny! I missed ya! But don’t worry, life gets busy sometimes, so take all the time you need <3

Whoahhhh so cool that you can eat intensely spicy food!! I am trying to get used to spicy stuff, but I got a looong way to go haha I detect every gain of pepper or chili or whatever so I am only making slow progress, but I do enjoy spice - up to the level I can take without ending up all red and teary-eyed haha I enjoy good food a lot, too. I like to have some variation so I’d probably be unhappy if I had to only ever eat the Lan cuisine, too hahaha

Ohhhh arranged marriage, people keep recommending it to me - I shoudl really give it a go at some point! Any good fics you wanna recommend? And omggg sad endings!!! Whoah, I bow to you! I’s always pick a happy ending but then again the ending has to fit the need of the story, so I suppose if a happy ending would feel forced then pls gimme a sad one, perhaps even one we can all learn from And yessss, there are so many amazing characters in MDZS I totally get why you’d wanna read about them!! <3

Ah Sangcheng! It’s quite the popular ship I feel. I think it’s cute and a close friend of mine really loves them, too. I bet they’d be excited if I got into that ship as well haha What do you love about Sangcheng? (sell it to meh hahaha, get me hooked) JINGYI!! Yes, he’d the spice we need in the junior fics! He is just so much fun! I think all of them together make such a perfect and well-balanced mix! Perf flavour hahaha What’s it with all the food references here. Am I mildly thinking about food again? Whaaaat Ohhhh Indian!!! (here we go again w the food hahaha) Damn I love Indian food! I cant take the spice so I always go for the noob dished, but they are amazing,t oo! What makes you hate the summer? Do you dislike sweating? You make it sound so cozy ahhh, I am happy we get to spend your fav season together, then, my dear bunny!! I love these timeless days between christmas and the beginning of the new year. It feels like everything is catching its breath and makes whatever you can think of become a bit more possibe

MXTX-related Questions

So far I haven’t read any other works of MXTX, but I think I wanna get to the one with the demonic guy in red and the white soft one next. What was it called? Heaven something? Now TMI tells me ‘City of Heavenly Fire’ which is absolutely not helpful. Uhm.. I could look it up, but then u wouldn’t witness my absolutely entertaining struggle of trying to make my brain work. The Scumbag Self Serving System (did I get that one right) is the first novel if I am correct. And then there is the Heavenly Helper... No... uhm Mysteries of Heaven... Heaven’s Helping Hand... I don’t think it’s getting any better here. I even watched the Donghua trailer wtf why can’t I remember hahaha... Voices of Heaven (that sounds like an American Singing Contest) Okay... imma look it up now.  HEAVEN’S OFFICIAL BLESSING! that one. I was so close Have you read any other works? <3

If I could change one thing in MDZS, what would it be? I would want for XXC and XY to not die, thank you. But then again how about non of my baes die? Okay, lemme try again, to get an impressive and seemingly deep reply... Have Meng Yao realise what kind of a horrible butt his dad is early enough to prevent most of the bad things that happen. I am not sure - but what’s your idea on this one?

My favourite WangXian moment? In CQL it’s the one where they are both at the Cloud Recesses, watching the snowflakes dance through the air. Their bond feels so deep there! Or the one where they are at the lantern thing and WWX get’s LWJ the bunny lantern. Just... the pure happiness. Or the one where they are bold husbands and run away from Carp Tower. Is it even humanly possible to pick just one moment?? Which one is it for you?

General Questions

Do I celebrate Xmas? Yes, I do! I go to my mom’s place for Xmas, where we have dinner and then her boyfriend puts on his super old, super old and worn-out Santa clothes (which is very endearing, cause he is always having the time of his life). Then he hands us our presents which are gathered under the decorated Xmas tree and we have to cite a poem or sing to earn each present. Afterwards we all unpack together, excitedly thanking each other, have dessert and then watch a movie or a video of our past christmasses someone put together It’s all very wholesome. How about you?

Coffee, tea or something else? I like Moccachino, cause it’s an amazing hybrid of coffee and cocoa!! It’s best with coconut milk! That kind of coffee makes me feel all cozy and comfy, but I handle it like a treat. I only drink one, while a close friend of mine drinks several cups of milky coffee a day. I also love cocoa, but I drink it like others drink espresso. I tiny highly concentrated cup. No more. Like a shot of chocolate hahaha I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but sometimes I crave it. As for tea, I looove herbal tea! Peppermint and Fennel Caraway Anise are amazing. Also freshly brewed ginger tea. And green tea with jasmine/flower blossoms or white tea. Big love for these. All of which without sugar so the flavour comes out to speak of its very own beauty I also like mate tea to keep me awake! Otherwise I love water or - omg - freshly pressed apple juice! The! best! Try it if you aren’t allergic! AHHHH that is honestly THE TREAT for me. Rare treat. I don’t even have it once a year. More like every four years or so. But dang. The. best. How about you? <3

Which shows have I watched this year? Many. Lots of cooking shows (on Netflix), cause, you know, food. xD By now I probably know almost all of them. There was a time when I was thoroughly up to date with ALL cooking shows on Netflix. One of my big dreams is being wealthy enough to hire a cook. To cook for me every day. Yes, yes. Otherwise lots of Asian shows. I can recommend:

Hotel Del Luna (omg, do urself a favour, judging from what I know about your taste I think you will like it a lot) also The King Eternal Monarch (good one, very good one)

I also watched Eternal Love and Eternal Love The Pillowbook, which were okay, but they aren’t my favourites Cinderella and the Four Knights was sweet Accidentally in Love was fun but has some major plot holes in my opinion I enjoyed She-Ra Who Are You moved me quite a bit ahhhh Extraordinary You was quite the ride, too!

What are your 2020 shows?

[fishball-and-sweet-potato]

Zero O'Clock - BirdCop Celebration + GIF Challenge (MLQC AU)

I just wanna join. I actually want to post this fic at ARMY day (9th of July), but here it is anyway!

Pairing : Leah Hong (MC) x Gavin Bai

Warning : triggering events (containing insecurity and anxiety)

Disclaimer : Leah is MC in this AU. In this AU, there is no Evol.

Genre : fluff

Words : 1,542

NB : this fic is also inspired from this song

“Leah, you should go home now. You just left the hospital yesterday, your body still needs time to be fully recovered,” Anna slowly shaked my body, waking me up.

Leah corrected her posture, “yeah, I know I should. But I don’t want to become a burden for all of you, and especially that’s because I’m in charge of this company now. I just feel like I’m the one that should be my fellow workers’ strength, and I failed you all, even my father…” unbeknownst to her, her eyes felt hot. Leah wanted to continue but her brain couldn’t process her emotions right now.

“No, you’re not. And believe me, we all have made mistakes when that talk show was supposed to be aired live. But still, we managed to do it well at last thanks to the content and technical errors,” Willow tried to assure her. Three days ago, Leah had a chance to interview Mrs. Peng, the owner of a well-known bak kut teh* shop named Seventh Heaven. The topic was about business’ survival strategies for small and medium enterprises amidst the economic crisis. Suddenly, her stomach felt painful and she couldn’t suppress it despite all her efforts, until she fainted. The first thing she thought when she gained my consciousness was, she was such an unprofessional disgrace for this show.

“I want to see the editing process for a while,” Leah replied, still refusing to do nothing.

“Boss, we can also lend you a shoulder. I’ll send it straight to you when it’s finished. Okay?” Kiki patted her shoulder.

Before Leah nodded in defeat, Minor continued, “Boss, I’m sorry for the shift of topic, but Gavin said to me that he will come to your house around 10 pm.”

She yawned, “why didn’t he tell me directly?”

Minor rolled his eyes, but suddenly he had a flustered look on his face, “eh, sorry, he already contacted you several times, but no answer from you.”

Leah checked my phone, it had no power. “Oh God, why am I so stupid? Gavin is definitely angry with me now,” she said resenting herself. The fact that she had done this earlier consumed all her sanity. She immediately turned on her phone, and her eyes almost popped out from their sockets seeing the amount of missed calls. The fact that this day was July 28th made her more shocked. “Okay, I gotta go now,” she said after her friends kept telling me the editing was almost finished.

Leah went to Seventh Heaven. Amidst the crowd, she could still hear the voice she knew really well greeted her first, “Leah, are you feeling better?”

“Mrs. Peng!” Leah slightly raised her voice and fastened her pace towards the middle-aged woman. “Yeah, I’m healthy now! I’m… I’m sorry…” suddenly the scene flashed her mind, her body felt heavy.

“You don’t need to. Let’s go inside,” Mrs. Peng replied, dragging her into the shop.

“I think the technical errors are made up…” Leah couldn’t help but loathed everything around her.

Mrs. Peng patted her, “we can’t prevent unexpected things from happening. Instead, the only thing we could do is to find ways so it would be meaningful.”

While Leah was digesting her words, Gavin’s smile entered her thought and erased her anxiety, “I want to buy two portions of pork tenderloin soup, one portion of fish soup, and one braised pork belly. All takeaways, please.”

“For who?” Mrs. Peng giggled. “Let me guess, your policeman friend…”

Leah blushed and tried to hide her embarrassment with all her might, “uh, Gavin, tomorrow is his birthday.”

Not long after, a waitress handed her orders. Leah waved goodbye at Mrs. Peng. Her home was quite far from her company and the shop, so she had to take a bus ride. She was listening to her favourite song, not realizing that she dozed off.

You know those days

Those days where you're sad for no reason

And it looks like everyone else except you is busy and fierce

Those days where your body is heavy

My feet won't set off, though it seems like I'm already too late

I'm hateful of the whole world

Yeah, here and there are click-clacking speed bumps

My heart grows crumpled and my words lessen

Why the hell? I ran so hard

Oh why to me

A bell sound gave her consciousness back. Finance Street Halt, Leah could read the sign clearly and hear the sound of the broadcaster telling the passengers to pay when they intended to leave the bus repeatedly. She hurriedly ran to my home, opened her phone. She just realized that she hadn’t replied to Gavin's messages. Without a second thought, she spammed him her apology. Not seeing any signs of his reply, she attempted to sleep because she was really beaten up. The only thing that kept her awake was the clock, reminding her of her faults and it was already 10.30 pm. She continued listening to the song, so she could relieve her stomach pain and irregular, fast-paced heartbeat.

Come home and lie in bed

Dizzy night, looking at the clock

Thinking if it was my fault?

Soon it will be midnight

When her mind was about to drift off, the bell rang. “Coming,” Leah said, running to the door. The first thing she saw after opening the door made her heart want to leap, but getting crumpled instead. Gavin was in his casual clothes, but with a solemn look on his face. “Gavin, you’re late. Come in,” she said, inviting him to enter her home. He only followed her without uttering any single word.

After both of them sat, he started speaking, “I’m sorry for not telling you, I just finished my work. Leah, have you eaten?”

Leah shook her head, “actually, I bought food from Seventh Heaven. Mrs. Peng is really generous despite all my mistakes.”

Seeing her held back her tears, Gavin approached her, then she felt a pair of warm arms encircled her. “You have done your best, Leah.”

“I’m just a nuisance,” she said coldly. “And yeah, the audience wasn’t really impressed because the airing time was rescheduled. That makes me think that I should get lost forever. And I even forget to return your calls...”

A pair of amber eyes pierced through her soul’s window, his hand patted her head gently, “I’m hateful of the world too. But, about the last thing, that makes me dead worried. Have I done something wrong? Because all I got is my own echo.”

Somehow, she finally managed to let out a laugh, “Minor told me that too. No, actually I’m just dumb. I forgot to charge my phone.”

Gavin sighed, a small but sincere smile curved from his mouth. “I’m here to accompany you tonight.”

Thanks to him, Leah felt much better. “Let’s eat now. I’ve been waiting for you so we can start making our tummy happy!” She was beyond glad because he loved the bak kut teh.

After the dinner was finished, she held his hand while guiding him to her bedroom. Gavin always gave her warmth despite his cold exterior. “Listen to this song with me, it really helps me cope with the present situation.”

Gavin was confused when he put one side of my earphones, “what song?” 

God, how Leah wished she could cuddle him. She showed him the English translation in order to make him understand the meaning better. He was a bit sulky that she liked the boy group that sang it a bit too much, but he tried hard to hide it by cuddling her tight.

It won't be something like that

Will something be different?

But this day will be over

When the minute and second hands overlap

The world holds its breath for a little while

Zero o’clock

Her reminder popped up. It was already July 29th, zero o’clock. They kept listening to the song.

(Ooh-ooh) And you're gonna be happy

(Ooh-ooh) And you're gonna be happy

Like that snow that just settled down

Let's breathe, like the first time

(Ooh-ooh) And you're gonna be happy

(Ooh-ooh) And you're gonna be happy

Turn this all around

When everything is new, zero o'clock

Leah paused the song, pulled herself from his cuddle, “happy birthday, Potato. I hope at this new year of your life, you’ll be happier and healthier.”

Gavin cuddled her again, “thank you so much, my Pumpkin. My wish is the same for you. I hope I’ll be the one who makes you get the happiness you deserve.”

She blushed, how could he be so smooth at times. He laughed at my reddened face. “Why are you laughing? Let us pray,” she said to divert her embarrassment.

They were holding hands, silently pouring all their wishes.

Put my hands together to pray

It'll be better, for me

Hoping that tomorrow I'll laugh more, for me

When this song ends

May a new song begin

Hoping that I'll be a little happier, yeah

Gavin caressed her hair after he saw her yawned. “Sleepy?”

“Yeah, finally. But I’m joyful because it’s the tranquility that makes me sleepy, not the usual tiredness,” Leah snuggled closer to him.

“Sweet dreams for us, then,” he closed his eyes, hugging her in their sleep.

*bak kut teh : a pork ribs / meat soup dish with salted vegetables (this is how it looks like)

This is the GIF :))