#I might write more of this at some point because the idea is so tasty to me

[twicearoundthebend]

worstie wolverine backstory thoughtssss

What if it wasn’t a group of anti mutants that stormed the mansion - what if it was weapon x coming specifically to take Logan back

I’m going to ramble and I’m not fact checking so like - ramble back and correct me if you want

Logan had fucked off to get drunk again. Scott had pleaded as he left, but it was getting easier and easier to tune his voice out. Logan didn’t want a family, he didn’t want to be a guard dog, he wanted to be left alone. The cold of the bar was comforting, familiar - much more familiar than the warmth of the x mansion. He’d settled down to numb his brain till his thoughts froze over, but didn’t reach that point.

Instead, a news broadcast started. The reporter said it was a ‘mutant hate group’ and looking at the carnage he didn’t blame her, but she was wrong. Those uniforms, those faces, he knew them. He’d escaped them, he thought he’d destroyed them, but here they were murdering the people who’d taken him in.

Weapon X.

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He’d ran to the mansion. Heart in his throat and lungs burning, but he was too late. The x-men were all dead, and the group of scientists and soldiers had left the scene. He’d left them, they’d pleaded for him to stay, and he’d left them to get attacked by his own demons.

He searched through all the bodies, checked over and over for signs of life, but there was nothing. Just vacant stares and still pulses.

A few hours in, he heard a wheeze. He whipped around, scanning, hoping beyond all hope, only for his eyes to land on a Weapon X soldier with vines growing through his chest.

Within a second he was looming over the soldier, ready to do anything for information. But he didn’t even get the satisfaction of torturing the information out of him. The soldier spat the truth out at him, gloating at his pain.

Weapon X had come to the mansion to retrieve Logan. To take him back to be studied, torn apart and put back together over and over again. To take his DNA and turn it into anything they set their minds to. They’d tracked him here, but when they broke through the doors he was nowhere to be found. They hadn’t planned to kill the x-men, but when no one would reveal any information about Logan, they tried to torture the information out. None would give anything up.

“After we’d asked such incriminating questions, they had to die. Can’t have any loose ends, can we? You’re a top secret weapon, Wolverine, and one we desperately want back in our possession.” The soldier managed to sneer around his pain, still looking at Logan like he was less than human. “Death of filth like them isn’t death, it’s mercy.” His face contorted, and before Logan could lop his head off, his eyes went hazy, and his breath stopped.

They had been here for him. They’d murdered the x-men for protecting him. Their last breaths had been spent fighting for him, while he’d been getting pissed. Broken bodies all around him - he couldn’t find anything inside of him besides overwhelming guilt.

[cosmiclily]

daylight

vi x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

cw: the beginning might be triggering for some people, it has homophobic undertones aannd a man being gross, so be aware!

@caspianalexander007 ‘s request!: I was wondering if you could write a little Vi comfort fic? Maybe she’s hurt from a fight or something and Reader is just absolutely spoiling her - patching her up, drawing her a fancy bath, washing her hair so she doesn’t make the wound worse, tucking her into bed, making her tasty soup, just being like super gentle, warm, and comforting. And at first Vi is like “I’m fine I’m fine” but Reader is just like “I know you’re fine. But I want to do this for you”. And maybe there’s a sweet moment where all the affection and care makes Vi breakdown because she’s always been the fighter, the protector, the warrior - she’s never had someone take care of HER for once and it’s such a relief to just - not HAVE to be the strong one for a while, ya know?

Vi didn’t want to cause any trouble—truly. This time, the busted lip, bruised knuckles, and the nasty cut on her eyebrow weren’t her fault.

The guy at the bar where the two of you had gone together had been a disgusting excuse for a human being. He wouldn’t leave you alone, hovering too close, ignoring every polite (and then not-so-polite) attempt to make him back off. And then, right before the fight broke out, he decided it was a good idea to open his mouth and say that you needed a "real man"—that he could show you what you were "missing."

So, yeah. It really, really wasn’t Vi’s fault when she punched the guy so hard that you heard his cheekbone crack.

The guy barely had time to react before Vi had him on the ground, landing another hit that sent him sprawling. Before his friends could jump in, the bar’s security had stepped in, pulling Vi off him and shoving both of you toward the exit. A few harsh words and a lifetime ban later, you found yourselves out on the street, Vi still flexing her bruised knuckles like she was ready to go back in for round two.

Now, back at your place, Vi sat on the counter, legs spread, arms resting on her thighs as you stood between her knees, carefully dabbing at the cut on her eyebrow with a damp cloth.

"I’m fine," she grumbled, shifting slightly as if she was about to leave. "I can do this myself."

You shot her a look, pressing a little harder than necessary just to make your point. She hissed, flinching back.

"I know you’re fine," you said, voice firm, "but it’s my fault you got hurt. I’m not gonna let you take care of yourself." Your brows furrowed so hard you were probably going to give yourself a headache.

Vi sighed, her hands coming to rest on your waist, more to steady you than to stop you. "It’s not your fault," she muttered, her voice quieter this time. "You heard what he said." Her jaw tightened, her usual tone replaced by something sharper. "I would never just sit there and let some asshole talk to anyone like that—especially not you."

Your hands stilled, the cloth lingering against her skin. There was something about the way she said it, the weight behind her words, that made your heart clench.

"I know," you murmured, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "But I still don’t like seeing you get hurt."

Vi scoffed, smirking up at you. "Please, this?" She gestured to her bruised knuckles and busted lip. "Barely even a scratch."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, yeah. You’re real tough, Vi."

"Damn right." She grinned, squeezing your waist playfully.

"Go take your clothes off” you said, stepping out from between her legs and gently squeezing her tight. "I’m drawing you a bath."

Vi raised an eyebrow. "What, are you my babysitter now? Patching me up, making me shower—what’s next, you gonna feed me too?" She smirked, teasing, but you had already made up your mind.

Soup, something warm and comforting—your way of thanking your knight in shining armor for defending your honor.

"Shut up” you laughed, nudging her lightly. "I just like taking care of you."

Something shifted in Vi’s expression then. For a moment, she looked like she was going to fire back with another joke, but the words never came. Instead, she just blinked up at you, lips parting slightly, like she wasn’t sure what to say.

You didn’t think much of it, just gave her one last playful shove toward the bedroom door. "Go. I’ll have everything ready when you’re done."

Vi hesitated, but eventually, she went, peeling off her jacket as she disappeared into the bedroom. You busied yourself with the bath, letting the water run warm, adding a few drops of something that smelled vaguely of lavender. She’d probably tease you for that, but you didn’t care. She deserved a little softness.

By the time she came back, dressed in some clothes she left at your place with damp hair sticking to her skin, you had a bowl of soup waiting for her on the counter.

She stopped in the doorway, her usual swagger gone, replaced by something hesitant. "You really did make me food…” she muttered, almost disbelieving.

You shrugged. "Of course I did. Now sit and eat before you pass out."

Vi did as she was told, but the second she took her first bite, something in her just… crumbled. She didn’t say anything at first, just stared down at the bowl, jaw clenched tight.

"Vi?" You frowned, stepping closer.

She let out a shaky breath, setting the spoon down before rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her palm. "Shit," she muttered, her voice thick. "Sorry, I just—"

She trailed off, and the hesitation in her voice made your stomach twist.

"What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?" You asked, concern slipping into your tone as you stepped closer.

Vi immediately shook her head. "No, no. It’s the opposite, actually." She let out a humorless laugh, her fingers curling into fists on the counter. "It’s just that... I’m not used to this."

And that’s when it hit you.

Vi had spent her whole life being the strong one. The protector. The fighter. She had taken punch after punch, fought battle after battle, and never once expected anyone to take care of her in return. She carried the weight of the world on her shoulders like it was second nature—because it had to be.

But now? Now she was sitting in your kitchen, wrapped in warmth, eating something made just for her, being cared for without having to fight for it. And it was overwhelming. Too much. And at the same time, exactly what she had needed.

"Vi..." you murmured, stepping behind her. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her close. She was tense at first, muscles tight like she didn’t know how to accept it, but you didn’t let go. You just held her, grounding her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone.

"You don’t have to apologize," you whispered against her hair. "You’re allowed to just… let someone take care of you."

She exhaled, a deep, unsteady breath, and after a long pause, she finally melted into you. Her hands came up, gripping your arms like she was afraid you might disappear if she let go.

"Yeah," she whispered, her voice raw, barely more than a breath. "Okay."

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You just held her, feeling the way her breathing slowly evened out, the way the tension in her body began to fade.

"You know," you finally murmured, trying to lighten the mood just a little, "I was gonna offer to feed you, but I feel like that might actually make you cry."

Vi let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. "Shut up."

You grinned, pressing a small kiss to the side of her head. "Never."

She sighed, squeezing your arms one last time before finally pulling away just enough to look at you. Her eyes were still red-rimmed, but there was something softer in them now. A quiet sort of gratitude.

"You really are something else" she murmured.

You smirked. "Yeah, well. You’re stuck with me now."

"Good," she said, nudging her forehead against yours. "Wouldn’t have it any other way."

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masterlist

[papathe5th]

I have thoughts about Vampire Perpetua that keep nibbling at my brain like little piranhas and I must share them lest I lose my mind. (This isn’t a request or anything. I just want to yap about the Purple Creature Man)

I can’t stop thinking about the implications of Vampire Perpetua and how that might impose limits/challenges with getting what he wants. (This can work in many many ways, but I’m thinking in terms of sex specifically right now)

Maybe there’s a Sibling of Sin that Perpetua is 1000% attracted to. Everything about them calls to him. He gets one whiff of their scent and immediately pops a boner he can’t ignore.

And I keep thinking about this scenario where maybe one night, he visits this Sibling of Sin at their dorm room in the Ministry. He just wants to see them. Wants to desire them, maybe eye-fuck them a bit while they talk. He’s talking with them about something - maybe their daily tasks at the Ministry or an upcoming event. There’s some flirting, some reciprocating, some tension. And Perpetua is straining in the doorway of their dorm. He can’t get to them because they haven’t invited him in. He’s so aroused it hurts. He’s inched as close as he possibly can, but he’s fucking stuck in the doorway (bonus points if the Sibling of Sin is completely oblivious to Perpetua’s plight. Maybe he just likes doorways 🤷‍♀️).

But eventually, the Sibling of Sin invites him in, saying they can make some tea if he’s planning to stay and talk for a while.

Of course, they have no idea that they’ve just invited a ravenously horny vampire into their dorm, and they go about making tea like there isn’t a Creature of the Night breathing raggedly in the entryway.

Needless to say, the minute he steps into their room and gets hit with a wall of their scent, Perpetua goes fucking feral.

(And of course, the Sibling is more than happy to let a feral Perpetua have his way with them)

Also a tiny nibblet that I thought of as I was writing this: what if Vampire Perpetua has to be invited to fuck someone? Definitely don’t think about denying him the invitation until he breaks past frustration and just starts begging. Nooo….totally don’t think about that…

(Oh my god this is so long I’m so sorry!!!)

Firstly, do not apologise for giving me this tasty treat. I’ve been chewing on it for a few hours now, so thank you for the food for thought.

Secondly, while you did mention this wasn’t a prompt, I am going to spice things up under the cut.

Papa V Perpetua blinks and you’re gasping for air, your chest rising and falling against his, and your back against the wall.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t know what came over him. It was the your scent, your warmth and your welcoming smile. You had invited the dark into your candlelit room and the dark had overwhelmed you.

Though, to tell you the truth, he doesn’t know how there is still the shadow of a smile on your face. You are at the mercy of his animal instincts, yet you still look up at him as if he were Satan on Earth.

“Your Unholiness,” you whisper, still sucking in breaths. “So it is all true? You are not of this world?”

Papa is also panting, holding back the beast while still greedily scenting the air. And he can barely contain himself when you tremble against him and he tastes the sweetness of your sweat. And the saltiness of your arousal.

“You knew?” He asks, looking more afraid than you were feeling. “You knew all along and still invited me into…into your room?”

“I didn’t know,” you shake your head. Now you are afraid that you have displeased him. “I had hope.”

“Oh,” his lips formed around the sound before they stretched into a wide smile that revealed two rows of teeth, each one sharper than the next. “Then you know I need to be invited in as well.”

A claw came to rest under your chin, barely scraping your skin as it stroked it. His eyes pierced more deeply, now that they were open wide and blown out like a predator’s.

“I…I have already invited you in.” You leaned into his touch, turning your head up and letting his heavy , hot breath wash over your parted, puffy lips.

“You have to invite me in,” Papa punctuates the sentence by shoving his knee between your thighs.

“You have power over me,” you sigh, wearing a smile of your own.

“No,” he admits through his gritted, greedy teeth. “Not unless you put it in my hands.” And he grabbed your ass with his other pair of claws, lifting you up to ride him.

You realised with a satisfied sigh that you can rub yourself to completion on his tensed up thigh, but he wasn’t allowed to move a muscle. Not without your spoken permission.

You decide to test this theory, to watch his nostrils flare and his drool pool, while you hold onto his shoulders and slide your covered sex up and down his leg.

“You smell like you’re close,” Papa himself declares, his voice a snarl. “Like you’re about…about to burst.”

You moaned instead of answering. It made the swelling in his pants twitch against your pelvis as you pressed yourself against it.

“I could take you there,” he swore, sucking air through his teeth. “Heaven or Hell, wherever you like.”

You were getting close, the look of desire in his demonic left eye helping you glide better along his thigh.

“Just say the word. Please. Please, just say the word.” Papa was panting again, barely getting his breaths in.

“What word?”

“There are three,” he corrects himself, forehead falling against yours, his mask cold against your heated forehead. “Come to me.”

“And…and if I say these three words?”

“I will c—“ he gasps, your crotch now sopping wet as it edged closer to his clothed cock. He takes a deep whiff. Then, he continues. “You will come.”

“I will come?”

“Over and over and over,” he bit his own lip instead of yours. He didn’t have permission to. “I beg of you, let me…let me come to you.”

Wrapping your arms around the back of his head, you speak into his mouth, breathing life into his undead mouth. “Come to me, Papa.”

[ratgirlexe]

To wrap up my thoughts on HDG as horror, now that I’m no longer in severe pain and writing my thoughts at 3 am:

I think the best summary of it all is that it’s hard for me to go into any given story and feel truly horrified, because I know on a meta textual level that everything is going to work out in the end, and the characters will likely be happier than when they started. I don’t know how to suspend my disbelief in the idea that ultimately things will work out, so even if the main character goes through any number of acts which are horrifying in *theory*. I almost empathize more with the affini putting them through that experience, more so than the character who’s point of view I’m seeing things from.

Are you a rebel feralist being put through awake surgery for your haustoric implant? It might be the scariest experience of your life, but that just means you get to be a floret now! You’ll have someone to care for and love you forever, and you’ll never have to be alone. Give it a week and you’ll be thanking them for doing so.

How about if you’re a terminally ill patient at end-of-life, or in excruciating pain that even the affini can't somehow solve? That's okay! We'll get you on a nice tasty regimen of class-O's, and you'll never hurt or be afraid again. There will be nothing but unending bliss, and you won't even realize that you're hurting. Not all suffering can be prevented, and eventually it all has to end, but heaven is real, and we've placed it inside you. Even in that last situation, which is the most personally scary to me, there's a certain level of bitter sweetness to it all. Maybe it's just the pain I've been in, but there aren't quite as many ways to end someones life that are as kind as bliss never-ending.

Ultimately I think it's just the fact that I know the affini are benevolent within the story, which makes even the most harrowing or scary events take on a more lighthearted tone for me. Yes, getting to where you want to be, where you *need* to be can be really scary. I'm autistic. Change is terrifying, change is death, and some changes can feel too monumental to ever surmount on your own. But to me HDG is a true escapist fantasy that says "Even if this change is scary, even if you can't choose to change for the better, even if the process hurts or makes you feel like you're dying, I'll be here with you to hold your hand and guide you through it. You don't have to go through it alone, and by the end you'll be able to blossom into who I know you can be."

And to me that's just not scary or horrifying. That's something that I yearn for each and every day.

[jailforwriter]

Let's get into...

Look, at the end of the day, writing is word choice. You're choosing which words to put in what order to make other people feel Some Type Of Way about the result. But there are 4 bits of advice perennially swirling about the bowels of writing forums that, misapplied, might make you shit the metaphorical bed of optimal communication, and I very much don't want that for you. I'm staunchly pro-avoiding the literary runs, in fact. So let's get into how.

On the chopping block today is my nemesis:

"Cut all adverbs"

I'm not going to pretend that I don't know why this advice exists. All two reasons it exists, even. Let's break them down:

Too many adverbs: we're all guilty of inundating sentences with adverbs. There are many moving components to scenes, and there's often a desire to express every last one of them. It's not enough to say that the ball rolled down the empty street; the reader simply must know that the ball crept exceedingly slowly, cautiously inching downwardly and toward the eerily empty street. But see, that's clunky. It doesn't flow well, doesn't add anything that couldn't have been expressed more concisely through better wording, and, most importantly, it insults the reader's imagination. By overexplaining, you're taking away their (admittedly limited, but crucial!) agency to picture things themselves. Womp womp.

Redundant adverbs: pretentious people have invented far too many words over the years for anyone to be out here saying "ran quickly". Running is inherently quick, my guy. Otherwise, we'd be saying walking or jogging or promenading (yes, really). This is the moment to break out the thesaurus and realize that sprinted, raced, and dashed all say what you wanted them to say and bring an evocative, nuanced vibe to the sentence. And nuance is tasty. Nuance is the sauce that the quirked up white boy (the sentence) was goated with. So we're better off just saying "ran" and saving that adverb for when it's actually trying to communicate complexities, which we'll expound on once we get into why adverbs are hot, actually.

NOTE: this crops up particularly often in dialogue. "Said angrily" is a dialogue tag that may seem inoffensive — until you remember that snapped exists, and furthermore, so does slamming the door in their face.

So then when/where in the annoyingly nondescript hell should I use adverbs?

Fundamentally, when they add meaning to stuff. To elaborate:

Substance: a sad smile is different from a regular smile, and should be described as such. If you just say "they smiled", people will assume it's a "normal" (i.e. happy) smile and call it day. If someone almost smiles, it's also telling us something different than if we'd said that they didn't smile at all; now we can't tell that they found the joke funny but chose not to smile, and the interaction loses substance. (Moreover, waiting and waiting patiently aren't the same thing, as I'm sure your mom pointed out when she still told you off because you "gave her attitude" by breathing too hard while you waited for her to press play on the VCR.)

Pacing: someone shaking their head slowly is different from them shaking their head at regular, normal human speeds. The latter is simple negation, whereas the former has an element of emotional nuance, of why the hell did they do that that way? Was it anger or regret? Denial, maybe? No idea! But now the reader gets to ponder about it, and that's where interest is born, methinks.

Tone: there aren't too many ways to interpret someone saying "I hate you". It's a pretty straightforward phrase, for the most part, deployed with devastating expertise by schoolchildren whose parents won't give into capitalistic fads and buy them a Stanley cup. But if I were to say "I hate you" softly, then ah. Things change. We have contrasting emotions now. Depth. Is it really an "I love you" in disguise? Am I just mad that you're making me order at the counter when you know I get, like, weird when I have to ask them for no pickles? Perchance. The takeaway here is that the adverb made it so that you can't take the sentence at face-value, and that, unlike pickles, is very satisfying.

The other 3 horsemen of the misconstrued writing advice apocalypse (word choice edition) will be coming soon, so please keep an eye out for seals breaking on ominous scrolls. Happy writing!

[nadiajustbe]

No guys I just have to note how marvellously well Bartimaeus is actually written. Not just the plot, but the structure, the style, the writing itself.

I currently have a pleasure of rereading the series in it's original language and Stroud's style is so tasty you actually want to eat the pages for dinner. The metaphors, the comparisons, the way the words used reflect the personality of the POV character — for example, small 6-years old Nathaniel's sentence structure is really simple, somewhat repetitive in some causes when he starts to get nervous, with a lot of "yes" and "no", thus going along with fantasies and not that many of pompous word, because he is a little kid and therefore his very way of thinking, the inner monologue is different from what we might see in an adult. As he grows his PoV becomes slightly more special, filling the gaps with modest words magicians often use, both in his inner and outer dialogue, showing him slowly immersing into his new role and growing up.

Bartimaeus' PoV is really detailed, filled with words both new and old, long, piled with dust, flooding with the very feeling of knowledge at times as his experience is shown, with a lot of explanations, long-distance memories and paragraphs that sometimes explain something extremely unrelevant for how the story actually unravels in the end (like explaining the plans he's never going to use), but shows his character with all his glory, also adding a lot of specific comparacements that fly across the centuries of his life. It is also the most hilarious. And the footnotes. Finding the in-world explanation for the footnotes is such a genius move.

Kitty's PoV, as far as I remember it, is a bit more straightforward, sharp at times, as it reflects her personality and the amount of action she finds herself from time to time. Her written PoV goes along with her words and actions, leaving her and the reader wonder about certain things, feeling as with her anger and her confidence.

And all of this while remaining in one really descriptive and colourful style that makes the book fell consistent.

The amount of literally tricks combined in this book is astonishing — there's the footnotes, change of PoV, change of scene, division into parts, flashbacks and the change of the person (this being both fist and third person narration) used between the PoVs, all of this in one book. Yet the author manages this so well it feels organic, almost as you have reading it this way for all your life, almost like you are the part of the world and all this jumps and footnotes do not distract you nor it makes the writing feel messy.

This is also the first time I see the "person" narrative changing through PoVs — surely someone has done that before, but certainly not in this combination. It changes from 1st person (Bartimaeus) to 3rd (Kitty and Nathaniel) thus making the reader to see the situation more from the "outside" when needed and found out more about Bartimaeus himself.

And the fact that this change is used deliberately, too? All of the narrators all unreliable, as they are heavily relying on their own experiences and emmerse them through the page, but the 1st person point of view is known to be the most deciving out of all and for this reason it is given to Bartimaeus — he is the only one talking directly to the reader, as If aware of our existence, changing and juggling with facts whenever he pleases If it benefits, while still delivering the story in greatest detail, therefore leaving the reader wondering where the thurth stops and the lie starts.

Nathaniel and Kitty's PoV are still giving a ton of their perspectives into the story, but allows the reader to step a bit out of it and look at the story under a slightly more special of a light — and you truly feel this light difference between the unreliable narratives when rereading.

The devision into the PoVs is made with an idea in mind too. It allows the reader to see the story through the eyes of three main groups of the society — magicians, commoners and spirits. Too view the world through the lenses of oppressors, consumed in their mindset and to feel the pain of the oppressed. It allows us to see the situation in this world as a whole, fully and then draw our own conclusions out of it, while presenting the outstanding character from each group to achieve it.

There's simply no other book that would give me so much joy as a writer, really.

[dorylinae-supremacy]

Taking a break from writing striped hat so I can ramble about fae AU's again they're one of my fav things ever.

Tags: DSBI, dark Techno, dark Phil, dark Kristin, mentioned Kristin, kidnapping, impersonation, usual fae stuff tbh, its like 600 words of me rambling about fic ideas below the cut, read more if thats your jam.

Idk if I've mentioned it before but I've been toying with the concept that fae take the face of the first human they've tricked and then it slowly morphs into something thats more their own.

This isn't rooted in any actual folklore as far as I'm aware but I like the vibe it adds. It adds another layer of terror to every interaction with them. Each time you come across a fae, you're looking into the eyes of their first victim.

Maybe they tweak it a bit here and there so they can lure other humans better but I like to think it stays mostly the same. It also adds another layer to things from the fae's perspective as well.

A fae close to their family might deliberately pick out and push a human into a deal if they think it'll make them look similar to their other families faces.

It can also add a layer where fae bloodlines might literally just prey upon entire human families purely for aesthetics. The worst part is a human might not even know that thats the case, they might just chalk it up to a generational curse or bad luck.

Something like this wouldn't apply to four seasons since they werent born fae and thus already had their faces but that wouldn't apply to Phil. The dude they see could genuinely just be the face of some unlucky traveller centuries ago.

These faces could also be used as lures for other humans who might've known the tricked person before. All the fae has to do is look a little scuffed up and beg for help in a hidden circle and they've got a steady supply of victims.

It also means that if any of the humans they steal do get out somehow, the people they knew might turn away from them and assume a fae is tricking them.

I know I'm rambling but its such a tasty plot device.

But anyway I wanna try it eventually. I have one fleshed out fic in my head where fae!Wil tries to trick human!Techno but kinda messes up the order that you're meant to do things.

Fae take the face after as a trophy of sorts, he took it before making any deals to try and be more relatable to him since they're both kids.

Human!Techno is, of course, a very well adjusted prince and naturally decides that this fae is his twin and that he has to have him. So with the help of years of training against fae, he's able to trick Wilbur and steal him.

The rest of the fic is Wil being terrified because the yoink has been reversed but even after he reveals the fact that he's a fae Kristin and Phil have already decided to keep him. No running for him :)

But I have another in mind where twinsduo end up taking the faces of two princes in a kingdom but then get mistaken for actually being them.

Maybe the princes were playing in the forest before getting yoinked but either way a royal guard comes and just drags them back to the castle.

They can't really do much about it since they're super young fae and there's a lot of iron around but things only get worse when the antarctic empire invades and takes them hostage, still thinking that they're the actual princes.

Originally they were just gonna bide their time until they can go back into the woods again but now they're being kept as hostage and Phils getting more and more interested in how odd they keep acting.

Obviously it ends in them getting surprise adopted but I'm not sure how to get from point A to B yet so more brainrot will be scheduled for when I work it out.

[milekael]

heyyyy big bang ask time! 😍

fave royai headcanon?

most fun thing about the event?

favourite canon things about royai?

HEEY <3

fave royai headcanon?

OUGH a thing that is basically canon to them in my brain is like.... So during the time Roy was studying the tattoo right? I like to imagine that he considered proposing to her... It wasn't particularly out of love at that time. Roy thought Riza was pretty and they got along but nothing more, but well, considering the times that doesn't even sound too unusual. Roy was asked to take care of her and she needed support so that might have been good...

The only thing is... well, you know, he was going to war, and he could very easily die- And then what? Would he just marry a woman to then go and die and leave her?? Would he leave her to be stressed about this?? Also some time had passed between them living together and this, he didn't know if he knew her too well at this point and if this is something she would want. So he didn't .

AND OUGH I love that level of doomed narrative and think to look back on. I think if Roy did that and Riza did accept, she wouldn't have enlisted because... why would she. Sure she wants to be useful and do things to help others but also the Military predated on her because she literally had nowhere else to go. If she had at least that safety net then maybe she would have gone somewhere else........ There is also the possibility that Riza would NOT accept his proposal and even feel insulted by it and thats tasty too........ Idunno, is an idea that just exists as canon to me in my little microwave brain.

most fun thing about the event?

Working alongside a writer!! It was really fun collaborating and see the fanfic get written <3 and then get the ideas on what to draw, what is interesting to portray here and the emotions!! Also I really like the server <3 muak

favourite canon things about royai?

HELP idunno how to summarize my thoughts about them they literally just live in my brain SDFGH In here I made a small reading over how I like the way canon Royai deals with gender sdfgh

I think I just really like how they treat each other! Arakawa is very good a small dialogs giving you A Lot. I think Riza and her humor is the best example, normally saying wild shit with an straight face and Roy just looks at her like 🤨 Their conversations slide soo easily from formal military talk to making a jab at the other and is just!! Nice it is sweet it shows they have a whole dynamic on their own. THEY ARE!! FRIENDS!!! they are legitimately friends that's the casualness they talk with one another and I think that's why is soooo compelling to absolutely everyone.

IDUNNO IF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE is 4 am LOL huh my point is Arakawa's writing is good you get something out of every dialog.

[stygianheart]

its a shame your fics dont have more art theyre so good like if I could draw well id probably turn them into picture books. do you wish you had art?

but besides the point I actually have questions and I wanna ask em.

first up, who’s the back up? luffys mentioned the backup a few times and I cant help but wonder who it is. if thats a major spoiler than you dont have to answer but considering your love for this one guy i kinda think its sabo or the rev army. either that or like traffy. it would be funny if it was sabo though because of koby’s brief jealousy of how luffy was talking about him.

this might be just me as an aot fan overanalyzing everything but I feel like that devil fruit in the beginning was something important and so was the auction in broad daylight.

also ive seen a lot of fics where kobys favorite food is buttered potatoes but i think yours is the first where his favorite food is downright plain butter. the guys a psychopath for that. like why would you do that. where did you even get the idea.

I also have some other questions! unfortunately uh revolving around the second favorite ship brymeppo…

does helhippo realize he likes bryan or no? also i really came into the fic thinking I wasnt gonna give a crap about him but somehow you made me like him a lot so kudos to you. his relationship with bryan is so rivals to lovers coded and thats one of my favorite tropes. I really do hope helhippo lives up to his promise and takes bryan to the symphony. I know that wont happen in tsats but if you could make a one shot of helhippo and bryan going out on small dates that would be amazing 🙏 for us rymeppo shippers #rymeppo shippers unite oh and as much as i wanna see bryan take revenge on elijah for all the things the guys done to him i also wanna see helmeppo smash the guys face in. please. kill elijah. I hate him.

omg sorry that this is so long but I still have some more questions!

kobylu wise, who do you think fell first? koby or luffy? its obvious that luffy likes Koby but why hasn’t he said anything? does he understand how he feels? and after this is all said and done how are they going to stay in contact? it’s not like koby can just talk to luffy whenever he wants since hes a marine and luffys the pirate king.

anyway thats all! I hope i was able to help your creativity in some way :)

I mean, yeah, art would be cool. But when it comes to engagement with my fics, the most I hope for is for someone to simply read it. Besides, it’s self indulgent! I’m just writing the stuff for me and sharing it along the way.

Anyway, questions. *pulls out glasses*

The back up? Well, it’s not Traffy, that much I can say. Considering we (last I checked) don’t know if Trafalgar is alive or not, I just decided to…y’know, leave him out.

Greetings, fellow AoT fan, you are NOT mistaken! I kinda like hiding little things in the fic—not EVERYTHING has a purpose like AoT, but a lot of things are put there for a reason. I like being sneaky like that.

And yes. Koby’s a psycho. He eats straight up butter—and said it tastes better when dipped in sugar. I got this weird headcanon from my bestie who also happens to eat butter sticks. I once saw him dip it in sugar and was so disgusted by it, and he was just like “it’s good for you. Besides, it’s ✨tasty✨” like sir no. What on earth. That’s weird. You do you, but please, not in front of me. Besides the point—for some reason I decided to implement that onto Koby. I have a habit of weirdifying characters.

As for the RyMeppo question… I seriously never expected people to love this ship so much wtf. In Chapter 5, Helmeppo is completely unaware of his very obvious crush on (B)Ryan. He thinks he hates Ryan, when it’s obvious it’s more than that. As of Chapter 10, however, the moron is 10000% aware of how he feels. He and Ryan’s relationship is really fun to write with the constant bickering/flirting. I never intended them to be a romantic relationship, but alas, that’s where it headed.

And the KobyLu questions! Yay! Koby definitely fell first and he fell hard—don’t think anyone could fall harder if they tried. As for Luff: he knows how he feels about Koby. Buddy went to Sanji’s school of flirting and failed the classes spectacularly yet tried showing off his grades to Koby. He’s made it very clear how he feels—Koby, unfortunately, is just too damn dense. Luffy could yell “I LOVE YOU” to Koby and he would probably think Luffy meant platonically. He gets his density from me, of course, I’m the exact same way.

I hope I answered your questions well! Thanks for the ask, it actually did help a bit.)))

[if-seal]

if seal i have a big scene i need to write that is Very Important but i only manage to procrastinate away time when i try to write it!! what should i do :(

Dear Friend with a Scene of Much Importance,

Did you know that elephant seals sleep at 1200 feet while doing "sleep spirals" during dives? One might think that this is procrastination, but it is very important to catch up on rest when you're in the cold reaches of the ocean and need to avoid orcas.

Which is to say, sometimes writing does not look like writing.

Sometimes it looks like moving your body in a way that suits you, or going outside and touching grass (or water, if you're me), or reading a bit of a book or playing a bit of a game that inspires you.

Please do not beat yourself up for finding this hard because shame is bad for everyone and no amount of guilt will get words on the page. Those of us who are chronically ill or neurodiverse will know that if we don't take any time to rest, we won't be able to outswim those orcas.

But, yes, there is still that blank page and if you want to swim through this scene to reach the tasty squid on the other side, you will need to fill up that page.

Is there something about your work environment that you can change? Something as simple as changing up your computer's wallpaper or how your text editor looks can trick your brain into getting into gear. Some dear writer friends with ADHD have sworn by Stimuwrite - you could try it out. Writing in the bath can get stodgy sometimes so I slither out to my local river and enjoy the sound of the breeze and birds out there while I write. (My roommate @hpowellsmith goes to the local coffee shop which, blech, coffee?)

Do you have your scene planned out on paper, on a flowchart, or as bullet points - whatever suits you? Prepare it like a delicious meal by breaking it up into smaller, manageable chunks to eat more easily. The more certainty you have about what your Very Important Scene will contain, the easier it will be to get the words down.

You could also code the scene in small chunks before you do any writing so that you are not having to juggle writing and coding at the same time.

Are you happy with what your scene is doing? Maybe there's something about it that is a little too complicated, or there's something that seemed like a great idea when you were first planning, or there's a bit where the player is being pushed around by the plot in a way you didn't intend at first, or the characters feel out of your control. Maybe there's something you could trim to simplify things.

Take a look at what you've currently got in the scene and if there's anything you're unhappy with, change it - better to do that now than while you're writing it or when editing.

Can you write the scene in a different order than how you're trying to do it right now? You could start at the middle or end instead of the beginning of the scene. Sometimes starting at the end can make it feel less overwhelming and you'll get a better idea of where you're going.

Finally, try using small targets, whether that's time, wordcount, or how far you are through your scene. Five minutes of writing is a small amount but it is still five minutes well spent and maybe you will want to do another five once you're done. Make a pact with writer friends to write a particular amount and check in with them afterwards; give yourself a reward when you reach your manageable target; make a tick chart or a sticker chart or have little snack rewards.

(Don't spend all day researching notepaper and fountain pens to make the tick chart look beautiful though! I beg you!)

Something I have noticed when rereading my work is that I remember when a scene was truly horrible to write. I remember the points of my games when I needed to lie on the bathroom floor and groan about it and wave my flippers feebly.

But readers will not notice. They will just fall in love with your game about a gay selkie finding love and drama while living in a lighthouse. And when the huge complicated Very Important scene when the storm happens and the shipwreck is dependent on the equipment you've chosen and the people you have with you... they will be so excited.

It won't be a worse scene for having been tough to write: it may even be better.

And if you need to lie and groan a bit, that's OK. Just remember that you CAN swim through it.

[indignantlemur]

Let's talk about Andorian foods!

Without at doubt, one of the most enjoyable things about creating Émigré has been creating Andorian foods. We know so much about Vulcan and Klingon food, but Andorians are horribly overlooked beyond a few basic descriptions of beetles, blue meat, and a kind of flatbread. That's like, a meal. Tops. Even if you include drinks, which are ice-tea, hot coffee, and booze, you're not really moving beyond a single meal's worth of food types. And here's the thing - food is a central point in almost every culture there is. How we prepare food, what we consider food, how we present and share it, when and where and with what utensils - all of that is a huge part of most cultures. We have foods that are only eaten on special days, or only for certain meals. We have foods that have special meanings when given as gifts, and things that are traditional to give as part of social customs around weddings and funerals. We have comfort food, junk food, traditional food, fusion food, I'm-too-tired-to-cook food, and so many more kinds. We have entire branches of culinary expertise dedicated to JUST sweet foods. We have specialists who brew, pickle, and blend. We have random folks who make their own mead, or brew their own beer or wine. We have dozens of different kinds of salt for different kinds of finishing touches, for goodness' sake!

So yeah. I have a problem with the whole Andorians-only-eat-like-four-things-maybe approach. It's lazy. I hate lazy writing. So let's talk about some of my ideas, maybe? If anyone's still reading? (hello?)

Andorians are group-oriented people who put their society and their clans before themselves. Group meals therefore feels like a natural continuation of this trend, things like hotpots and fondues, and those fun little sushi bars where the tasty things go 'round and round on a little belt and you just pick up what you like and try not to fuck it up and fumble some painstakingly assembled sushi in front of the guy who made it.

One of the first ideas I came up with following this logic was the idea of a multi-layer lazy-Susan kind of dining table, with concentric rings that allowed for people to rotate each ring independently to pass around different bowls and plates of food, which a central spot for a pot of hot oil to cook your selections with. The utensils by necessity would have to be long-necked and pronged to spear food effectively and not lose their tasty bounty to the boiling oil. The seating around this table would be low, with cushions on the ground in an inset kind of pit in the floor because my Andorians are big on cuddles and sharing warmth. They're a social species, after all, and their home planet is far from a picnic - sharing is surviving.

Let's move onto other kinds of meals! Some of the canon lore indicates that Andorians eat a kind of flatbread and shredded meat, but very little in the way of dairy. So, from that we can conclude that they have at least some kind of flour. From there we can suppose that if they have a basic type of flour they might also have baking beyond flatbreads, even if they don't go in for fluffy yeast-based breads. That leaves quite a few options, really, but I liked the idea of their flour stemming from a starchy tuber like taro-root, or even potato-like spuds. Fried potato flat-bread sounds pretty great, right?

Now for the meats! Andorians are omnivores with a heavy carnivorous leaning, to my mind, because protein gives us the most bang per buck out of the basic food groups. Meat by itself is a solid food choice, but it gets boring after a while so we, and presumably Andorians as well, come of with different ways to dress it up and make it taste different. Salt would be abundant given the expansive oceans on Andoria and in the lore salty things register as spicy to Andorians, so that's practically a new lease on life food-wise! From there, sauces and marinades are a natural evolution, and I really like the idea that each keth has their own unique recipes that they hoard like gourmet dragons. No one knows what all goes into Clan Tha'an's mustard sauce, but by the Spirits is it good! Still, they can't afford to be too reliant on meat as a food source. Andoria is, as we've discussed, a harsh planet. Hunting for meat is a viable survival strategy, especially in large groups, but hunts fall through or go badly. When that happens, it's imperative that a population has something else to live off of: in this case, tubers! Savoury tubers, sweet tubers, starchy tubers, stringy tubers, every kind of tuber! Tubers are quite a resilient kind of plant and they can grow most places as long as the conditions are mostly right. Deep underground, away from the freezing surface temperatures, tubers would grow quite well - especially near a hotspring!

So, we've got tubers, we've got flour, we've got meat - and you know what, if we've got tubers that means we've got space sweet potatoes. Space sweet potatoes could be refined into a kind of sugar substitute! And that means we have BAKING.

After realizing that, I remembered finding a word in an Andorian-English dictionary which references an endearment and also a sweet treat: shev'tak. Quite a troublesome word, if you've read Émigré!

Humans call each other food-related endearments all the time; honey-bun, sweetie-pie, sugar-boo, dumpling, etc. Why not Andorians too, right? But Andoria is a very harsh planet, and things like sugary treats would be quite unusual, and probably very expensive to grow the base materials for and then refine. Given that their diet is probably heavily meat- and tuber-based, given their biology and the conditions of their homeworld, sugary treats would be a very rare, special-occasion-only thing for the majority of their history. They'd probably end up being made in very small portions, too. When I initially thought about shev'tak, I was tempted to make it some kind of sweet bun, but that seemed a little too boring when I sat down to actually describe them. Eventually, I hit upon the idea of these impossibly delicate little pastries, folded in on themselves and shaped like sixteen-pointed stars (or other multiples of four, which is deeply symbolic in Andorian culture) and filled with a creamy custard. Something plausible and demonstrating the artistry for which Andorians are known, but nothing excessively complicated in terms of ingredients. All the work goes into the presentation, and as a gift shev'tak would be a sign of regard at the least and certainly of affection. It would be the equivalent of a fancy box of chocolates, if each chocolate was hand-made specially for you. In the modern era, much of the craftmanship would be subsidized by advanced machinery and more efficient techniques, much like today on our world, but there would still be a strong association of luxury, of hand-made sweets on a frozen ice planet where very little grows and none of it above ground.

And being called shev'tak, in light of that, may be a little more than just an endearment, I think. It's being called something special, something worth burning time and resources for. Precious, even.

But, of course, Andorians are very stoic. They leave a lot of their social norms unsaid, and trust that these things are simply understood. Even when they aren't.

... Are we having Dagmar/Shral feels yet?

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

For the ask game you posted, could you please answer 14, 23, 39, and 43? (Sorry if it's a lot of questions.)

And for a question not from that one ask game, if you could write a story arc set entirely within Thea, what general plot thread would it center around and what team of BC characters would you want there (I think 5-6 characters is a good enough list)? This one will probably take time to answer and that's kind of the point, I like a bit of a wait, heh heh.

Hiya Erika!! Of course you may ^^

14. Do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

Yes. Actually, I love the smell of rain in itself. Specifically if it's in nature, or close to the forest. The air just smells so fresh. And most often it combines with the scents of pine or grass or just... the nature around

23. How do you feel about chilly weather?

I meeeeaaaaannnn.... I'm from a cold country. But it depends on the kind of chilly weather. The autumn, humid kind of cold I hate. It seeps into one's bones and just ... It's cold as hell.

But if it's the kind of dry coldness, that's much more bearable. And enjoyable. Also, actually, I think that chilly weather during spring is also... less freezing? Like +4 C and we're out in hoodies because... It's so warm! Sip your coffee, or tea and just enjoy the weather.

I am a summer child by heart, but the contrast between cold and warm (dry cold and warmth) is enjoyable to me.

39. Do you use lip balm?

Yes. Though... my latest lip "balm" that I bought was labelled as "lip oil" so it's more of a .... gel? I think it was over-priced, but at least it tastes nice (raspberry-peach).

43. What’s your take on spicy foods?

It's kinda funny that... I had this conversation with an irl friend some months ago, when he (a poc) asked me, in a very courteous manner, if I can handle spice. And my reply was something along the lines of "my skin tone is the colour of milk, and I have a spice tolerance to match". Which was meant as a humorous reply, but genuinely my spice tolerance is low. I do enjoy some spice in some dishes, but it really depends on the dish, and even then the spice level according to most would probably be quite low.

So, what is considered as "spicy"?

Spicy food can be tasty, really tasty, but if the heat overpowers the taste, and it just burns, then I personally don't enjoy such dishes. I'm just a weakling when it comes to spicy food, but spice that I can handle, I enjoy.

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For the story... I think it'd be a kind of an exploration fic. Or getting to know Thea, because I like exploring my own country.

I'd probably include Owen, to explore the health care aspect of it. Probably Charlotte, because, honestly, I think she'd enjoy being in Thea, and for the YamiChar aspect, I'd probably include Yami too. Perhaps he'd even be intrigued by the country, and how it functions, along with how it's different from Hino and Clover. Practically speaking it might be beneficial for Nozel to also go there.

But the way it's formulating, the idea, it'd probably be the Captains, along with Owen, familiarizing themselves with Thean customs and practices. All of them could probably find an aspect that they find intriguing, and enjoyable.

I know this is a bit vague, but... my brain works by me placing the characters into the setting, and then I just "follow them around", so to find out what happens in the story, I'd have to start writing it, or mapping it out.

[katarinamiljkovic66]

~ Excursion ~

🚍 Activity title: Excursion

🚍 Duration and amount: 25th of May- 2nd of June

🚍 Type of activity: activity, creativity

~ Activity Description ~

After months of seemingly never-ending exams and intense anticipation for a well-deserved summer break to begin, at last, the first day of school excursion had finally arrived. The plan was to visit three countries: Italy, France, and Spain, but I wouldn't have minded if they added one more, just for good measure. 

There were a lot of complaints about the organization of the trip, which I personally didn't have problems with. Sure, when we arrived in some cities, such as Nice, we didn't see much due to how dark it was and how little free time we had. But with how many cities we had visited, it was a welcome surprise that a situation like that had only happened twice throughout the whole trip. Most cities we got to see in their entirety, even getting two to three hours of free time for whatever activities we wished to do. 

Having already been to Barcelona, I didn't share the same amount of excitement about going there as my friends did, but I was excited for the free time we would get there. I had planned to buy presents for my family and partner, and I had no luck up until that point, so I was hoping my luck would change, and it did! I got my mom spices that I know she likes and my partner a small replica of the infamous Sagrada Família.

The hotels were all great, and the quality of the food that was served was delicious! While the Lloret de Mar hotel had the most choices to pick from, the most delicious food was served in the last hotel near Verona. They had all sorts of tasty pastries to choose from for breakfast, and while that might not have been ideal for those who don't have a sweet tooth, it was perfect for me :>

The weather was nice for most of the trip, except when we visited Genoa. It was raining for the first hour, so me and my friend entered a bakery shop to wait for the rain to stop, but also because we were getting really hungry. We ordered the city specialty, Focaccia, which is a flatbread either plain or with ingredients such as olives, onions, or rosemary. This city also had a candy shop in which I was able to buy caramels for my mom since she loves them.

I can't stress enough just how much I absolutely loved our visit to the Dalí Theatre-Museum. Each room of the museum was unique, with each one having different ideas presented using different art techniques. I took pictures of most, if not all, of the art works that I saw because of it, but my favorite were the ink drawings of weird and original characters in the hallways. They had a certain charm, and by the lines on the drawings, you were able to tell just how professional they are and how hard it would be to even try replicating them, let alone coming up with ideas similar to those. 

While I really can't complain about any of the cities that we visited, with each one being beautiful in its own way, I have to say that my favorite city that we visited was Verona. It is not as big as Barcelona, and I like that about the city. It is extremely beautiful with the Arena di Verona, Via Mazzini, and Castelvecchio. The most beautiful was, of course, Juliet's house and her statue. The walls of her house had so many names and initials written on them of couples, and I barely managed to find a blank spot to write our own. The shop beside the house was so amazing, I'm pretty sure I spent a good 40 minutes inside, which my wallet can also attest to me doing.

~ Reflection ~

This was such a wonderful, once-in-a lifetime experience that I will never forget! Each day was filled with fun activities and hangouts that I will always remember and look back on fondly. I am beyond thankful to everyone who helped organize this trip, and I hope that the next generation has as much fun on their excursion as we did on ours!

~ Learning Outcomes ~

🚍 Identify own strengths and develop areas for growth

🚍 Demonstrate that challenges have been undertaken, developing new skills in the process

🚍 Show commitment to and perseverance in CAS experiences

[keefiswhoiam]

June 18 2024 - Tuesday

10:25pm

3/10

The title of this blog is very accurate lately. I dont know who I am, I don't always know why I write these entries. I know I want to express myself and document who I am/what I do but I don't always feel connected with it. In that sense, I am not always successful in using this journal for it's purpose.

This morning for no reason I can identify, I woke up extremely tired and without appetite. I didn't clean, instead I watched XQC on Kick react to some pretty good videos. I took my shower and made soup for breakfast since I didn't feel like eating anything else. I noticed I have 1 more day of coffee grounds so I need to go to the store tomorrow. I didn't start work on time and I didn't intent to stream either. I watched the Nintendo Direct and am looking forward to the new Zelda although I couldn't feel excited today. When DS was on her lunch break, she wanted content so I booted up my stream just for her which also kickstarted me actually working. She couldn't stay very long but I kept going until I had to work on secret versions of the commission I was doing. It was hard pushing my way through it, I wasn't happy with the piece and I had the daunting obligation to do really well with the fluids lest I hear complaints about it until it's perfect. I think he picked up that I wasn't in the greatest capacity and did my best though, which in my opinion fits within what I advertise. No one can expect perfection out of me, I can't even enforce that on my own works sometimes.

When I was done I spent a good amount of time re-installing KSP and trying to sort out the mod situation. It all feels like a waste of time because I fear that the save will become corrupt again. I might cull my modlist again for an even more basic playthrough.

For lunch I made a homemade tortilla and mixed smoked ham, veggies, and mozzarella cheese to put in it. I was hoping such a hardy and tasty meal would sort of revitalize me but it didn't. It was good though. After lunch I intended to get back to work or at the very least do the request but I found myself feeling too bad to do it. Instead I messed around with KSP more and watched Squeex on Twitch. At some point in the evening I had the brilliant idea to whip out my lovense toys to destroy my body which was actually just an attempt at trying to distract myself from how I was feeling. It kinda worked. Beforehand I just spent a lot of time laying naked on a towel in front of my heater enjoying the feeling. I called DS after doing my dishes and fiddling around with KSP even more before sitting back and enjoying the content she had on while she did some sewing on her fursuit. When she left to head upstairs, the physical way I was feeling all day finally took it's toll and I succumbed to the realization of how depressed I am and always have been. The weight of everything making me unhappy whether I can do something about it or not came crashing down on me. I had a good cry and deliberately opened up to DS about it briefly since I know this is exactly the kind of thing I can't keep keeping to myself. I felt bad because she had a good day and I felt like a weight pulling that down but I can't keep beating myself up with that kind of logic. I'm a hurt person experiencing something hard and all I really need is to know that someone hears me and cares about it. After she went to sleep I watched some Minecraft content.

Despite what I said at the beginning of the journal, I resonated with the stuff I did today now that I look back. I was here for it, I've been "here" my entire life. I'm not in a time loop, every day is brand new and another step in an everchanging life/world. I will find solutions to the things that drain my being and bring me sorrow.

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Eric Clapton - Cocaine" on YouTube

I dropped a few pieces of our candy in Naples and that is where the author of Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory wrote the story and resided for years. It was one of Hera's clan. And we made the chocolate and he made the story about it and found it to be absolutely delectable and it showed up there one day and it is the first place that ever showed up and we did it because we know he was going to write the story and he wanted to write the story. It is a fascinating story about this confectionery but the person who wrote it was into the bombs and bomb making and was part of the bomb program of the Manhattan project. And he was not Dr Manhattan but he was one of them who was doing the engineering. And he was pretty strict and smart and sharp and dangerous to us. And he wrote the story knowing what the cocaine was from hoping people would fight over it and people want to find out where our source of cocoa is, and really they call it cocai, but it is one of the same plant and not everyone figures it out so I'm going to bring in more and I'm selling it to people on the black market and they're selling it without telling where it's coming from and people want to know where it's coming from and they might not get it it has happened before but with Dave and Carol and they did figure it out and it became less of a legend but nowadays it's going to become huge and very huge okay so it's going to start up pretty soon

Apollo and Goddess Wife

Olympus we love our father and mother from Russia and we do respect him very much and we're helping with the project and we can't wait to see it take off

This is a very important part of our son and daughter's mission and it did it very well and needed father and mother in their health from Russia and both sides and more they were having a lot of trouble getting anything to work and they started working and found tons of stuff and it saved everybody's lives

Thor Freya

Of course we should say something stupid well that's behind the scenes I don't say stupid I'm thinking what are you doing you stupid and why wouldn't we it's tired he says I just wanted to get on something else until I fall asleep it's kind of how it's going but this chocolate is awesome and I hope you can get some and they want him down in Naples now to test it and they want him to find out if he knows what it is he says all he can compare it against is the chocolate party had it takes a few seconds like this no sugar added Taffy and then it's wonderful in your mouth it's an experience and that's Happy is not Willy Wonka but it is a fairly decent recipe and we did test it it's pretty decent people love it it's wonderfully tasty so I'm going to go find some down there in Naples and I'm going to get my car out I'm going to try and beat my husband to it

Hera

Oh no it's it's on and it's called The cannonball run and it's probably has to do with the huge ships and thorium and that's what the huge ships are for

Mac daddy

We're going to have it out with them maybe but really we're going to break it out too and we're going to terrorize the super car people like you Mac

Trump

Oh my oh my God and yes it's the little guys from India and we have to say and a choice in what we do sometimes it's kind of hell here and we know what he's saying it's hot it's disgusting people are jerks some kind of ship over us all day and Tommy f is an ass but really we want him to have Indian food and he doesn't have much money and he's trying to do things that are effective and we can see it so we're going to try and help him and get him some and he does know about it it's a great idea it says he loves Indian food and it probably ate way more money than he pays but that's not the point dammit

Haji and wife and I have used the name and I am Indian

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A fish update!

Since writing this post, I’ve had multiple cans of sardines. I think they’re my favorite of what I’ve tried. I bought a second can shortly after eating the first, but in a different brand just to see if there was a difference. Both cans were boneless and skinless and seemed similar in quality and flavor, but I’m curious to try a skin on variety next.

The anchovies were intensely salty to the point where I wasn’t sure what to do with them - I’ve used anchovy paste before to make homemade Caesar dressing, which is fantastic, but the anchovies themselves were a bit overwhelming. The smoked oysters were tasty on crackers with some cream cheese and red onion, but not world shattering. The texture is a little odd. Maybe a better brand would be more exciting. I saw a suggestion (possibly on Reddit) to batter and fry them which sounds amazing so I may need to buy them again to try that.

I’ve also tried canned mackerel since originally writing this post, and found it delightful! It’s a much milder flavor than the sardines, not as funky, and tastes like it would make a good substitute for canned tuna. I had some in a sandwich first, and more this morning in a salad with Kalamata olives, croutons, and the aforementioned homemade Caesar dressing, which really hit the spot.

And since I’ve been pressured by the universe to become obsessed with canned fish, I started painting them. So now I’ve got a small series of fish paintings. Life is weird.

I’m planning to run some errands today and might stop at a different market to see what kinds of canned fish I can find because I’m all out now. If you have opinions on canned fish I would love to hear them, especially if you have ideas for different ways to prepare and eat them!

Lately I’ve been really craving greens. Just absolutely slamming salads, putting them in wraps, on my morning egg toast, wilted into my pasta. Mixed greens everywhere. Spinach and arugula my beloveds. Also tried watercress for the first time and found that delightful. Loving my leafy greens. Figured there must be something in them, a vitamin or other nutrient, that my body really needs, because I’ve been going through them like crazy.

Relatedly, I recently paid an in person visit to the grocery store. I usually order for pickup to save on time, but this day I wasn’t able to for some reason. I was buying canned clams to make my late grandpa’s clam chowder. It’s a traditional Christmas/New Year’s season meal for me, I had to have it.

And when I picked up my can of clams, I became entranced by how many different canned fishes there were on the shelves. Sometimes I buy tuna, but I’d never touched most of them. And I know I was shopping hungry and when you shop hungry everything sounds good, but on that day the canned fish sounded really good. I thought “Idk, maybe I could be the kind of person who likes canned sardines.”

Then I snapped out of it and realized how hungry I was, and thought how insane it is for me to crave unfamiliar canned fish when I hardly eat the familiar variety I do buy, and reassured myself I’d get a meal when I got home, and I walked away without ransacking the shelf of canned fish.

But then I did it again at the fish counter at the Asian market a week later. I stood there for a full ten minutes, studying the dozens of whole fish they had that I’d never tried before, thinking maybe this would be the day I’d finally try filleting a fish for the first time, before deciding there weren’t any in my price range that looked fresh enough (I am in the only triple landlocked state of course), and walking away with no fish.

Then I saw that post here about someone who slammed three cans of fish and then learned they have lots of nutrients that help with seasonal depression. And I remembered how I’ve been slamming so many salads. And I thought huh, maybe my body is trying to tell me something about fish.

Then one of my favorite food YouTubers uploaded a video all about how people eat canned fish around the world and I said OKAY! CLEARLY I NEED TO BUY THE FISH!

So when I ordered groceries yesterday to prepare for the coming blizzard, I ordered canned fish. Specifically, I got one can of sardines, one can of anchovies, and one can of smoked oysters.

Today I cracked open the can of sardines for lunch. I taste tested a small piece and it was delicious! So I toasted an English muffin, spread it with some cream cheese, topped it with some thin sliced red onion and my beloved mixed greens, and added some sardines on top. Drizzled the top with some of the sardine oil and had an open faced sandwich. It was messy, because the minute I tried to bite into it all my toppings fell off, but it was delicious.

So anyway, I guess I am the kind of person who enjoys canned sardines now.