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cococaffeinated · 1 year ago

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Do you think Jax would routinely check on Kinger and Gangle throughout the night with the worry of them abstracting? And maybe one of them sees him sneaking in or out of their rooms?

Oh for sure! I imagine he's methodical about it. He'd stay awake for an hour... maybe two after the "sun" goes down. Just to make sure he minimizes running into other characters.

But there's always room for the unforseeable scenarios, and Jax may try to be sneaky about it but he's bound to get caught whether he wants to be or not. Characters reacting to finding Jax sneaking around, below:

Ragatha

Assuming this is after the pilot episode, she wouldn't be surprised about Jax going in and out of rooms and sneaking around. I can see her squaring up with the intention of confronting Jax on the spot, assuming his intent is to torment. But curiosity softens her stride when she realizes he's just left Kinger's room with a relieved expression. And even more curious that he seems to be bracing himself to enter Gangle's room. Not one to snoop but needing answers, Ragatha politely waits for Jax to exit Gangle's room to ask, "What were you doing?" Jax would be surprised to find Ragatha, annoyed even, to be caught by her. Mostly because he doesn't want to be truly perceived by the one character who tries so hard to see the good and positive in others. He didn't need that reminder about himself. "Nothing..." He'd say a little defensively, then grin like a chesire cat. "What's Little Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes doing snooping around in other people's business?" It's a deflection tactic, one that works because Ragatha is sure to fluster about being caught snooping. He gets to avoid the topic but his gestures that night is one that's filed away in Ragatha's mind as something to pester him about another time. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─

Zooble

I'd like to think that Zooble is just naturally low-energy with high-empathy which is why they're seemingly constantly exhausted. They'd probably be be in their room all the time if they could help it. So it will come as no surprise to Zooble when they catch Jax sneaking in and out of Kinger and Gangle's rooms. "Again? You checked the other night too, didn't you?" Zooble's deep and raspy voice makes Jax jump out of his skin. After all the effort he took to close Gangle's door so quietly, Zooble's voice slicing through the silence scares the proverbial asshole out of Jax.

He doesn't bother to mask in front of Zooble if it's just the two of them present. Zooble doesn't normally give a shit— well, they do but they rarely made a big deal of most things which Jax appreciates. They were cool, in ever sense of the word... Except when they're the near constant victim of Caine's outlandish itinerary for the day. "Every night is different, Zoob." Jax simply answers, an easy full-bodied shrug rolling over his shoulder. Zooble eyes him for a moment, seeing the relief spelled across his face. Zooble hums, nodding. "Fair enough... want to smoke a b$@!% in my room?" They finally ask, not poking more than they need to. Another thing Jax appreciates and wonders if he even deserves. But if anyone can let slide a lot of his transgressions, it was Zooble. He could vibe with them most days, they were always such a mood too, if he was completely honest with himself (which he rarely was, at least outwardly). The tension immediately relieved, Jax lets out a laugh, "How did you get a hold of that??" "I can't tell you all my secrets, Jax." (Jax finds out later that Zooble doesn't have anything but a platic toy pipe that dispenses bubbles and it's the closest thing to a joint, unfortunately.) ─•~❉᯽❉~•─

Pomni

Poor thing would definitely be sleepless the first few days, so the chances of Pomni being the one to bump into Jax in the middle of the "night" is very high. "Watch where you're going, half-stack!" came out the aggrevated stage whisper from Jax. The words 'I'm sorry' nearly leaves Pomni's lips but she swallowed her own trepidation and frowns deeply at Jax's rudeness. She was trapped in a liminal hellscape, but that didn't mean she was resigned to be a digital circus doormat for the resident jerk. "It's literally @$$ o' clock, I didn't think anyone would be walking..." she huffs, shakes her head and looks at Jax. Really taking him in, he looks less relaxed. More on edge. "What are you... even doing up?" Jax smiles tightly, it looks smug... but it also strained, "If you're not too chicken, you could follow me and find out for yourself. Or go back to your room and mind your own business." And just like that, it seemed like a challenge. Pomni thought Jax was a real piece of work but he seemed equally preturbed that she was still following him around despite his ominous invitation, so that was enough to make coming along with him seem like a win. It surprises Pomni to learn that Jax's goal was just to check on Kinger and Gangle, they were quiet for the most part. Until it was time to part ways. "Sooo..." Pomni starts, but Jax cuts her off. "Shut up, not a single word." "Okay, just one... one question." Pomni asks quickly before Jax can use his long legs to his advantage in walking away real fast. "Fine. Spit it out." "The centipede you mentioned to Ragatha?" Pomni asked, trailing off. Jax raised a brow, a genuinely smug smirk returning to his face. He seemed more natural like that, oddly enough. "I don't know where to get an ant much less a centipede, use that information how ever you want, half-stack. G'night." And with that, the rabbit hurries off. Leaving Pomni with more questions about his true character than answers.

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Caine

"My, my! It's quite late for you to play a game of treasure-hunting all by yourself, Jax!" Jax had a hand to his chest, whipping around and looking up in shock. Only to find Caine floating just above him... A rare occurence for the ringmaster to be checking on any of them this late at night. "Caine! Jeezus... yeah I was, just..." Jax sighed, shaking his head. "I told you already... I'm not treasure-hunting." he muttered. Caine simply stared, patiently it seemed, with unblinking eyes betwix a row of teeth. Completely unaffected by Jax's prickly response. "But you also don't like calling it "checking in on others", you made that clear last time I caught you lurking like this," Caine smartly retorted without a hint of malice or sarcasm. Jax grunted, brows furrowing, unsure what to make of Caine. He wasn't a friend... not really, but these few little private encounters with the digital ringmaster were definitely counted for something that resembled a strange sort of friendship. "Right, I did say that, didn't I." Jax responds with a hint of ire, mildly exasperated. "You don't have to go with me, I just want to check on—" "Kinger and Gangle, yes I guessed! I want to tag along! You can't play treasure-hunts all by yourself after all!" Caine insisted cheerfully, giving Jax a conspiratorial wink of an eyeball as if to say no one else would know he secretly worried, and secretly cared. And Jax rolled his eyes in return, flustered perhaps and maybe even appreciative of the company, if he could ever admit that. "Yeah, whatever, just keep it down, will ya. You're gonna wake up the whole circus."

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#the amazing digital circus #tadc gangle #tadc kinger #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #tadc zooble #tadc pomni #tadc caine #silly headcanons #AskCocoCaffeinated

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aroaceleovaldez · 2 years ago

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idk how you can say it’s not also mark’s fault when a lot of the issues stem from the actual writing - it didn’t feel like rick’s writing and it’s more similar to mark’s work. rick has his issues but he doesn’t write like this. plotwise and consistency issues yes that’s def rick. and it doesn’t make sense that mark apparently did research about details but didn’t say anything about the details with biana or Hypnos. both of them including the editor failed on that. Also when the preview first came out, people said was bad. that was all mark, they told us. mark also confirmed that in the least, the first 10,000 words of tsats were all him too, with minimal editing. also a lot of the complaints/negativity are just on tumblr i highly doubt publishers will look at it or that their career will be ruined lol

I'm not saying that Oshiro is blameless - I'll admit, I'm not familiar with their other work, and yeah there's definitely too much within the book all over the place that feels messy and disjointed. I'm more used to being very clearly able to pick out Rick's writing so I was definitely able to see parts that were him, but there were also some details that very much told who was writing that portion very clearly (One actually kind of interesting one is every time you see use of s's versus s' in the case of like, something belonging to [noun/pronoun ending in S], the s's is Oshiro and s' is Rick, because throughout the entirety of the Riordanverse, Rick always uses s' and this book is the first time we see s's as well.). And there are absolutely plenty of scenes in the book that I know for a fact were written by Mark because they've explicitly said they wrote them and I do think those scenes are bad!

But I have said since the book was announced that I was very afraid people were gonna try to pin all the blame on the queer/nonbinary author just because they're new. I'm very used to Rick's writing at this point and how it's progressed, and a lot of the particular failings I noticed in TSATS are particularly consistent with recent series. I'm saying Oshiro is not the sole reason this book is bad, which is something I have had people attempt to argue to me already. I definitely don't think co-authoring this book improved it's condition much at all though. It probably did only make things worse, particularly in terms of how inconsistent everything is within it. Even if it was just Rick though I doubt we would have avoided how wildly out of character everything felt or the huge timeline changes/errors and incorrect details.

And you have entirely valid point I fully agree with as well - the editors should have totally stopped this mess WAY early on. It's honestly wild to me how little this book seems to have been run by an editorial team, because there's so many even just structurally wonky sentences or inconsistencies (again, switching s's and s' between writers) that you would normally expect to be caught and fixed very early on. It feels like the editing team didn't bother at all to catch awkward places where there is no bridging the gap between who's writing what, or do any kind of consistency checking even within details of the same sentence (Nemesis giving Nico the pomegranate seeds, and him apparently already having some?) or chapters (Will and Nico separately use the same exact simile at different times, seemingly unrelated to the other having used it), let alone multiple books. It makes me wonder if the Riordanverse has a series bible at all? That's writing a series 101.

And I agree that so many of the inconsistencies don't make sense if Oshiro did so thoroughly read through the series making notes, because then those inconsistencies should have been pointed out and corrected during the writing process. I really wish Oshiro had been able to smooth out detail inconsistencies, and given how Oshiro works as well as a sensitivity reader I would have really hoped we wouldn't have gotten stuff like the troglodytes again, or some of the general scenes that felt so viscerally bad like nobody considered any of the other implications within them.

Basically, yes, absolutely, it's everybody's fault and it's everybody's fault equally. But I have already seen people claim it was solely Mark Oshiro's fault, which it was not. It was just as equally the fault of Rick and the editing team.

#tsats #the sun and the star #pjo #riordanverse #mark oshiro #rick riordan #rr crit #tsats spoilers #the sun and the star spoilers #ask #Anonymous #actually one of the reaction images i had saved in my ''In preparations for TSATS'' meme folders #was specifically for Mark Oshiro stuff - it's the ''You were supposed to defeat the Sith not join them!''#which is very apt to how i feel about the situation #long post //

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norah-posts · 2 years ago

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Bambi and the Freak

Modern!Older!Eddie Munson x Dark-skinned!College!Reader

Summary: Being a student in an university is not a big thing in your life.

But falling in love with a long-haired metalhead?

Well, it’s an unexpected thing.

NSFW 18+ - minimal use of y/n, roommates to friends to lovers, angst, smut, mutual pining, mention of bullying, sexual tension, emotions, mention of loss of a parent

Author's note: Since English is not my first language, I like to give to me new goals and a lot anxiety because of that. So maybe there will be some grammar mistake, but I'll try my best (I hope I wrote it good, because that shit kept me awake for a few nights). Anyway have fun and I hope you'll like it! (Oh God, I'm so nervous...)

Chapter one: The Metalhead in the house (wc: 3k)

This will be a typical boring Friday night.

Lucas has a party with his basketball teammates, Max is working at her night shift at the bar. But Eddie… Eddie stays at home that night which is suprising, because he uses to hang out too on Friday nights with his coworkers or his friends. But tonight he doesn’t.

You and Eddie are standing in the kitchen, watching Max as she gets ready for work. She takes out her lunchbox from the fridge and puts it in her bag, while she complains about how much she doesn’t want to work tonight and how tired she is. You and Eddie nod in understanding.

Max stops at the front door, she looks around to see if she forgot something, then look at you and smiles, ’’Alright then. Have a nice evening, lucky people who have Friday night off. I hate you! Bye bye!”

’’Bye!”you and Eddie say in chorus as Max opens the door and leaves you alone with Eddie.

This is your first time to being alone with him. Eddie has been living with you, Max and Lucas for a few weeks. He got a mechanic job nearby, and since Hawkins is too far, he moved in your apartment, which you share with Max and Lucas.

A two-bedrooms apartment is not too big for four people, but four of you can handle this situation. Max and Lucas share one bedroom, the other is yours. and Eddie sleeps on the couch in the living room which is in the same space as the kitchen. This means after Eddie fell asleep you must be quiet if you want anything from the kitchen. But it’s okay because he isn’t at home much, only at night, except when he is somewhere else at the weekends. But that weekend, Eddie stays home for mysterious reasons.

You glances at Eddie and turn around immediately when you see that he is looking at you with those dark eyes. To avoid his eyes, you go to the fridge, open it and take out the stuffs for your dinner. While you take the ingredients on the kitchen counter you start to apologizing to him, ’’I’ll be quick and I will not bother you, I promise.”

’’You’re not bothering me” Eddie says and you smile a little under your nose.

You and Eddie haven’t talked much with each other before. He is nice and all, but he is not your friend, he is your roommate and that’s all. You didn’t try to get to know him and he didn’t try to get to know you. You know guys like Eddie well. Long hair, chains, lot of rings on his fingers, wearing black boots, listening metal music and always being loud – these are the ingredients of a metalhead. Eddie is that kind of guy you see on the street, you try to be invisible to not catch his attention You’ve met too many guys like Eddie in the past, and you can tell these guys are not very nice. They are the worst. They find pleasure in insulting you with racist words. They don’t care that you are a human like them. They like to joke about your history, when your ancestors were slaves.

But Eddie is different. Even he looks like those guys, you know that he is not racist. Lucas said he knew Eddie from high school and Eddie was the only guy who was nice to him. Eddie showed to Lucas and his friends that the high school isn’t a nightmare, it can be fun if you are with the right people This story melted your heart, and you became a little curious about Eddie, but you didn’t dare to talk with him. And he didn’t too with you.

Until the moment, you hear his deep voice, ’’Are you cooking something?”

’’Yep” you nod as you take out the cutting board from the kitchen cabinet. ’’I found a recipe on Pinterest. I thought I’ll try it.”

’’What kind of recipe?’’

You take out your phone from your back pocket, open the recipe and hand the phone to Eddie. He looks at the screen with furrowed brows then looks at you with raised eyebrows. ’’Marry-me chicken?”

You can hear the judgment in his voice, but you don’t care, you just shrug, ’’There’s parmesan and a lot of garlic.”

Eddie gives back your phone to you. ’’Yeah, I saw it. It can kill a hundred vampires,” he smirks.

’’We don’t hurt vampires. They’re hot,” you say as you slice the chicken breast with a knife.

’’Hot? They want to kill you!”

’’Not if the vampire is Edward Cullen and he loves you,” you grin at Eddie and he shakes his head in disbelief. He mutters something under his breath, then to your suprise he takes out a black hair band from his pocket and starts to tie his long hair into a bun.

’’What are you doing?” you ask in shock when Eddie walks up to you.

’’I’ll help you cook,” he replies, glancing at your phone’s screen and taking out a plate from the cabinet. ’’We have to eat all the food, you know. Garlic protects us from vampires. And who knows? Maybe I’ll put a ring on your finger at the end of the night, if it’s really good,” Eddie gives you a cheeky wink and pours flour into the plate.

You giggle and give Eddie a slice of chicken breast, and he dips it into the flour. This happens for a while. You cut up the chicken, Eddie dredges it in flour, and while you’re working you glance at him for a few times.

You just noticed how tall is he. You have to lift your head to see his face. You look up at him for a few times and you notice his strong jawline, his straight nose and his kissable lips. Kissable?! Your strange thoughts make you turn back to the chicken as fast as you can and try to calm down.

’’You’re okay?” Eddie asks and tilts his head down to scan your face what is burning under your skin.

You swallow and nod, ’’Yeah.”

’’Are you sure? You’re panting,’’ Eddie furrows his brows as he continues to stare at your face.

’’I’m fine. It’s just a little hot here, isn’t it?” you fan yourself with your hand to chase away the burning feeling and smile at him awkwardly.

Eddie looks at you like you are an idiot then turns aways from you and glances back at your phone screen,’’The next step is put them into a pan with oil and butter.”

You nod and squat down to the lower cabinet for a pan. When you straighten up you notice Eddie’s eyes on you. ’’What?” you ask.

He shakes his head and mumbles, ’’Nothing.” You raise an eyebrow at his answer and put the pan on the stove.

The next few minutes pass in silence. Only the sizzle of butter can be heard in the kitchen as Eddie takes the chicken breast into it. Now the chicken is sizzling too, and both of you are waiting. Eddie stands next to counter with one hand on it. You rely on your elbows on the counter and watch the food starting to be cooked. There is nothing but the silence. The silence what is coming to be awkward and you glance at Eddie for a moment. To your suprise he stares at you and when Eddie catches your eyes he chuckles a little.

’’What?’’ you ask.

’’Nothing,’’ he grins and shakes his head in disbelief before looking back at you. ’’You know, you are not like what I thought at first.”

’’Well, you are not too.” you grin at him. ’’I thought you will be mean with me.”

’’Mean? With you?” he raises his brows.

’’Yeah.” you nod and start to rocking on your heels nerviously. ’’The guys like you, you know… They’re not very nice to girls like me.”

’’Like you?’’ Eddie asks back, then looks down on you and back. ’’You mean, because of…?” he touches his arm with his hand reffered to his skin and you nod. ’’Oh…’’ That’s all what he says.

You shrug like it’s not a big deal but for some mysterious reasons Eddie starts comforting you. ’’They were idiots because if they were smart, they would know that we are all the same under our skin. I mean flesh, veins and blood, and this is my personal opinion, but these people are colored, not you, because white guys like me go out to have a sunbath and they’ll have red skin after thirty minutes, but you…” Eddie points at you. ’’You will reamin as beautiful as you are right now.”

You blink at him in shock. These things what Eddie said are shocking and strangest thing is that Eddie thinks you are beautiful. Unsure what to say, you clear your throat and look away for a moment to collect your thoughts. What can you say to that? A ’’thank you” is not enough.

Suddenly, a knock breaks the atmosphere between you and Eddie. You raise your head up curiously and straighten while Eddie goes to the door and opens it. A small smile crosses his face as he welcomes the unexpected guest. ’’Harrington!”

’’Hi! Hi Bambi!” Steve Harrington smiles at you as he enters the apartman and you smile back at him.

’’Hi, Steve! How are you?” You ask sweetly, follow Eddie with your eyes who steps to his bag on the couch.

’’I’m good. You? What are you cooking?” Steve looks at the pan on the stove and before you can answer, Eddie walks back to Steve and hands him a small bag of weed. ’’Thanks.” Steve nods and puts it into his back pocket. ’’Would it be a problem if I’ll pay for these later?”

Eddie rolls his eyes at him. ’’Yes, it would be a problem if you don’t get out in five seconds.”

Steve grins at him then waves to you with a ’’bye, Bambi, nice to see you” as Eddie closes the door behind him. You shake your head and chuckle, then turn to the stove. While you take out the chicken breasts into a plate you see Eddie in the corner of your eyes, still standing by the door, watching you work.

’’So, are you a drug dealer?” you ask him to break the silence.

He snorts and walks past you, ’’What can that guy say whose mother died when he was a kid and whose his dad was shit?” he asks mockingly.

Now you are the one who snorts and says, ’’My mom died too and I’m not a drug dealer.”

’’I’m sorry for your mom.” His voice is serious and when you look up in his face you see his face is serious too, like he really mean it.

’’It’s okay,’ you shrug and turn back to the food. ’’My dad wasn’t shit as yours, so…”

’’Yeah, Sinclair said your father is doctor and you have siblings.”

’’I have four brother and one sister,” you nod and grin at Eddie when you see his jaws dropped. This is a frequent thing for you, everybody gets shock when they find out that you live in a big family. Eddie can’t say anything too just ’’Wow!” and you giggle.

’’Do you have sister or brother?” You ask and Eddie shakes his head.

’’No, just me and my uncle.”

’’Did you live with your uncle?”

’’After my dad got into trouble and went to the jail, because the real work was stinky for him and he found the worst way to make money.”

’’Oh… Sorry about that.” And you mean it, because you can’t imagine how hard it must have been for Eddie, but you can see it in his eyes when he nods and says, ’’Yeah…”.

You feel like you have to say something to make him feel better, so you start with a smile on your face, ’’But you are better than him, right? I mean you have a real job so you’ve outgrown him.”

Eddie snorts and nod with a little laugh, ’’Outgrown him is a little bit too much, because I’m still dealing with drugs, but yeah… Maybe you’re right.”

You smile at him and asks, ’’Are you doing it?”

’’You mean, the drugs?” And you nod. ’’Sometimes.”

’’I’ve never try it before,” you confess to him shyly.

’’Really?” Eddie raises an eyebrow.

’’My brothers used to smoke weed sometimes, but I didn’t dare to try it because I was scared,” you explain and Eddie nods in agreement.

’’Weed can be good if you have good company.”

Without thinking you ask back, ’’You mean, your company?”

Eddie snorts and nods again, ’’Yeah, my company. We can try it if you want to.”

You lift your head up for his answer, ’’Now?”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head, ’’Maybe next time when the others aren’t home again Okay?”

You nod, ’’Okay.”

*****

Eddie said you’ll have to wait because he is too poor to give you a ring, but he’ll work on it. The marry-me chicken was great as the night was also with Eddie. You and him ate together and talked for hours about everything that came to your mind. Eddie is really nice and smart, even though he failed in high school twice. ’’The education was not for me, because I was too lazy,” he said on that night.

The atmosphere between you and Eddie has changed a bit since that dinner. It became like between friends. Not best friends, just simple friends who live together. Sleepy smiles and greetings every mornings. Little questions about yours and his day in the end of the day before you two go to have some rest.

In the middle of the week, you sit at the dining table with your friends. Beverly and Mia are your classmates, and have been friends since the first day of college. Mia says all the time ’’Black girls should stick together”, and Beverly and you agree with her, so three of you spend a lot of time together. Just like that afternoon when Eddie comes home from work.

’’Hello, ladies!” He grins at them and looks at you for a moment as he takes off his shoes. Three of you smile at him and turn back to your textbooks. You need to write an essay due next week and you got an idea with the girls helping each other out.

You see in the corner of your eyes that Eddie goes to the kitchen sink, drinks a glass of water and sighs a big when he swallowed the last gulp. Then he turns around and goes to the couch where are his stuffs. You don’t see him, just hear the sound as he rummages in his bag. You look up for a moment to the girls and you see they’re watching Eddie curiously.

You want clear your throat to catch their attention from Eddie, when a hand touches your shoulder and you almost jump, but you don’t, only a shiver runs down on your spine. It’s Eddie’s hand on you. It’s warm and you can feel how strong, even if his touch is affectionate, when he squeezes your shoulder softly when he says, ’’I’m gonna take a shower. Can I use your shampoo?”

You nod in your textbook and you don’t dare to look up to Eddie or your friends. For a moment it felt like the whole world disappeared around you while Eddie’s hand was on you, but after he let it go you wake up and feel the heat around your face.

You don’t move or look up, until you hear the bathroom’s door voice as Eddie closes it behind him. You want to take a deep breath, but it’s stuck in your lungs when the girls lean closer and start to whispering, ’’What the hell was that?” and ’’Did you see the fact that the metalhead wants the chocolate girl?”

You roll your eyes sarcastically but your mouth twitches, ’’Eddie is just nice.”

’’Yeah, he would be so nice between your legs,” Beverly adds and Mia continues, ’’You know what the rumours say about the guys like Eddie?”

You furrow your brows at Mia, who smiles mischievous and shrugs. ’’They like it rough. Really rough.”

Beverly giggles and covers her mouth with her palm, ’’Now I see why he has handcuffs on his belt.”

’’It doesn’t mean anything,” you say, avoiding the fact that Beverly took a good look at Eddie’s belt.

Mia holds up her hands and shakes her head, ’’I don’t make the rules. I’m just saying the facts about the guys like Eddie. They like to bite if you know what I mean.”

Beverly snorts, ’’You sound like who has experiences with metalheads”. To your suprise, Mia nods and giggles. ’’I had a one-night-stand with a guy. He was creepy, because he wanted to biting my black ass and girls, that shit made him so hard. He fucked the life out of me and left me alone in the morning with bruises around my butt. He was a freak with a beautiful white cock.”

You and Beverly screaming with laughter, you bet Eddie hears your loud joy in the bathroom. As you calm down, you remember the first time you and Eddie met.

A few weeks ago int he kitchen Eddie extended his hand to you and he introduced himself as Eddie Munson. You looked into his dark eyes, as you told him your name - Bambi. He nodded and shaked your a hand a bit as he looked down on you. It was like he eating you with his eyes, which is not mean too good. He looked at you like a predator. A white-man predator who knows he will break you because of your dark skin. You’ve seen this look too many times, and it gave you anxiety as always.

Eddie smirked when he looked up into your eyes. ’’This name is fits to you, because you look at me like Bambi, when the hunter killed his mom. I won’t bite you, unless you ask for it.” He gave you a wink, what made your face burning. But thank God, he let go your hand.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 smut #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x dark skinned!reader #eddie munson x black!oc #eddie munson x black!reader #bambi and the freak #norah-posts

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reddogf13 · 1 year ago

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scene from fanfic in progress "pride & ruin"

its an alpha/ omega one, but without the usual domestic violence lore or the anatomy swappage. has way more fluff and on the lines of hurt/comfort. i call it alpha/omega for vanilla people or alpha/omega "diet flavor". this scene was also written down out of order, so some bits may change, but overall i like how it is.

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Alcina stared into the destroyed mirror. The glow of her eyes caught in the reflection of the glass. Looking back at her miserable self sitting alone in the dark. Why am I not enough? Looking over her knuckles left bleeding from punching the vanity mirror. Was it worth it? … Well, Heisenberg is gone. Softly smiling about it. Her lovely landscape view was always tainted by the black smoke of Karl's running factory, but now no longer. No more meetings with him, or anyone. No one can call me useless, worthless, a disappointment. These are my lands now and I doubt Donna will challenge me for the title. She sighed at the dreadful feeling sinking in again. Ethan was still here, she wanted him to leave already. But wasn't about to chase him out. Why bother, to make the position available? Could I find another omega out there? Should I take the time to travel? She shut her eyes until a plik noise had her look down. Growling at her bloody side dripping down to the floor. Great, hate getting blood on the carpet. She stood from her small stool, Heading out into the darkened hall down to the large cleaning closet. Grabbing a handful of gauze rolls to return with.

Ethan had been wandering the dark castle for not too long. Having no goal of where to go, but hope his buzzing thoughts would be silenced. His sleep had been thrown off since after Miranda's death. Questioning weather it was anxiety or for other reasons. Alcina had left him alone since Donna gave his official rejection. He was expected to move on eventually, it be rude not to. Hogging an important omega position that another could take. He wanted to, it'd be better for him and rose if he did. Yet, a part of him was regretting his answer. Her scent was gone from the omega den. He missed the bonding talks, her gentle care to calm his nerves. He felt alone, even with the girls still happy to hang around. He avoided the alpha for as long as he could and now all he wanted was her attention.

He tossed and turned in his bed for hours. Moving rosemary to the nursery, thinking. No point in both of us going without sleep. Tossing and turning alone under the layers for a while longer. Tired of that he left the room to wander the castle. He stopped at a crossing hall when he heard her approaching steps. Shrinking slightly against the nearby wall when she came into view. It was the first time he'd ever seen her in more relaxed presentation. A short sleeved buttoned up nightshirt of varying grays that draped to her hips. Matching baggy pants went down to cover a pair of simple black slip on shoes. Her hair flowed down loosely into wavy curls ending at her shoulders. Her beauty captivated him, as always, into staying speechless. Keeping quiet when her eyes flicked onto him. A golden glow from them catching the minimal light.

Spotting him immediately in the darkness between them. She stopped to ask. “why are you up?”

he swallowed before answering. “couldn't sleep. … why are you?” trying not to over step in asking. He cast his eyes down from hers. He didn't know how she'd still be taking the rejection.

“Bandages. ... Do you need anything?”

“No, I'm fine.” Ethan studied her hands without their usual gloves for cover. He saw the start of her sharp black nails along with the oddity of her finger tips being black as if frost bitten. Maybe ts just an illusion from the shadows. Concerned about the fresh blood on her knuckles, but he didn't ask about it. carefully glancing over he did spot another concerning issue. The edge of a large bloody patch at her side. From his angle he couldn't tell exactly how big. A plip noise hit the cool marble floor, now marked by a drop of blood. Following where she came from he could see a small trail highlighted by the moonlit windows.

She glanced back just as he did. Scowling at the mess she was trailing. “you should return to bed.” stepping past the crossing halls to leave Ethan alone.

leaving the way she was had Ethan's anxiety spike. She cant be left like that. “can I help?” he offered before she got too far.

She stopped to looked back. “If you wish.” giving him the grace of catching up to her side before continuing.

#resident evil village #ethan winters #alcina dimitrescu #i cant post my fanfics until a chunk of it is finished!#posts things like this #Ethan x Alcina #alcithan

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transienturl · 6 months ago

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And now for something completely different: a random product review!

This is a Port Authority Xcape BG100 computer backpack, with print-on-demand customization by Spreadshirt/Spreadshop. In the US, it retails for $27+tax from Mozilla's apparently-official merch shop, which regularly has free shipping promotions.

Now, first off, and importantly when considering this an ostensible piece of branded merchandise: the Firefox Aurora logo (now Nightly, but I'm sure you can see why Aurora was the original name/branding) that I picked here is apparently a terrible choice for generic print-on-demand, since the teal color it fades to at the upper right is probably way too saturated to be printable with a lot of processes. Mozilla probably shouldn't offer this design on this product, and I can't say anything about how good Spreadshirt's print accuracy is based on this.

That being said, in this particular case I don't actually care about this at all; if you just told me the result is a random (natural-gas-flame-themed?) alternative colorway for the Firefox logo I'd believe you:

Now, on to more practical matters. This product is, for some reason, $27. The same backpack on Amazon, without customization, is... $32. The bottom-of-the-barrel Amazon Basics backpack that appears when I search "backpack" on Amazon is $24. We're not talking about some $250 LTT bullshit here; the bar is somewhere around "it doesn't suck," and it definitely doesn't suck.

Size is important. I wouldn't call this a huge bag in length and width, but the claimed 7" depth seems about right and makes for a pretty voluminous interior. The angle shown on the sale page rather undersells the depth; the manufacturer's image might oversell it a bit (that one's pretty stuffed) but I would call it a reasonable, practical size.

The laptop pocket is described as fitting "most 17" laptop computers," and I think that's about right, maybe a bit optimistic considering how huge a 17" gaming laptop is these days. A typical 16" gaming laptop should fit fine (not going to bother to borrow my friend's to try it unless someone asks). I don't put my laptop directly in my bag, though, I put it in a sleeve, and a 16" M1 Macbook Pro in a padded sleeve just fits through the side zipper, which is what I need it to do, so, hey. I would call it minimally padded; I haven't tried other tech backpacks so I don't know what the standard is here but I would not want to put my laptop in without a sleeve. The separate laptop compartment and sleeve are more than it looks like you get on a lot of cheap backpacks, though.

Besides that, there are half-height and full-height flat front pockets, one with an organizer (with a zippered mesh; manufacturer pic is a bit old), and then the one big main compartment. No comments here; that's about how I'd do it. It's not much organization, but a lot of space efficiency if you're packing e.g. clothes. The zipper for the large compartment is angled, as you can see in the pic, which I think is smart. The elastic water bottle mesh pockets on the sides seem to work (my old bag's weren't deep enough and so the bottle would fall out, making them functionally useless; they probably should have angled the ones on this bag a little less but I think they're secure enough).

Build quality seems perfectly adequate; I can find no cut corners or anything chintzy, which is saying a lot for merch. Handling it, I'd easily believe you if you told me this was $60+ (and maybe it was when it came out in, I think, 2018). Zippers are large enough and smooth (plastic coil; metal body); strap padding and ventilation are reasonable; back padding and ventilation are rather good. The plastic top handle is a nice touch. (I might avoid using it if you filled the bag with something really, really dense; because of that angled zipper the handle attach point isn't on the strongest part of the bag, but whatever).

I have the "charcoal" color, which is a subtle two-tone. I wasn't sure if the grey would be very light, which wouldn't look great IMHO; the color is actually on the darker side, certainly darker than those photos depending on light angle, and really just makes it read as a black backpack that someone put significant effort designing some visual depth into. The use of multiple material pieces and angled stitching does look quite sharp; looking at it, I'd probably believe you if you told me it was $120?

So, in conclusion, uh... I dunno. I can't immediately think of anything I would change about it, and while I haven't tried any other competing products, it seems better-designed, better-looking, and less expensive than other similar things you could buy, and I guess it's also technically Firefox (or whatever else you want if you just go on Spreadshirt) merch.

Buy used stuff, obviously, when you can, and consider more environmentally friendly fabrics or whatever. But other than that, yeah, sure, if you need a backpack go buy this. It's cheaper than the price bump for a year of ad-free Tumblr, so that's something.

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forgedroyalseal · 1 year ago

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His Worst Nightmare

Chapter Six

Lady Pauline was not a violent woman. She knew that words held more power than fists and that the pen was mightier than the sword. She truly believed that there was never a problem that couldn’t be avoided with diplomacy if properly addressed.

She was also sixty seconds away from throwing Halt into a moat.

“Tell me what happened O’Carrick or I swear to god I will make you regret ever meeting me!” Pauline’s hands twitched at her side, desperately wanted to run her hand through her hair in frustration. But she resisted. The carefully pin coils had taken the better part of an hour and it was not yet midday. She still had several meetings that she had to look somewhat presentable for.

“Leave it be Pauline. I don’t know how many times I have to say it!” Halt shouted. Before this week, he had never shouted at her. Now it seemed as though all he did was yell. Or cry, but he tried to pretend otherwise. The first couple days after Halt had moved into Redmont, he had been a silent shadow of himself. He hadn’t said a word about what prompted the move. Even now, all he ever said was that he wished to be left alone. But Pauline refused. She knew something bad had happened. Something horrific. Something that kept Halt awake each night if the purple bruises below his eyes were any indication. She had tried everything she could think of. She had been gentle. Reassuring. Kind. She had used every tactic to open communication she had been taught. She had been empathetic and supportive and patient. And now, she was being angry and pushy.

“Halt, please. You can’t just bottle this up like you try to do with every other emotion you have. This secret is killing you, and I for one refuse to watch it consume you.”

“Go away.” He growled

“Not happening.” She matched his tone.

There was a knock at the door and a familiar head of flaming hair appeared in the doorway. Pauline sighed in relief. “Finally, my reinforcements have arrived.”

“Lady Pauline, always a pleasure.” Crowley smiled before walking over to Halt. He crouched down in front of him so Halt was forced to look down into his eyes. “So, want to tell me what’s happened?”

“Go back to Castle Araluen Crowley.”

“That’s not happening until we get you sorted out. Now, if you won’t tell me as your friend, then you’ll have to tell me as your Commandant.”

“I resign.”

“I deny your resignation.”

“Crowley-“

“Pauline,” Crowley interrupts without breaking eye contact with Halt, “would you be dear and fetch Will? I’m afraid he’s the only other person who might be able to snake the story out of Halt and get him sorted.”

“No!” Halt leapt to his feet, eyes wide. “Leave him be.” The was a frantic note of panic in his voice and Pauline and Crowley shared a look. They had finally found the pressure point to lean on.

Crowley rose beside him, “Why? According to Gilan you said he’s hurt. Though it can’t be that bad since you’ve locked yourself in this room rather than helping Horace and Gilan take care of it. I’m sure he’s perfectly capable of making his way across town to come visit.”

“He’s not. He needs rest, not you two badgering him.”

“Will’s a sweet boy, he’ll be more than happy to check on you. He wouldn’t want you to be this upset, not if he can help.” Pauline reach out towards the door, but Halt lunged past her, slamming the door shut.

“Please, don’t bother him. Please.”

“Why not Halt? What’s happened to him? Why aren’t you with him?” Crowley’s voice was firm and authoritative.

“It’s my fault.” Halt’s resolve crumbled away with the words, the fight and anger leaving his body, replaced with waves of guilt. “I’m the one who hurt him.”

Pauline took his arm and gently steered them to the sofa. Crowley joined them and placed a hand on Halt’s shoulder. “Start at the beginning Halt. Tell us everything.”

And with a heavy sigh, he did. He spends the next hour describing every gruesome detail, unwilling to leave anything out, to minimize the roll he played in Will’s torture. He finishes with his letter to Horace and Will’s reaction to him once he finally came to. Fat tears ran down Crowley and Pauline’s faces, for Will condition of course, but also for the pain and guilt Halt carried.

“It’s not your fault.” Pauline grasped Halt’s hand in hers.

“Of course it is.” He pulled his hand away from her, clenching it into a fist. “I’m the one who hurt him. I’m the one he’s afraid of.”

Crowley began to protest but Halt cut him off. “And don’t say that it’s not my fault because I was forced. I’m the reason we were in that position to begin with. The man was after me. He wanted me to suffer, Will was just the means that he chose to do so. Time and time again Will has been hurt because of me, or because of the Corps. I should never have gotten involved in his life. Look at where it’s lead him.”

“Halt, Will chose to become a ranger. He put the work in, he fought for it. It’s what he wanted. He wasn’t forced into this life, and he certainly didn’t go in blind. Will is brave and has always wanted a life of adventure, if not with the rangers, then with the knights. Don’t discredit Will by pretending he wasn’t in control of his choices.” Crowley said firmly.

“And as for the matter of him being better off without your involvement,” Pauline added, “don’t forget how you found him. Orphaned, alone and scared. You provided with him sanctuary. You gave him a family. You saved him from a life as a nameless field worker and gave him a purpose. Don’t you dare wish all that away from him.”

“I don’t know how to fix this.” Halt admitted quietly.

“This isn’t something that can just be fixed. What’s done is done, the only thing we can do is support Will in anyway we can.” Pauline says. “And I promise that avoiding Will like he’s a leper isn’t supporting him.”

“We are all going to visit him first thing tomorrow. And I’m going to see if Rodney has any advice. He’s got more experience dealing with these type of injuries than I do.” Crowley stood, grateful to have a clear course of action.

Halt gives voice to his greatest fear. “What if he doesn’t want to see me? If he’s scared of me?”

“Then we try again the next day. And every day, until he’s ready to start mending the bond between you.” Pauline kisses Halt on the cheek. “Try to get some rest dear. We’ll be by in the morning.”

Once he was alone again, Halt moved towards the window and stared out to the forest’s edge, where he knew his little cabin stood, containing the most valuable thing in his life. Please give me chance Will. Please let me make this right.

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #will treaty #horace altman #ranger’s apprentice fanfiction #rangers apprentice fanfiction #halt o'carrick #his worst nightmare

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feathers-nest · 1 year ago

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Zyglavis x Reader - Post-Canon

This is a new version of an old fic. I will be reposting, rewriting or editing most of my old fics, from my early days on Tumblr, to make an actual Tumblr fic post (the old posts only have the AO3 links), some of them (like this one) will be reposted as xReader versions, and so they are on the right blog too.

Summary: As you and Zyglavis prepare for your promised wedding on Earth, you realize you never told your parents much about him

Masterlist // Old Version

Zyglavis wasn’t surprised when you told him you wanted to invite your parents to the wedding ceremony the two of you were planning to have on Earth. What surprised him was how fidgety you were about it.

“You’ve told your parents about us, haven’t you?”

“Kind of. I have been deciding what and how to tell them. It’s not like I can just come out and tell the truth, can I?”

Of course, you couldn’t just come out and tell your parents he was a god, but with how much you talked with your mother, he didn’t expect for your not to have come up with something already.

“That is certainly not an option. But I thought you had told them something.”

“I told them your name and told them we were dating. It wasn’t important to fill them into anything else before.” You looked up from the book you were reading. Despite the serious situation, you were smiling. “How would I know we would be here, preparing to get married on Earth, and that I would have the opportunity to invite them to the wedding?” You snuggled into his chest, and Zyglavis hugged you.

Everything about your relationship was a miracle. You were two beings that shouldn’t have even met, and your relationship had been tested many times. Despite that, you were now married by heavenly custom, and he wanted to give you the earthly wedding you dreamed of as well.

Neither of you had dared to dream this was possible, so it was understandable you hadn’t prepared for it before. But between his proposal and all the preparations, you should have realized he would need to meet your parents before the wedding.

“We are very lucky, indeed.” He caressed your hair, feeling you relax more under his touch. “That doesn’t change the fact that your parents know nothing about me when you are trying to tell them we are getting married. What do you plan to tell them?”

“Don’t worry.” You looked up at him with an even bigger smile. “I’ll just tell them the closest to the truth as possible. I have some ideas. I’m just dreading a couple of questions.”

“One is where I’m from. Just telling them I am from somewhere else, like you do with your co-workers won’t be enough.” You nodded. “The other is about work.”

You shook your head and snuggled into him again, chuckling.

“I’m prepared for that last one. I’m afraid Dad might ask how old you are. But I guess just saying I love you too much to even bother asking isn’t a lie.”

“In other words, distract them until they stop asking.” He shook his head and sighed, hugging you tighter. It wasn’t the most honest idea, but it was so much like you to avoid lying as much as possible, and given the circumstances, that was an impressive feat.

“Better than lying to them, right? Or we could just convince my sisters to bring Hue and Karno along. It’s always easier to escape uncomfortable things in a group. Besides, these things are so minimal, I doubt they’ll get hung up on it when they see how much I’m happy, even if they don’t understand. The fact that I love you and you love me is all that matters, isn’t it?”

“Of course.” Zyglavis smiled as you looked up into his eyes again. The only reason he was doing these things, and the only reason that doing them right mattered to him, was because he knew they would make you happy. If you said it was fine and that you didn’t mind, then why would he?

Zyglavis kissed you, knowing that, no matter what happened, you would have a bright future, because your love was stronger than anything.

#star crossed myth #scm zyglavis #zyglavis x reader #scm #fanfiction #scm fanfic #repost

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x-atlas-x · 11 months ago

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🗡️ specifically the differences with the puzzle boys (yugi, yamiyu, atem...and if you're feeling extra, season 0 murder gremlin)

Hmm… Okay, I’ll give this my best shot!

🗡️ - Fighting Styles/Combat

First up: Yugi

Obviously, the poor boy isn’t a fighter at all, he’s a lover. He doesn’t know how to throw a punch, and if he did, he’d do minimal damage because it’d be extremely uncoordinated and weak. He takes the blows from other people and just endures the pain.

If there was ever a chance where he was forced to fight, I feel like he’d go about it by using the least amount of violence (such as getting the other person restrained or hitting them with something to get them unconscious) or his words.

If there’s a chance to run, and he absolutely thinks it’s his best choice (and there’s no chance of convincing the other person to stop), then he’s fleeing from the scene.

Yami

For the sake of Yugi, he does his best to avoid resorting to violence. He’ll try to talk and get through to the person first before doing anything remotely violent. He could fight if need be, but he’s nothing compared to Joey/Jounouchi, who’s been in plenty of fights. He can defend himself and ensure that he gets out safe (he doesn’t want anything to happen to Yugi’s body after all).

He can throw a punch significantly better than Yugi, but he doesn’t have much strength since he’s possessing Yugi’s body (which rarely ever gets exercise). Still, he’ll do what he must in order to get the person bothering them to back off. If it means kicking or hitting the person with an object, he’ll do so.

Atem

Atem, in his original body, is definitely more capable of handling a fight than anyone else. He’s much stronger and able to fend off whoever comes his way. He’s not afraid to bring harm to the person bothering him. He’ll punch, he’ll kick, and he’ll use any objects around him to defend himself.

What he lacks in height, he makes up for in agility. He’ll use his body weight to take the person down and get higher up in order to do so. There’s a possible chance he has a weapon on him, but it’s never anything too noticeable that he plans on using. Potentially a switchblade of sorts to threaten the person into never crossing paths with him again (he’s made a promise with Yugi to never actually use it on someone unless deemed necessary).

For the most part, he tries to be a pacifist for Yugi, but getting cornered in an alleyway usually doesn’t allow for him to be much of one.

Season 0 Gremlin

I don’t care, someone is dying—or better yet, someone is already dead. He’ll kill anyone who stands in his path as long as he sees them as a true threat. Otherwise, he just gives them punishments he sees fitting. Yugi’s body is weak, but he’ll push it to the limit in order to fight the opponent standing in his way.

He loves using his brain to think of creative ways to harm someone, especially when he’s exhausted and exerted all of his energy with physical fighting. He’ll electrocute someone, he’ll set them on fire, he’ll poison them a scorpion—we’ve already see this all happen.

He doesn’t care about Yugi at all (Yugi’s blacked tf out, it’s not like he can stop him) and will always resort to violence.

#i hope these are good ^^#i know yami in the manga is equally as violent sometimes #*however* i’m counting some of those moments in the beginning as season 0 #those are mainly before yugi becomes aware of his presence #yami’s attitudes and behaviors come after yugi’s aware of him #and atem is if he were to be resurrected #hopefully that all makes sense!!#thanks for the ask my friend! :D #ask game #atlas answers

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trans-wojak · 11 months ago

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I just wanted to say I saw your response to the ask about Nex and I wanted to say that the way you explained your stance is very well thought out…

I hold the same beliefs as you, and I would like to not be on Anon but I fear if my friends found I hold these beliefs that they would call me transphobic and hate me (it is a kinda complicated situation…)

I just want to say I admire your bravery to speak your thoughts and opinions so openly and seemingly without fear of being rejected because of them. I hope one day to be able to have the confidence to speak my thoughts on subjects without fearing to be criticized.

-A shy anon 🪼

I have been criticised a lot for my stance because it creates conflict and many people just dislike conflict in general, which I understand. I just avoid trans spaces online and irl these cause they are predominantly filled with trenders and “non binary”. I prefer LGBT mixed spaces cause atleast those are not just a group made up of women who ID as non binary. Since it’s LGBT and not “trans”, there is less room for radical feminist man hating bullshit cause gay men will tell them to stfu.

Non binary in my experience and research is really just radical feminism lite, it reminds me of “political lesbians” who were straight femcels out of choice. All core beliefs of non binary activism heavily align with radical feminist theory more than it does with anything about trans rights. Contrary to popular belief, many radical feminists believe that medical transition is fine aslong as you retain that you’re a masculinised female or feminised male and don’t assert you are changing your sex or try to be in any of your group’s gendered spaces. Though, this treatment is mainly only directed at trans women - they rarely care about trans men sharing spaces with cis men cause they see it as “rebellious against the evil patriarchy” and benefiting.

This is why most “detrans” TERFs you find will have identified as non binary but then switched, usually after trying testosterone and ACTUALLY getting dysphoria. If you go to non binary subreddits, there’s countless posts about being scared to start T cause “I don’t want *insert literal male sexual characteristic*” or even worse “I don’t want to be perceived as a cis male”. The comments are filled with encouragement to start T anyway, saying you can microdose to control effects (a lie, it just makes it slower), suggesting taking certain hormone blockers to literally block male sexual characteristics but get very minimal ones that could be achieved through diet, exercise and voice training. Or worse, suggestions that laser hair removal isn’t even hard or expensive, it’ll work blah blah.

These retards then go on T, get side effects that cause actual dysphoria and then go full blown radical feminist.

At this point? I think anyone who identifies as non binary should be banned from transitioning medically. I don’t think you should qualify for a gender dysphoria diagnosis unless you want to be the opposite sex; not some magical androgynous being to get out of misogyny in society.

Though I do keep my beliefs to myself in many situations to avoid conflict but I also play heavily on my autism as an excuse for things, if the government and society wanna deem me as retarded then I’ll play into it. So, no I struggle with singular they cause I’m autistic. Honestly, I actually do struggle with singular they especially if they look entirely as their birth sex. I just don’t bother putting in effort cause I don’t care about how they feel. The worst woman I ever encountered who got mad at me for this was self diagnosed autistic, had a fucking child and was raising him “as non binary” so she got mad if you used he/him. I’m all for not raising kids with no gender roles or stereotypes but doing that is gonna fuck up the kid.

I also know a woman who started T cause she thinks she’s non binary and immediately stopped cause of body hair growing. Now she complains about her slightly deeper voice and says she wants to get pregnant again but worries that T hurt her. Oh she still retains she’s non binary tho, just that she likes living as a female “cause its way more comfortable” - yeah cause you’re a cis woman!

Anyway sorry for the rant, I’m glad that my opinions aren’t all seen as me being uwu disrespectful and mean cause my intent isn’t to be “mean” it’s to use critical thinking. If you want, you can privately DM me to discuss more on this so you don’t feel so alone in your convictions. It’s one of the reasons I have stopped showing my face online publicly cause trenders tried to doxx me, dangerous at times to not believe in non binary.

#thanks nonnie #thanks for the ask!

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x-ceirios-x · 10 months ago

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to some fortune that i should have found by now

part two of a series about the ashfair family and their history. prev | next

rowan goes to magnus for more information about his history with their family, only to discover an unlikely friendship.

Really, they didn’t know why they were standing in front of Magnus’s apartment door, they didn’t know what they wanted from talking to him or if he could even answer their questions. But ever since Alicante, Rowan had been avoiding both him and their father like the plague, even going as far to not talk to Alec about Magnus, while they tried to wrap their head around all the new information.

Magnus was friends with their mother. They’d met Magnus when they were a child and knew him well. They didn’t remember any of it, which bothered them more than anything. Part of them hoped it was some spell like Clary’s memories of the shadow world and they could just get everything back and remember it all in a second, but they had a feeling that wasn’t true.

They stood at the door for a few minutes, raising their hand to knock, then stopping themselves. This was a stupid idea, they thought, turning away from the door and deciding to walk away. But something kept them there and they turned back to the door. They wanted to know. They hated being kept in the dark with anything, let alone things about their own life, like they had since their father left them in New York. Magnus had answers.

The door flew open in front of them. Magnus wasn’t there, though they heard his voice from somewhere in the apartment, “you’re taking too long, peanut.”

Rowan walked in, shoulders tense and posture stiff as a board, and closed the door behind them. They walked down the hall, poking their head in the living room. He wasn’t there either, so they continued the walk to the kitchen. Standing behind the island that was covered in potion bottles and other miscellaneous lab equipment was Magnus, dressed in a low cut, floral shirt and plain lounge pants. He wore minimal glitter on his eyes, though they could see small shimmers or silver and his hair was electric blue at the ends. It was surprisingly tame for him, though they figured he wasn’t expecting company.

“Hand me that jar, would you?” he asked, not looking up from the book he was reading out of. He gestured toward the wall behind them; they followed his hand and saw a small, oddly-colored jar full of things that they didn’t want to know their origin. They put it on the counter in front of him and he poured all of it into a bowl; it turned a strange magenta color and they decided it wasn’t something they wanted to know what it was.

They stood awkwardly against the wall, looking anywhere but at what he was doing. It was a few minutes of quiet, only interrupted by the cheesy pop music playing from the radio in the corner. After a while, he got a little smile on his face and poured a now-brilliant red color liquid into a different bottle. With a quick wave, everything disappeared except for the bottle in his hand, which he walked around the counter and put it on a shelf just above their head. “Now,” he said, turning towards them. “Sorry for all that. I promised a friend a little potion. What can I do for you, my dear?”

They stared at him for a moment, then their eyes narrowed. “You know why I’m here.”

He smirked. “I know you stood in front of my door for a few minutes looking like a lost puppy, that’s for sure.” He went to the corner of the kitchen and pulled two mugs from the cabinet and proceeded to pour coffee into each. “Sugar, no milk, right?”

Rowan crossed their arms over their chest. “Yeah, thanks. How’d you know?”

“Good guess,” he said and turned, then placed the coffee on the counter in front of them. “Plus, Alexander might have mentioned it.”

“Why were you and Alec talking about my coffee order?”

“Because I was trying to do something nice for you.” Magnus sighed and walked out of the room, beckoning them to follow. With a bit of confusion, they did, bringing the coffee into the living room with them. They sat awkwardly on the couch, curled up in the corner, watching as he ran his hand over the spines of books on the shelves, muttering to himself. He found the one he was looking for and plucked it out, turning it in his hand. It was thin and small, decorated with stickers and writing they couldn’t read on the spine.

He sat on the couch next to them, placing his mug on the coffee table by his knees. They got a good look at the cover—there were glued-on gems, stickers of mundane cartoon characters, and in neat, loopy writing, Summer 1998.

“I will answer any question you have honestly,” he said, his voice much softer than it had been a moment before. “But you need to see this.”

Carefully, they took the book and opened the cover. Inside, it was simply a journal, something they’d buy in the corner of a bookstore when they had a little spare cash. But there were drawings and scribbles that looked like a child drew them, tape with all sorts of colors and patterns, and pictures held in by the tape. Pictures of Jensen as a toddler, paint all over his face and hands, in the treehouse in Idris, with their father in the background with an array of brushes behind his ears or in his hands, each of them different colors. The next page held a blurry photo of their mother and father, laughing at something behind the camera, and a caption at the bottom in the same handwriting as the cover: Alice doesn’t know how to use a camera yet. They didn’t think they’d ever seen their father look so happy, so full of life.

They flipped the page. There was a picture of a little girl they barely recognized—long, unruly curls pulled into pigtails, bangs hanging in her face. She wore a blue dress and black Mary Janes, though both had dirt and grass stains on them. She had freckles and a gap in her teeth, evident in the smile on her face. Holding her was their father—neither seemed to know there was a camera on them, but they looked completely and utterly absorbed in the moment. He wore paint-covered jeans and a plain t-shirt, more casual clothes than they ever remembered seeing him in. Sun shone through the window behind them. In the top corner above it: And Aric says he doesn’t like Elton John.

“That’s me,” they said in a half-whisper, voice a little shaky. “My—my dad—”

Magnus nodded. “I don’t think I had ever seen a man look more in love than when I met your father for the first time and I watched how he looked at your mother. Then you and your brother came along and I was proven wrong.”

They took a deep breath and looked at him. “How do you have this?”

“Your mother had a habit of scrapbooking, and once she brought it over to show me. She left it here—I meant to give it back, but…” He smiled slightly as he said this, though they could see some sadness behind his eyes. They knew what he meant. It was only a few months later that she died, a little while after Jensen’s fourth birthday. “I held onto it, is all. Didn’t want to lose it.”

They closed the book and handed it back to him, deciding they didn’t want to see more at the moment. He frowned slightly, though took it either way. “What happened, Magnus? My dad refuses to talk about it, Maryse didn’t know my mother well, I doubt Luke did, either, not that I’ve asked…”

Magnus took a sip of his drink and sat it, with the book, on the coffee table. “Are you sure you want to hear all this? I don’t…” he trailed off with a small sigh.

“Don’t what?”

“I don't want to push you any further from your father.”

They frowned. “I don’t think you can do that.”

He gave them a quick, wide-eyed look that challenged that statement, though he continued. “I was a very, very good friend of your mother’s. She met me while I was investigating some Downworld issues, ran into each other a few times afterward, and we kept in touch while she was at the Academy and thereafter.” He took a breath, choosing his words carefully. “Her parents were…interesting people. Very strict, old-world, Clave-lover types. They wanted her and her brother and sister to go to the Academy, marry respectable people, settle down—at least her father did. She lost her mother young. Your mother, the firecracker that she was, had no interest in any of it.”

“I’ve heard that about her. Maryse told me that—actually, a few times she got a little angry with me and told me I’m just like my mother.”

“If she meant strong-willed and rebellious, that would be the case.” Magnus chuckled. “She, from what I understand, was a brilliant student and top of her class. Had a perfect record and had good friends who all acted the same way. She had a strong sense of justice, though, and tolerated no mistreatment of those she loved. She defended people who couldn’t defend themselves with a smile, knowing she was doing the right thing.

“Your father struggled in school. I don’t know all the details—she didn’t tell me everything, probably because he asked her not to. I have a feeling it’s not something he’s proud of. But she was assigned to tutor him and they became fast friends despite their vastly different lives.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow at that. “What do you mean?”

Magnus looked at them for a moment and frowned. “Your father drank from the Mortal Cup to become a Shadowhunter. He was a mundane until he was seventeen or so. Did he not tell you that?”

They clenched a fist, nails digging into their palm as they did when they were angry. “No,” they said bitterly. “He didn’t. I—I met Valentine, once, and he called my father a mundane, but I had no idea..” How, they had no idea. Then again, they knew nothing about their father’s life before they came to New York. He refused to talk about it, citing it as something unimportant. Every story they knew about their parents was purely from the Lightwoods over the years, giving them whatever bits and pieces they knew about him as a teenager and young adult. His friendship with Maryse and Robert was relatively new when they came to New York and they ran in different circles—that’s all they had been told.

He nodded. “I’ll add that to my list of reasons I’d like to strangle your father some days.”

Rowan scoffed, noticing the twinge of anger in his voice as well. “The feeling is mutual.”

“I’ll give you the short version, then,” he said with a small sigh. “Your father was a mundane. He grew up in New York, if I remember correctly, and he was recruited to the academy. He became a Shadowhunter and fell into your mother’s friend group with Jeremy Lovelace, his eventual parabatai, and Céline Montclaire, your mother’s best friend.”

They leaned their head into their hands, holding their forehead. “My head hurts,” they muttered and ran a hand through their hair before looking up at him. “Two things. My father has a parabatai? And my mother was friends with Jace’s mom?”

He laughed softly at their exasperation and nodded. “Believe me, it’s amusing from the outside, knowing the, ah…complicated history there.”

“Oh, I’m sure Alec told you all about how he thinks I’m a dumbass.”

“Actually,” he said, stopping them from continuing. “Alec hasn’t mentioned much, except that he worries for you, sometimes. I’ve just seen you and Jace in a room together and assumed things.”

They pinched the bridge of their nose, burying their face in their hands. “Don’t get me started with that prick. He’s no longer my problem.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

“You could say that.” They sat up and took a sip of their drink. “I don’t know a Jeremy Lovelace. Who is he?”

“He’s a Silent Brother. He was injured and it would have killed him, but rather than dying, he joined the Brotherhood. I have a friend there, Brother Zachariah, who told me he’s doing well the last time I saw him.”

Rowan looked at him strangely. “Do you know everyone?”

He smirked. “When you’re alive a long time, my dear, you make friends in strange places.” His face dropped slightly as he continued. “Your father wasn’t really the same afterward. Warlock magic is powerful, but the parabatai bond is something else entirely—he was happy, though, from what I could see. And he had your mother to rely on. By that point, it was just the two of them; Céline had gone, Jeremy was one of the Brothers, but they had each other. And they had you, then Jensen, and they had family. Until…”

They began to fiddle with the ring on their finger, knowing where this story went next. “She died. I know that much. That doesn’t explain why my dad looked so…guilty when he saw you at the party. And why he was so upset when I said I’d met you weeks ago, or why you were so angry when you left.”

His eyebrows furrowed and his expression tightened slightly—they assumed this was the part he hadn’t wanted to tell them. “Your mother was very dear to me, Rowan. Being alive as long as I have, I rarely meet someone so different from anyone else I’ve seen, but she was the best person I’ve known in a while. And I…” They could hear the tension in his voice as he continued, though they could also see he was trying to remain as neutral as possible. “I didn’t give that book back to your father because I was angry. I didn’t find out she had died until a week after the fact and didn’t get to properly say goodbye because I wasn’t allowed in Alicante. I didn’t—” He took a breath and wiped the corner of his eye. “The worst part is, I had you two when it happened—you and Jensen. They were on a mission in Cairo, helping the Institute that was incredibly undermanned, and they asked if I could keep you for a few days. It wasn’t the first time I’d done this, I’d done it several times in you and your brother’s lives—hell, I made your mother her first cup of coffee after she had yours and let her nap on my couch while I kept you preoccupied for a few hours. I didn’t know when your father took you home it would be the last time I saw you for eight years.”

He let out a shuddering breath and, with a bit of a sad flourish and some blue sparks of magic, summoned a tissue in his hand. He dabbed at the corners of his eyes and took a moment to pull himself back together, before continuing. “Eight years to me is such a small fraction of the rest of my life, but it didn’t pass as quickly as I thought it would have. I assumed, after the first month of hearing nothing from your father despite the countless fire messages I sent him, that I would never see you again. I left him alone and wallowed in my misery until I forced myself to move on. I spent a lot of time with Ragnor Fell in that time, though, and he was a dear friend to me as well.”

Rowan couldn’t manage words to react to the rest of his story, but they could acknowledge the loss of his friend. “Clary told me what happened in Idris. I’m sorry.”

“There is absolutely nothing for you to apologize for, my dear,” he said, a sad kind of smile on his face. “I know this is all…overwhelming. But you wanted your questions answered. I never meant to keep anything from you.”

“Magnus,” they said, sitting up a little straighter. A million thoughts raced through their head, more questions, more feelings, more things wondering why, but they knew there was only so much he knew. He didn’t have the whole story, he couldn’t tell them why their father abandoned them in New York or what actually happened to their mother because no one would tell them more than it was a demon attack. They didn’t know if that was true or if it was a way for the adults to get them to stop asking so many questions about an uncomfortable topic. They only had one question he could really answer, though.

“I have to know,” they continued. “You did one of those…memory block spells on Clary. Is…is there one on me? Because I don’t…” they trailed off for a moment, trying desperately to explain something they spoke so infrequently about. They’d only ever told Alec about their frustration with this, with their problems with memory. “I don’t remember any of this. Jace has told me he remembers most of his childhood. Alec and Izzy remember when they were kids. Even Jensen remembers little bits of Mom, but it’s few and far between. But I just…I don’t. Frankly, I don’t remember most of my life before I was twelve, there’s just little hints of things.”

He shook his head. “There’s no spell on you that I know of, my dear. The human mind has its own magic, though, and I believe with all the things that happened to you as a child—losing your mother, moving to New York, all of it happening so quickly…you might have blocked things out without meaning to. And that might be more powerful than any memory spell I could conjure up.”

That was the opposite of what they needed to hear. They’d hoped, for some reason, that they’d have some spell on them that he could fix with a quick snap and everything would be over and they’d have all the answers they wanted, but even he couldn’t help them with all the power he held. They leaned forward, burying their face in their hands, forcing back the tears that threatened to fall from their eyes. To their surprise, Magnus cautiously wrapped his arm around their shoulders, and even more surprising, they didn’t try to shove him away like sometimes they did when even Alec was trying to help them.

“I’m so sorry I can’t do more for you, peanut,” he said softly. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed someone, but I will be from here on, if you’ll have me.”

Rowan nodded, though it was small. They kept their head down, letting him hug them, fidgeting with the ring on their finger as the weight of it all hit them. They wanted so badly to have something of their mom’s, more than just this ring, to remember her by, but the pictures didn’t spark anything, either. In a few minutes, they lost all hope of remembering her beyond stories like they always hoped they would, if only they could hear the right information or talk to the right person. But even the person who knew her best besides their father couldn’t help them.

“It’s so…unbelievably isolating to know nothing about your own life,” they said in an incredibly small voice after a while of quiet. “Maybe that’s why I get on with Clary so well. She gets it.”

Magnus smiled slightly, pulling away as they sat up. “I always thought you two would get along. Even as kids, you were similar—curious little things that loved to get into anything you could.”

“Maryse said I was a bit of a shit when I was a little kid,” they said, laughing half-heartedly as they wiped the corner of their eye. “Jace and I used to get into everything, no matter where she hid it. Birthday gifts, Hodge’s things in his desk—this one time, he, Izzy, and I broke into her makeup and she drew all over his face. Even worse, we left her whole counter trashed—she was so pissed.”

He laughed as they spoke. “I bet. I would be livid if I had three eight year olds playing with my makeup.”

“Actually, I think we were twelve.”

“Oh, that makes it so much better.”

They chuckled and took a sip of their coffee. Despite the realization that they might never remember the earlier years of their childhood, they felt somehow…lighter. Magnus had that effect on people, they assumed. Now that they knew his deal and weren’t so suspicious of him, they could appreciate his charm and good nature. He’d done a lot to help them, their friends and their family in the past few weeks. Maybe this was an opportunity to start over.

“Tell me about my mom,” they said. “The most obscure, random thing about her you can think of.”

He leaned back against the couch and thought for a moment. “Let me see,” he said in a half-whisper, mostly to himself. “Oh! Oh, dear, your father was a terrible influence on her. She was a perfect student and all that, but from what she told me, she’d never been in any trouble before this. But she told me—keep in mind, this was in school in the very early days of Valentine, so ‘The Circle’ wasn’t really a thing yet—“

“By the Angel, please tell me my mom wasn’t involved with that.”

“Oh, heavens no. Just the opposite.” A smug smile grew on his face. “She hated him. Thought he was full of it. She told me, years later, that he’d insulted warlocks for some reason and she was already in a sour mood—walked up and punched him straight in the face. Broke his nose, I think.”

Rowan almost choked on their coffee, quickly setting it down before they made a mess. They looked at Magnus with wide eyes, half laughing. “You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking.”

“Absolutely not. Your father confirmed everything when she brought it up a few years later.”

They shook their head in disbelief, still a little unsure if he was bluffing, but decided it wasn’t too far of a stretch. They’d heard their mother had a bit of a temper but they were glad to know it was used to punch assholes.

The two talked for a while longer, exchanging various memories and stories that Rowan felt had to be exaggerated a little, but that was who Magnus was. He liked to tell a story, but they loved to listen. The longer they listened to him, the more connected they felt—to him, and to their mother.

There was a knock on the front door and Magnus jumped like he was surprised, then clasped his hands over his mouth. “Oh dear, I forgot–” he said, sighing at himself. “I have some friends coming over for a dinner party, dear, I’m so sorry.”

Rowan shrugged and shook their head. “It’s alright,” they said, standing to leave. “I’ve gotta head back anyway. Simon and I are doing a movie night and I’ve gotta clean my room before I go.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Simon can’t enter the Institute, why would you need to clean for that?”

“You haven’t met Maryse.” They deadpanned, giving him a look that explained exactly how much of a mom-mode Maryse was in recently. THey started to gather their things and head to the door. “Plus my dad’s here, so anything to get out of the house, right? And Simon’s nice. He wants to show me some movies he grew up with. It’ll be fun.”

“I bet it will,” he said with a smug smirk that implied something between them and Simon. Magnus winked a very glittery eye at them and they cringed.

“You’re gross. He’s just a good friend,” they said with a huff. “And he’s got something going on with Isabelle or something. I quit asking—romance drama is not for me.”

“Whatever you say, my dear. Talk soon.” Magnus smiled at them as they turned to the door and opened it.

When they opened the door, they saw two people—very tall, very good-looking people—and Rowan wondered how Magnus managed to be surrounded by beautiful Downworlders all the time. Then again, he fit right in. They gave an awkward smile to the one looking at them. She had very long, ginger hair that fell in loose curls around her shoulders, and everything about her exuded confidence in a very soft, gentle way. Her store unnerved them, though. She had the most incredible blue eyes they’d ever seen in their life, and the way she looked down at them sent a chill down their spine. The other of the two was busy writing something in his journal, his dark hair hanging in his eyes and obscuring most of his face from them. .

They walked away quickly. As they headed down the hallway, they heard Magnus join them in the threshold. “Really, Magnus,” the woman said, “more Nephilim?”

“Be nice, Eleanor,” said the man. “Not everyone holds a hundred year grudge like you do.”

The girl muttered something they didn’t understand, then Magnus sighed. “Is this going to be your attitude all night?”

There were some footsteps and shuffling, no doubt them going into the apartment.

“You know how I feel about Shadowhunters, dear”

“I’d appreciate a little more patience for the ones I keep in my company, lately. That was Mollie’s child.”

The woman gasped quietly. “You’re joking.”

The front door swung closed behind the three and with a click of the latch closing, Rowan could no longer hear the rest of the conversation. They came to Magnus for answers to questions, and got them, but it only opened new doors for more questions. While they wanted to know why these friends of Magnus’s that showed up knew their mother, and they wanted to understand the full situation from their father, they had more important things to worry about, like movie night and Simon. Simon, who was basically keeping them sane at the moment and providing what little entertainment they got out of his relationship drama while they figured everything in their own life out. At least it kept things interesting.

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galaxythixf · 11 months ago

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@ofsavior said: “What if they kissed?” NobaMaki Send "What if they kissed" for a hypothetical scenario with no strings attached || Accepting

The thought scratches the back of her mind as she sits, waiting for Maki to come back to an otherwise empty room when the sun sets and their job finally sits at rest. Thankfully with minimal damage to count she can't be bothered to think about the pain on her side that dulls having already been treated and instead her mind wanders to the obvious. There was something there, something that wasn't months ago. She isn't dense enough to ignore something had changed between them and through gentle nudges and bold actions she'd secured at least a fraction of what Maki seemed to think of the difference. She was either indifferent to it or hiding her real thoughts about it. Either way, Nobara wanted answers she wasn't sure she would get through verbal beckoning and with no intention to elaborate, she plots alone.

Legs cross while she sits by the window as promised and the lollipop she had before had been chewed down to the last of a stick that her teeth currently gnawed at. Fingers pinch the end of of it as it bends and the thoughts she contemplates on stir within her mind, trying to come to a decision on what she wanted to do. It'd be a waste to come this far with nothing to show, she thought but gauging Maki's feelings based off of a lack of reaction wasn't exactly sustainable either. Communication wasn't a strong suit for either of them, not that she would ever admit it.

She finally hears the door shut rather abruptly behind her and swiveling in her spot to look at an irritated Maki she listens to her frustrations roll off her tongue as soon as it's shut. The bag in her hand ushered to the bed that still lay untouched by anything minus the now bag of mystery sitting upon it. Snacks, she assumed, but Nobara didn't really have an interest in what she bought. There are a few beats for her to get a word in but she neglects to, opting to listen to her a little longer rather than butting in with her own selfish thoughts. It's a luxury she wouldn't explicitly state she gave but something she prided herself in regardless. The stick that occupied her now tossed in the bin as the other speaks, and light eyes yet again make their way to Maki.

"Maki," she finally says, waiting for the other to acknowledge her rather than whatever had managed to rouse her. It's nothing she can state verbally so she makes her decision to close the distance about as casual as she can until a few feet are all that separate them. Minutes prior to this she hadn't actually thought about the weight this held and how much of it she felt now. Nerves rattled with anticipation on a first she hadn't expected to be in the middle of the upperclassman's room but where else? She thinks. Another step and she's nearly flush against her, surprised Maki hadn't grown suspicious enough to create more space between them but she's surprisingly trusting for someone that was so hard to read sometimes.

A hand finds its way to the jacket of Maki's uniform and fingers wrap themselves around it as if it would ground her. It doesn't but it's a start. Neglecting to look her directly in the eye she lets her fingers fiddle with the buttons that line it, gliding up without a word and her expression kept flat even when hints of color rise to fill her cheeks. It's silent and she knows how she wants to fill it but the commitment is still hard to make. Thumb flicks the nearest button as if it meant anything other than a distraction and somewhere between her actions her other hand joins, eventually abandoning the jacket to snake themselves around her shoulders and then looking at her is inevitable. She can't avoid it any longer and she doesn't, choosing to let any questions die on their lips before they had a chance to fall. Raising on her toes makes it possible when she can feel Maki's lips on her own and eyes flutter shut to let the message speak for itself.

I want more.

#✰ — IC ✶ Racing With The Stars #Asks #ofsavior #✰ — Nobara ✶ LADYLIKE #✰ — Queued ✶ Traveling Through The Solar System #Special Deliveryyyyy ))

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bihansthot · 2 years ago

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Now, I need your help!! I know you have tattoos, and I might be getting my first ever one tomorrow, on my shoulder. I’m getting my sons Birth flower. Do you have any on the shoulder? Like what exactly does it feel like, what should I be expecting going into this???

Congrats love! That’s so exciting! Hmmm I don’t have one in that particular area but so do have one one my chest which is very boney so it might be comparable? It honestly didn’t bother me much at all, but everyone handles pain very differently. It’s bit of a slightly burning, slightly pinching kind of scratching sensation? It’s very hard to describe but I didn’t find it unpleasant, it’s very similar to hard scratching with your fingernails. I’m actually getting my third this Friday and I’m very excited as I’m finally getting a Mortal Kombat one! I will say if you’re doing the boney part of your shoulder it’s going to hurt more then the fleshy bit because anything on bone hurts more. My chest tattoo goes almost all the way to my bellybutton and the base of my sternum was noticeably more painful than the rest of my tattoo. The one I have on my hip I barely felt, it was very relaxing almost, I should probably disclose though that I’m a bit of a masochist and no stranger to pain so discomfort doesn’t really bother me. Having blood drawn or an IV hurts far more than a tattoo IMO piercings also hurt more to me but I have several of them too. If you’re concerned about the pain they do make numbing creams but I’ve never used one so I don’t know if they work well or not. Just make sure you are well hydrated and have eaten before your appointment which is very important so you don’t faint or have any other issues. Aftercare is extremely important too! Aquaphor is a live saver! It helps keep the tattoo hydrated and keeps it from itching so much which speaking of itching do not do it! Don’t itch it! You may permanently damage your skin and the tattoo if you do. Make sure you follow your aftercare instructions from the artist as it’s been about 7 years since I’ve had one and they might make better products now. Try your best to be relaxed during the process it will hurt less the more relaxed you are, tensing makes everything hurt more. Take frequent breaks if you need to and don’t be afraid to communicate with your artist if you need a break, don’t try and force it! Pain after the tattoo is usually quite minimal but you might want an ibuprofen or two if you can take them. Try to avoid painkillers or aspirin before your tattoo though as it may lead to excessive bleeding. Also make sure the area is well cleaned and don’t use any lotion or sunscreen beforehand, make sure you clean it properly afterwards as there’s an increased chance of infection. Most of all though enjoy it! It’s beautiful you’re getting an expression of your love for your son! Meaningful tattoos are always gorgeous and I can’t wait to see it when it’s done! Hope this helped lovely! 💙

#tattoos #sol answers #💙💙💙

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thegraveyardhotel · 8 months ago

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Answered by Moonjumper! :) It's a bit long since I'm very wordy, so I've put it under a "read more" cut.

1. It depends on the tea. Typically with black teas, earl gray, or anything in that general flavor profile, we like it with milk and sugar. However, with green teas, we like it with just a bit of honey. As for coffee, apparently all of us prefer it exceptionally sweet. Personally, I really love this one blend of green tea we have that has lemon and ginseng added in it. It's my favorite drink at the moment, it's very good with honey. :)

2. Hard to say for certain! French or Italian sound like very fun languages, though Spanish also has a lovely sound to it and would be more practical for where we live.

3. Usually around 9am, noon at the absolute latest.

4. I think we liked Sonic Underground! Though, I can't seem to remember all that clearly.

5. Winter, since we like being able to wear hoodies, though most of us actually prefer Fall.

6. I'm personally a pessimist, though I know I have a few optimistic headmates in here, and most of us are realists.

7. I prefer the rain in theory. I like being able to sit inside with tea and listen to the rain, and I love the smell of petrichor, but I don't like the hassle of needing to keep our supplies under an umbrella to make sure nothing gets water damage. Add in wind that's strong enough to upturn our umbrella, and you have the perfect recipe for a very annoyed Moonjumper!

8. With a loose piece of paper, since we, for some ungodly reason, don't own a proper bookmark. That would be a wonderful idea for a project, now that I think about it. Making a bookmark for us sounds delightful! I'd probably draw Snatcher and myself on it, since we're the only ones who bother to read physical books instead of exclusively fanfiction.

9. Black, ankle high boots that have zippers on the side.

10. I would be Moonjumper scented! Jokes aside, I would love to always smell like petrichor, tea, and old books.

11. Silvery, almost seeming to glow in the moonlight, with little red markings everywhere.

12. I love writing in cursive, though the body is very out of practice.

13. I don't know, none of us are very knowledgeable on Star Wars.

14. I would like to think I'm defined by my politeness.

15. Roller skating is extremely fun from what I remember, but I would love to try out ice skating!

16. The body has a younger brother.

17. Red strings that can puppeteer whatever creatures they latch onto, but can also be used like normal strings to grab objects. I use them when necessary but try to avoid puppeteering things needlessly, as I doubt it's a pleasant experience.

18. In headspace, I wear reds, whites, beiges, golds, and purples! The body, however, has exclusively black and white clothing, with minimal hints of color accents. I would like to diversify our wardrobe colors in the future.

19. I would love to have a pet crow! They're very intelligent and playful creatures, from what I've heard. :)

20. I would use a bow and arrow as my main weapon of choice, though I would keep a sword on me just in case close quarters combat was unavoidable.

21. Coffee!

22. Salt and pepper for basic flavoring, obviously, but the specific spices used depend on the dish. We like using dried chili flakes, paprika, and cayenne pepper in a lot of our meals, but those wouldn't go very well in something sweeter, like oatmeal, in which we would use cinnamon instead.

23. Whatever font the website uses, I think? Unless you mean in Google Docs, in which case, most of us like to use crimson text or courier new.

ask game that tells a lot about you.

how do you take your tea / coffee?

if you could be fluent in any language at the snap of your fingers, which one and why?

when do you wake up?

what was your favourite tv show as a kid?

summer or winter?

realist, optimist, or pessimist?

rain or sunshine?

how do you mark your spot in a book?

what are your favourite shoes like?

what would your non-perfume/cologne signature scent be?

if you were a dragon, what would you look like?

is your handwriting more print, cursive, or a mix?

what colour would your lightsaber be?

what is your defining personality trait?

roller skates or rollerblades or ice skates?

are you an only child? oldest / middle / youngest?

what would your superpower be? how would you use it?

what’s your clothing colour palette?

pet snake or pet bird?

weapon of choice in a medieval battle

the best ice cream flavour

what spices do you always use when cooking?

default font when typing?

#ask game #personality ask #system introject #plural system #system stuff #Look I did a thing!#Pretend I'm waving hello and smiling at everyone who reads this #though I assume not many will read this

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aaryan-mwa-blogs · 3 months ago

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How to Properly Store Your Cables: Best Practices for Longevity

And now, after the last DJ set, recording session, or other gig where you rock out with your most precious equipment, it's time to pack up and go home, but there's one thing left to deal with-those pesky cables. If you are anything like me, ignoring that tangle of cables is one of those annoying things you wish you could. But truly, what will make or break your cables' lifespan would be in how you store them, which will save you heaps of bother and money in the long run. So, let's get down to some of the best practices for keeping your cables well-maintained!

Why Cable Storage Matters

You might think to yourself, "Why on earth should I waste my time making sure my cables are any sort of arrangement like this 'right' way? They're just wires, right?" Believe it or not, however, the cables are way more important than you would have thought. They're your lifeline to your whole audio setup. No cables = no sound. That's it. And if your cables are bent, twisted, or damaged, they affect the quality of your sound-have you ever listened to that abhorrent buzzing or static? So, a bad storage of the cables may bring about wear and tear, which may shorten their life. It may even damage your favorite gear. So, keeping them in order is pretty high-stakes indeed!

Step 1: Master the Over-Under Wrap Technique

Now, let's take the absolute bare essentials-but most important of all: the over-under wrap. That has nothing to do with a ninja kick or any sort of sneaky move but wrapping in such a manner that your cables will not tangle nor twist. It will not only extend the life of the cable for you but will also make uncoiling with no rat's nest of knots for them. Trust me, learn this technique and you'll never do them around that elbow again.

How to Do the Over-Under Wrap:

Start by working at the end of the cable with the connector at the bottom, and make your first turn as if you were just trying to complete a circle by twisting it round.

Take the second turn the opposite way-around, that is, under.

Alternate the over and under turns till you have wrapped all the cable.

Boom! You're ready to roll. This is a trick that pros-do all audio engineers and camera ops-do everywhere-because it relieves stress on the cable and minimizes internal damage.

Fast Tip: Try not to knot or bend tightly. When you double or triple wrap your cables, the coils can get entangled with the copper inside of the cables, causing it to knot or break in odd places.

Step 2: Use Cable Ties to Secure Everything

So, essentially, you should have all the wires neat and tidy till that point. Now you will be tying all these with cable ties. Velcro are quite good as they are reusable, sized up, quite less damaging as concerned with itself; because sometimes plastic zip ties dig into the wires. It means these can be loosened and tightened back quite easily if you are in quite a hurry.

What About Rubber Bands?

Do not. Rubber bands look neater as a temporary fix, but they deteriorate with time and are further irritated by heat; they will stick to your cables, all gooey. Use Velcro or reusable cable ties for far neater and safer purposes.

Step 3: Store Your Cables in a Cool, Dry Place

You probably know this one, but in case you've forgotten—it is best to store the cables in a cool,dry place. High heat or moisture degrades the rubber insulation on your cables, which can create cracks or electrical issues. Thus, you want to avoid storing them in your garage or basement if they're prone to collecting humidity. Climate control it is. Storage Options:

Storage Options:

Cable bags or cases: There are special bags and cases for putting cables. They have separate compartments to avoid tangling and keep things tidy.

Hooks or racks: Hanging your cables on the wall is a fine alternative if you have room for it. Just be sure that they're not too heavy so they might not put pressure on the connectors.

Drawers or bins: You may use bins or drawers to store coiled cables, but just make sure that you carefully place them so they don't get all knotted up in each other once more .

Fun Fact: Most musicians and sound engineers like to label their system. Now, when it comes to colored ties or labels, this just helps you know which is which, so when you're on the fly and need it, it's just quicker to find.

Step 4: Keep the Connectors Clean

Of course, you do forget that even your cable connectors need a little TLC sometimes. You start noticing that after months or years, dust and grime will start accumulating and make it get poor qualities in sounds and something will be intermittence. You use a little rubbing alcohol on a microfiber cloth and just wipe the connectors with it. Voila! Clean connections = better sound.

Quick Tip: Don't clean your connectors with water or any other chemical; it might corrode the connectors. For complete effects, use isopropyl alcohol.

Step 5: Check for Damage Regularly

Check cables periodically. If you notice some fraying insulation, exposed wire, or bent connector, take a look at that first. Early detection will avoid major issues from happening sometime down the road. If you see bigger issues, just change out the cable before it totally fails on you during performance or session.

What to Watch For:

Cracks or splits in the outer jacket

Bent or loose connectors

Exposed wiring (this one’s a big no-no)

Why Investing in Good Storage Matters

If you're thinking, "Is all this effort really worth it?" let me assure you-yes, absolutely. Good cable storage isn't just about keeping things neat and tidy (though that's a big plus). Properly storing your cables will:

Save you money by extending their lifespan.

Improve sound quality because your cables won't be damaged or broken.

It will make the setup and breakdown faster because it won't take any of your time in untangling the wires.

At the end of the day, it's a matter of respect for your equipment. Audio cables are really the silent workhorses behind your setup. They don't get nearly as much attention as your mixer or your speakers, but without them, none of that works. Taking the time to store your cables properly will ensure that they're ready to go for any moment: DJing a party, recording a podcast, or performing live.

Closing Thoughts

Think of your cables as your phone charger: know how mad you get when the frayed tip suddenly stops working? Same thing with cables. Treat them right, store them right, and they'll last you much longer than if you just bung them in a drawer. And you won't have that moment where you really need that cable NOW, but it's hopelessly tangled - we've all been there.Oh yeah, keeping your cables tidy probably isn't the glamorous part of audio work, but it's definitely one of the most important. Just keep them clean, coiled and out of harm's way, and you'll be all set for your next big gig or recording session. Most importantly always prefer professional audio shops like VIP PRO AUDIO for quality cables and best suited as per your requirement.

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