#I'LL FIND YOU CER.

[fluffm4fia]

Collect my pages.

holy shit slenderman, go after cer for LEAKING MY SECRETS.

[l0uterstella]

EVER RED: THE THEORY (MASTERPOST)

This is a post compiling all the theories surrounding Ever Red from the Fragaria discord server

Last updated: Dec 2 2023

AMNESIA THEORY, THE TIMELINES

Fragaria's story is confirmed to be separated into two: The MVs and the voice dramas. This could imply two separate timelines. The 1st timeline is “ruined”, and the 2nd timeline (possibly the one for the MVs) acts as the present. In the Ever Red MV, there are lyrics highlighted in red, most of them pointing to them forgetting something.

This theory is unrelated from Ever Red, but the main point of the amnesia theory is that the knights don't remember their "original" selves, their current names and forms being a show of their connections to their lords (hence why Hangyon's name is only 2 letters off from Hangyodon for example).

These lyrics also point to something being forgotten (strawberry/fruit representing memories. Sweet and sour memories, a memory that ripens/develos as it is repressed)

But forgetting their old identities also means forgetting past events.

RIBBONS

The ribbons represent the pains of the past. In this part, Hallritt sings "Once the ribbon is tied, the knot marks are still there." Once pain is inflicted, the wounds and memories are still there.

The ribbon now ties everyone close to each other. The Red Bouquet will be there for Hallritt to help process his past, and make things right again (see next header).

I just want you to laugh, that's all I wish for Even if our memories are mismatched

Hallritt is now being covered by the ribbon, except for his eyes. He must face the truth of what he did.

HIDDEN AUDIO, "ELDRITCH HALLRITT"

Refer to this post to listen to the hidden audio.  "Move. That dream… It was my fault." It was Hallritt's fault for the destruction of the 1st timeline. Around 3 minutes into the MV, there is a quick frame of this shadow version of Hallritt which me and the discord have named Eldritch Hallritt/Eldritt.

(isn't he so silly <3)

He was the "original" Hallritt from the 1st timeline, and a manifestation of the current Hallritt’s true feelings and repressed memories. He knows everything. He was the one who destroyed the 1st timeline, and is here to make sure the Hallritt of the current timeline doesn’t mess up.

But what was Hallritt's mistake in the first place?

SEEDS

SEEDS are the antagonists of Fragaria's story. They could be the original knights, as seeds come first before flowers/bouquets. One day, they took things too far, leading them to be banished and replaced by the Fragarians.

They might have once tricked Eldritt/The "original Hallritt" into joining them, which led to him ruining his contract with Hello Kitty, destroying the 1st timeline. Eldritt then reset the timeline into the current one, and is watching over the current Hallritt to not make the same mistake he did.

BONUS/MINI THEORIES

My friend Angel pointed out that "Fragaria Memories" sounds similar to "Fragmented Memories"

System Hallritt - Eldritt is an alter for Hallritt (+ is a protector or a gatekeeper) who wanted to prevent him from finding out the truth, but they can't run from it forever.

Bouquet leader doomed yaoi (I don't have a better name for this) - If Cielomort and Badobarm find out about Hallritt's secret, they could get angry and not trust him anymore. If this happens, the conflict could grow, repeating what happened in the 1st timeline that led to its destruction.

Hangyon and Chaco know - These two are suspicious. For Chaco, his title is "The detour dog with a hidden motive." The hidden motive could maybe have something to do with SEEDs. For Hangyon, if he knows what happened in the 1st timeline, that could be why he's close with Badobarm specifically. He watches him for any signs of the past repeating itself.

In a world that continues to change Only time will never come back Yet no one can take away our memories (EVER RED) I'll never forget them for eternity Living in memory No one can see it, but it'll never disappear Ever certain, ever red

[the-froschamethyst4]

Dad’s Best Friend

➤Day 9

𖤐 Pairing: Soap x F! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, age gap, language, P in V, eating out, dad's best friend, kissing, making out,

𖤐 AN: I would like to say this kind of clashes with hes-just-a-bit-older it's kind of the aftermath after Price finds out about Y/n and Soap's little incident.

𖤐 Summaries: The day Soap and Y/n had fucked, Soap and Y/n's relationship grew, and Price was definitely weary of the relationship. Price of course doesn't want his daughter hurt and he doesn't know how he feels seeing his best friend kiss his daughter every now and then.

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A Couple Years Later

Soap and Price were watching at football game (soccer for the American) Soap's team was winning and Price every time Soap's team would score Price would sink down into the couch as Soap would cheer.

Y/n was in her bedroom talking to her best friend. She would roll her eyes when she heard Soap cheer and Price groan. She's glad they're having fun and all, but she sometimes wishes they'd be quiet, so she could hear her best friend.

Her best friend wanted to go shopping and do a girl's day out and maybe go to a bar afterwards to have fun.

"I mean, I'll get ready, but we'll see on the bar, I'm not big on bars."

"Yeah, I understand, we don't have to go," her best friend Aria said.

"Yeah, I'll get ready and let you know." Y/n said as she hung up her phone and opened her closet pulling out an oversized t-shirt that was actually Price's old Military shirt that had 'Capt. J. Price' on the back and 'Task Force 141' on the front. It was worn out, the Task Force and Capt. J. Price where slightly creaking, and the J was fading. Luckily no holes or stains on it.

She then grabbed some black sweatpants because it was going to get cold when the sun will go down. She grabbed shoes, her wallet and texted Aria that she was ready.

She goes downstairs and sat on the love seat putting on her shoes. Price and Soap looked at Y/n getting ready to go somewhere.

"Where are you going?" Price asked.

"Aria, wants to do a girls day out, so I'll be gone for a while."

"How long is a while?" Price questioned his daughter.

"I don't know, what it's 12:30....maybe 5:00? I'm not sure," she said, putting her shoes on and kissing Price's cheek and going to Soap with a smile and kissed his lips.

Soap placed his hand on her lower back deepening the kiss.

"Okay, that's enough. It's already weird for me, seeing my best friend kissing my only daughter," Price said as Y/n pulled away with a red face and Soap just smirked.

Soap and Price are still close best friends, inviting each other to parties and anywhere to hang out like bars to talk and come over to each other's houses to watch a football match. Even though it's been 2 years of them being together, Price still finds it a bit weird that his best friend who's almost 40 years old, and his daughter is only in her late 20's and doing college work online.

Price allowed it because Y/n and Soap are happy together and he doesn't see anything wrong with it as long as his daughter isn't hurt by Soap, if Soap did hurt Y/n, Soap would be 6 feet under, and his tombstone would be saying 'died by strangulation, stabbing, shot, drowning, and fell off a cliff.'

"I'll be back," she said, walking out the door and going to Aria's car and they drove to the mall.

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6:00PM

Y/n had walked through the front door of her home, arms full of bags and her left hand held her phone and her right hand held a Starbucks drink.

They didn't have time to go to a bar or anything.

"I'M HOME!" Y/n shouted.

"He's not home." Soap said, coming around the corner of the kitchen holding a bowl of cereal.

"Where is he?" She asks, placing her bags down on the ground, and her drinks and phone on the counter.

"His work called him asking him to come in...he asked me to stay here till you got home to make sure everything's okay..." he said as he brought the spoon to his mouth and started to eat the cereal.

"I thought you wouldn't like fruit loops," she giggles at him, eating the cereal.

"Nah, it's good, just haven't had cereal in a while," he said. Y/n smiles at him and walks towards him. He placed the bowl down on the counter and held his little girlfriend's face and kissed her lips.

He pushed his tongue inside of her mouth. She slightly moans into the kiss, as his hands were placed on her hips, and he picks her up setting her on the counter. His hands went up her shirt and tossing it on the floor, he put his hand behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders.

he grabbed the bra and tossed it on the shirt, his head goes down to her chest sucking on her breasts and squeezing her on breast as well. She moans and tangles her fingers into his hair.

His hands went to her sweatpants and pulled them off her lower half just leaving her in a cute black thong. He's never seen her in a thong before. Her hips just protruding from the small thin straps made him fucking melt. The small triangle just barely covering her clit and nothing covering her ass.

"Holy shit," he said with a red face.

"What? You don't like it?" She said, bring her leg up to cover herself but Soap stopped her.

"No, no, I love it. I fucking love it...you look so sexy with this on," he grabbed the thin straps hugging her sides and let them smack against her skin earning a soft moan from her.

"I don't even want to take these off of you. I want to see you just walk around in them...I want to fuck you in them..." he said, kissing her neck as his hands just rested on her hips.

"S-Soap..." she moans.

He pulls her off the counter till her feet touched the ground, Soap turned her around and pushed her over the counter, seeing her ass and giving her a hard smack leaving a red handprint on her ass.

"God," he leans over her shoulder pushing his clothed crotch against her ass and she could feel his bulge in his pants. She smirks and rubs her ass against him.

Soap looks around remembering the cameras in the house Price put up. He could see one in the corner of the kitchen looking right at them. He stops and moves away from her.

"Why are you teasing me?" She whines.

"I don't want the cameras to see us, and Price gets mad that we're fucking on the kitchen counter."

"Okay, follow me, I know where we can go..." she said as she stood up grabbing Soap's hand and bring him to the bathroom, there was no camera in the hallway where the bathroom was.

Soap looked down staring at her bare ass in the thong.

"Why does he have cameras everywhere?" Soap asked.

"We had a break in when I was 15 and...I was home alone while he was out..."

"Oh wait...your-"

"Mom...yeah...when I was 15 and the break in happened, and I was home alone my mom came home and the robber...shot her....this is when my dad started to come home a little more and then he decided to put cameras in the house so I could feel safe."

Soap felt bad that he asked.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be, it's okay..." she shut the door behind them and placed her arms on his shoulders. "I know this is kind of weird to do it in the bathroom but it's the only place that doesn't have a camera in the room or in the hallway." She said.

"I understand." He smiles down at her. His hands went to her waist and smirked and leaned down kissing her lips.

Y/n's hands went down his chest to his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulled them down and she pulled his hardened cock out.

He smirked into the kiss and started pull her thong off her lower half pulling them down and tossed them somewhere in the bathroom.

He puts her on the sink counter, and she put her feet on the sink giving him a perfect view of her slick coated pussy. He smirks and starts pumping himself viewing at her. He smacks his cock on her lower half.

She moans as he then pushes himself inside of her. She moans and falls on her back, Soap traps her between himself and counter. He starts to go easy till she gave him a look to speed up and go a little harder, which he did.

She moans and brings her head back hitting against the marble counter. Her hands held her legs, but her arms were getting tired, Soap grabbed her legs placing them on his shoulders.

Her hands kneaded her breasts as she moans and brought her hands under his shirt pulling it off his head and she tossed it on the bathroom floor. Soap was getting the rest of his clothes off as he still was thrusting into her.

"H-Holy f-fuck," he moans. He looks down at her seeing her stomach bulging with his dick inside of her. He smirks and leans down kissing her lips pushing his tongue inside of her mouth.

She moans when his tip just barely hits her g-spot. She moved her mouth, and his lips attacked her neck leaving hickies all over her neck and collarbone.

"Ahh~" She moans when she felt herself cum on his dick. He smirks and keeps going till he came inside of her.

He pulls out of her and goes down on her, licking between her folds getting cum on his tongue and swallowing it. Y/n moans feeling his tongue go inside of her as well. She grabs a handful of his hair making him go a little faster with his tongue.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/n? Are you in there?" Price was on the other side of the bathroom door. She looked down at Soap who kept going but she doesn't know if she could keep quiet.

"Y-Yes!"

"Everything okay?" Price asks.

"Y-Yeah, I'm just not f-feeling well," she moans but tried to keep quiet as Soap just keeps going.

"Oh okay....hey Soap." Soap stopped and looked up at Y/n knowing they were caught.

"Fuck," Soap whispers. "Hey, Price..." he says.

"What's going on?" Price asked.

"Nothing much."

"C-Could we not h-have a con-verstaion bet-between t-the door, p-please." Y/n asks.

"Fine...I just came back for my wallet," Price said.

They heard the front door shut letting them know, Price was gone.

"Did that turn you off?" Y/n asked, Soap.

"No, don't worry about me, did you get turned off?"

"A little."

"Why don't I fix that?" Soap went back to licking between her wet folds. She moaned and grabbed a handful of his hair once again, her thighs squeezed around his head.

"Oh baby," he moans as he looked up at her and she felt herself cum again and Soap licked her clean again.

"S-Soap," she moans.

He smirks and stands up hovering over her and kissing her thighs and biting them as well.

"God...you look so fucking sexy," he said as he grabbed his clothes, and she grabbed a towel to go get her clothes from the kitchen. Soap looked down seeing her black thong on the ground and stuffed them into his pocket.

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Y/n was getting ready for bed wearing a shirt that was Soap's and laid on her back looking at her phone, she was looking at TikTok before getting a text from Soap.

Soap: *I have something of yours*

Y/n: *Oh? And what is that?*

Soap: *Sent 2 photos*

Soap had sent two photos of Soap holding her black thong. He had the thong resting on his hardened dick and she could see some white liquid on the black thong.

Y/n: *Is that your cum?*

Soap: *DUH!*

She looked at the other one and saw him holding it in his mouth, he was shirtless meaning...he jerked off on her thong.

Y/n: *SOAP THOSE WERE NEW!*

Soap: *Oh, I know, love, but goddamn all I could think about was you in this thong, looking absolutely sexy*

She rolls her eyes and thought she should send some back. One of her showing off her butt in another pair of underwear in Soap's shirt.

Another where she stood in front of her full body mirror lifting the shirt exposing her panties and her hips being tightening by the panties.

Another one with the shirt off and panties off.

Soap: *GODDAMN! New photos to jerk off to*

Y/n could feel his smirk from a far away and could feel him already jerking off. She placed her phone down getting her clothes back on and laid on her bed.

[inky-fwog]

WIP GAME from @cer-rata

1. Write the filenames for some of your WIPs with a little summary

2. You guys send an ask about one and I post a little snippet or something

3. I have to write a but for that wip :o

WIPs

1. NLWYG Chapter next - the next chapter of my Peter Parker in Gotham fic. Peter is Dick's kid and he's having a rough time.

2. Captain Marvel, a necromancer? More likely than you'd think. - Part two sorta to a one-shot I did where the league accidently meets Billy at the rock. In this AU Marvel and Billy are somewhat separate entities and when Marvel is transformed, Billy's body goes to the rock to heal while his consciousness chills in marvels body. When they're at the rock together they can be in their own bodies. In part two the league are desperately trynna find out why there was a seemingly dead child who sorta looked like Marvel there.

3. Under the weather, over this bullshit. - Billy is sick and usually that's fine, he'd chill at the rock and not do anything. Unfortunately he had a meeting scheduled and he refused to cancel. Despite feeling awful, cue Captain Marvel, the living lightning, the earth's mightiest mortal, having to sit through a meeting with a cold for the first time ever.

4. Yeah I can help - Based on a prompt fill thar I'll try to find where the league needs a kid to go undercover to sort something out in a juvenile detention centre and Marvel conveniently has a smaller power saving form!

5. He has emotions womp womp - Billy sees something bad on patrol and breaks down after a meeting at the watchtower, everyone is lost and confused as to why he's like this, that's not even the worst thing he's seen?

+1. You're not going (anywhere) - happy ending of my series 'Because you're going...'

I have so many Billy WIPs but I've had no motivation to write outside 'Not looking where you're going', which sucks. Maybe I'll get into it again with this :)

[bellaxgiornata]

You've Been Gone So Long, Baby (Chapter Four)《Completed Series》

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt had never let anyone so deep into his life until you. But when everything was going so perfectly, when he didn't think he could possibly be happier, he loses everything he loves in a single second–and he's absolutely powerless to fix it.

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains heavy angst & delayed comfort until the end

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n: Another angsty chapter with no comfort. You can find the chapter list for this series here. Enjoy!

Year 3

"Hey Matty, I'm running a bit late. You remember how I said I was craving pasta?"

Matt was sitting at his desk a couple of hours past the time he usually left the office, braille papers spread across the surface for a case he'd been working overtime on with Foggy. He was rolling his sleeves up to his elbows as he heard your adorable laugh through his phone, a small smile slipping onto his face at the sound of it. 

"Funny story actually. I was leaving work and I passed that diner again and don't hate me, but I needed the bacon cheeseburger. I know, I know. 'You’re eating another bacon cheeseburger again,  baby?' you ask. Yes, Matty, my love. It’s called being pregnant. But don’t worry, I grabbed you that chicken caesar wrap you like there this time!"

He smiled wider at the sound of your voice trying to pacify him in the message. It was the third time that week you'd grabbed dinner for the both of you at that diner because neither of you had had time to cook. Work had been keeping both of you busy that week and you had offered to pick something up whenever you had gotten out of the office knowing how much he had been stressed that week. 

"Blame your daughter. She clearly has a thing for bacon cheeseburgers. …and cheesecake. I may have grabbed cheesecake…"

A faint chuckle left him. You'd surprisingly shared the cheesecake with him that night. 

"Okay, well I'm on my way back–oh, sorry!–and I should be home just after you get back. So I'll see you in a little bit my wonderful, handsome, overworked husband who is totally okay with another dinner from Graham's Diner again! I love you, Matty!"

The automated voice of Matt's voicemail came on next, reading out the timestamp of the next saved message on his phone. A faint smile still lingered across his mouth as he rested his elbows on his desk, his focus no longer on his work.

"Mr. Ellsworth!"

Matt laughed lightly at the sound of your over-excited voice once again coming through the speaker of his phone. 

"Oh my God that was bothering me all day! The professor I was telling you about last night, his name was Mr. Ellsworth. I swear that man spent a few three hour lectures talking about just a single word from a sentence out of an entire book. I swear the guy next to me got a good nap in once every week just because of that class. Okay, anyway, not the reason I called."

Leaning further forward on his desk, Matt rested his chin in his hands. He closed his eyes and listened to your animated voice as you spoke. You always had been so lively, certainly a presence one could hardly ignore. And if he focused hard enough, sometimes he could listen to your old messages and trick himself into thinking he would come home from work to find you there, listening to something on the television while you finished making dinner. Maybe with a glass of orange juice for yourself–a craving you’d often had–and a beer ready for him. And then, after he had changed in the bedroom, he'd come out and wrap you in a hug, his hands cradling your baby bump as you made this sweet contented noise low in your throat, too quiet for anyone else to hear but him. And then you would turn in his arms and pull him into a kiss before asking how his day was. The two of you would enjoy dinner together before he would clean up while you rested your sore feet on the couch. Usually sex followed shortly after–pregnancy had made you quite insatiable in the bedroom, a perk Matt had certainly enjoyed.

"So I just stopped by to see Maggie on my way home. I wanted to have her over Friday night, remember? She said she’s looking forward to it and that you have the world’s greatest wife, but I’m guessing you already knew that.”

His smile widened, an ear turning closer to the speaker on his phone. Yes, he certainly had already known that.

“So don’t make Friday night Josie plans with Fog and everyone this week, okay? Just wanted to let you know! And also–” your voice dropped into something low and sultry, the tone of it raising the hair along Matt’s forearms even now, “–there’s an appetizer waiting for you in the bedroom when you get home. Hint: it’s me. See you real soon, Matty.”

Swallowing hard, he heard the automated voice once again abruptly cut through his office, the sound breaking through his efforts to pretend you were still here. It began reading off the next timestamp of the following saved message, Matt’s eyes opening as he frowned. If only he had more than your voice.

“Rise and shine sleepy Devil of mine! I ran out to grab coffee and pastries because you looked like you could use some cheering up after the night out you had last night. And apparently I was right, because somehow I managed to slip out of bed without waking you. Which is…honestly impressive. I’m impressed with myself. I’ve never managed that before. But I’ll be back soon–”

Three hesitant knocks came on Matt’s door and he jumped in his desk chair, realizing quickly that Foggy was now standing just inside his office. Matt reached out and picked up his phone, immediately saving the message before shifting his focus to Foggy who was tentatively making his way over to Matt’s desk.

“Hey, just checking in, man,” Foggy said. “It’s starting to get late so I was going to call it a night. Maybe you should, too.”

“Uh, yeah, I’ll just uh, gather my things,” Matt replied, forcing a smile onto his face. When Foggy didn’t move, he quickly added on, “You don’t have to wait for me, Fog. We both know I’ll get home safe.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Foggy said.

Matt began gathering up the scattered papers, but he was aware of the fact that Foggy was still standing there, adjusting the strap of his briefcase on his shoulder. Straightening the stack of papers he’d collected, he focused back on Foggy, raising his brows.

“Something else?” he asked.

“You were listening to her voicemails again,” Foggy pointed out.

Matt’s dark brows drew together, his hands gripping the stack of paper tighter. “Yes,” he answered.

“Don’t you think maybe you��shouldn’t?” Foggy asked him nervously.

Matt’s head tilted to the side, his senses scrutinizing his friend. He could hear the sudden uptick in Foggy’s heart, the increase in his body temperature, and he noted the way Foggy was now drumming his fingers nervously along the leather strap of his briefcase.

“Why?” Matt asked stiffly. “It’s all I really have left of her.”

“It’s just–it’s been almost three years, Matt,” Foggy said slowly. “Don’t you think maybe you should try to move forward? Try to date again?”

Slowly, Matt lowered the stack of papers back down to his desk. “She was my wife, Foggy. She still is,” he told him, a bitter edge to his words.

“But don’t you want to be happy again, man?” Foggy pressed, taking another step closer to his desk. “I mean, Matt, you’re like a shell of yourself. Ever since she disappeared. And I know I can’t possibly understand how you’re feeling and what you’re going through, but you’re just sitting and soaking in that pain and misery, man. Just marinating in it. Still listening to her old messages just to hear her voice. When are you going to try to live your life again? How long are you going to wait for her?”

Matt’s tongue slipped out between his lips, his focus shifting down towards his desk. Something sharp twisted in his chest at his best friend’s words. He knew he’d been tormenting himself over the past few years, still clinging to your small presence in his life in whatever way he could. Your clothes were still in his closet and taking up the left side of his dresser. That storage bin of baby items was still shoved in the left hand corner of his closet just underneath your blouses and skirts. He still bought your favorite coffee just so his apartment smelled like it always used to in the mornings whenever he brewed it now. And yes, he still listened to the six voicemails on his phone that he had of you. He wished he had more.

“I don’t know,” Matt whispered, the familiar threat of tears stinging at his eyes. “I don’t know, Foggy.”

“It’s not healthy, Matt,” Foggy said gently. “What you’re doing to yourself, it’s not healthy. You need to grieve and move forward. Move on with your life.”

“I–I don’t know if I can,” he confessed. 

“You’ve never tried,” Foggy pointed out. “Maybe you should.”

Matt could feel his lips beginning to tremble at the thought of moving on. Of putting both of you in his past. Just like so many others before you he’d had to grieve the loss of, now he was supposed to grieve for both of you? Accept that you were…really gone? Never coming back?

“I don’t mean you need to go on a date this week or even this month,” Foggy continued carefully. “I know you’re not quite there yet. But maybe you should try to stop listening to her messages? Maybe…get rid of the television you bought only for her? Take down the wedding photos? Because even if you can’t see them, I know you know they’re there. At least put them in a drawer or your closet.”

Matt exhaled a trembling breath, his mouth feeling like it was going dry. Was it really time for him to try to move forward? Or at least consider the idea of it? The thought of that had a sick feeling rolling in his gut.

“Matt?” Foggy asked hesitantly. “You alright?”

He cleared his throat a couple of times, his hand reaching out and finding his glasses on his desk. “Yeah, Fog, I’m fine,” he said, pulling the glasses on. “I’ll uh, I’ll give it some thought.”

“Alright, buddy,” Foggy replied, taking a step back. “I’m going to get back before Marci wonders what’s taking so long. Make sure you get some rest, we have that meeting at eight sharp tomorrow morning, okay?”

Matt gave a stiff nod, a tight smile sliding across his face. As he listened to Foggy turn to leave, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had a point. It wasn’t healthy what he was doing to himself day after day, year after year. Maybe he did need to consider moving forward. But even just the thought of that had a few tears trailing down his cheeks.

[fancyfade]

7, 40 and 37 for the comic ask game!

7 i already answered who my favorite canon writer is....so I'll go fandom even tho it's hard :P

fandom is hard b/c i haven't read a ton of fanfic. I do really enjoy @cer-rata's stories so far! I think ATM Cerata is my fave. I liked your taxonomy chapter, but hard to judge based on faves without reading more of your stuff yet.

40 What’s a comic that’s so bad you ended up finding it funny?

Rise of Arsenal B) peak comedy terribleness.

37 Any characters you used to dislike but now you like? What changed your mind?

I used to dislike Hawkman b/c I saw him in the boring DCAU adaptation where he was also inexplicably stalker-y? But now he's enjoyable.

Reading the comics made me change my mind :P credit to my twin sibling who is very invested in the comics and got me to read them

ty for asks! asks from here (link)

[hunterwritesstuff]

Pre-fall, cuz I’m assuming he’s had a thing for he a bff since then?

Sweet! Thank you! Hope ya enjoy! Hopefully it's long enough! I'm not exactly the best with writing fight scenes lol Under the cut, warning for blood, violence, and yk. Hex having a rough time. <3

"End of line, First Man."

Adam coughed as he made contact with the cold, almost glassy floor. They'd been at this for a while. Adam and Hex would never get along well(Adam was from Heaven, after all.) and that escalated into a full-on fight.

Adam coughed up a small puddle of Ichor. Shit. "Alright, man. You can cut this shit out." Adam coughed.

"Like Hell I will." Hex said, throwing another punch, sending Adam crashing to the ground again. "You're cancerous, y'know. You corrupt all that you touch. You're like a virus in a computer." He said, kicking Adam while he was down on the ground.

"Cut it out!!" Adam growled, shoving him away with his wing. "I AM ADAM!! FIRST MAN!! YOU WILL RESPECT ME!!" Adam snapped.

"Respect?" Hex asked almost...dazily. As though he was in a trance.

"YEAH, BITCH!!! I'M FUCKING ADAM!!" Adam shouted, taking another hit.

"Don't talk to me about respect." Hex said blankly, landing another hit, drawing his Angelic-Disc with his other hand.

"UGH!!" Adam grimaced. "TRY HARDER, YOU LITTLE BI-"

SHATTER. Adam's eyes widened as his mask shattered and broke away, the Angelic-Disc held mere inches away from his face.

"Do-on't t-alk to m-e about-t respe-ct. You d-on't kn-o-ow a THI-ING about resp-ect." Hex's voice glitched, filled to the brim with anger.

Adam panted heavily, the length of the battle taking its toll on him. "I...don't have to...respect you....sinner." He growled. Adam cried out in pain as the Angelic-Disc wedged into his arm.

"Yo-u're an u-ugly ma-an. Hate is the ma-arrow in your b-ones. Disd-ain is pro-ogrammed into-o yo-ur b-eing. Y-ou're a h-ateful-ateful man-n. A can-cer. Y-ou do-'nt de-serve my be-st friend. Y-ou dese-rve r-ot." Hex hissed.

"I'll...get with her...one way...or another..." Adam snarled.

"...s-uch pretty w-ings...." Hex chuckled. Hex pulled the disc out of Adam's shoulder. "Y-ou w-on't mind m-e r-oughing th-em up a b-it, w-ill y-ou?"

Hex didn't wait for a response, slashing at Adam's wings a few times, not enough to be irreparable, but enough to be painful. "Th-ere." Hex sighed.

"You're...a piece of shit..." Adam growls.

"A-lready kn-ew that." Hex laughed.

"You're...a stupid...loner..."

Hex's lights on his suit turned a bright red, reacting, in a snappy manner, landing a potentially killing blow.

"SIR!!!!" Hex's head snapped open, finding Adam's Lieutenant making her way down.

Hex growled, pulling out his light cycle, riding away, leaving Adam behind.

[mask131]

Weird Winds: A map of French winds

If you do not know, France doesn't just have one or two or four winds. When you look at the winds of France, you won't just find your typical cardinal division East/West/North/South. Oh no! You will get tons and tons of winds, with all sorts of bizarre names. Each region has its own set of winds, with its own names, meteorological effects, and cultural associations. The result is that people can write entire books about the French winds just by listing them all.

I just found a little website that can serve as a good introduction to the winds of France. It is a website dedicated to learning French when you're a foreigner, and it has one tiny page about the winds of France. It notably offers this simplified map selecting fifteen winds:

Here is the list of the winds, corresponding to the numbers on the map.

Le suroît. A South wind of the Bretagne region, hot and humid.

Le nordet. A Bretagne North wind, that makes the air colder and causes downpours.

La bise. A dry and cold North wind.

La bise. (Yes, they put it twice)

Baslerwind, an Eastern wind of Alsace.

La lombarde. A dry and violent winds of the Alps and the Savoie region.

La tramontane. A violent wind of the Languedoc and the Roussillon.

Le levant. The gentle and humid East wind.

Le ponant. The (usually) soft, Mediterranean West wind.

Le sirocco. The hot wind that carries into France the Sahara sands.

Le cers. The West wind of the Roussillon region, known to scatter clouds away and bring a sunny weather. The cers is considered a componants of the tramontane.

L'autan. An often strong sea wind, that blows in the opposite direction of the tramontane in the Toulouse region and the Tarn. It can be gentler or colder depending on the places.

La tramontane. A cold and strong wind that blows in the Languedoc-Roussillon. It is also the North wind of Provence.

La galerne. A local wind of the Pays Basque, which blows by "hits" (in an irregular way). Through strong gusts, it lowers the temperature and brings rain.

Le mistral. A typical wind of Provence, which also blows in the Var region and in Corsica. It is known to usually blow several days in a row.

The website also had links to other pages that explained in greater details a handful of those winds. I'll put the explanations below:

A) Le Ponant. When it comes to regional Mediterranean winds, le Mistral or la Tramontane usually come to mind - but people tend to forget le Ponant, whose name indicates its position as the West wind. "Ponant" itself is a Latin-inherited term designating the place where the sun sets (opposing the "levant", where the sun rises), and thus in terms of winds, le ponant wind is the west wind, opposed to the Levant wind, the east wind. However, originally, the sailors used "ponant" and "levant" merely as cardinal directions (West/East), and by extension to designate the two bodies of water they travelled across: the Ponant was the Atlantic Ocean, the Levant the Mediterranean Sea. As such, the French sailors called the "Ponant ports" towns such as Brest or La Rochelle, and "Levant ports" Marseille or Sète. It was only afterward that the two terms came to designate the East and West winds.

The Ponant is a western wind with southern components. It is usually soft and gentle, especially when it blows from the south-west, even though it can be strong on the Balearic area. While it blows all year long, it is most present during spring and autumn.

B) Autan. The autan wind is known for its violence by the inhabitants of the Tarn and Toulouse regions. It is even often called "the mad wind" or the "insane wind". The Autan is one of the three local winds of the Occitanie region, alongside the Tramontane and the Marin. While it is mostly focused on Tarn and Toulouse, it can sometimes touch Quercy and Rouerge. The autan is actually the prolongation of the sea-wind blowing on the coasts of the Languedoc-Roussillon. The "triangle" between which the Autan is the most common is formed by Toulouse, Castelnaudary and Castres. It forms the opposite of the tramontane, which comes from the Mediterranean sea. The autan wind can go from 10 km per hour to 90 km per hour in the span of just two hours, and it can come back several times throughout the year.

Legend claims that the autan wind drives people mad - the superstition seems to come from the fact that the autan wind is very local, meaning in a precise area it can blow very strongly, while it is still and peaceful right next door. This is because the Autan is created by the presence of the Pyrénées, the wind being "channeled" by a series of valleys (the Agout valley, the Tarn valley, the Lauragais-Garonne). When the wind arrives from the Mediterranean sea, it is very humid, but by the foehn effect it dries up by going over the Corbières and the Black mountain - and it is only once the wind is dried up that it becomes the "autan". There are actually two types of autan according to local beliefs, the "white" autan and the "black" autan. [Note: the website unfortunately does not give the exact difference between the two]

C) Le Cers. "Le cers" is actually one of the oldest, if not THE oldest wind-name in the French language. Blowing from west to east, this wind regulates and rules the weather of the Languedoc-Roussillon region - more precisely of its western half. This wind, that removes the rain and scatters the clouds, blowing on all season, usually three days by four, is what gives to the region is very sunny and shining weather, and it is thus considered a "healthy" wind. You can even see how the Cers sculpted the region: the trees of the area are all leaning to the east! And the old houses of the area all are turned with their back towards the cers, to prevent heating problems. All the gardens, great openings, pools, terraces and other things of the sort are placed east. The cers is not a mountain wind, but a plain wind, that passes between the Massif central and the Pyrénées, through Naurouze. On the Golfe du Lion, there is absolutely no north wind - only the cers that blows from inside the lands. On the heights of Saint-Cyr, near the towns of Ouveillan and Sallèles-d'Aude, you can find a former Roman temple that was built to the god Circius - aka, the Latin embodiment of the cers wind... And this temple seems to be located precisely at the center of what is known as the sunniest area of all France.

D) La galerne is a well known phenomenon of the Pays Basque region, called "enbata" by the locals, and the terror of the sailors. A "coup de galerne" (a galerne hit) is a brief and local phenomenon of the Pays Basque coasts, which sometimes extends itself to the south of the Garonne region. You recognize a galerne by the sudden degradation of the atmospheric conditions, and a brutal drop in temperature. The wind suddenly blows from the north-west, and it can blow really hard, up to a 100 km per hour and above. All of this is usually happening alongside a gathering of clouds, and outbursts of rain. The galerne can hit all year long, but is most frequent between spring and summer, usually between April and September.

The galerne starts out as a little movement of cold air coming from the Golfe de Cascogne. This movement of the air, carried on by winds, becomes stronger thanks to the mountains that cover the Spanish coasts (the Cantabrique mounts). These mountains force the wind to go towards the Pays Basque, while strengthening it - without these mountains, there wouldn't be any galerne. Since this air comes from the sea, it is colder than the local Basque air, which comes from inland. This is what causes the brutal drop in temperatures - and of course, the humidity of the galerne is also because it is carried from the sea.

[this-is-krikkit]

Hey Krikkit 😉

For the Ship Ask Game, I'd like to know your thoughts about Benslie (Parks & Recreation) & Braime (Game of Thrones) !

[obviously Benslie = modern au Levihan, amirite ?]

Kith 😘

hey again Val! sorry this toook a little longer than planned

i love those guys and of course i can see the levihan in benslie... but now that you've mentioned braime, i can kinda see a version of levihan in braime... um. i'll have to think about this 👀👀

BENSLIE - SHIP IT!

What made you ship it?

obviously the enemies to lovers trope, but i also really liked the forbidden love trope they went through with the whole Chris rule thing.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

they love and like each other!!! it's not exactly a friends to lovers ship, at least not a long friendship before they started dating, but they really and truly enjoy each other's company so much, and on top of that they're in love... if that ain't goal then what is?? they communicate well, they understand each other's passions even though they don't share all of them (lil sebastian and star trek come to mind on either side) and they're equals, which is not something that's often seen in het ships. i adore them.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

i feel like i never know how to define it as popular or not, because i don't really care about whether or not other fans agree with me (we're all allowed to have headcanons and it's okay if they don't match perfectly). but one thing i wish we'd seen more is the triplets!! as much as i enjoyed the least season, the time gap before it made me miss the domestic!benslie family. i cherish that deleted triplets dinner scene to this day 🙌🏻

BRAIME 💙🦁 - I SHIP IT!!!!! OFC I SHIP IT!!!

btw i'm so glad we share yet another ship, and should not have been surprised by your once more impeccable taste!!

What made you ship it?

the fact that Jaime's the prettiest dude in the land and Brienne the ugliest lady, and still he quickly goes from teasing her about her appearance and gender to finding her so impressive both physically and morally that he falls for her lmao what a dumbasssss

What are your favorite things about the ship?

they made each other grow, and that's a fucking Kink™️ of mine. Brienne went from a guarded morally rigid knight to someone who's still loyal and good, but who understands better how the world isn't white and dark around her (and how that especially applies to Jaime). Jaime was always, in my opinion, a "good" person (my boi Armin would say that doesn't mean anything, but i haven't slept in a while so allow me), he just played a role he hated most of his life and Brienne helped him realize his true self could be honorable and inspiring and not unrealistic or stupid. also the bath scene and all their goodbyes they thought were the last and omfgggg THAT KNIGHTING SCENE AJZMGLKFLMMRGML

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

nope, can't think of any. i'm so glad they're both alive and well and doing so good now that Jaime's recovered fom his injuries and has found his personality back after whoever the fuck that was who took over when he joined Cer$ei 🥲 and i'm sure they have a bunch of kids he looks after while Brienne defends the realm

[leeahqueen]

The Remaining Dust Trio (CER-29)

Vera: Okay, it's your turn.

Noctis: Huh? How come it's so fast! Don't we switch it every half an hour?

Vera: Yes, once every half hour.

Noctis: Hey, okay, for the sake of this money...

No.21: Noctis will definitely spend money recklessly.

Noctis: How is it possible? I am the best at managing money!

Vera: Okay, I'll leave this money to you. You'll double it in three months.

Noctis: Ah, then if I lend it out at 70% interest...

No.21: Don't worry, I'll throw out the pile of junk that Noctis left in the preparation room and give him a good jail sentence.

Noctis: Will this be court-martialed?

No.21: Will it? It seems that it will.

Vera: Financial crimes don't seem to apply to constructs... I don't remember either, but you'll know if you try it yourself.

Vera: All in all, you don't need to worry about this reward money, just keep it to wipe your ass mess you may cause in the future.

No.21: Well... Noctis became much lighter after getting out of the car.

Noctis: Do you understand muscles? They are all muscles!

Noctis: Unlike you, just two paws are heavier than your brain.

No.21: But the claws can tear apart muscles!

Noctis: Huh? You want to pick a fight?

Vera: Oh? If you kill one and lose a pair, that's fine.

No.21: ...Well, forget it then.

Noctis: Ah, say, Captain, how far is it from the return point?

Noctis: I really don't want to push it anymore.

Vera: Let me see, there are still thirty kilometers left, and we will be there after passing this no-man's land.

Noctis: We have obviously completed our mission, why are we still so tired...

The weather was very sunny, even too sunny, and the sun shone unbridled on hundreds of kilometers of deserted gravel, meadows, and asphalt roads.

Human physiological conditions dictate that such an environment is not suitable for them to survive here, but correspondingly, this is also a paradise for certain lives.

Such as lizard, blue sheep, hares, wolves and vultures in the sky.

--And Cerberus pushing a car on an endless road.

Noctis: Is this the end?

No.21: Completed.

Noctis: This old film still looks a bit mushy.

Noctis: But I'm still pretty handsome!

No.21: Mm.

Vera: So this film... was shot along the way?

Noctis: Probably.

Noctis: Damn it, does this count as an infringement of my image rights?

Vera: I had seen him occasionally holding up a filming machine before, and it turned out that he had filmed this whole scene.

Noctis: Of, speaking of it...

Noctis: What happened to that money? That bounty?

Vera: Although the villain who repaired the car was solved by accident, the money was still gray income compared to the Sky Garden.

No.21: ...Unexpectedly, the mission objective was solved at the beginning of this mission.

Noctis: The commandant who is always sick and generous is bored enough, so he sent us to deal with a ruffian on the earth?

Noctis: We did all the dirty work.

Vera suddenly stretched out her leg and kicked Noctis.

Vera: It would be nice if I didn't confine you.

Noctis: Okay, but at least there's a bounty.

Vera: The person who pays is a scavenger who is not under the jurisdiction of the Sky Garden. Of course, you can also spend it directly. Just like what No.21 said, I wish you a good prison sentence.

No.21: I want a new audio-visual terminal.

Vera: Okay, that's okay, but before that, you have to think of some way to make the money more reasonable.

Noctis: How about investing in hand grenades for the Art Associations?

Vera: Wouldn't anyone really want to do this kind of loss-making business?

Noctis: Or maybe make some movies? Didn't 21 say there was a movie about driving a red motorcycle last time?

Noctis: I quite want to see it.

No.21: "Light"? Huzi told me that the movie was walled that.

No.21: But it is a really old movie, I don't know if I can still find it.

No.21: So I want a new audio-visual terminal, and maybe with this movie.

While talking, No.21 took out the film from the movie machine and looked at the pattern on the reel.

Noctis: Be careful, this is a movie camera borrowed from the Art Association.

Noctis: People from the Art Association said that this kind of old film was discontinued decades ago, and this kind of machine is very expensive.

I don't know where you are now, but I guess you will eventually return to the Sky Garden. So it would be better to send this movie to the Sky Garden. Although I still have to stay in this community clinic for a while, the doctor said I will be able to get out of bed soon. After all, I have business to do. I also took advantage of this time to finish editing these films. After meeting you, I started taking these pictures intermittently with my portable camera. My editing skills are terrible and my technique is terrible.

Not to mention commenting on other people's movies, the stuff I made myself is terrible. But I think the most important thing is "seeing". Just recording what happened is already a great thing. I think this is the best thank you I can give you. By the way, one more thing. The ending of the movie I talked about last time is still unfinished. The knight climbed to the top of the tower, but did not find any secret treasure. But God gave him the fire of hope and told him that one day these disasters would pass.

Golden wheat ears will once again cover the earth, and bright sunshine will light un the sky again. This is a cliched ending, but also a good ending. Maybe it's because of Zach, because of this movie, that I want to live. All in all, thank you. As for the movie in your hands, I privately named it as a souvenir. That's it for now, I'm going to keep walking and help the old guy find his daughter. Maybe one day, we can meet again in the conservation area. If you have enough wine, you can also have enough movies.

Wait, the doctor told me, why did you use the reward money to pay for my medical expenses!? Damn it, isn't this favor not over yet!?

--- Dedicated to the Cerberus Squad

<<The Remaining Dust Trio>>

"Huzi"

[THE END]

READ: CER-28 | CER-29 | AFTERWORD

[windy-trickster]

[SHERCO] -> Contact your neighbor

Sherco laid on his pile of beanbags on his stomach, swaying his legs back and forth slightly while opening up Discorpse, opening up a barely used chat between himself and one of his neighbors. -> [aerodynamicRecoil] has began messaging [doctrineTemplar] <- [AR]: 0)-> Cerrrrrrrrvinnnnn!!!! Are y0u busy? Can I talk t0 y0u? <-(0 [DT]: Somewh a t. Wh a t is it, Sherco? [AR]: 0)-> I've been meaning t0 message y0u ab0ut this scr0ll I f0und while 0ut 0n 0ne 0f my little adventures! I th0ught y0u'd like it. I have n0 idea what it says since I d0n't rec0gnize any 0f the w0rds, but I feel like s0me0ne smart like y0u c0uld translate it! <-(0 Cervin's eyebrow cocked up as he read the message. He knew about all of Sherco's adventures since he was one of the few neighbors that would actually take the time to indulge Sherco in telling his outrageous tales, even if he did find a lot of Sherco's ramblings to be annoying. It was annoying in an endearing way, like a child telling their lusus about some crazy dream they had. [DT]: So. You went somewhere a nd decided it would be a good ide a to T A KE something from th a t pl a ce? [AR]: 0)-> Well.... Yeah! Why w0uld I n0t? It's a s0uvenir basically! There's n0 sh0ps 0r anything in s0me aband0ned building I f0und while driving ar0und Alternia! <-(0 [DT]: Sherco. You went into a n a b a ndoned building, looked a round it a nd took a scroll of unknown origins B A CK to your hive. A nd you w a nt to now give it to me. Sherco took a second to process what Cervin was trying to get at, and once it hit, his cheeks heated up a little in embarrassment. Oh jeez. Had he done something wrong? [AR]: 0)-> Well it just l00ked c00l!! And I wanted t0 give it t0 y0u because y0u like stuff like that! I can thr0w it away if y0u d0n't want it. <-(0 [DT]: No. I do w a nt to see wh a t this scroll cont a ins. I just c a n't come a nd get it right now. So, keep it until I'm a v a il a ble. Just m a ke sure you keep th a t scroll somewhere secure in c a se it is something d a ngerous. I know your God's f a vorite idiot, Sherco. But this m a kes me worry a bout your s a fety since you don't know wh a t the scroll could do if a nything. [AR]: 0)-> 0kay! I'll put it back in my little treasure chest f0r when I can c0me and bring it d0wn t0 y0u! H0w are things g0ing 0n y0ur end, Cervin? I've heard y0u've been. Y'kn0w. Struggling. [DT]: I'm fine now, Sherco. Don't worry a bout me. I've h a d three different t a lking to's. [AR]: 0)-> I wasn't g0ing t0 try and give y0u a talking t0! Y0u're my friend, Cervin. I was just w0rried ab0ut y0u, that's all! <-(0 [DT]: You're my friend too, Cer a de. I need to go now. Don't do a nything too stupid. -> [doctrineTemplar] has ceased messaging [aerodynamicRecoil] <- Sherco felt a big dorky smile tug at the corners of his lips. Cervin? Of all trolls? Seeing HIM as a friend? He was right! Cervin was his friend after all!

[tiffanylamps]

For ao3 wrapped: 18,28,29 :)

Hey!! Thank you so much for sending me this ask! 😊 (I only write Beyond Evil fics, so everything will be related to that fandom)

The ao3 ask game

18) The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? I would say probably... Lee Dong Sik. I always fear that I'm going to write him in a way that seems more like a caricature than an actual depiction of his character. I do really enjoy writing from his perspective, as I feel there's a lot of depth to the way he views the world, and some of my favourite things I have written have been told from his perspective. I just want to do it right, and as of right now, I don't believe I have.

28) Favorite work you wrote this year? oooh, this is a tough one. The one that first comes to mind is my self-indulgent karaoke fic, courage to make love known. I don't think it's necessarily the "best" thing I've ever written but I really enjoyed putting it together. Plus, it's just a bunch of silly nonsense and that's super fun to write sometimes (as I tend to focus more on angsty, more emotional stories). 29) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? Oh no, another really tough one. Ahhhhh. I can't choose just one, so I'll give you a selection

The faraway melody of pitter-patter rain morphs lazily, changing in tone and tempo as the hazy sleep-conscious fog in Joo Won's mind dissipates. His body is a burdening mass of unnecessary weight: limbs mid-rigor mortis from a dreamless sleep that has left him disorientated and aching, stitched to the mattress with invisible red thread. But he knows where he is as soon as he stretches his muscles like a cat after a day-long nap: toes splayed and knees clicking. His head rolls back, allowing his cheek to find the all-too-soft fabric of a pillow that is too fluffy and too big to be his own. 

Ah. He knows this pillow. He knows the entire set. 

He twists, uncoordinated with eyes closed like a newborn pup seeking out the life-giving milk of its mother. His chest finds the bed sheet and before he has the clarity of mind to stop himself, he cradles the pillow with arms on the verge of pins and needles, burying his face amongst the polyester stuffing. He allows himself a lungful of peace. Just a lungful. A deep and steady intake of autumn air and whatever diffuser Dong Sik has been using as of late. Not unlike a bagpipe, it inflates him with life and song, and he traps it within his lungs in secret, succumbing to its wonder. He feels oddly full.

-

His eyes look off to the distance and his eyes fall far away. He is incandescent; his heart sending mystic messages to its other half, like children whispering secrets through a tin can telephone. It’s a shame that his other half is currently steaming drunk and unable to receive his messages. 

-

It started as the drips of melting ice and throughout the years it has swelled into streams, rivers and levees, crashing down like waterfalls, but only shown through tears and promises. She’s sure that if he doesn’t speak of it, one day, it’ll become a sea, overwhelming him with waves and tsunamis. 

-

Joo Won feels sick like a projector with a film reel twisted up and jammed, seconds away from catching alight. He tries to be strong, he really does but he can’t stop himself from crumbling down. His chest is a lonesome chasm of torment and guilt, putrid and rotting away. He clutches onto it: maybe if he tears away the filth, he can be good enough - less selfish - for his partner. How can he ever face himself again, when he pushed the best man he’s ever met to-?

-

After an awkward adjustment of limbs, the blanket barely covering them both, Joo Won lays with his head on his favourite chest, listening to his favourite heart drum the beat of their wedding song. Dong Sik kisses his forehead, wiping tears away and keeping him closer than ever. Joo Won knows they have a lot to discuss, and he knows they will. But right now, the sun is rising and he's in the arms of the man he loves, knowing for certain that he's loved in return. He's on the verge of sleep when he mumbles, “I’d take your name.” 

His chin is lifted by gentle fingers, and they comb through his hair as an invitation to explain. “In England and other countries, it’s customary for one spouse to take their partner’s surname. If I could, legally or illegally, I would take your family name.”

-

Fireflies only live during the summer; Dong Sik had once whispered against his shoulder when they were young and stupid, during a night that never seemed to end. He whispered it with a smile tugging at the corner of his swollen lips; lips Jung Je had made swollen with his own. He remembers how Dong Sik softened with a boyish laugh as Jung Je kissed him again instead of replying. He remembers the smile he captured, the laugh he felt against his tongue, a lie he captured with his teeth and kept chewing on for countless summers.

But summer has ended a long time ago, he knows that now, and winter is truly here. Jung Je wipes the moisture from his cheeks and turns on the ignition. He got Dong Sik’s summers, what a fool he has been for wanting his autumn years too. Someone beat him to it.

Or worse yet, perhaps they were never his, to begin with. Dong Sik was never his.

-

Love, I spent an evening outside your door, chipping away at the paint, wishing that this is just a nightmare. But the touch burns with that ice-cold death, knowing a part of me is forever empty without you.  I am always with you and without you. My memories are dried chrysanthemum petals wedged in between the pages of our yearbook. Twenty years is all you were given. Twenty years is all I took. 

-

Joo Won fixed his collar again. He’s been told numerous times that he’s vain, and it was probably true. He was meticulous: bleached teeth, designer socks, silk bed sheets, Egyptian cotton net curtains, and gold leaf eye cream. He is a fuck-off wristwatch, a share in stocks, a non-existent handshake; real platinum.

He has perfectly manicured nails, a selection of embroidered ties, and a beautiful face without a smile. The kid with a private university dorm room. A dedicated bar inside his studio flat overflowing with sophisticated wine and perfectly aged spirits accompanied by crystal drinking glasses. His class at university was asked: Who is most likely to succeed? Everyone agreed: Han Joo Won. Him, of course. You know who his father is. 

As a result of his sequestered life, he had become a fantasy: a façade, a prince at a masquerade ball with an empty dance card.

Once upon a time, he was the kid that memorised every word to foreign hymns. He studied sheet music until the ink bled. He shot awake at night from tainted memories of a begrudged second place in a spelling bee. He was a hangnail snagging on a Prada suit, a smudge on Muzik reading glasses. He was mascara tears running down painted cheeks. 

-

Dust dances and twirls between sunray and shadow. The afternoon heat has mellowed into a finer thing: a pleasant concoction of crickets and the early evening songbirds' tune. There are dishes on the counter and boxes by the door, a light is on in the bathroom, and it is quiet as if there is no one home at all. The still lake on the other side of the sliding doors perfectly mirrors the painted sky, like a bathtub of golden honey, waiting for a finger to take a dip.

-

Anyway, yeah, there's more but I won't bore you with it. Out of the selection, the last one is the only excerpt from an unpublished piece/wip, so you get a cheeky sneak peek haha. I hope this was of interest to you! Thank you again for sending me this ask 😊

[olet-lucernam]

i first started on ff.net in 2012. and while i love ao3 as my home base, and a lot of us will mercilessly mock the height of the ff.net era for the unadulterated Cringe (rightfully so- but then again, we're in fandom, so we're all a little cringe, you are not immune and need to embrace it) one of the biggest things i miss is the community culture we had.

for those who've never been on ff.net: instead of comments- like ao3 or wattpad- it has "reviews". people would write them, post them, and that's it. there is no reply function. so you'd think that would result in lower engagement, less conversation, especially between the writer and reviewers/commenters/readers, right?

nope. instead, we got the infamous author notes.

before each chapter, and often at the end too, the writer would "talk" to their readers- a bit like notes on ao3, but basically built-into the text of the chapter, since there was no such function on ff.net. it would usually be marked with "a/n:" or set in bold/italic to differentiate it from the actual chapter.

and it would often be the writer thanking people for reading, and talking about their personal life updates- but they'd also often give a shout-out to their reviewers. sometimes it was just a quick "thank you to X, Y, and X for reviewing!". but a lot of writers would also answer questions from the reviews, or tease at future updates or sequels, or say whether a review had correctly guessed where a plotline was going.

and sometimes they'd set up challenges- like mentioning there was a hidden detail in the chapter, and challenge the readers to find it and say it in their review. then, in the next chapter update, they'd congratulate whoever got it right. sometimes they'd even offer prizes, like the reviewer getting a character cameo in a future chapter, or the author writing the reviewer a one-shot.

it was fun. it was a conversation. i loved being part of it, both as a writer and a reviewer.

and while i've seen a lot of posts bemoaning the shift in fandom culture to the "consumption mindset", it's always focused on the readers, not the writers.

because we're guilty too!! we are!! i always try to find a way to reply to any comments and feedback, but- i also get a reverse-anxiety when i'm replying to comments. every time before i hit "post", i'm wondering if i'm talking Too Much, or sound weird, or didn't phrase my appreciation well. especially here on tumblr, where i'm less au fait with the culture and constantly terrified i'm about to make a faux pas.

(shoutout to the first time someone asked to be put on my taglist if i'm doing one, and i went sure of course absolutely! and then spent three hours doing panicked research into what the hell is that, how do i do it. instead of, you know, just asking them what that was. i wanted them to think i was cool okay)

and as a writer, i don't do those things that i used to, back in 2012. i don't do those hidden challenges anymore, or put notes before the chapter encouraging people to guess where this is going, and really open engagement up from the moment i post.

it's not because of the switch from platforms- it's a shift in the culture.

if i don't want my readers to default to silence, maybe i have to be the one to break it first.

on one final personal note, i'll put it in writing, for anyone who reads my stuff: whatever your feedback is on my work, i want to hear it. seriously. including and especially criticism! please!! if i have messed up somewhere in my writing, or if there's something not making sense, or something you're not crazy about- i will really sincerely appreciate you telling me! please let me know!!

because- since i wrote it, i genuinely do Not have a good gauge on whether it's actually any good or not. like. my eyes will completely skim over errors. i'll dislike something i wrote and have no idea why, and need an outside opinion to point it out. i'll have the entire plot on my brain and assume i conveyed something important in the chapter, or set a certain tone, but absolutely haven't. and i will not know unless someone tells me.

and okay yes, i might disagree with you on something, or think you're missing the point, or something, but- i will never ever get offended. ever. don't even worry too much about phrasing- because hey, if i'm confused about what you mean, i'll ask, and we can talk!

i will always always always appreciate that you took the time to tell me what you thought.

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[dankusner]

CHAPTER 15

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IP Carol Smith's love for her kids. They think Mom's going to get them

"out of stuff."

"No, honey, you're on your own. So just deal with it." I do have a daughter who's gotten a couple of tickets in this court. I'm like: You know what?

You did it. Take care of it, suck it up, move on, and don't do it again!

NERVE

I have to sleep at night. I'm not going to rule for someone because they have power in the town. Sometimes doing right is hard.

-HON. DEBBIE HORN, POTTER COUNTY

Being a justice of the peace isn't for the faint of heart. Magistration puts judges face-to-face with some pretty tough customers. Police off-cers will tell you that their riskiest interactions with the public come in the form of domestic disputes. Yet justices of the peace are quite often required to step right into just that type of dispute in their courtrooms.

Some are family squabbles that end up as heated small claims cases, and other times, court proceedings wind up involving the justice court remedial tool known as the peace bond.

Debra Ravel (Travis County) told me an unsettling cautionary tale about what happens when a JP's best intentions produce something very different from the desired result:

I put a couple under peace bond, as I often did, so it looked like I was trying to be fair, even though it was the young woman who was bleeding when they came in. Under the terms of the order, each side was to have no contact with the other. They were living together, but we made arrangements for one of the deputy constables to go to her place and get his belongings and take them back to his place. Which is what occurred.

What happened during the hearing was that he kept interrupting. Fi-nally—I was kind of fearful to do it—I held him in contempt and put him in jail. A week later he came by and told me I'd been fair, admitted he'd lost his temper and wanted to apologize to me. I was impressed by that.

I said, "John, if you can stay clean and don't have any more problems in my court for a year, I'll try to help you get a job at the end of that time." Six months later he came in again. I thought he was going to be a great success. Instead, he said, "I'm in trouble and I need your help." I said, "What's the problem, John?"

Brain, Heart, and Nerve

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He said, "Well, the feds are looking for me, judge. I've got some guns at my apartment and I'm on parole."

"What?"

"I have guns in my apartment and they're gonna pick me up. What

should I do?"

I said, "Did you have an attorney who represented you when you went to jait?" He said yes. I said, " think you need to surrender yourself to him!" So he called his lawyer and went in and surrendered himself. He ended up going back to prison for several years. The attorney told me the whole story, which was that he d been in prison for killing two women and he d been in jail for most of his life. I'd had no idea of his past but was pretty horified to find out that I'd been helping this man and was naive enough to think that my involvement was changing his approach to women.

Signing an emergency detention order (EDO) for a citizen with mental health issues can also be a disquieting experience. Judge Irma Dunn

is familiar with the risk.

Sometimes the family comes and talks to me, and then I send the constable to go and talk to the person, because I would hate to put somebody in the hospital who doesn't need to be there.

But there are times when it is the judge herself who has to get personally involved.

I had one that kind of scared me a little bit. I had to keep backing out and when I get close to the door, I'm like, "I need to let you know that I just issued an emergency detention warrant and you're gonna be detained here for at least three days." He looked at me like, "I'm gonna kill you!" People can get aggressive.

Tisha Sanchez (Palo Pinto County) used to get personally involved with EDOs, but not anymore. Which isn't a bad thing; she told me that there's definitely something in the water in Mineral Wells, Texas. For a county of only around thirty thousand people, she signs an awful lot of these orders.

I'm not exaggerating this: Our county has one of the highest numbers of mental health patients for a county our size. The judge I worked for as a clerk swore to this: These are the offspring of the people who came to Mineral Wells for the water. Pecan Valley** had to build a new building and had to hire more case workers and staff. They said that two years ago

[mogai-headcanons]

Cassey Medina is an autistic transmasc nonbinary demisexual aromantic nebularomantic taylorswiftica eldrichgender tbhgender catrelautian milkaesic darkacadeeric bataesic bloodtastic crypdostaesic twinmattressic mothmangender mothogender newbookstimmic cafeaesic meowsterenergygender mothfascifearic springaesic starryskyaesic cloveraesic pinkiepiealfosic recluminjuric faikepic urbanlegendaesic genderbee mellowapis beesproutaen beegender bloodaesic scemox honeyobstric panapisgender cemeterygender honeycoric syocomfic monsterenergygender sweateraesic strawbflavorin 2b2tgender libraryaesic hembonullcemrip bechillical weirdkidgender emoxcatboy bitaffectic sparklecatgender mascbitch sillycatboygender eurowildcatheric witchcraftium irenematronic shadgender lightmageic pinkgreengender timwishgirlica lemonflavorin aphmaurpfasic omni turian troll with DID, ADHD, Anxiety, he uses a cane, and rawr uses he/him, it/its, xe/xem, ze/zir, vam/vamp, bloo/blood, gore/goreself, 🧋/🧋s, 💀/💀s, rem/rems, lo/los, end/ender, ro/rom, prin/prince, ax/axo, deer/deers, doe/does, bee/bees, 👾/👾s, 👻/👻s, frog/frogs, charge/bolt, bolt/bolts, moon/moons, star/stars, hon/honey, yellow/yellows, 🐝/🐝s, bu/buzz, 🍓/🍓s, 🍋/🍋s, 💿/💿s, digi/digi, ⚰️/⚰️s, corp/corpse, rot/rots, ram/rams, void/voids, lem/lemon, aer/aers, pinkie/pinkies, ny/nyx, nym/nyms, ang/angel, cri/crim, lemon/drop, di/dice, zero/zeros, bun/buns, rawr/rawrs, jam/jams, ze/zeph, de/der, glitch/glitchs, mew/meow, kit/kits, purr/purrs, cer/berus, zi/zip, and honey/dew pronouns!

^ Cassey

Sup! Can you add acrimoniousGenocidehandlic to the cassey medina request?

Hii.. sorry for sending so many asks about my req but can you add that casseys matesprits with Vriska Serket, an Autistic transfem spidergender pirategender piratecoric 8gender 8ballgender dicegender bi lesbian with PTSD and depression who uses she/8/spider pronouns, purr is moirails with Feferi Peixes, an autistic fishgender sharkgender watergender pringender gillgender bubblegender lesbian trans guy with ADHD, who uses he/they/blub/she pronouns and void is kismesises with Sollux Captor an autistic bigender bisexual beegender honeycoric gamergender computergender troll with bipolar disorder, who uses he/she/bee pronouns?

Y'ello can you add huntremlowen to cassey on my req?

Hi can you add huntremlowen, sc3n34ut1flagic, and scenecringautic to cassey on my request? Also sharkfriendic to feferi?

queued! i couldn't find the 8ballgender flag, but if you lmk where i can find it i'll get it added!

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Hello! I really love your writings 💖💖

Could I request vil (twisted wonderland) with a shy !MC (but also very good at using sword )who has crush on him .. ,

one day Vil hears MC talking with Ace and Deuce that it is impossible for Vil to love them back ..cuz they are not very smart or beautiful ...

It can be sceneario or anything ,if it is not a bother ,of course! THANK YOU !❤

Awe thank you for reading my content and thank you for requesting. I hope you have great day mwahhh🥰

You love him right? So why not confess?. It's not that easy. He has a sharp tongue, a criticizing eyes, confidence higher than Mt. Everest and an aura that just screams perfection, the total opposite of your shy, nerve wrecked state.

"just confess already"

"have you been listening, i can't" you pitifully said

Leona had enough of your bullshit, how many times does he have to sit here and listen to you ramble about the Pomefiore dorm leader when he could be sleeping.

"Leonaaaaaaa" you whined, irritating the lion even more

Huffing he just turned his back on you and layed down, and went to sleep. You tried to wake him up but he is not moving an inch, you accepted defeat and just left together with your sword, leaving the lion to sleep peacefully in the botanical garden.

Making your way towards the heartslabyul dorm to see the adeuce combo and maybe rant to them instead, you saw them bickering about something stupid, which came first, the chicken or the egg

Trudging towards the two, the moment they saw you they were quick to include you in their nonsense

"Y/N tell him, the egg came first" Ace shouting the life out of you

"No, it's the chicken, there won't be an egg if there is no chicken to lay it, right Y/n? " Deuce retorted, clearly wanting you to take his side

"NO, IT'S THE EGG"

"NO, THE CHICKEN"

They were ready to plummel each other when you sensed an arrow coming straight towards deuce, you quickly whipped out the sword that was on your side and pushed deuce aside towards Ace and slash the arrow mid air to stop it

You relaxed when that arrow was dealt with but you wondered why it was so quiet. You whipped your head towards the duo when your mouth fell open wide

They kissed. With Deuce on top.

Realizing their state, both of the boys scurried away from each other like the other was an infectious disease. You quickly went to help them get up and moments after someone came running towards you guys

"Y/N, you better not tell anyone" The duo said completely in sync

You opted to nod, and turned your attention to the incoming purple head.

"Y/N, are you guys ok?" Epel inquired, checking if anyone was injured

"We're fine" you smiled reassuring him that no damage was done except the kiss

"I'm sorry, i was actually the one who fired that arrow, i actually took rook senpai's bow" epel confessed feeling guilty

You were quick to reassure epel that everything's fine but he has to return that bow before rook senpai finds out

The purple head listened to your advice and immediately left

"You know Y/n, you should've volunteered to return the bow, that way you have an excuse to see Vil senpai, he's always with Rook senpai anyways" Ace stated and Deuce agreed

The duo knew all too well of your crush on the Pomefiore dorm leader and they also knew how shy you were to actually act on your feelings

"You should really confess Y/n, we'll even help you" Deuce blurted already thinking of ways to help you confess

"You guys always say "confess" but it's not that easy besides even if i confess, I'm sure I'll get rejected, there's no way Vil senpai likes me, I'm as average as you can get. Me and Vil senpai dating is like Leona being friendly. And if i get rejected, i don't think I'll get over it" you reasoned, already feeling down from your unrequited love

Of course you want to confess but the idea of rejection scares you and the duo realized this

The duo started to comfort you in awkward ways like patting your head, wanting to hug you but hesitant

What you didn't realize was a certain dorm leader listening in to your conversation.

He came to heartslabyul to meet up with riddle because of an event crowley asked him to organized together with the red head but he didn't expect to hear the girl he secretly likes to admit her true feelings. It somehow went over his head of how you were convinced that you two would never date, he was stuck on the fact that your feelings were mutual, and it made him giddy inside.

He thought he was hated. You always hang out with epel or rook but never with him. The moment you guys make eye contact, you quickly averts your eyes and flee. He have never seen anyone who treats him like a plague and it's not helping when deep inside he wants to spend time with you and all you do is avoid him. It irritated him even more when he realized he has feelings for you and the recipient of that feelings hates him.

But all those doubts and unsureness was washed away when he heard you say those words. He wanna pop out of his hiding spot and squeeze the life out of you.

While Vil was feeling giddy all by himself, the duo and you left to get comforting ice cream.

............................

"What am i gonna do" you panicked towards the lion grumbling at you

"Leonaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" you whined, shaking the irritated lion

"stop that you damn herbivore, just go on that date period"

"it's not a date. What if Vil senpai know about my feelings and want to reject me, i can't do it, i don't think I'll survive his rejection" you sobbed already wanting to hide yourself six feet under

"You said that he wanted to go have dinner with you right?"

"yes"

"that's a date"

"no, it's a confrontation"

Leona could only sigh to your antics, it's clearly a date and he already had an idea that Vil had an inkling affection for you since not just once, he caught the blonde staring at you like a lovestruck fool. That's why he wanted you to confess since he was sure you guys had feelings for each other

Your lion best friend pushed the other problem of what you should wear to the heartslabyul duo and they were the most excited for your date

After a good bickering of which suit you better, the white dress or the blue one? . Deuce's white dress suggestion won at the end

..........

You wanna cry. With every passing hour your anxiety is growing tenfold. When you finally decided to flee, Vil arrived

"Y/n" he gently called out

"Y-yes" you mentally slap yourself for stuttering

"shall we go" you just opted to nod, not wanting to embarrass yourself anymore

You guys arrived at a fancy restaurant but you were surprised that the place was empty. The waiter led the both of you to a private dinner table. You guys ordered and started to eat in silence. Midway through, Vil spoke up

"Y/N"

"Yes" at this point you were ready to hear words of rejection but what cam out was different

"I like you" Vil stated trying to be as composed as he can

Hearing those words sent your mind to blankville. Vil took this chance to choke out his confession

" 8 months ago, you started to be in my field of vision and i came to realize that i unconsciously look for you when you're not around. You shy away around others but somehow You look so carefree chatting away with those heartslabyul troublemakers, even with that damn savanna claw dorm leader. Before i even realize it, i too wanted you to be comfortable with me. I wanna see your smile even your giggles that are only directed to me. I became greedy and loitered around places that you frequent, but as time pass by, you avoid me more and more. I concluded that somehow you hated me and made me decide to just love you from afar"

"Then, why now?" you timidly asked, processing each words, trying not to completely blow up from the heat that is pooling in your cheeks

"I didn't mean to do it, but i overheard you talking with the duo"

You blew up, from the heat of his confession to the embarrassment of being overheard, it was too much.

"I-I... this is so embarrassing" you said completely shrinking, hiding your face in your hands

"don't be, your statement back there gave me courage to act on my feelings, also i don't want you to think that you're worth any less than i am, you just somehow don't see how special and unique you are"

You were touched by his statement, and coming from THE Vil Schoenheit, it's amazing

While you were busy thinking to yourself, you soon noticed Vil fidgeting clearly waiting for a reply

"I also l-l-ike you" you banged your head to the table, all the blood rushing to your brain

Vil's happiness couldn't be contained as he quickly stood up and went to your side initiating a hug

"geez, why are you so calm" you mumbled against the blonde's chest

"I'm far from calm actually" he beamed, yet you were not convinced

.............

7 hours before the date*

"what is he doing"

"preparing for battle" Rook chirped

Epel and Rook are currently looking over a Vil Schoenheit who were pacing back and forth in front of them

"I l-like you" he said to the mirror cursing himself for stuttering

"Whoa, Vil senpai is finally confessing to Y/n" Epel stated amazed

Rook was about to make fun of the dorm leader's state when someone came bursting through the doors

A certain lion

"What are you doing here Leona senpai' " epel inquired

" i came to make fun of that" leona teased pointing at Vil

"Rook, drag him out" Vil commanded

"Are you sure you wanna do that, i have valuable information about a certain shy swordmaster" Leona grinned, loving how Vil flinched at the mention of you

Rook stayed still already knowing that Vil wouldn't pursue with his previous command

"spit it"

"beg me"

Rook could feel himself laughing

Before Vil could whip out his magic pen and start a fight, Leona spoke up

"They hates places with too much people"

"i know that"

"They like animals"

"that's why they like you" Vil stated feeling victorious

"they hate blondes"

"they love me"

"Assuming"

"Lazy ass"

"Now, now, let's go back to the Y/n topic" Rook intervened

"they think you're gonna reject them so go easy on them" Leona said completely serious

"Yeah, i don't plan on making them cry anyway. I promise "

..........

"Vil?" you called out to the blonde that was still holding your hand while walking back to the dorms

"hmmm" Vil responded acknowledging your call

"what are you thinking about?"

"nothing, i just remembered a promise" he turned to you giving you a small kiss and a smile

Oh how he loves the way you turn red from his affection.

A/N:@bulmartist, halu, here's your request, i liked how it started but the ending was kinda mehhh to me but i hope you enjoyed reading this. This was quite long so hope that's ok

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