#I'm like this and our other friend also has a baby and an inability to keep secrets so she'd tell how I feel and it'd be uselessly messy

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The Path of the Legend

So in this, I'm going to talk about Gapryong, James, and Daniel, three men who are deeply connected, yet so distinct from each other.

Let’s get the ball rolling:

1. GAPRYONG KIM

We first heard about this “great” man in Jake’s backstory. Such a lovely father and husband, and let's not forget how much people love him… they even throw eggs at him 😊😊

A man with the conviction to protect others; who believes it’s uncool not to help those in need. But when you take a look at his home, oh, what a tragedy it is🍂 His wife is neglected, his son resents him, his children born out of wedlock are forgotten, and his eldest is on a path to patricide.

But hey, it’s all good now, right? Since he’s the man who “saved the country” from the Yamakazi invasion. It was his fists and his beloved gang that protected Korea from foreign forces , a stuff of legend, a man of great valour.

But that’s not the whole story. It's like the butterfly effect: a small change can lead to unimaginable outcomes. Gap’s inability to keep it in his pants led to the creation of the monster known as Kitae “The Byproduct” Kim. And it was this byproduct who showed Gap the consequences of his actions, by slaying him, alongside another legend in the making.

I hate Gapryong, but I can’t help but admit he’s a very realistic character. Men like him do exist and will continue to exist. He reeks of hypocrisy, yet his ideal of helping others is quite admirable. He cares about the youth of the country, but what about his own kin craving his validation?

I'm intrigued by how PTJ has spun this web 🦋

2. JAMES LEE / DIEGO KANG

The legend of the 1st generation. This boy, alongside Byproduct Kim, annihilated the pre-gen legend. But it begs the question, why?

Why would a boy, with seemingly no connection to Gapryong, do something that would strangle him in the future? He and Kitae aren’t even best frendo or anything.

I used to think James was extremely poor and that Gapryong had done something terrible to his mom or his family. Maybe during the Yamakazi invasion, his family suffered, and then Charles took him in, trained him to defeat Gap, and introduced him to Kitae. But I have no material to back this up. It’s just a headcanon.

Let’s look at him objectively. All his trophies are in individual sports and activities. That eerie smile while mutilating people… and yet, he respected Taesoo’s wish to take an eye instead of a finger. That made me wonder: maybe he respects people with conviction and strength. That might be why he still admires Seongji and thinks Jaegyeon is pitiful.

Then again: why kill Gapryong?

What’s startling is that James has no human connection whatsoever. Nil. Iota. Zilch. If something happens to him, no one would say “James, come home safe,” or “I’m worried about you.” Not in a romantic sense, not even as family, friends, or acquaintances. Even his allies don’t care. They’re just in it for mutual benefit.

That’s jarring. He’s so isolated, and at the same time, he doesn’t give a flying crap. But you know what’s interesting? The masses love Diego Kang.

People say James is a wannabe Gapryong—nahhh. James is everything Gapryong could never be🤷‍♀️

Gapryong needed a complete shift in perspective for political success. James doesn’t. He just shifts identities.

James is the nightmare of the first generation, whereas Gapryong was the hope of the pre-gen. Gap was admired, James is feared. Even people from his own generation want him dead. The parallels are fascinating.

He dreams of a society without evil… but aren’t you the most evil, James Lee? 💀👿

So… who’s going to stop the 1st generation legend?

3. DANIEL PARK

And here comes our adorable baby 😆

I feel so bad for him😭😭 he’s endured so much. But I’m also proud because he never used his suffering as an excuse to become an asshole.

His other body is legally registered as James Lee💀💀 while the murderer roams free. Let that sink in. Daniel’s second body was designed to counter Diego Kang.

You know what? I think Daniel will become everything James couldn’t be. James might want a society free of evil, but in his twisted way. Daniel will be the one to actually bring it into reality.

When people say Daniel has to “counter DG,” they usually mean in popularity, fame, and money. But honestly, do you even know how fragile is James’s life is as a K-pop idol? One scam, one rumour, or one accusation of being another Gap level womanizer, and he’ll be gone. Whoosh. Evaporated.

Charles Choi could easily launch that kind of smear campaign. So that kind of “counter” doesn’t really hold weight.

To truly counter James, Daniel has to challenge him in every possible way: his strength (which we still don’t fully know), his intelligence, and his ideology. James is a genius, an all-rounder. The only one who can match that is Daniel; with both bodies.

Daniel’s journey is long. Full of resistance, setbacks, and immense pressure. And James? He’s one of the biggest problems in his path.

It’s been 500+ ch and we still don’t know the full truth about Daniel’s second body. But guess who does know?

James

Their eventual showdown won’t be just physical. It’ll be a battle of ideologies, of wits, a true game of chess.

And still, I don’t believe James is the final villain.

Because the one pulling all the strings… is Charles Choi.

Daniel’s path to legend will be the most satisfying and gratifying. He’s not a hypocrite or womanizer like Gap, not a twisted murderer like James. He’s the one who will forge a new path and unify everyone to truly build a society free of evil.

In his legendary manner!!!

Hahaha I spewed so much 😭😭💀

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Extremely small spoilers for the c3 ending warning

But I think a really fun bit of Sol's character that I kinda didn't notice until the final episode is that ever since Irondeep (or maybe even before?), Sol has just been learning how to sew and crochet. And I have extreme respect for Murph letting Sol use that knowledge in the final episode to redistribute the magic of his displacement cloak amongst the party. I just really love those kinds of small character details in fantasy - the hobby they pick up randomly that slowly becomes more and more of a skill as the story progresses.

YES ! sols background knitting/crochet hobby (theyre used kind of interchangeably) is one of my favourite little quirks of his to think about... and if you keep track of its offhanded mentions, it actually weaves (hehe) a really sweet mini-story about sols character !

(teeny tiny mini essay under the cut, because i. have. thoughts)

so! a minor um actually is that sols knitwork is actually brought up pretty much at the VERY start of his character intro;

"...I'm wearing a homemade sweater that is in the same pattern as the standard issue synth knight sweater, but that one didn't fit me, so ive crafted my own as a replica - the sleeves are a little long, i'm still working on it, i like to knit in my spare time to quell my thoughts a bit..." (ep 1)

so we establish 1) he likes to knit, 2) knitting is an almost meditative practice, a very physical-based method of dealing with his thoughts, 3) he wants to fit in with his cohort of synth knights, even though their 'standard' has excluded and rejected him 4) he takes on this rejection without any bitterness, and instead with an optimism that his own personal inadequacies can be overcome by trying his darn best, 5) he's a cute frog in an oversized sweater

it's a pretty small & overall NOT important line that doesn't mean anything, but you COULD interpret it as the introductory, basic threads of meditative practice, community, belonging and identity that return as pretty major elements in sol as a character!

other, pretty major encounters with the knitting/sewing motif:

ep 7: Callie "we're sort of entwined now, right? i mean, our fates are somewhat braided at this point" + sol "if you're saying that we're friends then yes!" (this isn't a sol knitting moment, but good GOD 'our fates are braided' + them later discovering they're peregrine + sol sewing peregrine patches - we LOVE unintentional foreshadowing)

ep 27: Before the king durretar fight, sol gives everyone a peice of black yarn to wrap around their arms, a symbol of the living will they made to each other. Later in the ep, he holds up the band just before he goes down

ep 39: Right before he leaves to return to irondeep, sol gives swag "a little bracelet of yarn, just so we can feel connected" (literally FUCKING RUINOUS when you think about this being THE LAST TIME THEY SEE EACH OTHER FACE TO FACE and all the other moments sol gives his loved ones threads/bracelets. god. actually ruinous)

ep 53 (short rest!): This requires maybe a bit of context... but essentially, its caldwell describing sol's conflict of wanting to save the people he loves VS the growing reality of his inability to do so as, "no matter how big and thick and fluffy a sweater he knits, it always unravels itself"

ep 57: sol plants a piece of thread on the two ice swags (red and purple) as a way to tell them apart

ep 61: sol takes the black band from the king durretar fight and weaves it into a design that he made of the peregrine symbol/callie's sigil so that they can all wear it as a team (and one for a squire too, of course!)

ep 72: sol shreds his displacer scarf & patches up everyone's track jackets with it, to share the protection magic (this does end up saving calder's life i think.... THAT'S THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP BABY.)

finally, also in ep 72: galactic swag returns the night sky to the faewild, and sol comments "now that's knitting..."

I think. All in all. It's like. sol is this guy who, perhaps more than anything else, longs for family, home & community. He found this in launchpad and mothership, and their promise that if he could just work hard enough to prove that he meets their standards, then he CAN fit in and be worthy, and belong, and be part of something big. And over the course of campaign 3, he finds this with duck team.

All these desires for connection are expressed through the small things he knits for the people he loves. It keeps coming up over and over again, sol trying to stitch pieces of himself into his friends. Have this yarn, and this thread, and this bracelet, so you can remember you have someone to fight for and someone fighting for you (i have THOUGHT about this being kind of like a Lady's favor to a knight.... i've THOUGHT about this...) In ep 39, he gives swag a mushroom with the stated purpose that it might let sol know if swag dies. In ep 41, he tells hardwon that "there haven't been many people that I've met that have stuck around and meant something to me". I think you could interpret.... sol's habit of giving little knit gifts to his friends as maybe kind of a manifestation of that worry. that people are going to leave him, and he's going to end up alone again. so the thread of the living will comes back over and over again... no matter where you are, dead or alive, we'll be connected somehow.

You can also interpret all of this in the context of his childhood! in the waterpark ! A place where he was cold, and in danger all the time, and alone, and nobody made any 'big and thick and fluffy' sweaters for him. That the way he responds to this is... by making sure the people that he loves never ever have to feel like that. Here's something to keep you warm, and to remind you that i Know you, I Think of you, and i Love you. Sol just wants to protect all his friends by knitting them up in a big comfy sweater (and by the finale, in a way, he does!)

anyway ! those are my um. my. very minor thoughts about sol & knitting. i think about it a normal amount i promise. it is really REALLY a very fun bit about his character and it is. wonderful to see it evolve over the campaign.

Also since I accidentally went whole hog and wrote a full essay. Um. more sol knitting mentions that I personally find very delightful, although less relevant to this specific analysis:

Ezry arc: "i haven't had a chance to knit in a while, that really mellows me out" < sol's explanation for nearly punching a salamander to death because he kind of reminded him of a completely different salamander guy who had the audacity to go to the movies with albin, once. Really cute because awww he knits to mellow out. and also. god sol is fucking Insane. frog who is for sure possessive a normal and healthy amount

Living Woods arc: the living woods arc has sooo many cute lil sol knitgifts. sol gives calder a reversible beanie that has the initials CK (for calder kilde) and KC (for kalder cilde)... he says he was making it for calders birthday! (i didn't check this particular moment for accuracy, but i DO rmb calder saying smthn to the effect of "this is the nicest thing anyone's ever got for me") ..... this also has the famous callie crochet bra + i THINK sol's knit boots for calder

Irondeep arc: sol makes the infamous knit hammer cover with pompoms for kenna. (he later also makes i think.. a cloth for kenna to clean her hammer? he's trying guys....)

Tsunare arc: callie asks sol to make a gunk bindle

Ice knife arc: EVERYBODY IS REALLY MEAN TO SOLS KNITTING. SOMEBODY DEFEND HIM HE DOESNT DESERVE THIS....

Faewild arc: after calder gives himself a crop top , "i will Happily be your tailor"

Conclusion? this frog loves his friends!!!!!

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Dungeon Meshi Adventurer's Bible Characters Part 1

Laios, Marcille, and Chilchuck

Laios

Honestly, there isn't a huge amount of new details on him. Makes sense since he's the protagonist.

One detail I was able to notice in the Complete version is birthdays are included next to age. Laios was born November 26.

I fully agree with his stat chart.

I especially agree with the Intelligence stat. Laios is smart. He's shown a great amount of problem solving, quick thinking, and ability to adapt throughout the series. He's just not good at explaining his thought process and prefers to keep things simple.

I did mention in chapter 57 that Laios looked kind of like his father and he actually keeps his hair short to not look like him. The section on family also mentioned Falin could hear the voices of the dead. Laios probably had the same talent as she did. The flashback in chapter 26 was from his perspective, and Laios understood the ghost just fine. But Falin was the one who told everyone what the ghost was saying so she was the only one persecuted for her magic ability and sent to the magic academy.

The monster research section says there's a particular researcher Laios respects because of his unfounded, wild theories. I'd like to know what they are and if he has anything to do with the Gourmet Guide. I'm also curios if Laios's adventures provided supporting evidence to any of those theories. This researcher would probably go wild if Laios tells them about Living Armor.

Laios was still a little baby when he left home. He was 12. He should have been going to the playground. And I was under the impression that he dropped out of school. He was in the army for three years.

Most of the other's thoughts on Laios are negative-leaning with Kabru's being a neutral observation and Senshi and Falin being positive. In the Complete edition, the Winged Lion also has thoughts on him

Something about how Laios wants to be friends with Shuro because he's foreign.

Laios's maxims are "Before long, I started wondering how they'd taste", "We, who ate three proper meals a day and got our sleep, have been much more serious about this than you are!!", and "I'm finally prepared. I'm ready to steal and be stolen from." I'd summarize them as "Be curious, be prepared, and be willing to accept what happens."

The Laios comic looks like it was a rough sketch when it was added. If I had to guess when it was made, I'd guess it was made before the series began or a short way into it.

I think Laios would get really mad if someone pointed out that this description of his father could apply to him with a few word swaps.

Laios also isn't very talkative to people he's not interested as seen with Kabru's inability to ever speak to him. Laios also doesn't have any hobbies to speak of. He's an adventurer and likes doing that. His father's decree that hunters have to give him a new pup is probably his way of tying his responsibility to govern into his interest in hunting. He was interested in breeding hunting dogs so he made a decree that promoted that interest. It's like how King Laios supported research into using magic and monsters for food production.

I bet Falin also named their cat Meowpi.

I'm not finding any real-world references to Nussa and Anoutolid as mythological figures, so that story Marcille told Laios is an in-universe mythos. I'm curious if this is a North Continental myth or if it's generally known around the world.

Marcille's imagining of the myth makes Nussa look like her.

Laios and his father actually are quite alike. His dad would probably light up the exact same way Laios does with monsters if you asked him about hunting.

Marcille

So Donato isn't her father's first name, it's her family name. Marcille is also from the Northern Continent, hence why she and Laios have the same tradition about what to do with baby teeth. Her birthday is April 19. Marcille mentioned several ways to eat cephalopods and she likes seafood so she must have lived in a coastal region.

My final guess on her age was between 45 and 75 and the correct answer is 50. Yeah, she's a little kid by elf standards. I said Laios should have been going to the playground when he left home. Marcille should be at the playground right now. No wonder her half-foot form looked like a child. And this might imply ogres physically mature very early.

And while she is presumably smarter than an elf her age would usually be, she still has a lot of the mentality of the child she would be if she aged normally. The tantrums she throws at times, her inability to cope with death, and her obsession with romantic novels could all be extensions of how at heart she's a child who literally grew up too soon and doesn't yet have the skill to understand and handle her emotions. But she's expected to act like an adult because she looks like one.

Again, stats make perfect sense.

Marcille's father was 32 when he married her mother. He fell in love with her because he's a history nerd and she could give a lot of first-hand accounts of things. What if he influenced her interest in ancient magic to a degree? Maybe he wanted to know about the ancient civilizations and the origin of ancient magic and it rubbed off on her.

Ambrosia's description casually drops so many major bombshells about the world. What do you mean there's a "world tree"? What do you mean there are second generation clones of it? And Ambrosia is made from its root? Is the tree in the middle of the kingdom in chapter 87 a world tree? Is Marcille's dungeon house when she became the lord based on it?

Marcille's biography doesn't say when her father died, but she enrolled in the academy when she was 35 so he was at least 47 when she was conceived. Laios left home one year before Falin went to the academy and one year after Marcille joined the academy so she would have been a third year and met Falin shortly after Falin started school.

The overall opinion on Marcille seems to be generally neutral. I don't know if Senshi's comment is a literal observation or if he's saying she has a big ego. In the complete edition, the winged lion also had something to say about Marcille.

Marcille's maxims are "Because, I mean...the poor dog...", "Did you give even a moment's thought to how I'd feel surrounded by your corpses...?", and "Do not use people as pickling weights." I think these statements sum up to "Don't take life for granted, neither yours or others."

The Marcille comic's art style makes me think it was probably made somewhere around a third of the way through the series.

The Marcille comic is all about her trying to fit into the party after what happened with their last mage. I can understand why the others gave her a cold reception. They had just dealt with a woman trying to cozy up to Laios and he replaces her with a cute girl he just met.

Marcille called Chilchuck a "little boy". She didn't know what a half-foot was before meeting him.

She ended up being the heart that kept them all together, and it was because she wanted to know all the juicy gossip and drama within the party. My favorite speculation of hers was the one about Chilchuck being Namari's childhood friend who he has a one-sided love for but she's instead interested in Shuro.

Marcille also would be a third wheel whenever Shuro tried to be with Falin. But Marcille would have been malicious when she did it.

Chilchuck

Chilchuck's general summary says he knows multiple languages and can act as an interpreter. That could have been an interesting thing to see. Like when the Canaries are interrogating them, there could have been a scene where they start speaking elfish and Chilchuck tells Laios and Senshi what they're saying.

His birthday is May 18.

I think Chilchuck's int should be a 4.

The half-foot from the gold peelers who introduced Chilchuck is Dandan. It mentioned Dandan was part of the guild Chilchuck runs, so Dandan effectively recommended his boss to the party.

Chilchuck has to keep his weight down because he's tall for a half-foot huh? That explains why we was so scrawny when he turned into a Tall-man.

Chilchuck's wife is a childhood friend his age. So I guess that one shot in the title cover of chapter 52 was their families sharing a meal together and that was her holding the dragon doll.

Chilchuck was 13 when he got married and had his first two daughters. Something tells me it may have been a shotgun wedding.

Everyone's opinion on Chilchuck is generally positive.

Chilchuck's maxims are "In this world, the people who say they don't need anything in return are the ones you should trust the least", "I don't want to lose you guys", and "Thi...this year, I'm twenty-nine." I would sum it up as "Be professional. Be upfront about what you need. And be respectful to the people you work with."

Chilchuck's first comic was definitely made later in the series, but the second was made very early in.

We get to finally see his kids.

I'm gonna guess Flertom takes most after their mother. Meijack has the same hairstyle Chilchuck gave Marcille.

Their career paths are handiwoman, gold-digger, and hustler respectively.

I know Marcille has an item pouch but I didn't know it was the same one that Chilchuck has. That's fun trivia.

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Relationship Chart For: Equinox Luman

Family = 🩵

Romantically Involve/Interested = ❤️

Respect = 🤍

Trust = 💜

Friend = 💚

Care for = 💙

Neutral = 💛

Unsure = 🤎

Dislike = 🩶

Hate = 🖤

(If you can't see the emojis, I'm sorry :( )

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Sun Morningstar: "I harbor nothing but respect towards His Majesty, I and many others believe he represents what a true leader is." 🤍 💜

Moon Morningstar: "I do not know much about Mr. Morningstar, nor have I spoken to him much, but His Majesty has spoken very highly of him" 🤍 💜

Star Morningstar: Sir Morningstar is an extremely intelligent individual, but with him being the principle of Celestial University, I guess you'd hope so. He's the one who's been teaching me and Echo about Godhood, and I couldn't be more grateful for his help in navigating this change." 🤍 💜

Echo Morningstar: "I consider Echo to be my best friend. We do everything together, whether that be learning about Godhood together, hanging out inside and outside of school, as well as making potions together, especially the more... Deadly ones" 💜 💚 💙

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Nightmare Nightshade: "Sir Nightshade is quite the strange individual in my opinion, we haven't spoken much but I often do see him in meetings with His Majesty. But Crescent has spoken quite negatively about him, making me feel the need to dislike him" 🤎

Killer Nightshade: "I have spoken to Mr. Nightshade more than I have Sir Nightshade due to His Majesty asking me to work with him on his problems, namely helping with his hallucinations and through the guilt when he becomes saner. His Majesty believes me to be the best in helping with such things due to my connection with such." 💛

Dust: "I have no opinion on Dusttale Sans. We have rarely spoken, and I do not see the point in changing this" 💛

Horror: "I do not understand Horrortale Sans, but I believe that this is due to my inability to understand or feel hunger. But I do wish I could help him." 💛

Crescent Nightshade: "I see Crescent as a good friend of mine. We can sit in silence for hours and never seem to become bored. We also share a fascination with the stars as well as the interest in knife collecting." 💜 💚 💙

Angst Nightshade: "I do wish Angst would be more open, but I understand why he is not. Angst will often join Crescent and I when we hang out with friends. He'll never say much, nor give his opinion on things, so we're never quite sure if he's enjoying or will enjoy what we had planned for that day. But my baby's (his carnivorous plants) absolutely adore him, letting him pet them without trying to eat him" 💜 💚 💙 [...❤️}

Merciless Nightshade: "I have a feeling that the youngest member of the Nightshade family doesn't like me very much, and I'm unsure why as we've rarely interacted nor spoken, I would say it's due to my friendship with his older brothers, but he doesn't like his siblings very much, and he doesn't strike me as the overprotective sibling type... Is it due to my friendship with Snowfall...?" 🤎

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Kit: "Kit is a very skilled wizard. He's been practicing for longer than most of us have been alive after all. He's also allowed access to ingredients most will never see or know of in their lifetime. Due to some rare ingredients only being native to my realm, we've developed a trading system that allows us both to get what we want and need for our respective potion brewing." 🤍 💜

Viper: "I'll be honest, I'm quite... Jealous of how Mr. Viper treats his children... He loves them unconditionally and doesn't expect the world from them. They don't have to do anything to earn his love, they just... Have it..." 🤍

Artemis: "The Dark Golden Angel is quite a strange case. He's not from our multiverse, and I've yet to find his home world, but it is much harder to figure out one's home multiverse than it is their home Au, but I do hope one day I can find it as I'm quite curious why they sent him away." 💛

Toxic: "Ah yes, the science experiment now royal guard, I am quite curious as to what his DNA holds as from what I've been told, his creators used quite the variety of creatures to make him. Unfortunately, I don't believe I'll ever quench my curiosity as he's made it quite clear he doesn't want me taking anything of his for such experiments" 💛

Spirit: "I will be forever grateful that he trusted me with this role and position." 🤍 💜 💙

Blaze: "The fire phoenix and I have rarely spoken. He's always hanging out with Starcross or busy with that "rebellion," as Merciless calls it. It is quite strange that none of the adults know what's going on, I know why Sir Nightshade and Mr. Nightshade don't know, but Mr. Eternal and Mr. Viper? How do they not know what their children are doing?" 💛

Snowfall: "When I first transferred to Celestial University, the ice phoenix was the one to show me around the campus, and may I say he's quite the adorable individual, constantly stuttering over his words and avoiding eye contact, and unlike what you'd expect by looking at him he loves horror and the such. He's quite the little bundle of surprises." 💛

Shadow: "Shadow is quite the strange character. As Snowfall was showing me around the school, we came across the young demon. He looked me up and down before telling his brother: "I like this one, keep this one," before walking away. I still don't quite understand what he meant by that." 💛

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Skull Roseheart: "Sir Roseheart is from my home realm, and it's quite nice having another from my homeland here, especially when I had first transferred here and didn't understand much." 🤍 💜

Ali Roseheart: "Ali is a very kind individual, but if I must say, she's lived quite a sheltered life due to her father's overprotectedness of her, but as she's an adult now, her father is beginning to let up and I'm quite happy to call her my friend." 💜 💚 💙

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Ccino: "I and the others often visit Fluffytale Sans, or Mr. Ccino, in his cafe due to Ali's love of coffee and Crescent's love for cats. I do not see the appeal in either of those things but they make them both pleased so I shall not question it." 💛

2P Nightmare/Strawmare: "I've only spoken to Mr. Strawmare on the passing by or when we go to the Strawberry Moon Bakery during lunch hours. I see no point in going there as often as other students due to me not being fond of the taste of strawberries nor do I like sugar as much as most." 💛

2P Dream/Jewel: "Much like his brother, I do not speak nor see Mr. 2P Dream often, but the few conversations we've had are quite pleasant." (Their conversations are them looking at one another and understanding what the other is saying without words) 💛

Berry/Strawberry Crescent: "Barry is far too... Energetic for my liking, and I don't understand his love for sucrose, he once brought cookies to share with the class from his bakery, and I couldn't take more than one bite before beginning to feel ill. Come to find out Mr. Strawmare had allowed him to make the cookies himself without any supervision, and he used 3x the amount of sugar." 💛

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Dream Eternal: "Mr. Eternal is extremely nice and welcoming to everyone around him, we've only spoken on a few occasions we'll passing by, but he seems like quite a nice fellow, but I guess that is to be expected with the God of Positivity" 💛

Blue/Blueberry: "I often see Underswap Sans picking up PJ and Gradient from school with Mr. Eternal or XTale depending on the day, we've haven't spoken much but he seems nice." 💛

Cross: "XTale Sans doesn't seem like the most approachable individual but from what I've heard from Miss Lux he's quite soft and caring but he's also extremely overprotective of his family." 💛

Pj/Paper Jam: "Pj is quite arrogant and opinionated, even more so than Crescent, to the point I honestly can't stand it, he's always trying to prove to others that he belongs, but it seems more as if he's trying to prove to himself that he belongs." 🩶

Gradient: "No comment" 💛

Palette Eternal: "Besides Lux, Palette is one of Mr. Eternal's children that I've spoken to the most, and that's mainly due to him being Goth's best friend so I often see him in my realm when he's hanging out with Goth." 💙

Lux Eternal: "Miss Lux and I have cooperated on a few projects together for school and from the time we've spent together I was able to gather a little bit about her, and she seems like quite the nice individual just like her dad" 💛

Starcross Eternal: "When I and Miss Lux got paired up for a school project Starcross was for some reason under the impression I had asked her out, I'm still not sure why he came to such a conclusion, but it left me quite confused when he threatened to hurt me if I hurt her, luckily Miss Lux was able to clear up the misunderstanding rather quickly, still a strange situation" 💛

Comet Eternal: "I've only really seen him when passing by, and I've never felt the need to speak to him due to us being in different grades, but from what I've heard from Lux and Palette, he's a bit of an introvert" 💛

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Classic: "Due to being the original I find Mr. Classic to be quite fascinating, it's fascinating how one individual was able to spark the imagination and creativity of so many to the point they've taken time out of their days to create and design alternate versions of the judge." 💛

Ink: "I've never met the god, I've only heard of him from others, namely His Majesty, and he has not spoken very highly of him making me question what he had done to earn the distaste of His Majesty who's usually welcoming and understanding. Not even his children talk about him making me think he wasn't a great parental figure." 🤎

Error: "Errortale Sans and his Anti-Void is just as fascinating as he is. I've met Mr. Error on a few occasions and luckily, those times were when his glitches weren't acting up, so we were able to have a somewhat productive conversation... I can't help but feel sorry for the God... Unable to control his own emotions to the point he had to leave his children with the only person he could keep a consistent friendship with out of fear he'd hurt them... And unfortunately... I'm unable to help a soul so far gone..." 💛

Outer: "Ah, yes, Outertale Sans, he's quite a nice fellow from what I've gathered observing him from afar. And I do quite like his home Au, it reminds me of my realm." 💛

Fresh: "I find Fresh to be extremely fascinating, such a parasite isn't unheard of, but I can't help but wonder how this one in particular works." 💛

Reaper: "Mr. Reaper technically works under me now after I assumed my current role, but as he's been doing his for centuries and I'm quite new to the scene I see no point in telling him what to do but I will help if need be." 🤍 💜

Geno: "Aftertale Sans doesn't speak very often but I enjoy hanging out with him, as he can't leave the Save Screen or my realm often, I've found ways to keep him entertained, as of recently we've both begun learning how to crochet together" 💛

Goth: "Before assuming my current role I used to babysit Goth for Mr. Reaper and Mr. Aftertale, and he's quite a nice child and I often find myself listening to him talk about the newest fantasy book he's reading or is interested in for hours on end." 💙

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Shattered Dream: "I often visit Mr. Shattered due to my friendship with Misery, but we've rarely spoken to one another, only exchanging pleasantries when we see the other before continuing on our day." 💛

Killz (Shattered Dream Au Killer Sans): "Unlike Mr. Nightshade, Mr. Killz is far more stable than him, I'd say he's constantly in stage 1, we'll Mr. Nightshade tends to be in stage 2 or 3, occasionally stage 4 depending on the situation." 💛

Misery: "Misery is a bit of a "drama queen," as people say as well as egotistical, but he's still a good friend of mine, and my friend group wouldn't be the same without him, but I do wish he'd stop incessantly talking about Ali when she's not around." 💜 💚 💙

Eclipse: "Eclipse is extremely outgoing and loves adventure, I often hear from Misery about all the adventures Eclipse goes on and the trouble he gets into due to not telling his parents where he's going or when he's leaving." 💛

Esmeray: "Esmeray is constantly being babied by his parents due to his unstable soul. I can understand their concerns, but he doesn't seem to be quite pleased with their constant coddling, leading to him often sneaking out of the castle and getting into trouble with his parents." 💛

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Error 404: "I and Mr. 404 don't speak often, usually only seeing one another in meetings or when he's with Error or Crescent." 💛

Alpha: "I often see him wandering around my realm, I haven't spoken to him much but there's always an underlining of sadness in his voice" 💛

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Credits (Please do tell me if I got any of the creators wrong, as I'm going to be using their character(s) in my story, I want them to have the proper credit):

Nightmare and Dream - Both belong to Jokublog | Killer (and Killz) - Belongs to Rahafwabas | Dust - Belongs to Ask-DustTale | Horror - Belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios | Crescent and Starcross - Both belong to Lunnar-Chan | Angst - Belongs to Naomiisenju | Merciless - Belongs to Depressed Jerk(?) | Ccino - Belongs to Black nyanko | 2P Nightmare/Strawmare and 2P Dream/Jewel - Both belong to RoseMason7(?) (Wattpad) | Blue/Blueberry - Belongs to P0pc0rnPr1nce | Cross - Belongs to Jakei95 | Pj/Paper Jam - Belongs to 7goodangel | Gradient - Belongs to askcomboclub | Palette - Belongs to Angexci/Lasserland | Lux - Belongs to AlainaPrana (Currently), Jakei95 (Formerly) | Classic - Belongs to Toby Fox | Ink - Belongs to Mye Bi (Comyet) | Error and Geno - Both belong to LoverofPiggies | Outer - Belongs to Mimi Pippinski | Fresh - Belongs to Crayon Queen | Reaper - Belongs to Renrink | Goth - Belongs to Nekophy | Shattered Dream - Belongs to galacii-gallery | Error 404and Alpha - Both belong to Shadikal15 (I believe)

Sun Morningstar, Moon Morningstar, Star Morningstar, Echo Morningstar, Kit, Viper, Artemis, Toxic, Spirit, Blaze, Snowfall, Shadow, Skull Roseheart, Ali Roseheart, Berry/Strawberry Crescent, Comet, Misery, Eclipse and Esmeray - all belong to Ali Craft/Me

[aroacewxs]

2 5 and 9 for rui!! bonus points for 5 if its not a pjsk song ksdjhgdfj

sorry this is a bit late!!! was quite busy today.

2) favourite thing about this character

many things come to mind when im asked this question but one of the most personal and touching aspects of rui's character is definitely the unthinkable amounts of love he has. for everything.

how despite it all, he chose to love. despite his suffering, he chose to love. he could never bring himself to have ill intent towards anybody who has ever wronged him. he carries so much love for this planet, for every living thing that breathes. he handles plants with such tender care it makes me want to curl up into a ball and cry a little. even for inanimate objects like his drones and robots, he treats with such gentleness as if they were his own children. his mechanical darlings. you've got to be kidding me

and oh, how deeply he loves his friends, those who have led him through the dark with such tender, firm hands. those who put their trust in him, in him and his eccentric ideas and imagination with no limits. those who gave him a chance, those whose company says "i love you, i love you for who you are and i love being with you" more than words could ever express. those who make him question whether he's living his own life or one of an incredibly fortunate fellow in a stage play.

in the end, rui chooses to love. rui loves deeply and loudly in his own special way. and i think there's something incredibly meaningful about that.

5) first song that comes to mind

okinimesumama by eve :] his alt is my favourite rui alt in the entire game and it's just a very very ruicore song to me. iirc tokishun even said that it's a song that suits him very well BUT i may be wrong. don't quote me on that. I mean:

Waiting for the "1, 2..." signal Holding hands with you is An act of courage for me

Now, we form a circle and start to spin Bit by bit I come to hate it, but I come to like it Hey, hey, I don't even understand the meeting of my selves We steadily close the gap But we remain far apart

There's no meaning to being humble and respectful So bye-bye to my embarrassing dreams From now on, forever, let's get along

We now avert our eyes from each other Bit by bit I come to hate it, but I come to like it Hey, hey, I don't even understand the meeting of my selves I steadily become better But I'm crumbling to pieces Da-dum, you disappear before I can touch you

IT'S HIM!!! IT'S HIM! BUT ALSO i've been thinking my love mine all mine by mitski : )

'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love mine, all mine, all mine

My baby, here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for her?

9) could you be roommates with this character

Absolutely Not. rui and i have many things in common, and not wanting to clean because we end up making a mess within a day is one of them. i don't think either of us would survive if you put us in an apartment for a month, actually. if you were to put two teenagers with an unbridled, hungry desire to create and the inability to take care of themselves, i do not think it would go all too well

maybe if there was like one other person who's very reliable, I'd consider it, but I'd just feel bad for them

on the other hand, we could really bond. fun times

THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE ASK :D i love thinking about this guy

[thegreatimpersonator]

hi, it's crush anon! thank you for your response, i appreciate it :)

in response to the anon who suggested limiting contact, i've definitely tried! we see each other at most for two hours a day and i rarely directly talk to him even when we're in close proximity. i kinda go silent and talk with my other friends. the thing is it doesn't seem to work😭

normally when we talk our interactions are limited to hello's. he's actually tried to get me to open up more and be actual friends with him but that makes me really sad and slightly uncomfortable because i, unfortunately, wear my heart on my sleeve and i fear that he'll realize i like him (i already suspect he has an inkling which is insanely mortifying but that's a whole different thing), so i kinda brush him off and keep it brief.

the last time i spoke to him was a little more than a week ago. none of our other close friends were at practice that day so i was colossally bored and accidentally spoke to him in response to a story he told. he seemed really surprised that i was talking and then much to my displeasure KEPT TALKING TO ME. i tried to brush him off and was a little brusque with him once and even though i felt like a real bitch he kinda backed off which was what i wanted. but THEN a little later he was like. "why don't we be friends? i'd really love to be friends" SO NICELY AND KINDLY and HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY NO TO THAT????? because i, unfortunately, both don't *want* to say no because i do really like talking to him (wHICH IS THE PROBLEM) but also if i say no then it'll open up the whole thing of why i don't want to be friends at well that won't do either, you see? so i was like "..ok" and he kept happily talking to me for the rest of practice. anyway that left me absolutely DUMBFOUNDED because what do you mean he actually likes my presence???? what do you mean. this isn't good. it would be easier if he hated my guts.

ANYWAY. so sorry, i got a little side-tracked there. i just really needed to get that off my chest lmao. but the point of all that is that that interaction is probably the most we've talked since we used to be friends. we RARELY talk directly and somehow i have super intense feelings for him. i don't know, it sounds so silly!! how do i like someone that i don't even talk to????

and here's another thing!!! every year for the past four years he leaves from early february to mid may to do a school thing instead. so that ^^^ interaction happened on the last day i'll get to see/talk to him until may. i HOPE TO GOD that the feelings will go away, but seeing as they haven't the last two years in which he has also done this, i'm not holding out hope.

i'm definitely going to try to get over him! do whatever it takes. and if i don't now, well, he's leaving in august and i probably won't ever see him in a capacity where we share more than pleasantries again, so !!!! here's to hoping!!

and to the advice about hating him! i'm going to TRY and use that, but he's such a good person that i don't think i'll be able to trick my brain into believing it. AND ALSO. i was CURSED with the absolute inability to get the ick. the amount of times i sHOULD HAVE gotten the ick from this man?????? the amount of times he has jokingly talked in a baby voice in a way that would normally be positively REPULSING but apparently NOT TO ME is insane????? genuinely who cursed me.

anyway, thank you SO MUCH for listening and responding to me! you have no idea how much it means to me. i've kept all of this locked up for years now and it genuinely has been eating me alive. it feels so good to get it out there to somebody. so thank you!!!! ily <3

sorry i got very carried away with this ask. if anyone has ideas on how to get past this i will try ANYTHING, but i honestly think i've just gotta wait it out at this point.

and very last thing! apologies for all the grammatical and syntax errors. i'm so sorry if this didn't make sense, i typed all of this out in a harried frenzy istg

oof the forced proximity must be a nightmare, definitely doesn’t help the situation. definitely just try and be annoyed by everything, that’s honestly the only thing i can think of that might help. and no problem! i can only imagine how hard it must be because you can’t really talk to anyone about it. hopefully you trick your brain into being annoyed lol. ❤️❤️

[lemonflowercat]

acceptance and commitment

//feeling so self-sabotage-y//

the past 4 days have been supremely unproductive. we had to deal with a stressful housing situation and my back pain had me wincing while doing anything but lying supine in bed. thankfully, both of these things got sorted out on Wednesday (i am so so grateful it's all settled down, especially our housing sitch). yesterday was supposed to be the day i get back on track but i made the horrible decision to weigh myself in the morning - and that triggered a landslide of self-hate and misery that had me non-functional for the rest of the day.

currently, it's Friday morning - a week has gone by and i've done nothing. i feel disgusted with myself, my body, my inability to compartmentalize and prioritize - the self-judgement is so strong, it's making me want to numb myself with instant gratification. i am not looking forward to my day, i don't want to do anything.

so here's some acceptance:

stress puts me in freeze mode.

guilting myself over things i haven't done, apprehension over my prolonging to-do list make me want to avoid these things even more.

i find it difficult to stay motivated and consistent after working hard for about a week. it gets exhausting to exercise, control my diet, and do chores - all squeezed into my study breaks. i get about an hour in a day to relax and do other things that i enjoy, and i think that might be the reason why i feel so crazy by the end of a productive week.

once a stressor is resolved, i need some mental health time to process things, clear my mind, and get back in the zone. writing, yoga and meditating are my favourite ways to process things.

academic success is the only time my parents expressed their appreciation for me through a childhood where i was unseen and felt unloved/unwanted for the most part.

my hyper-intense focus on how fat i am makes it hard for me to feel confident in my skin.

i eat more when i'm stressed. i eat more when i'm sad. i eat more when i'm happy and want to celebrate. i think about food often - i enjoy meal planning, i enjoy cooking. i love experimenting with new cuisines, trying out new restaurants, and eating at the really good ones. i'm a picky eater in the sense that i want to eat food that's skillfully cooked and tastes really good.

i'm often bored of the food i cook at home, or too tired to put a good tasting meal together for us. and since A can't cook, we end up eating out. my mother in grained in me this dysfunctional system of food scarcity: she labelled foods and heavily restricted the bad ones. these restrictions only applied to us, while she herself would freely eat said "bad" foods from the hidden secret stash. she conditioned us into believing that eating out = stuffing yourself to the fullest (my brother would often throw up by the time we got to dessert at a buffet, and then continue to eat - and this was something my mother would laugh at) and this is a pattern i'm struggling so hard to break out of now - treating a restaurant meal like any other meal: one that is balanced and just enough to keep me energized and make me feel good after.

Bengali culture is very food centric - i think this is where my snobby palate and passion for food were nurtured, while also being the setting where my dysfunctional eating took root.

i've been a fat girl since i was a baby. all my life, there isn't a single moment when i wasn't fat - i often wonder if being big is natural to me. i am also a big boned 5' 7" girl (tall, by Indian standards).

my mother fat shamed me throughout - and continues to do so. she has also often stated that i'm unattractive - beliefs that have permeated in me. i have also been made to feel unattractive and unwanted by people because of my fat. i have sometimes been the butt of fat girl jokes among my friends.

my childhood was a very dysfunctional one - something that therapy has been helping me come to terms with. in fact, until my therapist confirmed it, i wasn't even sure if it really was dysfunctional or if i was just being a drama queen. amidst the lack of security in my childhood, food became one of my biggest sources of comfort. i have memories from a very young age of stealing food from my mother's "secret stash", especially when i was home alone. as i hit my teenage years, i began obsessively bingeing and purging at the first chance i could get. the guilt i feel over this i overwhelming. food has a huge impact on me emotionally.

i have cycled in and out of restrictive diets in order to lose weight. the longest i've been able to stick to one is for about 15 months.

especially because i study medicine, the health repercussions of being overweight are a huge source of anxiety for me.

i actually truly love working out, curating healthy meals for myself and studying - my ability to do all of this heavily depends on my emotional state and energy levels. especially so because i have major all-or-nothing mentality - i want it all to go perfectly, down to the right time like a (not Indian) train schedule - and a small thing amiss makes me feel like a failure. then i hole up in freeze for the rest of the day.

i accept that i am all of this - and it isn't good or bad. it just is. i spend so much time trying to align with who i want to be, i forget to align with who i already am. i accept that, among all these beliefs, there are many that serve me and many that are ok to let go off. i accept that navigating through this will take time, there is so much to unlearn and learn. i accept that, at the end of this road or any road - there is no assured happiness to find. assured happiness and satisfaction with the self does not exist. no matter what i become, there will never be a future where i'm not striving to change something around me/in myself for the "better". and that's why - all these "goals" that i set for myself needn't feel so heavy and do-or-die. i accept that the burden of the future is one that i can take off my shoulders and set down. that doesn't mean giving up on my future all together - it means sailing, with no pressure, in the general direction of things that add meaning to my life.

with this acceptance, i commit to things that make me happy now:

studying, as much as i can, every day. i love the mental workout of studying and also can we take a moment to really appreciate what a magical science medicine is (': - studying also makes me happy now because it brings me closer to starting my MD, and i am so excited to be back in the hospital, furthering my journey as a doctor + researcher. i know that focusing is hard after 2h - i can work with this and schedule my study hours such that i get a good break after this.

morning yoga and

meditating both of these soothe my soul. they make me slow down and be present in each tiny passing second. they make me more observant and appreciative of the self and the world, more intentional with my choices and actions. they make my life richer, softer, more open and accepting, and deeply calm.

eat what is best for my body i am attempting to do something that feels very scary to me: stop calorie counting *alarm bells go off in my head* hehe :'| i don't think emphasizing on the numbers is serving me. i want my relationship with food to be centered around the nutrients in it, what it does for my body, how it makes me feel, being a conscious consumer, and exploring different cultures through cuisine. this is going to be a learning curve - one where i am aware that i may gain weight - and as scary as that is, it's ok. i'll learn a lot, i'll figure out a system for myself through this, and i'll make sure my body is getting what makes her energetic, healthy and happy - because that really is all that food should be giving me.

workout for the joy it gives me to see my body getting stronger, faster and more flexible. for knowing that i'm taking care of my heart, my joints and muscles. for the ditzy of endorphins. and for the joy in the sheer act of movement.

i commit to my 75 soft, this time with 3 changes:

i don't have to start over if i break a streak. i just celebrate my longest streak.

i don't have to hit every goal every day. they're just a framework of things i'd like to get done each day

and the biggest, scariest of them all: [] 1400 kcal eat nutrient-focused meals mindfully, whenever i'm hungry - until i'm just enough full

[madraleen]

Bungo Stray Dogs - Season 2 A highly unconvincing "I like the anime a ~normal~ amount" commentary.

-i'm about to start s2 and i'm giggling like a schoolgirl about to meet her crush. i'm all "I MISSED YOU, DAZAI!" i finished s1 yesterday. THERE WAS NO TIME TO MISS NO DAZAI! and yet.

-i already thought we were on the saddest ep so far, with dazai saying he loses everything he wants, but then the kids got blown off and... yeah. we're in the dark timeline. i came out here to have fun and...

-ranpo?? bumping into oda?? i was not expecting that.

-aha aha ha, bungo stray dogs, so whimsical, then why am i crying...

-and then dazai fulfilled his "i want to help people" goal and found friends :'). so lil bb has been with the agency two-ish years. okay. okay. i love dazai. okay.

-i'm glad the ending titles are keeping the theme of dazai tenderly touching his people

-i can't believe i'm saying this, but i feel bad for akutagawa. he needs help. like in life.

-this is the most intensely i've binge-watched something in a long time. and i don't binge-watch, i need breathers. but no. it's dazai et al or nothing.

-lol the agency in the opening: more or less normal. kenji-kun: holding a street sign. as you do.

-MY MAN DAZAI JUST BITCH-SLAPPED ATSUSHI

-"stop pitying yourself. pity yourself, and life becomes an endless nightmare." hi i love dazai

-i love that atsushi's emotional growth isn't a straight line. he thought himself worthless and useless. then he found strength. then he backpedaled when he got rattled. then dazai slapped him and he sort of regained his composure. and so on. it's very realistic, feels intentional, and not inconsistent at all, because there's always something triggering the back and forth

-HEEEEELP IT'S ANGO!

-MOBY DICK AHAHAHA nice

-oh gosh the plan to destroy the city is terrible and also so smart

-YES! YES! AN AGENCY-PORT MAFIA ALLIANCE YES! YES PLEASE LISTEN TO ATSUSHI'S BRILLIANT IDEA YES

-for the record, since i talked about weak plot in s1, i am enjoying the s2 plot, i'm yelling at the screen and everything

-DAZAI AND CHUUYA ALLIANCE AAAHHH

-DAMN YOU, THE WAY CHUUYA YELLS DAZAI'S NAME WHEN HE'S HIT BY THE TENTACLES! SCREW YOU! i am soft

-AND THEN HE RUNS TO HIM?? TO CHECK IF HE'S ALRIGHT?? AND TELLS HIM HE'S HURT PRETTy BAD?!?! this is too much for me

-wdym the tentacles aren't an ability. also i love dazai

-"let's just give up and die" errr... my fictional husbands, all two of them, seem to have a pattern… (see: “give up on your dream and die,” aot, vol x, page y, panel z)

-DAZAI CALLED CHUUYA PARTNER I CANNOT I LOVE THEM TOGETHER

-i kinda love how ranpo's biggest obstacle is himself and his inability to accept that he isn't an ability user. if he could do that, they'd be out of the book in a second

-oh. oh atsushi and akutagawa in the same solo infiltration. that's gonna go well.

-i'm so genuinely excited to resume rewatching every time

-akutagawa, my man, do you really think THIS IS THE RIGHT TIME TO KILL ATSUSHI? yeah, "yare yare" indeed, dazai, control your children!

-i know he's our villain, but damn, dazai, show an ounce of attention to akutagawa, i feel sorry for him

-akutagawa and atsushi accidentally finding release and relief through each other shut up i love them :"). be careful, little ones

-the city is about to be destroyed and dazai is playing therapist to kyouka, i love this show

-the little baby strays working together :') (*atsushi and akutagawa)

-akutagawa keeps saving atsushi, lmao

-KYOUKA-CHANNN :")))

-YOU JUST DEFEATED THE HEAD OF THE GUILD, AKUTAGAWA, DO YOU GET THAT

-yesss, dazai praised akutagawa :")))

-he wanted to be sure for the real disaster, he says. s2: an elaborate real-life training arc from dazai to his baby strays. But, my man dazai, what was the fail-safe?! what if the baby strays failed?! i understand it’s all about belief and trust, but, MY MAN, the entire city was at stake!

-ABILITY: CRIME AND PUNISHMENT AKSFJNJKSSG I AM EXCITED (also the fact that dostoyevsky's va is ayato and luocha's va, does not compute)

-I LOVE SEASON 2 SO MUCH :"))) It’s just proof of how a story can be serious and violent and dark and still have a fundamentally feel-good vibe. misleadingly feel-good that is, ‘cause once you take a moment to take in what’s happening, it’s more like, “DERANGED! EVERYONE IS DERANGED!” but in a feel-good way.

-i really like that people stay in the story. that they're not one-off antagonists/allies.

-I wish wish wish i were familiar with more of the actual authors. i don’t think it takes away from the enjoyment if you don’t know them, but when you do know them, the references are like easter eggs and it’s delightful.

[kittlyns]

Coming to the realization that I'm never going to be a fun aunt to my friends' babies because I always feel like I'm losing more than I'm gaining

[rebeccccccaaa]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ _____________________

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’s!ʙᴇsᴛ!ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀ��ɴᴇs ᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hey assholes i'm back for the time being lol. I have a few ideas and fics I'm currently writing right now so do not fret.

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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[maryellencarter]

Soooo I was just now trying to crosspost our new fic to Pillowfort, on the principle of "be the content you wish to see in the world", and it turns out that Pillowfort (1) has literally no HTML functionality at all, so you can't use the AO3 embed code, (2) this is because Pillowfort apparently stripped the ability to use HTML after a kerfuffle in 2018 where it turned out they had completely omitted to sanitize any user inputs across the site, such that someone was able to make their username "signout" and clicking it would sign other people out, (3) when I use the "link embed" function to try to display my fic link and header, it doesn't even show the header, but the first several lines of the actual fic, treating it like an "article" on a magazine webpage or some shit.

Also, their business model is just asking for donations every month rather than selling paid accounts or anything like that, as far as I can tell. Their donation page says they're looking to move towards a more sustainable model, but it's been four years since I joined. Between that and the inability or unwillingness to securely re-implement HTML in the past three years and change, I'm... judging them.

(They're usable on mobile now, anyway, so there has been an improvement. And they did successfully move away from the .io domain where it was illegal to host pr0n, so there's that. Baby steps? :P Hard to know how judgey you should be compared to this sinking trash fire of a place, but I don't want to put in all that effort and lose a bunch of friends just to switch to another sinking trash fire.)

Honestly, I'm still leaning towards Dreamwidth, but without the ability to reblog or host art, it's not much use to me currently. :P

[dailysuna]

Baki headcannons time! I'm writing a fic (it's gotten too long btw) and Baki is a key player. I characterized him as aloof to his charges with a hidden soft spot for them, but that's only because I don't think of him very much. If it's alright with you I'd like to dig into your headcannons more since I don't honestly think of Baki often... But!! I need him now! For my fic! Please send me your headcannons! Also no need to shorten your answers, I love reading them.

Yes, of course! We love Baki in this household. To be honest, I cannot quite remember how our headcanons about him started, attraction to him, adoration for Suna, blatant inability to remember exactly what happened in the first arc of Shippuden. What I do know is I researched him a ton on his Narutopedia page (that website is the Bible) and frankly they had basically nothing on him. There is also very little on Suna itself, so, all of the shaping of what we have made Suna to be came from what we did know about the characters that lived there as well as what we came to believe about those characters.

Baki is described as someone extremely loyal to his village, but knows how to set priorities and is willing to go against what the council has said if that means benefiting the village. This is seen after Gaara is kidnapped and he goes to Chiyo and Ebizo (we stan these two in this household) for their help in saving Gaara. I read into this, a lot, because it was pretty much the only personality trait given to us. Baki recognizes the importance of Gaara, and the rest of the council basically agreed it might have been a blessing in disguise for the village because they still did not like Gaara. Why would Baki, someone just as dedicated to the village as the other council members, not believe the same they did? Its basically a known fact Suna shinobi are willing to sacrifice their friends, family, and lovers if it is required for a mission to be successful. They are willing to make sacrifices, so even if Baki cared about Gaara he would be willing to sacrifice him if that meant saving the village. Honestly, he may not even know Gaara that well in a case such as that. Thinking of that, I knew Baki had to be different from the rest of the council, but how?

I had absolutely all the freedom in the world to develop Baki how I wished, which is actually more terrifying than having no freedom, but when I looked at him, all I could think was that he looked perfect. His skin? Flawless. His makeup? On point. His body? Oh man that dude is so muscular and we all know it. Baki is just walking perfection looks wise so I said why not make him an actual angel? Why not make his personality just as good? Of course, this needed to be justified and I found a way to make that true (I will post the backstory I developed for him some other time).

Because he is the epitome of perfect, he would have thought letting their kazekage die for the village was awful, right? Actually no. Baki's flaw in his perfect persona comes from the fact that he would have grown up in Old Suna, so he would possess the same mindset as the old geezers in the council. He wouldn't think sacrifice was bad because he grew up thinking it was necessary. Then there had to be some other reason he thought saving Gaara was the answer, some way he knew the boy was necessary. That decision would have to come from knowing Gaara and what he was capable of, aka being close to him. Baki would need to know Gaara's motivation, Gaara's skills, just Gaara in general to think that he needed to be saved. How else could Baki have known this unless he got close to Gaara? As I have stated previously, I believed Baki would not pursue getting to know him had he not had a specific type of personality and Gaara would never reach out to make them become familiar with one another as we know.

This led me to develop Baki as I have. A village oriented angel man, who cares deeply for those he once lead. Baki had to be the type of person to be kind and open minded for the 3 siblings to even accept him in the first place. Yes, in the chunin exams arc we see him only ever act seriously and only ever look like he could kill someone with a single glance, but that is because they were on a mission. He went serious murder Baki mode because that's just what Suna shinobi do. What we don't see, is much of any interaction between the siblings and Baki. The way I read this was yes, there was no heartwarming interaction or something to make us believe Baki was an angel, but there was also no disrespect or disregard towards Baki. To me this meant they sre on a mission so they all need to be serious, and because it was still Old Suna they would have been more serious anyways, but that Baki and the siblings had a mutual respect for one another anyways so as not to say anything bad towards him (we do see Gaara was kind of awful to his siblings at the same time so he totally would have said something to Baki if he wanted because little emo baby Gaara doesn't respect authority).

To me, this meant Baki and Gaara, and Temari and Kankuro, had to have built up that respect somehow. This is something I will go into more depth later, but for now I shall simply state the following sentences. Gaara was feared by everyone because of Shukaku so it was clear his siblings, the ones less afraid to stand next to him, were the only option for his team. For their sensei, I'm sure many ninja were given the task but quit it not long after because ALL three siblings were being brats (none of them respected authority). After going through numerous other shinobi, Rasa would have turned to Baki, someone he knew was more dedicated to Suna than most and would have given him the task, stressing that this would highly benefit the village. Baki is someone who serves the village, thinks only of the village's benefits, and only goal in life is to be of use for the village. This would have been a task he recognized was highly important and him quitting as others had would only mean he hadn't lived up to his only goal in life, he would have failed Rasa and Sunagakure. In desperate attempts to not let that happen, Baki would make the best of the situation. After dreading his new job for the longest time but still trying his best to connect with the three so it was more bearable, I believe the siblings would have started recognizing he wasn't planning to leave and despite suffering from their punches and kicks was still trying his best to be educational and supportive. I think that, even if they weren't super close or caring towards Baki at that time, each would, at their own pace, begin to recognize that and respect him, meaning they would slowly stop being as bratty as they originally were. This would make Baki relieved and happy because his job wouldn't be as much of a hellhole as before and he would try even harder to be there for the three even if they did nothing in return or acted as though they didn't like it. The siblings lost their mother at a young age and Rasa was too busy or pressed to spend much time with them so they had likely never had the support Baki offered, and if they did it never lasted long, so they likely would have at least been decent towards Baki until all grew and realized that he had become a wonderful role model and shoulder to rest on for them.

Baki's character has so little development and his actions can be read so many ways, but this was what I chose and both D and E grabbed it up like little goblins. Personally, I believe that unless they were a caring and kind person someone would not be willing to get to know Gaara, who was feared by literally everyone, and thus would not believe he was necessary for the success of the village. So basically, we all see Baki as a relatively open and caring guy who eventually learns to love the siblings unconditionally and becomes their parental figure because they have no one else to turn to, for he is the only willing one and their actual parents are dead.

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× VOL 001 × 04.19.2020 ×

TUMBLR | @bambixxblue AO3 | moonlight_xx

× these hearts adore (every other beat, the other one beats for) ×

WORD COUNT: 10,569

CHAPTERS: 2/?

My Tumblr prompt fics all in one place. Some pining, some angst, but usually always a damn happy ending.

1. peach, curve of an ear, coffee grounds, veined hands, thunder

2. ways to say 'i love you' - 'i brought you an umbrella.'

The writing in this is so exquisite. It feels like cracking open a favourite book on a rainy Sunday morning, when the rest of the world is still asleep. It's comforting and poetic and incredibly heartwarming.

The first chapter takes us along on a sweet little vacation to California, a last hurrah of sorts, before the kids head off to college. It's sweet and peach-soaked and you can feel the ocean breeze against your skin with every passing word. It's the exact brand of happiness our boys deserve.

The second part is an achingly beautiful redemption for Billy. He learns how to let his wounds heal, learns how to let others in, learns how to trust and love. His initial interactions when he meets Steve are so precious and it shows how complex of a person he is, the softness beneath his concrete shell. I will devour any update to this amazing collection.

× the light of day shows me how ×

WORD COUNT: 39,173

CHAPTERS: 7/7

And from Robin, a single picture: the official cast list.

ROMEO MONTAGUE...BILLY HARGROVE

JULIET “JULIAN” CAPULET...STEVE HARRINGTON

Ah, fuck.

(or, Steve and Billy are in ballet school. They're cast in LGBT+ Romeo and Juliet. Featuring mutual pining, angst to fluff, and an Ancient Slavic demon cult. It gets weird.)

This is such a fun read. The spattering of background into the story really carves out the characters so well, choreographing the story in such a way that you fall into their lives without realizing it. You sit down to watch Steve practice his role for Julian and suddenly find yourself wondering if that small stutter you just saw has anything to do with any number of little details you know of his past. You see Billy storm across the studio floor and know that he’s trying to bury something that keeps resurfacing, but he refuses to let anyone help him.

It’s wonderful watching the way the boys play off of each other, pushing one another to better themselves in both their dance and their personal lives. Watching Steve fumble with his newfound and confusing feelings is sweet, hopeful, just waiting, waiting for it to tip over the edge, for the boys to fall into the space they’ve always belong: by each other’s side.

I’ve never done ballet, only watched it here and there in movies and shows, but I fell in love with this story, the way their dances are described, their movements. So if you’ve never been that into ballet, don’t let that deter you from reading this story. It’s so much more than just ballet.

× friends should sleep in other beds ×

WORD COUNT: 13,517

CHAPTERS: 2/2

It isn’t easy being in love with your best friend.

It especially isn’t easy being in love with your best friend if he’s the practical-Godfather of your university.

(or, 'I won't let anyone hurt you; you're safe with me' prompt fill where Steve thinks his love is one-sided but it absolutely isn't. Feat. loving girlfriends and Hawaiian vacations.)

This story is beyond achingly stunning. It’s all whirlwinds and longing and the white-knuckle deathgrip of trying to hold onto something you’re convinced is going to slip away. The deep, binding relationship between Billy and Steve is beautiful and heartbreaking and hopeful at the same time. Both characters have obvious trenches of emotional trauma they’ve had to trudge through to get where they are, trenches they’re still slowly crawling their ways out of.

The words are so wonderfully crafted that I felt the sway and break of Steve’s emotions at the same time he did. I felt the longing, the sorrow, the sputtering flame of hope that just refuses to gutter and die. I want to say I wanted more of this story, but I don’t know if my heart could have handled it. No, it was the perfect length, detailing the long harrowing journey of love and friendship, of finding family that doesn’t come from blood, of holding desperately onto things that are worth the bruises they leave on your fingers.

TUMBLR | @cameorabbit AO3 | CaffeinatedBunny

× Life Is Sweet ×

WORD COUNT: 8,676

CHAPTERS: 4/4

Snapshots of domestic bliss, between loving boyfriends.

(This story will be marked as complete but I will be adding chapters as the muses come to me or when I need a break from some of my larger wip)

This wonderful little collection offers us a sweet insight into the boys' relationship. We get small glimpses into the boys' pasts that add layers to the stories. We get to see little snippets of Steve's relationship with his mother and grandmother. We get to see Billy's insecurities. 

Each story has it’s own little theme, if you will, from baking Christmas cookies to battling insecurities in their relationship. Each story gives us a little more, brings us a little deeper into these boys’ lives, adds that next layer to them that has you coming back to see how they’ve developed. I'm looking forward to any future additions to this collection.

× When I run out of road (You bring me Home) ×

WORD COUNT: 5,316

CHAPTERS: 1/1

The road back to Hawkins Indiana is long and tedious with neither of them really wanting to reach their destination; so to distract them both Billy has a plan to make it as pleasurable for both of them as he can.

Uffda. This was a fun read. Now, before I dive into the review, just a heads up: this is a PWP with dom/sub. And apologies in advance for my inability to be eloquent about smut.

The dynamic between the two was a joy to read. Steve's mannerisms as a baby and the way Billy handles him as his Daddy was fantastic. It's not heavy dom/sub here, but you can tell they've had this relationship for a while. They're both comfortable in their roles and both know exactly what they're doing, and how to get a rise out of each other. But between the power play and the drops of backstory, there's actually some beautiful writing here, too. There were a few lines that I found myself rereading just because they sounded beautiful.

Also, I just have to say... The way Billy handles his own cock... Why do I love that so much? Just little things, too, like tapping it against the steering wheel while he's teasing Steve.

× I'll Keep you Mine ×

WORD COUNT: 3,926

CHAPTERS: 1/1

Billy's forged a kingdom and took an empty throne, and he'll burn anyone and anything that tries to take it from him.

(My Dudes this whole story is pretty much the Grumpy Possessive one claims the Sunshine One - Literally. And I ain't even mad.)

Here we get a gorgeously written tale that spins the events of the Upside Down in a different light. I don't want to spoil what that is, as it's not explicitly stated in the summary or tags, so you'll have to read to find out! This idea could easily be fleshed out into a much longer piece, but there's also something about just getting a small taste of an idea that is very enjoyable.

There is this persistent sense of danger beneath all the beautiful imagery. It's in the pacing of the story, in the way Billy needs to claim Steve. We get enough of a taste of this otherness to want more, to want to see exactly how everything unfolds.

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× Weak Hands, Weak Lungs, Strong Heart ×

SERIES: Strong Heart

WORD COUNT: 2,771

CHAPTERS: 1/1

After the events at Starcourt Mall, Billy is recovering in the hospital and bored out of his mind. The only bright spots are when Max comes to visit.

And then Steve Harrington starts visiting too and that's even better.

There is a very beautiful light and warmth throughout this story. Billy's character feels so accurate, and the way he deals with being in the hospital and everything that entails is exquisitely portrayed here. What Billy has to deal with in the wake of the Mind Flayer grates against his entire personality, but it forces him to step outside of his comfort zone, outside of himself, and relearn how to interact with people, namely Steve.

The thing I loved most about this story is that we get to see these different facets of Billy, facets that maybe even he didn't really know were there, ones he never allowed himself to show because of his father. Still recovering, still being dependent on other people forces these different aspects of him into the world, and it's beautiful. It creates this very special sort of relationship between Billy and Steve that is just so pure and heart warming. I'll definitely be coming back to this when I need a spark of joy.

× Weak Backbone, Strong Convictions ×

SERIES: Strong Heart

WORD COUNT: 3,212

CHAPTERS: 1/1

After the events at Starcourt Mall, Steve starts bringing Max to visit Billy at the hospital.

And then Steve starts visiting on his own.

The sweetness continues with the second part of the Strong Heart series. The events of the first part are retold, but this time through Steve's POV. I've always loved the idea of telling the same events from different perspectives and this did not disappoint. The events may be the same, but you feel them differently than when they were told through Billy's perspective. Though the tone of the previous installation is ultimately uplifting, it's clear Billy is struggling. This part, however, is overflowing with hope, which only adds to the already beautiful feeling of the last piece. Don't think that because you already know the events that will take place because you read the last part that you shouldn't read this one. It's beautiful and moving and there are moments added that would be a shame to miss out on. I really hope this series continues, because it is wonderfully uplifting, but it stands strong all the same, just as it is.

× T(h)ree Mistakes ×

WORD COUNT: 4,559

CHAPTERS: 1/1

It’s their first Christmas in their own apartment and Steve reluctantly tasks Billy with getting the tree.

Mistakes are made.

This is a great read for the holidays. Billy's tree-getting adventures brought back so many memories of going to the tree farm down the road from our house as a kid and making a day of trying to find a tree that didn't look like trash and wouldn't break the bank. The feel of the story is cozy and sweet, like a warm and sleepy holiday morning. The kids, now teens, make a short but fun appearance that really makes this story feel like it's about found family. 

This story is like coming home, rounding up all of your best friends you haven’t seen in ages, and making a night of the holidays. It’s sipping eggnog, the lights turned down low, and listening to the sweet croon of gentle music somewhere in the house. This story is comfort and happiness and love. Now I want some hot apple cider...

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Are you willing to write a Stucky with a child that has Cystic Fibrosis? If so, can it be a domestic fluff? Like Bucky finds the kid and they remind him of Pre-serum Steve so he and Bucky take them in. Thank you if you can. (I'm sorry just want to see a CF character in a fandom I love)

Hi dear!! I was very nervous to write this as I wasn't very aware of the symptoms of CF. I went on a lot of medical sites and I think I have the information right? If not I am so so sorry and I will redo it!! Also I'm going to make their child a daughter but feel free to switch up the pronouns!  -Selenophile

Cystic fibrosis is a genetic condition, which means that it is something you are born with. Cystic fibrosis is known to cause your lungs to produce extra-thick, sticky mucus. This mucus builds up and clogs your airways. Side effects include persistent cough with phlegm, postnasal drip, wheezing, shortness of breath, inability to exercise, as well as poor growth and low body weight despite a good appetite.

Y/N reads the doctors note every day. When she was younger, she didn't understand one word of it. At two years of age she would hand over the card to the family that had high hopes of adopting a little girl. They would usually leave without her. Her housemother, Mrs. Hamilton, always played it off as a different type of superhero form the comic books. Not a lot of adults want superhero babies. It was so easy to believe that. Now she’s 18. She getting released into the real world Luckily, her friend offered her house just till she can find a college to stay at.  Y/N had to learn the hard way that adults don't want a sick kid.

“Hey kiddo” Mrs. Hamilton said, her tone soft like silk.  “You read that dumb note everyday. It means nothing.”

“It apparently does. No adult wanted me in my 18 years of being here.” Y/N retaliated. 

“Don't think about that. They didn't deserve you anyway.” 

Y/N sighed and picked up her tote bags. “I’ll miss your kindness, Mrs. Hamilton.”

“You have my number if you need me.” 

“I know”

They shared a long tender hug. Y/N pulled away once she felt a little tickle in her throat. The tickle sadly turned into a whole fit. 

“Hey, if you ever need me to pay for your Bronchodilators, please text me. I don't mind.”

“Of course Mrs. Hamilton. Ill see you around.”

And with that, Y/N made her way down the stairs. This place, so familiar, was now going to be apart of her past. She remembers running all around with her “brothers”. Patiently eating dinner with her “sisters” was the best. Even exploring the world with their gender-fluid and non-binary siblings was so exciting. Mrs. Hamilton and her always had the best talks. Mr. Hamilton helped with her homework. So, so many memories from this place. She’ll miss it.

The outside world was so much different now that Y/N was out on her own. She took her meds this morning, so that once gross, pollen-infested air didn't even bother her anymore. Her brave feet carried her away from the place she used to call home. The first order of business before heading to her house of 2 months though, get some lunch. Wendy’s has a pretty amazing salad and it was only 2 blocks down. Lucky for her, 2 blocks was her walking limit. Off she went.

That's where Bucky and Steve were enjoying a lovely lunch as well. Steve had a hamburger, and Bucky had some chicken nuggets.

“Alright dear” Steve said “Check Wendy's off your list”

“Already did. I think its pretty good! Not my favorite though.” Bucky replied happily. 

The newly-founded couple have been going to one fast food place a week to introduce Bucky to different types. Any fast food restaurant one could think of, they're going. It was a mix of a date and bringing Bucky up to modern times. It was good for them.

“Bucky, all you get is chicken nuggets you should branch out.” 

“Leave me aloneeee I love my chicken nuggets”

They giggled together, and returned to eating. That's when Y/N walked through the door. She was already panting. Not even realizing, she passed the two men who would change her life. 

Y/N stood patiently, waiting to order. Bucky watched her. Her small, skinny stature reminded him so much of young Steve. Even the way she panted after walking in. Steve would do the same.

“Who are you looking at my love?” Steve questioned.

“Oh, the girl on line. She reminds me so much of you. Skinny, Small, I heard her panting. Look she's coughing now too. What was it called?”

Steve turns around and smiles “Bucky she's cute but what's your point?”

Bucky jumped up “I'm gonna talk to her!”

“That's cute love but please come back id like to enjoy our date before our next mission”

The long-haired man nodded, skipping happily over to Y/N. Just as he was approaching though, an older man came behind her and snatched her wallet. Bucky was ready to pounce, but Y/N was first to it. She was so weak, so she flung right off with a simple push of the man.

“Hey doll, you alright?” He asked softly. 

She nodded weakly, already shaking. Steve rushed out the door to follow the man.

“That's my boyfriend, he’ll get your wallet. Why don't you sit with us? I’ll get your lunch! What would you like?”

Y/N looked up at him. “I-I” she took a minute to wheeze out a cough “T-that's too kind of y-you.”

“Please its my pleasure! what would you like?”

Y/N tells him a simple Caesar Salad. He happily picks her up, along with her stuff. Bucky told her where she was sitting, and she made her way.

This is so weird. Y/N thinks to herself. She takes a seat regardless through, watching the tall blonde walk towards the shorter brunette. She sees her wallet and feels at ease. 

“She’s either a runaway or an orphan whos turned 18. We need to take her in” Bucky whispered into his ear. 

“Or she's just heading off to college? I cant put a girl a risk” Steve whispered back. 

“Please Steve. She reminds me so much of you. She cant survive out here one her medication runs out. And to be honest? She seems like she has a low dosage the way she's still wheezing and coughing like that.”

“One day James. If she changes my mind in one day, we can keep her”

Bucky happily kissed Steve's cheek. He carefully grabbed the salad and took it to the girl. 

They ate together rather happily. The couple learned her name was Y/N. She’s and 18 year old girl who just came out of the system, just like Bucky hypothesized. To sum up her condition , she showed them the note - which was only kept for nostalgic purposes - which made Steve feel connected to her more. 

“So no one adopted you because you have Cystic Fibrosis?” Bucky asked

“No one wants a sick kid”

Steve sympathized. “I used to have CF too. Once I got the super solider serum I never had to deal with it again. I understand where you come from though. Being constantly underweight and small, also no matter how hard you try you cant become better at exercise. I get it.”

Bucky took Steve’s hand and kissed his cheek. Y/N smiled, continuing to eat her salad. She didn't even question the fact that he was Captain America, she understands how it feels to be bombarded with questions. 

They managed to convince Y/N to stay for the night. She fought them on it, telling them they were being way too nice for a girl who was about to ruin their night. Bucky continued to tell her to shush it, while Steve was having a change of heart.

It was a good night. They watched TV together, enjoyed a lovely home cooked dinner, talked some more about each other and even played some old timey board games. Y/N had the time of her life. No way on Earth would she do this with any other adult who offered her help. Since Steve had a similar experience and Bucky helping him through said experience, it gave Y?N the confidence to take the offer. She never regretted it

That one day became one week. That one week became one month. The one month became a year. Steve and Bucky were there every step of the way. Convincing to ask the little web slinger Peter Parker out to prom, taking said prom pictures, helping Y/N with homework, taking her on cool adventures. The day of her high school  graduation they gave her the gift of a car. She gave them the official title of Dad. When the papers for official guardianship were clear, it was the happiest day of the trio’s life. 

Now, its the night before Y/N goes to college. Her bags were packed. Her small, cozy bedroom looked so vacant now. Her dads were cuddled up on the couch.

“Got any room for a jellybean?” She asked softly. 

“Yes we do! Always!” Bucky cheered happily,splitting apart from Steve. The small girl jumped in, which was a big mistake since she was already taking deeper breaths. 

“Did your school accommodate for your CF?” Steve asked, giving her a big fat kiss on her cheek.

With a giggle, she replied “Yeah dad, They put me in the closest dorm to the classroom. They also put me on the lower floor on the dorm building. AND Peter said he was gonna help me out.”

“You and Peter are too cute, I'm happy he takes interest in you”

“Thanks Dad 2″

Y/N leaned right into her dad 2 where she was scooped under the chilly metal. Steve got up, moving to the fleshier side of his husband. Yes, in the year Y/N lived with them, they finally got themselves together and got married. Y/N was Bucky’s maid of honor, and she joined in on the couples first dance. 

They watched the stupid soap opera that was on late at night. all three of them couldn't even keep up with what was happening.

“Dads, I love you” Y/N blurted out. 

“Woah kid, you better catch your breath, because we love you too.” Bucky responded as Steve reached over, playing with the girls hair. Her happy giggled gave Steve and Bucky the message: they changed this girls world.

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XV The Devil

Please try to keep in mind that the devil not necessarily a "bad" card. None of this is good or bad, it just is. The devil will come across as malefic and maybe he is but he is functional in the story of our destiny. He makes the story interesting for sure.

The devil represents addiction, suffering, lust, wanting, greed, neglect, abuse, deception, extortion, toxic narcissism, anger, the things that bind us with chains and cause us pain. Toxic relationships in general, especially abusive romantic relationships. Relationships affected by drug addiction. Aspects of life affected by these problems that are very human and very commonly dealt with in the story.

The Devil rules the Earth. That is the conclusion that Martin Luther came to and i don't disagree. The Earth rewards corruption and the spiritual realm rewards virtue. That's why successful people in the Earthly sense are not necessarily virtuous and can cause a lot of problems for others.

We can offset suffering for ourselves and others by being mindful. Self care and consideration for others goes a long way here. If we remember to care about each other and care about ourselves we can get a grip on these concepts. Love all, trust few, hate none. Help others but make sure you are taken care of. Connect with other humans and show each other kindness. Virtue always wins in the end because the spiritual realm is very powerful. It is a struggle and it can be hard to shake the devil off.

At the end of the day, I think we have a better understanding of right and wrong than we let on... sometimes it's just necessary to ignore that conscience because the earthly realm requires certain things for survival and our feelings can be very troublesome also.

Usually we hurt each other either because we are trying to survive or if we are vengeful because we feel we have been hurt. Some people do seem to want to cause harm without reason, but these are the exception rather than the rule, I believe. I also believe the more kindness and consideration we show each other, the more we will see in others in the world. We all matter. Each and every one of us can make the world a better place. Start with yourself. If you make your day better, that is still making the world a better place for you at least because you are experiencing joy and you deserve to experience joy. If your cup is full, you can pour out to others. If your needs are met, you are more able to meet the needs of others. Don't think of poverty as a lack of resources and stuff for you as much as an inability to help others. If you can't cover your own expenses you can't help others. We need to pray for financial stability and work towards the goal so that we are not a burden on our friends and family and so that we can help others when they struggle from time to time as we have been helped. Everyone has been cared for at some point. No baby survived without being fed by an adult. Not to get too far off on a tangent, I just think these are things to think about when it comes to the Devil. Suffering is inevitable. If I'm not suffering I want to help someone who is because when I am suffering I will need help. If I help you I help myself. We are all sharing an ecosystem. The fact that we are not alone makes life more fun and those that we care about give us purpose.

Again, the Devil, not necessarily a bad thing. He is always there. I like to look at things from a more neutral perspective. Fear and hatred is not going to get us anywhere. What might actually help us along is understanding. Someone did once say to me "the most valuable thing in life is an understanding". now i don't necessarily know about all that, I'm sure I would rather be blissfully clueless about certain things just fine but i absolutely cannot survive on Earth without oxygen so idk... I get what he meant, though. So many things are swept under the rug because we have this shallow understanding of it and we think we know when in reality if we would keep an open mind we have a better shot at mastering ourselves and our manifestation of our reality as a result of operating in a way that is mindful of the shared experience as well as the more individual experiences that we are all going through to make up our personal story.

I have a little extra time and a little more philosophical mindset, so writing a tumblr blog gives me a chance to share some knowledge, share some insight, share some of my life for those that are curious. This is something that is beneficial for my overall satisfaction in life right now but also it could offer some entertainment for someone who is bored and looking to read someone else's thoughts. I might share a fact or a viewpoint that someone gets something out of. This is functional, positive, mentally healthy for me and someone else might get something from it. What does that have to do with the devil? I feel it's through simple things like this that the devil will ultimately lose. I believe in humanity. I believe that it is sick and twisted but there are also those of us that are more self aware and more aware of the situations of others that offset the work of the devil. When we care about each other we have an effect that counteracts the works of the devil and we suffer less.

Be Kind.

The devil is everywhere.

Balance must be kept.

It can't be all Tanqueray and unicorns.

I also want to mention that I have not entered into a pact with the devil. I would never do business with the devil. I prefer to work from the standpoint of being on the same team as the spiritual realm, which is at war with the devil basically. Everyone wants our souls. Those that love you or maybe just dead people that like you will reach your soul from the spiritual realm while the devil works from a place of darkness where corruption is rewarded.

Am I good witch or a bad witch? I'm a good witch. I want to lessen the suffering of others if I can while still making sure my cups stay full. I do my shadow work but only for self mastery. I do my best to put light energy out there, to show people love and kindness. I'm not perfect but I try to keep my practice in check and manifest my reality with a very intentional approach.

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( it's been a while since we properly talked but know that you're still a valued friend of mine, like it's been so nice chatting with you on and off. esp about cats cuz they are fluffy babies.

I will also add it's very neato to see/read whenever you work on your cosplays? like the effort you put into it is visible n grand and it's always a treat to see. And in terms of writing Sonia it's just so detailed, with the thoughts regarding her country, family and traditions it's always neato to read n my mind just keeps popping up with memories of the posts so they've stuck with me. I also find it cool that it seems that you always seem to know what you want to write, but that could just be my impression of things. I do hope things are going well for you and we can write again soon uwu )

Unprompted OOC asks - Accepting (as long as you aren't trolling)!

Seventh, thank you so much for your very kind and heartfelt thoughts in this message. They are so wonderful to read! You too are a valued friend of mine and even though our fandoms are diverging and we can't always thread together, I still love what you are writing and sharing about your muses. I also have new photos of my hairy baby, Princess Molly: she's pacing around my desk as I write this.

To be honest, I've been concerned for awhile as to if this blog, and my muse, are just...I don't know, boring? Or if someone has written with me for awhile they're just less interested because I want to keep writing a single muse blog instead of a multimuse? It doesn't help that, while I never post them (I block/delete, always), I do receive plenty of anonymous hate about my portrayal. That I focus too much on Sonia's talent mostly, or that I don't want to write some of the more popular fandom romantic ships for her (mostly Sonia/Chiaki. I love their friendship but I don't see them as a romantic couple). What I think is that a lot of the fandom really wants and/or appreciates Sonia's 'dumb' moments, such as her sheltered past and inability to understand current trends and colloquialisms equates to her being stupid, a bimbo, etc. That's never the stance I wanted to take with her: instead, I wanted to give her what a contemporary royal family, education, lifestyle, and background might look like (though it's composed of both fictitious royal stories and real life history and current events).

That said, it really means a lot that you enjoy what I write here for Sonia, both in threads and headcanons. Between feeling like I'm boring my mutuals or that I create friction in the RPC due to my headcanons and writing style (multi para/novella isn't for everyone, but it's how I like to write and what I enjoy reading from my writing partners), there's been several instances when I've contemplated just quitting tumblr, or picking up another muse I may or may not want. I'll never run a multimuse blog for several reasons, but in general I tend to write one muse and their universe until I'm completely exhausted of plotlines and/or writing partners and then move on.

And speaking of ideas and plots...Seventh, most of the time I have zero idea what I want to write or am going to write. Having a good friendship and communication with my writing partners OOC helps a lot with this (especially when we can send each other random stuff and not expect an immediate reply: work + life + other hobbies often prevents me from doing this), but memes and specific prompts are ideal besides pre-plotted threads. Sometimes I'm feeling a certain theme or mood, or a series of quotes just resonates with me, and that helps guide what I want to do. I'm the worst person for unexpected/unprompted IC starters and headcanons, both sending and answering. I usually have to get inspired by something on the dash or some sort of media. I'm glad it looks like I know what I'm doing (because I'm usually flying by the seat of my pants!).

Finally, thank you so much for your feedback regarding my costumes! It's been hard to see myself in some of them recently due to weight gain and aging, so I'm trying to take better care of myself. I actually have costumes for and/or will be dressing as muses from at least three different mutuals' blogs this year (and rewearing some of my Sonia outfits. Talk me out of doing the anniversary/prom gown, please), though I haven't really shared most of them. Maybe I should?

My next big event is debuting one of my Penelope Featherington costumes for the upcoming Queen's Ball: A Bridgerton Experience this month! I'll probably do one more new Penelope gown before switching my Bridgerton costuming focus to Francesca Bridgerton: they're my two favorite heroines in the Bridgerton series and star in my favorite books from the series, so I'd love to do them justice. After that, it'll be time for fall cosplay events and conventions (and Halloween). I really enjoy historical-based costuming and fancy dresses, probably far too much.

This got a bit long-winded but, tl;dr, thank you so, so much. Your words mean so much to me and I will save this to reread whenever I've feeling down about my writing, interactions, and/or portrayal.