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luvvyouforever · 1 year ago

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rhys and john keats - modern au!rhysand x college student!reader ❥

↳ reader can barely handle the weight of college but rhysand is there to pick her up and help the pain.

↳ so self indulgent it hurts. set in a modern age where reader is a college student but rhysand is still high lord? idk honestly. mentions of stress, self doubt, comfort, crying. my day-to-day life essentially.

↳ requests are open! check characters in pinned post and link for requests is in my bio :)

the living room of your shared apartment with rhysand is a sight to behold. papers, printed copies of poems, books, pens, highlighters, and three energy drinks enclose you in a circular shape. it's horrifying and the sight is not eased by your messy hair, dark circles, and tear-stained cheeks. the semester was getting to you, clearly.

three papers were due for one class in the next two weeks. six quizzes were on the agenda and you had easily ten multiple page texts to read before class at 9am the following monday.

it had never been this stressful before but your time in college was coming to an end and that only ramped up the amount of work you had to complete. your final few semesters were certain to end you and you'd never get to walk across that stage to receive a blank page of paper which would eventually be replaced with your actual diploma. that's how it felt, at least.

minutes full of agony passed until you heard the familiar flapping of strong wings on the balcony. you didn't move from your sitting position as rhysand sauntered into the room, smile so wide it reached his violet eyes.

"my dear y/n," he whispered. his voice was so sweet that another tear forced its way out of your eye and down your cheek again. he must have sensed it, the stress pouring down your bond, or maybe he could somehow smell the salt of the tear as it dripped onto the page in your lap. he knelt down to meet your face and he pouted. "what's going on, darling?"

for the first time that night, you tore your gaze away from your work and met his eyes. "there's too much," you mumbled with a watery voice. "i can't do this."

he made a click with his tongue while examining the piles of work on the floor. his fingers lifted the assignment prompts and poems and syllabus requirements. more tears fell and you silently cursed each and every one of them.

"why can't you do it? what's challenging you?" he asked gently. it was not meant to condescend but he was trying to figure out how to help you in the best way possible.

"i feel like the analyses i'm coming up with are dumb, i don't understand the lines, the rhyme scheme is stupid, and i don't know what my thesis is for a moronic paper on keats should be. it's stupid and dumb and i'm stupid and dumb."

rhysand moved his hands to your cheeks before you could even react and pulled your face to meet his strong eye contact. his purple eyes bore into yours and he poured liters of reassurance down the bond. that mental claw in his head brushed against your mind in a calming manner. "do not say words like that, my love. you are so intelligent. and you're fully capable of managing everything on your plate."

you sniffed, feeling pathetic in his strong gaze. "i don't feel that way, though. i don't know how to deal with this stress, rhys. it's impossible. it's like this huge tower looming before me and i'm being asked to climb every single step in the best possible way or else i'll be pushed off of the top."

rhysand breathed out a sigh and his hand found your own. "i'm gonna help you climb that tower, okay?" he grabbed a brightly annotated copy of a keats poem and read over it.

"have you even read keats? or dickinson? do you know what a thesis statement is?" you asked. there was a bite to your words but it didn't faze rhysand in the slightest.

"of course i do, love. what do you think i do in my spare time when i'm not being an expert ruler? there's a small section i had put in the library, down on one of the lower floors, and it's full of human books. there's anthologies of authors, textbooks on writing, math theory, whatever you want, it's there. and i've perused it all. this poem-" he held up the printed keats "-is one of my favorites.

"so, the way i interpret this poem is that in order to withstand and stay strong in the face of suffering, we should indulge in poetry, beauty, and art. don't you think so?" he began to recite some lines which resembled this theme and suddenly, it all made sense.

he did that two more times with the other texts you had to write about. everything connected when he taught it and read it. you now had three outlines completed with well-developed thesis statements, annotated stories and poems for discussion, and three out of six quizzes were completed.

"thank you," you said, pouring as much love through your bond as you could. "really, thank you. this means so much to me."

"of course, my dear. shall i put on a sweater vest and glasses and replace your professor from here on out?"

you giggled and finally stood from the floor. the two of you walked into the kitchen to begin making a nutritious, filling dinner with your favorite velaris-sourced wine. "i would absolutely take you up on that offer if it didn't mean everyone in the class would be vying for your attention."

rhysand's arms wrapped around your midsection while you prepared food for dinner. his head leaned forward so that his mouth was by your ear. "i only have eyes for the smartest person in class."

can you tell i'm an english major? this is all very self-insert, i read the keats poem i talked about like two weeks ago :p

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar series #rhysand x reader #rhys acotar #rhysand acotar #rhysand #rhysand fluff #acotar x reader #acotar fanfic

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arom-antix · 16 days ago

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Aaaaand we're back. Sadly. Of course we are. More @thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai bs! Notice how that @ leads nowhere? Well, that's the topic I'm here to add to the situation about.

For those who haven't been following this situation, here's a link to the TL;DR post of it which includes links to everything else.

Anyway, let me actually get straight to the point for once: Samurai changed their URL. And blog name. And description. And removed their original pinned post. And did all of this on seemingly all their socials. Her new URL (and username on other platforms) is @thegayfigureskatingagenda, so if you see that URL, now you know who's behind it.

(Sidenote because I'm petty: I just gotta say her new description including "Too old for fandom drama." is rich coming from her but I digress).

To catch some concerns from the off: Isn't it mean and witch hunting to chase her around the Internet? Shouldn't we just let it go? And to that I ask: Would you let a criminal who hurt your friends go just because they left the country and changed their name? Of course you wouldn't, and I won't either. People should know that Samurai is running from accountability. She hasn't apologised. She hasn't done anything I've seen to make things better with the people she's hurt. To her credit, she hasn't posted anything obviously stupid for a while, but she's barely been posting at all, just reblogging stuff, so I'm not gonna give her points for that.

But what if this is her attempt to redeem herself? Well, she might have better success if she apologised. It doesn't have to be a big public sobfest, she could just privately reach out. But Arom, what if she has, and you just don't know? Well, she certainly hasn't apologised to any of the multiple victims I'm in contact with who have also publicly and thoroughly exposed her on multiple platforms. If I was Samurai, I'd probably start there. Even if my motivation was entirely selfish, getting them to stop calling me out would be my primary goal which means I'd still start there. So. You know. If she's apologised, she's sure prioritised her time poorly.

So, if this is her genuine attempt at redemption, she better start doing some apologising. That's all I want. For her to apologise and do better in the future. Not either or. She must do both. Regardless of how perfect she might become in the future, I still won't stop putting pressure on her to own up to her mistakes and apologise to those she's hurt. Because they deserve it. I don't care that it's hard. I don't care if she "needs time". The victims have been waiting for way too long already. Do better.

And I'm sorry if I seem extremely quick to judge her, but to be honest, she's given me very little incentive to offer her the benefit of the doubt and trust her ability to change for the better. If you think that's mean, go read the post linked at the top. Go read all the posts. And remember as you read that she has not made a single direct response to this. If we were getting it all wrong, all she had to do was explain herself, but she has failed to do that repeatedly and has instead decided to run from her problems by changing her name. And I, for one, don't aim to let her get away with it. She must at the very least apologise before I'll even consider letting her move on and this be a thing of the past. The victims aren't gonna magically forget Samurai's mistreatment of them just because she wants to move on. Plenty are still hurting. Don't let her get away with thinking that running away is a viable option.

And Samurai, if you're reading this, it's as I said before: It's entirely up to you what I do next. Own up, and do better, and I won't ever breathe your name again. You'll be free. But keep running, and I'll keep chasing. It's up to you.

#arom antix #yuri on ice

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imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese · 24 days ago

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Burrito

Wherein Eris and the Drifter drink some water in the dark.

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

*** Content Warning: Mature/sexual topics, nudity, post-coital bliss, after-sex logistics. ***

(While this story is not explicit, it contains post-sex softness, snuggles, and emotional vunlerability. No actual sex depicted but the characters are not wearing clothes and various aspects of sex are discussed. Please choose to read or not depending upon your own preferences.)

Eris' body shuddered again and she made a soft, almost kitten-like, sound. “Can't stop shaking.”

The Drifter chuckled from beneath her. “Those are some damn fine aftershocks,” he whispered into her skin. “I’m just gonna hold on and ride these out with ya, ok?”

She cooed and stroked his hair, the glow of her three eyes the only light in the room.

“I don't know if we'll ever get our timing that good again but we absolutely should try to do that again because that was really, really good." He spoke in reverently, holding her close in a tangle of naked limbs.

She pulled him into a soft kiss.

"There…” He stared out into the dark of the room, dazed. “...there really ain’t no high like love,” he whispered. “We really are something else together.”

He looked back at her and ran a finger along her cheek to make a swirl in the paracausal tears from her eyes.

Her entire body trembled again.

He held her close, drunk on delight at each of her shudders.

“Mmmm… hard to t-talk.”

“Yeah I expect so. We done fucked your brains right out ‘o your head.”

Eris put her fingertips against her forehead between her three eyes and made an exploding motion with her hand.

"Poof!" she whispered before shivering against him again.

He watched her with a mixture of awe and pride.

“You are so beautiful when you're a hot sweaty just-fucked mess it blows my mind.”

She put her fingertips against his forehead and repeated the motion. "Poof!"

They giggled together under the blanket and shifted, her head resting just under his, her lips mumbling incoherently against his collar bone, his hands clasped around her waist.

“Know what I bet you'd like right about now?”

“You.” Her voice was half whisper, half sigh.

“Ya already have me, this is somethin’ you don’t currently have, but you could.”

“Just you.”

“Yeah but what if you had me… and a glass of cold water.”

“Oooo… Mmmhmm.”

“But there's a problem.”

“Hmmm?”

“To get you the water I'd have to leave the bed.”

“Nooooooooooo.” She cooed softly and clung to him, pinning him down.

“I know, I know but, at the same time, water.”

“Water.”

“So” He got up on one elbow, and started to slide her off to the side, keeping her under the covers. “I'll be right back.”

“Do not go.” She commanded him in a whisper and pulled him back under the covers with her.

“Can’t get you the water without leaving the bed, lover.” He kissed her lips. “You want the water, right?” He kissed her again.

A disappointed moan escaped from her into his mouth.

“Let me go get you water, Moondust, I won't be long.” He kissed her nose. “Trust.”

“Very well.” She mumbled from the covers, releasing him.

“Ooo floor's cold. Where's my boots?”

Eris’ arm rose up from the blankets and she twitched her fingers. Her Ahamkara bone floated in through the doorway to her hand. She gestured to a corner of the room and the glowing orb floated over to hover over top of, and illuminate, a boot.

“Well that's one of 'em. Wait, I see the other one. How in hell did they get on opposite sides of the room?”

"Poof!" Eris said softly from the bed.

She flicked her fingers and the glowing ball of soulfire floated back out of the room.

“All right you beautiful mess,” He reached out and pulled her fingertips to his lips. “Be back before you know it.”

She squeezed his hand and then released it, pulling her arm back into the blankets like a bog slug in the Athenaeum disappearing into the mud. The light from her three eyes provided him enough of a glow to see her blowing him a kiss.

He stopped a moment, his brain temporarily short-circuiting, a half smile on his face. Then he blinked and blew her a kiss back before backing out the room.

. . .

The Drifter paused every few feet along the corridor, picking up another article of clothing one of them had removed from the other and left on the floor. He couldn't have stopped smiling even if he wanted to, and he did not want to.

The red light from his ghost greeted him.

“Hey,” Drifter said softly, picking up the last of their clothes and putting the pile on the galley table.

His ghost followed and floated above the table as he began to fold their things into separate neat piles.

“We’re going camping tomorrow. I have a favour to ask you.”

The ghost emitted its single tone in acknowledgement.

“Go figure out where the fuck all the camping shit is in this heap so you can lead me to it in the morning. Fuck if I know where I put it. Tent, sleeping bags, fishing shit, the card table and folding chairs, wherever the hell that got to, and the cast iron kettle. The one with the hook that goes on the fire. That one is for her so it’s a priority, although if you can’t find it we can just boil water in a pot and that’ll be fine. She’d like it though. It’s for her tea. Can you… can you try and do that? Please?”

The ghost glowed brighter, unused to him talking like this, asking please. It made the only noise it was capable of to acknowledge it had heard him, but it also tilted sideways and opened its shell slightly in what could only be surprise.

“I’m gonna ask her if I can move her to the other room. If she says yes, you stay outta my room. I’ll clean up there myself later. That’s personal. You got that?”

The red light from the ghost moved up and down in a nod.

“And wake me up an hour early, ok? Just me. Let her sleep.”

The ghost emitted its single tone once more and lowered itself back down onto what was now a neatly folded pile of Eris' clothes.

“Yeah, I know, you like her. I like her too… a lot… more than I ever liked anything ever.” He paused, his eyes unfocusing for a moment before returning to his ghost. “Listen... She ever tell you to do something, you do it… got that? I don’t care what it is or if it goes against something I told you. She says do it, you do it, alright?”

The ghost emitted its tone and wriggled deeper into Eris’s clothes.

. . .

He returned to her with two glasses of water.

“Ok beautiful, let's sit you up and get you hydrated.”

“Mmmm…” She drank the water hungrily and held out an arm to wrap him with her in the blanket. He snuggled in.

“Now there's another problem we're going to have to troubleshoot, oh three-eyed woman of my dreams.”

“Mmmm?” She slid her legs on top of his and pulled him in closer with her heels.

“Contrary to what might be popularly believed, I do not actually entertain company in my bed very often and, as you have seen, it is not particularly large. We can fix that in future but, if we go to sleep now, one or probably both of us is ending up in… the wet spot.”

Eris wrinkled her nose.

“But I do have a solution. I was gonna surprise you with this later on but it is a practical solution to a problem we currently have.”

“Oh?”

“On the other side of this ship is a bed in a room I cleared out so you could have a space on here that’d be just for you.”

The glow from her eyes illuminated the confusion in her face.

“Its got a couple desks in it, and some shelves for books, and a box for you to keep shit in if you so desire. So when we go off doing whatever wacky field trip shit you end up decidin’ we’re doing, whether it’s burnin’ egregore or diggin’ up bog slugs or whatever… or in case you were ever unexpectedly spending the night or tired or sick of my shit or just I dunno, wanted to lie down… I didn’t want you to feel pressured to be in my bed unless you wanted to be… so I set you up with one of your own, in a room for just you to do… whatever hive shit or Hidden shit or any other shit you might ever want to do by yourself when you’re here.”

His words sped up as he talked. She reached out a hand and placed it on his chest, feeling his heart beat faster with anxiety at this confession.

“You… made a room for me… on your ship?”

Heartbeat increasing.

“Derelict’s a long haul freighter. I got lotsa rooms.”

Deflecting. Minimizing.

“But yeah, that one’s yours. I was… I was hoping you might spend more time over now that all that other shit is done… and I figured giving you a space would make that easier… give you an excuse to stay longer sometimes.”

She reached out and placed her water glass on the table beside the bed. "I did not expect this.”

“I hope that’s not me assuming too much. And, like I said, I wasn’t gonna tell you about it yet, but that bed does happen to be delightfully dry right now with clean sheets that aren't all sweaty, and we could relocate there for the rest of the night.”

Pulse increasing. Anxiety. Words tumbling out.

“You made a room for me on your ship.”

“Yeah.” He swallowed more water and put the glass down on the floor. “Way too soon for that I know but...”

She pulled him into a long slow kiss, reassuring him with her lips until his heartbeat slowed and she felt him relax.

“You fear the intensity of the love you feel for me,” she whispered, their faces less than an inch apart. “You fear it is too much, too soon, the ache of your need for me, too deep.”

He blinked, his mouth half open, trying to form words, his eyes wet.

“Do not be afraid,” she whispered, “Your affection is accepted as it is, without alteration. Your trust is cherished. You are loved.”

He shuddered, buried his face in her neck, and began to sob.

Eris ran her fingertips in circles along his scalp. Gentle. Soothing. Calmly accepting his tears. Feeling them slip against her skin, trickle in amongst her scars.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled into her skin.

“No.”

“No?”

“Do not attempt to take back the gift of your tears. They are precious to me. Especially these. These ones are happy.”

“Yeah, yeah they are.” His ragged breathing was hot against her tears-wet skin. She held him close. Gradually his breath became more even, punctuated with soft kisses along her shoulder.

“So.”

“So?”

“If we do decide to relocate to your room, we have another problem.”

“And what is that?”

“To get there we'd have to go through the ship, which is a bit cold.”

Eris made a disappointed sound and pulled them both deeper into the blankets.

“But I got a solution for that too, if you're willing.”

Three glowing green eyes watched him, listening in the dark.

“Do tell.”

“It involves me wrapping you up in the blanket to turn you into a Moondust burrito and then carrying you to the other bed.”

She gave a small laugh.

“You game for that, lover?”

She picked up the glass from the table and took another sip of water. “I am unused to being carried anywhere.”

“I know, and I expect that if I was ever ever foolish enough to try to carry you without first askin’ your permission, you would probably break my fingers.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“But, in this instance, I’m guessing your legs are probably marshmallows right now. And while you are a one hundred percent fully certified badass perfectly capable of walkin’ on wobbly legs, you are on vacation right now and you don’t have to. If you let me carry you, you can stay warm, in those there covers, and then we could cuddle in your room and sleep there till morning… up to you though.”

“Hmmm… I’ve never been a burrito, never mind carried as one.”

“Is that a yes?”

“I suppose it is. May we bring the water?”

“You’re in charge of carrying the water. I’m in charge of carrying you. Deal?”

“Deal.”

#destiny 2 #drifteris #eris morn #the drifter #the drifter/eris morn #drifter/eris #ao3 #fanfiction #writing #burrito #dinner for two series #imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese #spicy #cs member writing

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worlds-worst-ships · 7 months ago

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This will be the last time I explain this.

Hooo boy, am I glad I set my expectations low, because this is really starting to blow my mind. So I'm gonna need you to put down your bubble tea, take your hand off your dick, and pay VERY careful attention.

Its come to my attention that some of you are only SORTA reading my pinned, so you'll probably find this post linked right at the top of it. Turns out most of you skip the last two paragraphs, so I'm gonna repeat what I said there for I believe the tenth time right here, in big bold colourful letters with jingling keys so you get it.

I am the most out of touch person in the world. I didn't grow up online like you did. I didn't start actively using social media until I was about 16-17. I barely watched TV shows. I know NOTHING about most of the characters I post, as such, I DON'T CARE IF ANYTHING ABOUT MY POSTS BOTHERS YOU.

Well, I'm glad you asked, loser. Lemme put it this way...

I talk to a lot of people on this account, and soooometimes they feel a little uncomfortable with certain topics being made the subject of the discussion on my posts. Maybe because of past trauma, or perhaps they just don't like it. I'll give an example...

Ten seconds later...

Face it, guys. You're defending fictional teenagers to a guy who neither knows or cares about the ages, religions, sexualities or anything about the characters he posts. I grew up climbing trees, building forts, messing around in quicksand and playing single player video games. And in the process, you're making my other followers, particularly some of the more reserved ones, feel very uncomfortable.

So I'm not doing this for me, I'm doing this for them.

Not to mention... they don't even exist. They're drawings. They're not real. Sorry if that hurts to read, but again, I grew up very differently to you. I have an absolutely huge disconnect between cartoons, movies and reality. They're completely seperate for me.

"BuT wHy dOnT yOu rEsEaRcH-" SHUT UP. I'M NOT DOING THIS TO DO HOMEWORK. I FINISHED HIGH SCHOOL AGES AGO.

Oh yeah, and before I get people crying in the comments, "WAaAaAaAh, yOu'Re dEfEnDiNg iT, iM gOiNg tO tElL On YoU"...

No. You're not. Because lets face it, if you genuinely believed it was wrong, you wouldn't be reblogging it to all of your followers too, multiple times. Because deep down, you know they're not fucking real, and that I have no clue about half the stuff I post because I don't revolve my life around it.

I'm not asking you to like everything I post. All I'm asking is that you keep your weird shit to yourself. It makes people uncomfortable. And if it really bothers you that much, find the block button and fuck straight off 🖕

#you are the result of over 500 million years of evolutionary success so fucking act like it #shipping #crackship #shitpost

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hillerskalibrary · 2 years ago

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Event poll results!

(summary version)

So last week I opened a poll to check what kind of YR fandom events you guys wanted to see and the respondents were... how shall I put it... "very excited" is most applicable I think? ;)

Because I'm a nerd who likes to analyze the results but also doesn't want to chase her entire following away, I'm going to make two result posts:

This post, where I will summarize the results as succint as I can, and address some of the remarks and suggestions that I received. I'll also make a conclusion on what I would suggest to do - feedback on that is certainly welcome!

A second post (which I'll link when I finish it, most likely tomorrow or even after cause I'm slow as fuck) with some more graphs, percentages, observations, cause I don't know shit about statistics but that won't stop me from having fun with it!

Fair warning - it's pretty long. I just find it easier to explain a little about the decisions I'm (not) taking, both to invite discussion and because I don't want this to be a black box blog that does whatever and you never know why. That being said...

Ready? Let's go!

RESULTS

I received 72 responses, 36 writers and 36 readers.

The top 3 most wanted events by READERS is: Big Bang (89%), Theme Week (86%), and Weekly Challenges (83%). The event they were least excited about is Author Interviews (56%).

The top 3 events writers most want to PARTICIPATE in is, in order: Author Interviews (69%), Theme Week (64%), and Fic Exchange (61%). The events they DO NOT want to participate in are Author Interviews (25%), very closely followed by Big Bang and Advent (both 22%).

READERS were (very) slightly more excited about a Wilmon theme week rather than a general YR week. WRITERS clearly preferred a general YR week. For both groups, a YR women week comes in third, and rarepair week is fourth.

All types of weekly writing challenges suggested scored similarly.

(I know some of these seem contradictory, which I why I'll make the second post explaining how I calculated these rankings and why -for example- Author Interviews are both the most AND the least popular event for writers ;) )

SUGGESTIONS

A lot of people wrote in suggestions, which I was SUPER happy about (I closed the form now but if you have any more, please just hit my inbox or DM me at @hilliska). A few people also offered to help, which I'm definitely gonna hold you to when decisions are starting to get made! ;)

Many people were excited about possible collabs between writers and artists.

"What about a "finish your draft/wip" or "write a new chapter on a wip". I have so many languishing WIPs…" I think this is an EXCELLENT idea tbh - though we could incorporate it in the big bang by allowing wips as well. Also, as an FYI, there is also a (non-fandom-specific) Finish Your Shit-Big Bang that takes place every year (though this year's round is close to posting already) ;).

"I’d also love to see more Podfic in this fandom, but I don’t know how that could be an event." I have zero experience with podfic but this does sound (ha!) like it could be fun. Maybe someone has experience with this from a different fandom? (honestly I'd love to experiment with this so hmu)

"Authors sign up to take one shot requests or readers get to write a prompt. Or if readers could submit or vote on prompts or something? Or readers submit a song and author writes a one shot based on a song. Something like that where readers can be involved too :)" We could also easily incoporate this in a big bang - do a prompt bang or a reverse bang (fic based on art) for example? Or maybe involve readers in the weekly challenges, by suggesting tropes/words/... ?

"Write a comment on a fic-week!" Yessss!!!! I am like... 95% sure there is a tumblr-wide event for this already but I can't for the life of me find it. So I could signal boost that or yeah, we could just pin a day ourselves :).

"Group chat/watch" I'm afraid I'm not the right person to organize this kind of thing, but if you've been thinking of doing this and you were afraid no one would be interested - this is your sign!! ;)

"live writing event" Same as above - though I do think there's some discords where this happens already?

"Some sort of collab, where authors get to write a fic together." This could definitely be fun! There is currently one that originated on Twitter called Unlabeled - I don't know all the writers but I recognize at least @yourdemiurge, @skydragon05, @1-life-to-give, and @in-amor-veritas. Which obviously doesn't help if you're a writer wanting to collab, but at least there's people with experience in this fandom ;).

"Maybe a poetry week?" I don't even write poetry but I'm obsessed with this suggestion. Could also be a writing challenge? Not sure about a whole week either, but there's World Poetry Day in March so maybe that can be a mini-event?

"Something not fic centered? Like fanart, edits, cosplay etc." This is one of those things that I'm throwing out there for other people to run with, maybe, because. Well, I'm a writer and I know fic, but I really don't know much about the rest... Which is not to say I don't want to (help) run anything like this because it definitely could be fun, but it's a little out of my wheelhouse. But maybe @youngroyalsfanartarchive can help or knows people who would?

And now what??

Consider the below not as a definitive list but as a stream-of-consciousness conversation starters, so don't hesitate to send me your thoughts.

I will definitely do a Big Bang. Prompt-based or art-based or wip-based or something else remains to be decided, but this will happen. It will not happen NOW, however, because we don't know when season 3 will air. Big Bangs are big events, they ask a lot from writers, and if the s3 premiers at any time between signups and publications, it's going to make everything more difficult. But there was sufficient interest by writers to participate, so once we got a s3 date I want to put a timeline on this.

I'm talking with people about a possible YR women's week. The general/Wilmon week scored higher in the polls, but since we already had that in spring I'd like to switch it up a little.

I would like to do *something* for the anniversary of s2. Don't want to go regular theme week for this because of the above possibility, but maybe the not-fic-centered event could be good for this - we could do favorite episode/favorite non-wilmon character/... which are things that non-content-creators can also participate in by writing a short paragraph, reblogging gifsets/art of that episode/character, ... "Finish your wip" would also be a good one for this though :)

The people behind the 2023 Secret Santa will not organize one this year, but I don't really want to jump in that, necessarily, because there's enough other possibilities and they might be back. But a Valentine fic exchange could maybe work?

The advent calendar idea drew mixed reactions (maybe because it's less well known?) and while I do think it could be fun, there's enough other things that people are excited about, so I'm putting it in the freezer for now.

The weekly challenges also drew mixed reactions - both readers and writers were excited to see them happen, but only a third of writers said they would definitely/probably participate. Then again, half of them said they would POSSIBLY participate. Maybe because it's an ongoing thing, so they don't want to promise they'd participate EACH WEEK but only sometimes? So I'm not sure about this (also because it would significantly up the time required to maintain the blog). So I'd love more feedback on this to see which shape or form you guys would like this to take.

Fic recs scored solidly in the middle of the possibilities for both reader and writers. I wanted to include it because I was curious, but I'm a little hesitant to really do something with it, mostly because it often ends up being a popularity contest and. Well. We already know how to sort by kudos/comments on AO3. So I'm curious to hear other people's experiences on how to maybe circumvent that.

The Author Interviews were the most contested event - even (or rather *especially* among writers (and I secretly think it's hilarious the most wanted event by writers is the one that doesn't require them to write at all :D). I do think it could be fun (though I admit this is a format mostly geared towards writers) to help other writers to find other people to collaborate with, find betas, learn about different writing processes, ... And a self-rec feature would allow for fic recs without the popularity factor. So I'll most likely run this as a (bi-)weekly feature alongside the other events.

#young royals #library managment #this took me way too long jc #I promise there will be graphs but it'll be later. okay? ;)#and again this is a conversation starter #please let me know what you think

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l0velyrand0m · 8 months ago

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Old Soul - The First Avenger

This is the second chapter for my captain america/bucky barnes fic (full story on wattpad, l0velyrand0m). Posting the second chapter to see if i get any interest, if so i'll continue posting, but the main story is linked below.

The first chapter is also pinned at the top of my blog <3

"Hey there, grumpy," Bucky said, finally catching up to Eliza as she strided confidently down the street. "Mind if I walk with you?"

"Screw you, Bucky," she retorted in reference to the "grumpy" comment. She wasn't grumpy, she was pissed off. And she had every right to be.

"Maybe later," he replied, making her scoff. "Look, remember earlier when I said you were twenty-four? So he couldn't control you? Same goes for him."

"But I'm protecting him, Bucky," she strained, tears threatening her eyes. She sucked in a deep breath. Elizabeth Rogers didn't cry. "There's a difference. He's gonna get himself killed."

And then it hit him. Why Eliza had been so adamant about Steve's enlisting. About his lies. About his sacrifice. She was scared to lose him like she'd lost the rest of her family. And to an understandable extent - she would be alone.

"Lizzy, look," Bucky said softly, taking her hand in his. "It's gonna be okay. I swear to you. They're not gonna take him. He's not physically capable of doing that. But if you don't take this position. You're gonna regret it."

"I know," she sighed. "He'd be mad-"

"No, Liz," Bucky stopped her. "He's gonna be so proud of you."

Eliza raised her head and looked at Bucky in the eyes. Her own brimmed with hot tears that threatened to spill. Her lip trembled.

Bucky took her in his arms as she let out a small sob. "I can't lose him too. I can't lose either of you."

"Neither of us are going anywhere, doll. You gotta believe in us."

•••

"Welcome to camp, Miss Rogers. I'm Chester Phillips," the colonel said as he took Eliza's hand, and shook it firmly.

"It's an honor, Colonel," she replied.

"This is Agent Peggy Carter, she's here to supervise the division."

"Basically, I'm your boss," she said with a genuine smile. Her accent caught Eliza off guard at first, but it was certainly nice for the ears. "But somehow I think you'll be the only other competent person in this camp."

The Colonel walked away, leaving Peggy and Eliza to walk to the different tents.

"As the division's mobile nurse, you'll hang around me and take care of the boys as you see fit," Peggy explained, handing Eliza a clipboard with some personal files on all the soldiers.

The two girls came up on a line of soldiers waiting for their orders.

"Recruits, attention!" Peggy yelled, grabbing everyone's attention. "Gentlemen, I'm Peggy Carter. I supervise all operations for this division."

"What's with the accent, Queen Victoria?" one of the men shouted, a sly smirk on his mouth. "I thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army."

"What's your name, soldier?" Peggy requested, calling out the special soul in the crowd, this made Eliza snicker quietly. She'd gathered enough information on Peggy in the few minutes she'd been talking with her to know what was going to happen to the guy.

"Gilmore Hodge, your majesty," he said sarcastically.

"Step forward, Hodge," Peggy instructed. And he did so, smirking. "Put your right foot forward."

"Hmm," he hummed. "We gonna wrassle? 'Cause I got a few moves I know you'll like."

Peggy punches Hodge hard in the face, causing him to physically inch back a couple paces, clutching his nose.

"Agent Carter," Colonel Phillips says as he drives up.

"Colonel Phillips," she greeted.

"I see you're breaking in the candidates. That's good!" he turned to Hodge, who was still very much in shock from Peggy's surprise introduction. "Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line at attention 'til somebody comes tells you what to do."

"Yes sir," Hodge apologizes quickly, running back into line.

Phillips now turned his attention to the recruits in line. "General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons, but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best men..." Phillips trailed off as he noticed one of the men were shorter, much more frail looking than the rest. Eliza felt a pit grow in her stomach as she looked down at her clipboard and sifted through the pages.

Steven Grant Rogers

Brooklyn, New York

07/04/1918

Her head shot back up as she scowled at her brother, making dead eye contact as Phillips spoke. He finally took notice, cringing as she burned a hole in his head with her angry gaze.

"But every army starts with one man," Phillips says, catching Eliza's attention again. "By the end of the week, we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of Super Soldiers."

•••

"Are you crazy?!" Eliza reprimands as she follows Steve to his barracks. "What the- What did I tell you? Did that whole angry outburst mean nothing to you Steve?"

"It meant you don't believe in me."

"Oh for Christ's sake, stop doing this. Stop putting words in my mouth. You're being very unreasonable right now."

"Sometimes I wish you would swear, so I could tell how you really felt."

"Oh trust me, I'd get us both kicked out of this camp if I was swearing right now. I can't believe you!"

"I don't wanna hear this."

"Well you're gonna!"

"Rogers!"

"What?" the twins said in unison as they turned to look at Peggy Carter.

"Agent Carter, I apologize," Eliza spoke quickly.

"Me too," Steve added.

"Okay.. Elizabeth, come with me. You.. off to wherever you need to be. Bye now," Peggy waved him off. "What was that?"

"Nothing. Unreasonable patient," she shrugged.

"I can tell the Colonel to have him sent-"

"No! Well..." Eliza had to think about her next words very carefully. Or there was a good chance she wouldn't be speaking to her brother any time soon, and not just because he was now in the military. "No. It's fine. I'll speak with Erskine about it later. What did you need?"

"Hodge is in the infirmary and requests that you look at his nose," Peggy said with a roll of her eyes. "He's fine, I didn't punch him that hard."

Eliza chuckled, "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be over there as soon as I can. Thank you."

"No problem," she replied. "We leave in about fifteen for a bit of running practice for the men. You have to come to make sure none of them keel over and die."

"One of em might," Eliza muttered bitterly.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. Gotta go attend to the crybaby, I'll see you in ten."

Eliza rushed to the infirmary tent, ducking through the opening to see Hodge complaining to one of her assistant nurses about his nose and the tiny trickle of blood that trailed down his upper lip.

"Gilmore Hodge, my pleasure," Eliza strained. Ever since his little theatrical performance, she decided she didn't much care for Hodge.

"How-do-ya-do, doll?"

The term felt weird hearing it from his mouth. The last person to call her that was Bucky. Whom she was beginning to miss ever since he left after their walk only just about a week ago.

"It's Nurse Rogers, for you, Hodge. Please," she told him.

"How about Lizzy? Liz?"

"Absolutely not. We're done here. Shut your mouth before I get Phillips to send you home. Got it?"

"Spunky. I love it. We'll talk soon, Liz," he says as he got up and walked out.

She was livid with the man. The audacity to take her name. Her nickname from Bucky, and drag it around so carelessly. Somehow, it hurt much more than she expected it to. Bucky was her best friend, and basically an older brother to the two. When he told her not to let anyone call her any derivative of "Liz" or "Lizzy" back when he coined the nickname in the first place... it made her want to punch Hodge. Right where Peggy had before.

But she didn't have time to chase him down just to scold him. He'd enjoy that. And she wasn't going to give him the time of day.

She took in a deep breath, packed her kit, and headed towards Peggy in the jeep next to the starting point of the recruit's run.

"So how was Hodge?" Peggy asked. "Dream man?"

"I'll kill him myself if he doesn't do so in the trench," Eliza chided.

"Oh damn," Peggy smiled. "I love your attitude. I can tell how well working with you is gonna go."

Eliza smiled at Peggy with a feeling of worth.

This was the start of a wonderful friendship.

•••

"That flag means we're only at the halfway point," Sergeant Duffy explained, his voice extremely loud. Eliza wondered how his vocal cords still worked at this rate. "First man to bring it to me gets a ride back with Agent Carter. Move, move!"

Eliza sighed. "Don't worry," Peggy said, leaning over so she was heard. "No one's come close to getting that flag in 17 years I've heard. No one's getting a ride back with us."

"Rogers! I said fall in!" Sergeant Duffy yelled. Eliza whipped her head around to see her brother pull a pin at the bottom of the pole. The pole toppled over, the flag brushing against the ground about seven feet from him.

He strolled over, unhooked the flag, and handed it to Sergeant Duffy (who looked as if he'd seen a ghost) with a small "Thank you, sir". He climbed in the car and sat on the other side of Peggy, who was grinning uncontrollably and watching the Sergeant's reaction with glee.

The others continued running off, and the car drove away.

"Smartass," Eliza mumbled. Steve caught her word however, and his face dropped. He leaned back in the seat and let his hands fall in his lap.

"Don't let her get to you. She doesn't like anyone in this division," Peggy told him. "That was rather clever of you."

"Thank you, ma'am, but I don't think that's why she's upset with me."

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neptuniadoesstuff · 5 months ago

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HorrorTober (G0r3/Spook) + MO: Month | Day 2

TW/CW: Bl00d/G0r3 (a censored out human brain) & Cannibalism (well soon to be Cannibalism but still)

If you don't know what this is, well.... It's part 2 (timeline wise) of Day 1. & yeh it's kinda rough on the edges but I wanted to finish this that day so I can post it today.

(Btw NOT gonna post a link to the uncensored cut of the i,age bcs frik u I ain't gonna get murked by someone reporting this EVEN THOUGH I PUT WARNINGS IN LIKE ON TOP)

Note: I DO N O T SUPPORT CANNIBALISM OR THE MYORDER/EATING OF SOMEONE! THIS IS ALL FOR A EVENT IM DOING THIS M O N T H .

<<< First Day (Day 1) | < Last Day (Day 1) | Current Day (Yur Here lol) | Next Day (Day 3) > | Final Day (Unknown) >>>

Credits

Character belongs to Rayark & Archpray

Art is mine.

Program: IbisPaint

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

#neptuniadoesstuff #art #mo: astray #Jeremiah Greenbel (MO: Astray)#TW/CW: Gore #CW/TW: Cannibalism #HorrorTober #MO: Month

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elprupneerg · 5 months ago

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i just realized i should probably make a pinned post. i've got an about page, but that only shows up if you visit my blog url directly (and is also out of date lmao).

you can call me elprup or elprupneerg on here. some of my mutuals know me irl so they know my irl names and might use those. if i don't know you irl, kindly ignore that lol.

i use any neopronoun. yes even the one you just made up in your head now. yes even the misspelled one you used while attempting to use one of the more common sets of pronouns. i will also accept use of they/them, but i'd prefer if people used me to practice neopronouns so that they can get used to those in case any of their friends comes out and prefers a specific one. just do your best and i'll be super happy that you tried <3

i'm a mid 20s college student in the midwest united states. i've probably shared enough on here to make it obvious where Exactly in the midwest, but i don't feel comfortable putting it directly at the top of my blog. if you wanna dox me you have to dig for it <3

i'm disabled and may have trouble remembering to respond to any asks/dms/other notifications. its not you, its me. memory problems and brain fog are the name of the game, even when i'm not stressed from classes. i still enjoy messages! i just might not remember to answer halfway through a conversation.

i don't have any money. i can't help you. i'm sorry.

various links and stuff:

buy me a coffee: https://ko-fi.com/elprupneerg

i was on cohost (long live eggbug!). not gonna link it here since i'm not sure how that will work when the site shuts down at the end of the year, but i was elprupneerg on there too. once i know how archive link stuff works i'll add one here

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i can't really think of anything else to add. thanks for reading!

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fourseasonsfigs · 2 years ago

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Squat Bands Zhe

Ah, this fig. Just when I think that I can't be surprised by any fig maker, they come out with this jewel of a fig.

The machine translation for this fig is hilarious. Let me introduce you to Superbuy's auto translate feature:

I opted not to use that fig name translation as the fig post name, and only time will tell if I regret it or not!

Moving on, here's the inspiration behind this inspired fig:

Now I will say I have done these before, and they are brutally painful, so kudos to our strong and athletic Zhang Laoshi.

Much like his namesake, this tough guy stayed strong during shipping and there was no breakage at all!

Don't think I don't absolutely love the Air Jordan logo with the juzipi, because I sure do.

Also love the moons in his eyes and the utterly delightful expression. Zhang Zhehan Fengzi indeed!

Just in case anyone doubted what on what fandom this fig maker belonged to, here we have it right on his shorts!

All I could think of when having this fig at enormous size up on my screen as I adjusted the exposure level was, please don't let my husband look over at my screen. Not that I have anything to be ashamed of, because I don't! But there are just times you'd really rather not explain things.

Tangentially, I'll say I'm impressed at how the fig maker executed on those workout bands. Nice crisp and clean execution on them, much like Zhehan's form on these squats.

It doesn't help my undercover intentions that I keep giggling every time I look at this fig!

Oops, there's a bit of overspray between his ear and the shirt. But let's be honest, no one is gonna be looking up at his neck.

Oh interesting, the factory put a little groove in the leg so they could fit the band around them. Makes sense!

And now we're back around!

I don't even know which Gong Jun figure I'm gonna pair this one with.

As a side note, I like how the fig maker modeled his shorts to have some motion at the bottom. We can definitely tell he's in motion, squatting away!

Not much to see from the top...

...and from the top back side, well, we see a backside...

This fig just came in a plain white box, so no box art here, but the card looks great! Zhehan is there sweating, surrounded by workout gear and ... a bowling ball and pin? Interesting!

Material: Resin and a whole lot of effort

Fig Count: 264

Scene Count: 19

Rating: Stay Strong, everyone!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#junzhe #zhang zhehan #woh cast #word of honor cast #shl cast #figthusiast

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itslenagain · 2 years ago

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(I'm too lazy to keep linking every single post at the top so I'm just gonna link part 1 & the previous part from now on, will add next buttons as new posts are published. Not 100% sure how many more posts are coming but I'm really enjoying writing this!)

[ Part 1 / Part 7 ]

*Content note for discussion of pregnancy loss & infertility*

PART 8

Bev *hates* Wyoming.

She's rushing through the airport to her gate, dialing a number as she goes. It hits the voicemail box. "Peter, it's Beverly. Arm the alarms and don't let anyone in. Call security if you have to, and have your PR people at the ready. I'll explain later," she hangs up, swearing under her breath. Of course Joanne would get on the damn plane using Bev's connections. She must have used one of her personal credit cards in an attempt to keep Bev off of her trail. But Bev's connections mean a heads up when someone who is definitely not her uses the name "Siobhan O'Donnell" to bypass airport security.

(Cheyenne, 7.5 years ago...)

"Ahh, there's my beautiful woman!" Peter exclaims, embracing Bev as she steps out of the car. He gives her a quick peck on the cheek and takes her hand.

"Hey, stranger," she winks. "How's city counsel?"

"Oh, the same as ever. Taxes this, potholes that, and did you hear who's sleeping with their secretary this time?" He lets out a sarcastic laugh. "How goes it for," his tone changes to a cinematic, smooth tone, "Beverly Jones, attorney at law?"

"Well, it has been insanely busy. We just opened up the new Reno office."

"Wow! That's 3 states now, right?"

"Yes! And I've got some great attorneys in mind to help staff it." She smiles. "Once it's all set up, I can stay here in Cheyenne with you, full-time."

Peter turns to face her, putting his hands on her waist. He's tall, solidly built, a tinge of premature gray streaked through the front of his brown hair. "I can't wait," he says, kissing her slowly.

Bev and Peter met in college back at UCLA, but in the end, Peter returned to his home state - Wyoming. He loved the city he grew up in, and couldn't wait to raise a family here.

"I hope our first child is a boy," he says, a glimmer in his eye.

"Well, the most important thing for me is that, when it happens, we have a happy, healthy child, whether they're a boy, a girl, both, neither." Bev smiles. "But... I did always imagine myself having a daughter."

(Athens...)

Hera and Kimberly are packing up. "Where do you think they went?"

"I have no fucking clue," Hera says. "She literally *never* talks about him. I don't even know the guy's name!" Hera stops as a realization dawns on her. "I know who might be able to help, though."

(Cheyenne, 7.25 years ago...)

"Peterrrr, how's it hanging?" Peter walks in to the office, surprised to see the governor standing by the door. "Mind if we chat for a minute?"

"Sure, uh, what about?" He closes the office door behind them.

"I hear you've been considering stepping back from the counsel a little bit. What's going on, man?"

"Well, my wife and I are trying to conceive," he says, a proud smile growing on his face. "I'm going to be a dad, Bill."

"Hey, that's incredible!" The governor smiles. "I'm just worried that in all the excitement, you're forgetting about me."

Peter feels the back of his neck grow hot. "No, sir, I'll never forget what you've done for me."

The governor sits back in his seat. "Good. That's what I thought. And it's a good thing, too, because I'm here to collect."

A cold chill rushes up Peter's spine. "...what do you want?"

"I heard through the grapevine that a senate seat is opening in your district. You're going to run, and you're going to win. And as long as I am satisfied with your voting record, nobody needs to know how a poor boy from rural Wyoming went to college out-of-state with no loans and somehow grew fabulously wealthy in such a short period of time, on a public servant's salary, no less." The governor puts a button pin on Peter's desk that reads, "Peter Jones for Senate." He smirks. "Call me if you need any advice, Peter." He exits the office.

Peter puts his head in his hands and weeps.

(Amsterdam, present day...)

Kimberly dodges through the bustling crowd on the streets, trying to keep up with Hera. The pair duck into a dark alley, making sure nobody sees as they turn the corner and approach an empty coffee house. The outside of the building is covered in grime, and the sign that should read "Geöffnett" is missing both E's. Hera and Kimberly duck inside. Hera approaches the dimly lit counter and enters her order on the kiosk - a blueberry-cinnamon-toasted almond espresso shot made with extra water, a squeeze of lemon, and salted caramel foam. Kimberly gags. Hera smirks in her direction.

A light appears behind the counter, and suddenly, a hidden door opens to reveal a long, dark tunnel. Kimberly and Hera follow it downwards. They soon reach a thick, steel door. Hera knocks 6 times. The door slowly opens.

"Heeeeeeey!" A woman with choppy dark hair and an undercut rushes out to embrace Hera. "It's been a while!" She turns to Kimberly. "Is this who I know it is?"

Hera laughs. "Yes, this is my girlfriend, Kimberly. Kimberly, meet Athena, the Goddess of knowledge."

(Phoenix, 7 years ago...)

Peter is on edge, incredibly frustrated. He made his own bed when he got involved with the governor in the first place, now he has to lie in it. Figuratively, and literally. He told Bev he wanted to take her on a vacation for their anniversary, traveling from Phoenix to Los Angeles.

In reality, he's using the trip to tell Bev about his run for senate, and has several business-related stops to make on the trip.

In the hotel room, Bev is ecstatic. She's planned this day for a long time. She wears the dress she wore the night Peter proposed - a sleeveless black satin slip, long white gloves, pearls. She feels like a red-haired Audrey Hepburn. Bev looks in the mirror and rubs a hand over her belly. Nobody else knows yet. She smiles. This is what she wants, more than anything else in the world.

"Bev, are you ready?" Joanne calls from the next room. Joanne is visiting family, and agreed to give Bev a ride to the restaurant so she could surprise Peter when she got there.

(Amsterdam...)

The room at the base of the tunnel is filled to nearly bursting with computer servers. Multiple large monitors read out security reports, maintenance reports, efficiency reports.... Kimberly feels like she stepped into a spaceship, its quirky captain clacking away at the keys on a massive supercomputer. "This is incredible."

Athena scoffs. "It's all older model processors. Still impenetrable, but slower than I'd like. Makes getting kicked out by a hypervigilant security program slightly more possible." She's seated in a massive chair. She wears a black hoodie, a cat eared headband, fingerless mesh gloves, and short black pleated skirt over stripped stockings. She's adorable, Kimberly thinks.

"The reason why Zeus is so moronic is because when Athena popped out of his forehead, she took all his brains with her," Hera giggles, giving a playful tap on Athena's nose. Athena sticks out her tongue at Hera, then returns to typing. "She's been in the mortal world for longer than I have, and she can find out just about *anything.* Hell, most of the time, she already knows."

"I mean, I think I'd be failing as the Goddess of knowledge if I didn't literally have the knowledge," she says. "Now, I know you're trying to track down the estranged husband of that depressed bisexual lawyer."

"...damn, you're good," Kimberly laughs.

"His name is Peter Jones. Not hard to find info on him because he's a US senator. Born & raised in Wyoming, studied poli-sci at UCLA, leans conservative, popular in the polls. Oh, and he's shady as fuck."

"I already hate him," Kimberly rolls her eyes. "Do we really have to go save him?"

"...I mean, my plan was literally to just be there to support Bev. *Do* we have to save him?"

"Umm, you might want to consider it, since if he goes down, the people he's in bed with will probably come for Bev!" Athena chimes in. "He's at his house in Horse Creek. I've already hacked the airlines to get you a flight out to Cheyenne, you'll have to book it by car after that." Athena turns to Hera, growing serious. "You should be ok as long as you take the flights I booked for you, but Zeus is very close to escaping Hades, and he is PISSED. Be on guard." She cracks open an energy drink and continues to clack away at the keys. "That guy is a dick, Hera, and I'm so glad you finally figured it out."

"That Zeus sucks?"

"No, that you're gay. I called it, like, 8 centuries ago."

(Phoenix, 7 years ago...)

Bev approaches Quiessence, stunned by the beautiful gardens. She walks through the yard towards the private table near a massive brick oven. Peter is seated there, wearing a crisp white button-up shirt with a navy tie and slacks. She feels her cheeks flush as she approaches the table. After 5 years, she still feels butterflies when she sees him.

Peter is on edge, and Bev recognizes it immediately. She gives him a quick peck on the cheek, and sits at the table. "Is everything okay?"

"We need to talk." He takes a deep breath. "I... I did some really horrible things, Beverly." He pauses, runs a hand over his head. Bev looks at him, searching for some hint of what's coming. "Not just illegal. Immoral. People died because of me, families, little kids! And I got paid. It's a lot of money, Bev. It was a long time ago... I've been keeping it hidden, but someone very powerful found out about it, and I have to do what he says or he is going to expose me."

"...what did you do?" Bev feels sick to her stomach.

"It's better if you don't know. You're already in danger because of me. Just know that if anyone found out, we'd both be completely ruined." Peter takes a nervous sip of water. "Beverly, I'm so sorry. I wish I could go back and talk myself out of it." Beverly remembers all the sleepless nights, the times Peter has gotten drunk and cried uncontrollably for hours. It all seems to make more sense, and yet, she's never been more confused in her life. Her stomach is in knots.

Bev reaches a hand across the table. "Peter..."

He cuts her off, head down. "There's something else. The person who knows about my past, he's holding it over my head. He wants someone he can use in the government." He looks up at Bev, eyes watering. "I'm announcing my senate run later tonight. He's meeting me later on. I need you to find a reason to not be there."

"I..." Bev is at a loss. She doesn't understand. Just 30 minutes ago, she was imagining their future, their child. Now, she's struggling against the fact that the man across the table may as well be a complete stranger. Her head is spinning.

She looks at him, looking deep into his eyes. She peels back his layers, one by one, until she sees it; a glimpse, a hint of the man she has loved since meeting him all those years ago. They're still the American dream. They're a family. No matter what, she trusts him. She picks up the empty wine glass set on the table and smashes it, cutting a deep gash into her palm in the process. Sharp pain shoots through her shoulder down to her fingertips. "I love you," she says to Peter. He rushes to her side, a concerned look on his face. She waves him off. "I'll be fine. Now I have an excuse to not be there tonight. You go. I've got this handled. I'll catch up with you later. I want to talk to you about something, too." A waiter notices Bev bleeding and rushes over to help, shouting for someone to call an ambulance.

Bev looks at Peter and waves him off again. He looks at his wife, the woman he would give anything for. Every piece of him wants to stay with her. He walks away, tears running down his face.

(Washington Dulles International Airport...)

"Alright Jo, you've made your point. I will tell you *everything,* but I need you to pick up the phone and do not go to Peter. You think you know everything about me, about my marriage? You have no fucking clue. Listen... I'm sorry I shut you out. Give me a chance, Jo. I'm about to board my flight, please, I'm begging you, wait for me in Cheyenne, at the office. I will explain it all to you. No more lying, no more hiding."

(Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean...)

"What do you think is going to happen when Zeus gets back?"

"He's going to come for us."

"What are we going to do?"

"Stay the course. I still want to move on the divorce. We're so close to making it happen."

"....and what if he doesn't accept it?"

"...."

(St. Luke's Hospital, 7 years ago...)

"Your heart rate is through the roof." The nurse has a worried look on her face. "How did you hurt your hand?"

"I broke a glass... miss, my stomach hurts, really badly." Bev feels sick. "I'm 9 weeks pregnant."

"Have you seen a doctor about the pregnancy yet?"

"No, my first appointment is on Tuesday..." Bev can barely focus. Something is wrong. "You need to check on my baby."

The monitor beeps as the blood pressure cuff finishes its cycle. The nurse keeps a steely expression, but Bev catches a moment of panic in her eyes. "Ma'am, we're going to get a doctor in here, right away. We will check on your baby, but I'm going to try to help you too, okay? My name's Gina, I'm going to take good care of you." The nurse takes Bev's arm and begins prepping to place an IV port. "Is this your first?"

"Yes, my husband and I...." suddenly, everything starts to get really dark. Bev can hear voices calling her name, calling the doctor, an alarm, something called a "code blue." Then, there's nothing.

(Cheyenne...)

Joanne turns her cellphone back on. 26 missed calls. She listens to the voicemails, then takes the SIM card out of the phone. She stumbles up the steps to the Cheyenne office, exhausted. But, she still has a mission.

She goes into Bev's office. She inhales deeply. It smells like Bev. There's years of history inside these walls. They've worked on so many cases in this office together. This is going to hurt Joanne just as much as it will hurt Bev.

Joanne pulls the fire alarm as she casually exits the building, a blazing fire raging in the space that once held Bev's second busiest law office.

Shortly after, Bev stands outside and watches, speechless, as the fire department struggles to contain the fire. The building's janitor lies under a tarp on the street, waiting to be carted away to the morgue. The fire is threatening several nearby structures. Bev is always a step ahead, in every situation.

Now? No. She was not prepared for this. She did not even imagine a world where this might have been remotely possible.

(St. Luke's...)

A monitor beeps in a steady rhythm. The IV matches it with its drip, drip, drip. Bev feels a tight squeeze on her arm as the blood pressure cuff inflates. She opens her eyes. Everything hurts. Something is seriously wrong. She tries to sit up, but she can't. She cries out in pain. In the corner of the room, her clothes are in a plastic bag. Her gown is ripped in a jagged manner, like it was cut off of her in a hurry with scissors.

Someone in the hall hears her, and gets the attention of her nurse, who rushes in. Bev is sobbing, it all hurts so bad. "Beverly, it's me, Gina. I'm going to get you something for the pain, okay sweetie? The doctor is going to come talk to you soon."

Bev uses all the strength she has left to look up at Gina. "Is my baby okay?" The nurse's lips form a tight line. Her eyes fill with pity. Bev screams. The world turns black again.

(Cheyenne...)

Bev has been sitting on the ground for what feels like years. The remains of the building that housed the Cheyenne office are still letting off smoke in some places. The firefighters continue to investigate the scene, ensuring the fire is out. They suspect arson. Three people are dead, eight are seriously burned, four have carbon monoxide poisoning. The fire spread to the buildings on either side, one of which was an apartment building. Bev watches families, some with small children, call relatives, tears streaming down their faces.

Kimberly throws a blanket over Bev's shoulders and sits down beside her. Hera is talking to the firefighters.

"Seven years ago, I had an ectopic pregnancy. I was under severe stress at that time in my life, and the tube ruptured. The surgeon couldn't stop the bleeding, and they had to perform an emergency hysterectomy to save my life." Bev is numb. Her voice sounds dead and flat. "Nobody even knew I was pregnant, not Peter, not...." her voice trails off. Kimberly wraps an arm around her and hugs her tight. "I had to quit doing adoption cases. I couldn't handle watching families being built when mine was destroyed. I lost my baby. I lost the chance to try again. God, I don't even think I would've tried again if I could've." Bev is silent for a moment. "And I couldn't face Peter. I called him when I was at the hospital and told him it was his fault. And even though I've been hiding from him all these years... I always loved him. And he never stopped loving me, either. Maybe our relationship looks strange from the outside, but it's real."

Hera comes back. "I told them about Joanne. They're going to start looking for her."

"Good," Bev says. She looks up at Hera. "Once we finish your case, you can have her job if you want it." She laughs, wild and unhinged. Kimberly and Hera exchange a look of concern. Kimberly motions towards the empty liquor bottle by Bev's feet.

"Bev, honey, let's go get some rest. We can talk more in the morning." Hera and Kimberly each put an arm around Bev to help her stand. The trio hobbles off towards Bev's Cheyenne apartment. There are still so many things that need to be done.

For now, Bev needs rest, and Hera and Kimberly will do what they can for her.

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You are a divorce lawyer, the best in your field. You have just received word that you will representing the Greek goddess Hera in her divorce from Zeus.

#creative writing #writeblr #writing prompts #writing #catgirl athena #lesbian hera #divorce #lesbian #fuck zeus #lawyer #lgbtqia+#greek mythology #greek pantheon #greek gods #hera #athena

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galaxietm · 5 months ago

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gonna start doing some general maintenance-y things behind the scenes today. i wanna kick myself into writing / being active and such, so!

this is what i'm starting today and hope to work on off and on for the next week or so (especially since i have a lot of muses) however; the oc bio point is definitely a "within the next week or two" since i want to try to get more of them up / done/

- currently working on putting my muse bday list into gdocs and combing through it w/a fine tooth comb to remove muses i've dropped, make sure muses i've picked up are on there, and assign bdays to the muses that don't have canon bdays. ( i have a process i use that helps w/that) - currently have a pin in adding bdays for most of my ocs; some of them are currently being revamped, others are wip that i'm working on getting their bios written out / pages worked on. i'll add / make sure their bdays are there as i go along. - after that, work on muse pages. i'm considering just starting from the top and going down, making sure that if they have pages, their info's accurate; if they don't, then make pages, give them info, add headcanons, etc. - work on fixing the broken images on the muse pages & update them to link to the gdoc muse pages instead of broken or unavailable popups. - eventually update the mobile-friendly muse list - OR just post a brand new one & delete the old one. - along those lines: update the muse interest checklist / consider making a new one? unsure on that one. also possibly update pinned list once again.

#tbd later //#// honestly getting hac.ked on dis.cord the other day frazzled me lmao #// but didn't lose anything & it's all good #// still a lil confused on why / how they did it? but it's all good now #// either way! time to give his blog & such some much needed tlc

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angrennufuin · 8 months ago

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Ranking meme: 1. Worst kissers, 2. Best Dancers, 3. Best... hair? O:

Three!!!! I'm gonna answer these in different posts and just link back.

Best Hair

An excuse for me, Mirkwood Angrennufuin, to talk about hair?? Ohoho. >:3

Aysel - I latched on to a blog post about Lhazaareen pirates being very proud of their hair and extrapolated wildly! So Aysel has midback-length black hair (she shaved it when she was young and mourning, but it has grown back) that she keeps meticulously trimmed, oiled, and otherwise cared for. Nobody else on this list spends even a fraction of the effort on hair health that she does, or has as elaborate and specific a hairstyle. I haven't worked out what all her braids mean, but they definitely mean something -- I like the idea of Aysel braiding prayers or good-luck charms into her hair every morning. I'll put Alis's design notes on her hairstyle at the bottom of this post, but the idea was to give an impression of wild, free-flowing hair that nonetheless is kept out of her face in high winds.

Sûl is an elf and therefore has great hair by default, but doesn't get to be top of the list because she in no way places as much importance on her hair as Aysel does. She has wavy, light brown hair that she mostly wears up or half-up; it's prone to frizz in humidity and a little damaged from her periods of illness. She likes her hair well enough, but has no qualms cutting or dying it as needed. Privately thinks she could rock the bald look but Would Prefer Not To.

Linmir has very silky, very smooth, very straight hair that WAS a beautiful silver-grey and has now turned moon-white, and she doesn't do much to it. (Half-)elf privilege strikes again! When she was younger, she wore it loose (slicked back with camellia oil whenever her aunt could grab her for long enough), and then started wearing it in a high ponytail and dying the ends maroon at the suggestion of her ex. She kept it like that until she got a Dramatic Haircut just before the final battle; a dramatic use of her paladin powers had turned her hair white (with a single gold streak), and she bobbed it.

Rosenrot has long pre-Raphaelite curls in dark brown that she does a moderate amount of maintenance on but largely just keeps in two big braids. It was a great trial to her as a kid, because it's a lot of hair to keep track of for a little girl, and she would sometimes cry while trying to get it untangled. Even now, she usually wheedles Bene or his mom Philomena into doing her braids for her. I don't think she's ever cut it, and I don't think it would occur to her to do so. She loves having it played with.

Silence's hair is bobbed because it's the Fantasy 1920s, but also because when she was ten she got chewing gum stuck in it and it had to get chopped. Her mom's declaration was that she can grow her hair out again when she can prove herself responsible enough to care for it, but Silence kinda likes it short. It only takes ten minutes to brush! It's also lavender and thick but almost pin-straight; she's got major my little pony vibes.

Nee has very wild blonde curls that she has NOT been caring for or maintaining properly lately. She was okay at them in Wizard Grad School, but she's been living rough while on the adventure. And magic makes them do strange and arcane things, so she's largely just clipped them back and given up.

Hongyan has lovely hair (black, hip-length, tiny bit of wave) that he almost certainly has not brushed for the... Month? Two months? Ish? That he's been human. He has been bathed but mostly with like, bar soap. It's a mess. He preens it occasionally but he doesn't understand how hair works, really.

Asa is most frequently perceived as an amorphous blob of wild green curls, which they absent-mindedly tie trinkets and treasures and plants into whenever they feel like it. It's great hair! I love it! It is not, by most people's standards, a candidate for Best Hair.

Aysel hair design:

Asa's mushroomy head:

Next two asks:

[Best Dancer]

[Worst Kisser]

#i'm always giving my characters beautiful hair and then throwing them into situations where it would be a HUGE hassle #linmir celemariel #rosenrot the tiefling #asafoetida lurk #silence zarielin #sûl #aysel cemre #character details #op #hongyan sinistile #ranking meme #hair

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fandomfluffandfuck · 4 years ago

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Preemptive Warning Regarding My Ask Box:

I will be likely (probably) be closing my ask box to REQUESTS soon. You are always welcome to pop by say things (or drop your ideas, a few anons have done that), ask about me/my fics, link me posts, etc. but the mini fic or HCs requests I don't think I'll be able to deal with during the school year. My schedule is gonna be packed this year, many classes and internships and workshops planned.

However, I will still be reblogging content and putting out ideas that I get that aren't large enough for fics of their own but can be written out still. So I'm not leaving the fandom! Just expecting to not have the time to keep this blog going while writing the full fics I want to on top of writing requests too!

And who knows, perhaps I will have time and I won't have to say no to everyone's WONDERFUL and filthy ideas!?

If/when I close my inbox (to requests only) I will let y'all know via a post like this as well as by putting it in my bio/pinned "navigation" post.

I just figured it'd be best to let you all know ahead of time, y’know?

Thank you for understanding!! <3

#asks #personal #thoughts #lowkey kinda scared to actually firmly say this though because i love my anons and i dont want to burn bridges y’know #like all of them #🎁 🍑🔌 💞 ☁️ shy!seb!anon #and all the unnamed ones too #i love you all #i just-#know I'll probably have to

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the-breloominati · 5 years ago

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With respect, please don’t send me personal donation asks. I’m not posting them, and I will block you.

This post has links to several subreddits people can post to if they are in need of financial assistance:

Moving this to the top of my pinned so hopefully people will see it before they send me an ask. Apologies if you genuinely need financial assistance, but there are people who try to take advantage of and exploit other’s good faith and I don’t have the energy to scroll through and try to vett every blog that comes my way.

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Somewhere you can donate to help provide relief for the people in Gaza:

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Please take care of yourselves 💕

More mental health and stuff carrds

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tried to clean this up a little since I was already editing it >.>

The info about my blogs and tags is under the cut! (tired of scrolling through this every time I refresh my blog-)

All my sideblogs:

@siaku-fr : my flight rising sideblog. i reblog flight rising art on both, but fr stuff that isn't art gets yeeted over there

@ghasts-scare-me : my minecraft sideblog that I barely use

@searingsalad-liowolvden : my lioden and wolvden sideblog. again, i'll probably reblog art on both, but ld/wd stuff that isn't art gets put over there

@do-breloom-dream-of-fungal-sheep : my dream journal/archive sideblog. putting my dream posts over there in case the search tool gets weird. all of my previous posts have been reblogged with their original tags (for convenience)

@dumb-bastard-juice : an ask blog for my sonas (currently empty, might start working on it once unus annus is over)

How I tag things:

Every time I update this section, I'll make a post about to (hopefully, I can't guarantee you'll see it) let y'all know!

NSFW stuff

the "mild nsfw" tag is gonna be the catch-all for stuff that's like.. not necessarily explicit I guess? but still kinda nsfw-y (trying to figure out how to organize this >.<)

the "nsfw text" tag is for.. mild nsfw text I guess?

the "nsfw" tag will be for stuff that's like.. actually explicit. Probably not gonna use it all that often, but I had that one markiplier post in the queue and it was tagged accordingly.

Please block all of the above tags if you don't want to see that stuff.

Trigger warnings:

blood: tagged "blood tw"

gore: tagged "gore tw"

organs: tagged "organs". things that aren't really gore but contain/talk about organs

decay: tagged only "decay". "gore" didn't really feel like the right tag for some stuff? So I'm adding this one. Pretty self-explanatory I think? Bones and rot probably

animal death: will be tagged both "animal death" and "animal death tw"

body horror: tagged "body horror"

insects: tagged "insects tw"

bugs: tagged "bugs tw"

spiders: tagged "spiders tw"

Please note that these are the things I currently tag for regularly; if there's anything you want/need me to tag (or if i reblogged a post you didn't want to be reblogged), please let me know!

Not trigger warnings, but still important:

horror: things that are either spooky or unsettling; may often also be tagged aongside "creepy"

creepy: usually the more unsettling things

Posts may also be tagged "spooky" or "bad for sleep".

cursed: usually thing that are just cursed; also includes things somewhere between ew and eugh. Be warned that there may be some really eugh stuff in there.

Please feel free to let me know if I should start tagging other kinds of discourse and/or if I should tag them more specifically.

General tags:

life tips: general things that would probably be pretty useful at some point in life (like tutorials or stuff to generally keep in mind)

important life tips: things are probably too important to have to scroll through the "life tips" tag looking for them (usually relating to health and safety and stuff)

very important life tips: usually things relating to what to do in dangerous situations (I think I have a post about what to do if someone's drowning in there somewhere?)

note: all posts tagged important/very important life tips will also be tagged in the more general "life tips" tags above it in this list

art tips: like "life tips" but for art! has tutorials and guides and stuff in it

oh hey look it my art tag: my art tag :o

a fungus plays [insert game here]: my tag for yelling about games that I'm playing! mostly just pokemon rom hacks at the moment I think. Games will be listed as [franchise name] [game name]; for example: # a fungus plays pokemon fool's gold

a fungus watches [insert series here]: the tag where I scream about shows/series I'm watching! Names will usually be shortened to their acronyms or shortened forms; ex: # a fungus watches atla

a fungus reads/rereads [insert written media name here]: where I scream about books and manga I'm reading (probably fanfiction as well at some point)! Will most likely be tagged with the full title of the work.

this is my hole it was made for me: "I'm in this picture and I don't like it" but make it ✨individual✨

crying over spilt time: my personal Unus Annus tag

#i'll update this if i make any new blogs #we got the tags section babey!!#i think that covers all of the important ones..

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