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[melled42]

Idk if this is a huge request or not, but could you explain more about Bell? (The shitten in your au)

I would be thankful, take care.

Yeah, ive done like... 3 pieces of her max but she gets SO many asks lol. the story isn't really ready for her yet, and i'd like to finish what im working on before i do more with her, but i'll give the basic rundown.

she LITTERALY started as a joke baby post but she got so much interaction i said i'd expand on her design and now she seems to just have a following of simps (oops, like lamb like daughter)

most of the old ideas for ewen and nari with her are out of date now on the art, but heres a bunch of plot and some unposted sketches under cut

Nari and Ewen are married and leading the cult still. all the siblings have kids, grandkids and even great grandkids (excluding shamura). Its only after they decide having a child is someone for them to love and raise, not someone who they're forcing the cycle of trauma on that they have Bell. And they adore her. While growing up, one by one, the former bishops, all her aunts, uncles, and shamura decided it was time to peacefully end their long lives. So she sees death as a good thing, the satisfying end to a long life story. So when Ewen and Narinder are ready to die together, even though they say she doesn't have to, she takes on the crown and ends if for them with a last "i love you" between them. She runs the cult now which is more themed around their shared neck wound "rings" and their relationship than just the lamb. She's called "the black sheep" by her followers (or queen if they're kinky, princess when shes younger). she wields the crown as a pair of horns and a sythe, sine the cult of the black rings also referenced Ewen's large black horns and she keeps up the theme.

Baal and Aym are her "brothers" (more of her body guards and technically her cousins but she refuses to call them anything else) and her body guards, staying after their master's death. They've known her since she was a baby and still treat her as one sometimes. She's VERY protective over them, but also will bully them sometimes, like kicking their asses when training and saying they're just going easy on her like when she was a kid, knowing full well she's overpowered by the crown.

Because shes such an oddity, the mystic seller assigned one of their followers to keep an eye on her and, much like her "ba ba" she found the overpowered demigod shes now obsessed with. With some help from Ewen before they passed, they were able to translate their glyphs. Now that helper follows her around disguised as a poor imitation of a regular mortal to better understand her and the mortal realm. Or at least thats what she convinced them to do since she wants them around <3 probably not to their masters liking lol. I haven't decided on a name yet. Bell eventually give them the purple crown (they/it)

Before they left, Narinder was trying to reawaken the crowns, whether for the memory of his siblings, or that the cult was growing too large to be centered on the red crown. They're not very powerful right now and Bell is the leader of the others, more like a babysitter.

The blue crown is with Kalliope (kalli for short) (she/her), a distant relative of Kallamar's who had to fight, both physically and socially, with all her other of age relatives to get the chance, since Kallamar's polycule made a LOT of kids and grand kids. She's kind of bitchy about it and whines about everyone not respecting her or how hard she worked. shes a flamboyant cuttlefish and trans femme. also the crown is worn like an earring. Bell has little tolerance for her and they have a lot of bitchy girl fights.

The green crown is with isop (a kinda combo of isopod and aesop) (he/him) who is a rubber ducky isopod. he's Leshy's great great grandkid, and really only god the crown because no one else on the peaceful forest farm leshy put together in his later years really wanted it and figured it meant free babysitting. he's pretty young and small with a fascination for chaos and violence that only little kids without developed social perception can have, though he more watches at this point. The others tend to carry him or he rolls around in a little ball. The crown is worn like glasses.

The orange crown is with Mycelia (lia for short) (they/them plural) who is a homunculus mushroomo made through experimentation by Heket and Sozo before they died. they're the only one who is actually older than Bell. They're undying because they're a hive mind of all the mushroomo, who have been progressively growing. They can see everything the others see, can spout new bodies when needed and even feed on their own dead bodies. Bell sometimes just kills them when they're frustrated with them or other things. They'd be a threat but they're very monotone and emotionless about pretty much everything and don't care. They've worked with the red crown just because death is a natural boon to fungus and keeps them alive. The orange crown is worn as a necklace.

Heres some sketches since I haven't been able to get the designs to my liking but people keep asking so :T

[jetblack4realz]

better - jj maybank x reader

summary - in between season 3 & 4 when they're building their lives with the gold and jj wants to get his act together for you

word count - 1.9k

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you were an artist. you always had been - whether it was drawing random doodles on the side of your worksheet in class, or sketching out the boys' names in fancy calligraphy, or coming up with a new layout and decorating scheme for the chateau when you deemed it bland (after john b refused to let you paint all over the twinkie), or even reworking furniture to flip and sell to make a few bucks, you were always artsy. it had begun to work out really well for them.

you designed the surf shop and all of poguelandia with the help of your uncle, who was a contractor by trade. you carefully curated the indoor and outdoor decor, picking out pieces unique to your friends and your story and making it a homely, pseudo-trendy little shop. only when that was finished and you had it running did you turn your attention to your guys' home.

jj loved watching you work. at the moment, you had sarah helping you finish up the paint for the main living room as you put a final coat of white on the shiplap accent wall you'd had jj install for you. you had him put a similar one in your shared room upstairs, but had yet to paint it, claiming that you'd rather have everyone's space finished before focusing on your own.

john b walked in the kitchen and spotted the boy seated at the bar, his fingers typing away at the laptop you had gotten from your parents when you were sixteen - you know, before you'd jumped ship and left home to find treasure with your friends. he grabbed a can of lemonade from the fridge as he furrowed his brows, coming up behind his best friend. he squinted his eyes at the screen.

"job listings? what are you-?"

the lid slammed shut on the computer, jj spinning around with a shake of his head.

"it's nothing, bro, okay? don't worry about it."

john b stared at him incredulously. "j you have a job here. we literally own a business now, what are you-?"

"outside," jj said shortly, standing and walking out the back door quickly, john b following after. you looked up from your spot in the living room, glancing back at sarah with a shrug once the boys slipped outside.

once they stood face to face again, john b gestured for him to go on. "so?"

"look," jj said with a sigh. "i know we've got this shop, and it's so great. but, i just keep feeling like it's all too good to be true. like, we have this money now, but it's all gonna be gone in a second."

"it will be if you're the one in charge of it," john b said offhandedly. jj sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"and i know that too, alright? which is why i need more," he answered.

"why? what's going on that you need more money - and money that's separate from us?" john b asked, staring the boy down in pure curiosity. jj's eyes weren't on him though, instead going through the sliding glass door that separated them from their girls right to where you were painting once more, bobbing your head to the rhythm of the music sarah had turned on. "oh."

jj let out another heavy breath. "you and sarah are like, married now, right? and i can hear you guys when you're talking about starting a life together and me and y/n have started talking about it too recently... just, when the time comes i want to be able to provide for us. i want to be able to go out and buy her a ring and a dress and marry her and never have her worried about finances ever again. we've both had to deal with too much of that."

"wow, jayj," john b breathed out, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he rested a hand on his shoulder. "i'm impressed. you're really pulling it together, aren't you?"

"i'm trying," he said with a sigh. "i've worked a lot of jobs before and i'm willing to do it again. anything to make sure she's happy."

"she'll be happy with you no matter how much money you make," john b promised as he smiled at him. "and we'll all always have each other's backs. even if when y'all decide you want to be together forever you don't have all the money you want, we'll help you buy that ring and that dress and get it done."

"thanks, jb," jj breathed out, but with the lack of a smile and the tenseness in his shoulders still, john b knew he wasn't going to be accepting handouts anytime soon. even if it was still shared money between friends and not just handouts.

you'd recruited him to help finish up a few things in your bedroom, managing to finagle a thrifted and refinished dresser up the stairs and below the tv you'd stolen from your old bedroom. jj began hanging curtains as you put both sets of y'all's clothes away, giving yourself one extra drawer for your extra clothes. he finished before you did, watching you with a smile as you tucked his shirts into the top drawer all organized by color, finally shutting it to be done with the task.

"last thing to do is the bed," you hummed as you turned to him with a smile. you moved to begin pulling the white sheets on, jj tucking the corners before you grabbed out the blue comforter with a simple white stripe pattern that alternated thicknesses. "i nabbed this from my grandparents - my nana always buys them when they're on sale for christmas and never does anything with them."

"i know," he said with a light laugh, grabbing the opposite edge from you and helping you pull it over the sides. "she gave one to me for my birthday once. didn't exactly know why."

"because that's what she had and she probably felt bad," you answered, laughing softly with him. you tossed the throw blanket kie had given you for your birthday a few years back onto the corner to add dimension to the look, finally placing the two throw pillows you'd let yourself splurge $30 on at kohl's at the center. you smiled, glancing around the room before looking back at jj. "there. our room is complete."

he sauntered around the bed with a grin, taking you in his arms and leaning in close to your face as he met your eyes. "our own room, with our things, in our house with our friends, on our land, with our business down the road by our boat."

"our boat?" you asked with a teasing smile, hands wrapping around his neck as he held you close to him. "it's mine too?"

"what's mine is yours, princess," he told you, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

"even the dirtbike?" you asked, a brow raised in jest as a teasing smile tugged one corner of your mouth up.

"well, sure. it's yours too, but that doesn't mean you get to ride it, sweet thing," he answered with an amused grin, pressing more kisses to your lips and jaw.

"our next purchase should be a car. or a truck. an old truck. i like old trucks," you told him as his lips trailed to your neck. he paused, bringing his head back up to meet your eyes again, though his grip tightened on you.

"me too," he mumbled. "but, i think there's something we need to buy first."

"what?" you asked, tilting your head curiously. he glanced his focus between your eyes, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

"well, actually... i already bought it," he hummed. you sighed.

"and how much was it?" you asked, raising a brow.

"does it matter?" he asked, raising his brows as his smile grew.

"jay..." you groaned, head falling back in exasperation. "we talked about budgeting-"

"hey, hey, hey, hold on," he said, pulling you closer to him and catching your eyes again. his smile was mischievous as ever as he turned slowly, turning you with him. "you don't even know what it is yet."

you sighed, a small smile sneaking its way onto your lips. "alright. what is it?"

"well, my first paycheck just came in from working with your uncle, and i thought i might as well get it now," he said, dragging his words in the suspense as you continued to eye him. he looked you up and down, his smile still wide as he winked. "have i told you how good you look in that dress?"

"every time i've worn it," you laughed. "reckon that's why you bought it for me."

"damn right," he said, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. you giggled against him before pushing him back, raising your brows.

"what is it?" you asked, almost eager now. "what'd you buy?"

surprisingly, he released you, stepping back as he shoved a hand in his pocket. his smile was wide, but his eyes softened as he brought his hand out in front of him. he breathed out his next words nervously; "i really hope you like it."

and then he was on his knee, and in his fingers was a dainty, gold ring with a small circle diamond on top. right there, in the room you'd just finished, the room you shared, in the house you and your friends rebuilt, with the shop you owned just down the beach - he was proposing.

"i really want to marry you," he breathed out with a nervous laugh, his fingers squeezing the ring tightly. "you're the love of my life, y/n. i really don't know what i'd do without you. being with you has been the easiest and best damn thing i've ever done and i want to be with you for as long as you'll let me. so, will you please marry me? i promise to provide for you and be there for you and-"

"yes," you said, beaming as you took his face in your hands. you laughed lightly. "absolutely yes, jayj."

he kissed you quickly, standing and wrapping his arms around your waist as he leaned into you. when he pulled back, he was laughing, causing you to let out a few giggles, wiping away a small tear at the corner of his eye. he kissed you shortly before bringing the ring to you, slipping it on the proper finger with a certain look of pride in his eye.

"it's uh, it's not much, it's not even a real diamond but i-"

"i love it," you cut him off, holding his hand as you glanced between him and the ring, beaming. "i love it, jayj. thank you."

he smiled, a breath of relief slipping past his lips as he gathered you in his arms again, spinning you quickly. he pulled back and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips again before stepping back away from you. he let out an excited whoop, grinning at you. he grabbed your hand and pulled the door open, dragging you with him down the stairs.

"she said yes!"

[skepticalarrie]

To your anon who feels that One Direction is over and there’s nothing left of it:

Grieving for the band is a natural outcome of grieving for Liam, and I respect your feelings about it all. Might I offer that those feelings can change, for the boys, for you and others who feel like this today, and for future fans?

Here are a few examples from my lifetime. It sucked when the Beatles broke up, and while I liked some of their solo music, it wasn’t quite the same for me. Then two of them were gone, and it was awful. But the other two are still active in the industry. I’ve seen Paul McCartney twice in the last 10ish years. He’s old, but he puts on a great show, with Beatles tunes as well as Wings tunes (his post-Beatles band), and other solo work. Beatles music lives on. You know who knows a lot of Beatles music? My kids and my grandkids. Because I still play it all the time.

I recently saw the Doobie Brothers & The Eagles—both are missing original members, but their old music is still awesome and their show was amazing. And they had highly respected musicians sitting in with them (to fill out instruments & sound), and even one of their adult children. Fans loved the show, sang along to every word, shed some tears during some solos and film footage of the missing members. But the music lives on, and so does the joy.

Last example is Queen. I’ve seen them 3 times in the last 10 yrs. Adam Lambert does an excellent job with Freddie’s vocals and also with respecting & honoring him. Only two original members are left, but some of the “new” guys have been around a long time, and sometimes Roger’s son sits in on drums. They play all their hits plus new music. Shows are sold out on their worldwide tours because the music is brilliant, the shows are incredible, and fans want to be there to sing along.

Will 1D ever perform again? Not in the same way, but maybe. And the fans who love them and their music will be there. In the meantime, we have four solo artists who give us more amazing music, cover some songs from the band, and put on great shows. Enjoy what you can when you’re ready…and perhaps someday there will be more. I hope you’ll be able to be there should it happen. I hope you’ll share the 1D music we have and your love for it with the next generation. The music will live on if we want it to.

Thank you so much for sharing this, anon! I have nothing else to add ❤️👏

[bronx-bomber87]

I know we’re all struggling with this endless hiatus and the lack of new content, so I thought it would be fun to resurrect the #chenfordchats that were circling around the fandom earlier this year. We previously did a question on favorite Tim Bradford quotes, so this time let’s do Lucy! What are your favorite 3-5 (or more if you want) Lucy Chen quotes from the entire series 😊

This does feel endless doesn't it? Not sure why this hiatus has felt longer than when we had the writers strike. That didn't have an end date for a long time. We have one for this one and it's felt worse. Probably because of all the BTS being withheld for now. We're all starving for content of any kind they'll give us. They've been restricted from sharing much of anything. So we're going little stir crazy. 47 days to go LOL We can do it.

This was not easy because these asks never are but always fun. Appreciate the challenge of them. Here we go. These aren't in any particular order BTW. Except by season cause I can't help but organize it. So maybe they are in a specific order ha But not one of ranking by any means. Also I'm not so good at staying within the numbers lmao I suck at it really. So I just did ones I love and I'm probably forgetting some I love but hopefully not.

If I am missing any feel free to do this as well or let me know your favs in the comments. Also these come with commentary cause I am me after all ahaha Was hard to find quotes I love that aren't just Chenford related but Lucy too if that makes sense. That's real hard cause they're so intertwined lol Anyways this is my crack at it please enjoy and don't hesitate to comment should you like to. Also feel free to participate as well more fun when people join in :)

1x01-What's not to love about her opening line as a character? So confident and ready to go. Look at her. Love everything about this line. Confidence rolling off her as she says. Hasn't been squashed yet by her future soulmate....

1x03-I LOVE this line for how it lands with Tim. But mainly we get to see the early sparks of confident Lucy putting Tim in his place. Standing up for herself. Because if she doesn't her career is going up in flames along with Tim's epic flameout. Telling him like it is and I love her for it.

1x07-Another amazing line that lands so well. This is an iconic scene but this line right here. This IMO is what keeps Tim from crossing that line. It's so spot on. She went out on a major limb and it pays off. Just love this line in particular.

2x01-Are we sensing a theme? LOL It was accidental. But I do love Lucy putting my boy in his place when warranted. Standing up for herself in the process. Straight up owns his ass in this argument with dem fighting words. Love her for it.

2x08-Always love watching her fierce loyalty come out despite rank. heh I love this line. Because once again calling someone out on their crap. Why we love our girl so much isn't it? So many reasons but this is definitely one of them.

2x10-Our poor girl so very frustrated with dating especially as a cop. This is an epic line that I don't think gets enough love. Cracks me up so much.

2x11-Love me some BAMF Lucy. It's one of my favs. The fierceness she shows not only saying this line. But making sure she makes eye contact with Caleb when she delivers it. I love her so much. We all know how true this statement ended up.

3x05-This seems like two quotes in one cause it kinda is. Already breaking the rules as is so here we are haha Fiercely protective Lucy reporting for duty with this quote. Loved it so much. She gonna beat your ass Stanton.

3x07-This line will never cease to crack me up. She owns his ass this entire episode really. It's one giant mic drop for her. This one is one of my all time favs of that ep and in general. I dare you to watch that scene let alone that ep and not be laughing.

4x16-Her reply to Tim's reaction makes me cackle. Her comedic timing is perfection. She is fed up with her hubby at this point and it makes me laugh so much. Goes from playful to over it immediately.

4x22-Lucy's reaction to Juicy is an all time fav. She was having fun messing with Tim over Dim till then. Her replies are so funny I love this quote for how much it makes me laugh every time. She is disturbed and not having fun anymore. LOL

5x12-Such an iconic way to drive her point home with this epic line. No more needed to be explained after this line. I adore this quote and the way she delivers it to Tim.

Lucy Chen is me when i'm prepping for anything with my anxiety. This cracked me up so very hard. Also couldn't find a gif of this glorious line. So just edited down a gif I did ha but I adore this line for how much I related with it LOL She is me when I am prepping.

That's all folks. Hope you enjoyed my rambles. Feel free to comment or do your own that would be fun to see others do it as well. Best part of fandom doing stuff like this. Seeing what everyone loves.

[thehollowwriter]

Finn's SSR Birthday Boy Vignette/Interview

Yuu: Happy birthday, Finn.

Finn: ...Thank you, Yuu.

Yuu: How's the party going?

Finn: It's... alright. Loud. I didn't think so many people would ever want to celebrate my birthday. Then again, they're probably just here for the food.

Yuu: Do you usually have small parties?

Finn: Yeah. It's usually just me, Papa, my godfathers, and Papa's staff. I never really had anyone to invite.*

Yuu: You've mentioned your father before. Is there anything you can tell me about him and the rest of your family?

Finn: Oh, yes! Papa is a butcher and a very skilled hunter. He gets all his stock himself with the help of his staff. He runs a tight ship, and he knows what he's doing. They wouldn't dare question him. Papa's always done his best to support and encourage me and teach me. I learned many of my skills from him. My godfathers aren't merfolk, and they live quite far away, but they do their best to visit as much as possible. They're very affectionate people. My Papa's staff aren't related to me, but they're like my aunts and uncles. Timo is like my brother, haha. As for my extended family, well, I don't talk to them.

Yuu: Do you have any memories of past birthdays to share?

Finn: Hmm, there's a lot to choose from...Ah! Gale, one of my Papa's staff, took me exploring for my fifteenth. The experience of swimming through a long forgotten shipwreck is quite indescribable. We even found some skulls. Gale took all the human ones, and I got to keep the rest.

Yuu: Sounds, uh... exciting!

Finn: It was. I wanted to learn more about the ship itself and where it came from, but unfortunately, it was too damaged for that.

Yuu: Do you have any hobbies?

Finn: Yes, quite a few. I enjoy crafting things and gardening, but mostly, I love to paint.

Yuu: Can we see one?

Finn: No. ...Maybe.

Yuu: Do you have any plans for the future?

Finn: I'm not entirely sure yet, but I was considering going into something related to medicine. I already do First Aid.

Yuu: Doesn't the idea of working with and around blood and stuff make you squeamish?

Finn: No. Like I said, Papa is a butcher. I've been cutting things open and cleaning up viscera for as long as I can remember. It would take a lot to make me feel sick.

Yuu: I see. Thank you for letting me interview you. Happy birthday.

(*The octotrio have started coming too, but Finn doesn't mention that ;))

I decided to just combine the interview into one post instead of splitting it into 3 parts

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[spatialwave]

“passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall” prompt with Viktor, Jayce or Mel? If not, i want to add i love reading your work 🤧

thank you so much!! <3 i hope this mel fic does justice hehe.

➸ pairing: mel medarda x fem!reader ➸ word count: 687 ➸ tags: mdni! passionate kissing, semi-nsfw, wlw, reader is a butch enforcer baddie and basically mel’s bodyguard. ➸ notes: eeek this was sooo fun to write. i love wlw content, please send more asks if that’s your vibe!!

“Your mother wants me dead.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

Your eyes lingered on Mel, leaning back against the brick wall of the council room. The large area was empty, and you had been tasked to watch over her for the time being as tension rose between Piltover and Zaun. Strong arms crossed over your chest, the enforcer uniform stretching over your muscled skin.

“She simply doesn’t appreciate those who, well, don’t listen.”

Mel’s voice was calm, soothing. Gods, you wanted it so badly to irritate you, but it always stirred a swirling feeling in your stomach.

“So, she does want me dead?” You quirked an eyebrow, lips lifting into a smirk that Mel wanted to wipe from your face.

“You’re being dramatic,” Mel murmured, her slender arms lifting to wrap around her body as she stood before you, turning to look over her shoulder at the empty seats where the council sat.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself away from the wall with your foot, sighing. Her mother was… a tough subject.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, “I know it’s hard for you that she’s here,” you continued, lifting a hand to tug Mel’s chin so she was forced to look back at you.

She shook her head, “don’t apologize,” her voice was soft, eyes closing as she nuzzled her cheek to your calloused hand. 

“Do you want to forget about it?” You asked quietly, swallowing thickly as your other hand reached out, hesitantly settling on her hip, “just for a little.”

You enjoyed seeing the way she smiled at you, looking up to meet your gaze. A small smile graced her lips, “Last night wasn’t enough to sate you, was it?” she asked teasingly, two hands grazing over your stomach. You stared down at her, heart jumping into your throat as her hands filled your body with static.

“Oh, whatever,” you scoffed, playing it cool, “I’m not the one who was screaming my name out last night.”

She parted her lips in response, flustered as her fingernails dug into your uniform, “Well–”

You were filled with excitement at her reaction, twirling her around with your hands on her hips until she was pressed back against the wall. Your knee pushed between her legs, allowing the woman to roll herself against your thigh.

“Keep it quick,” she breathed, eyes half-lidded as her hands crawled up your body and rested on your jaw, “but don’t hold back.”

Fuck.

Lips crashed together, the gloss she wore smudging against your skin as your tongue slipped into her mouth. You chased after her tongue, her moans muffling into your mouth as the two of you tasted each other. 

Her hands reached into your hair, tugging and clawing at you.

“Look at you,” you breathed against her lips, mouth moving to drag along her jaw, teeth catching on her skin, “bet you couldn’t stop thinking about me all day.” 

Mel let out a whimpered as she tilted her head, providing you with access to kiss at her neck. Fingers tightened in your hair, and you whined at a harsh tug. You pulled back to look at her, both of you sharing the same look. Heavy breaths, half-lidded eyes, and the urge to rip each other’s clothes off now.

“Why don’t you give me a reason to think about you tomorrow?” She asked, her voice sickeningly sweet as she closed the distance between your lips, brushing them in a teasing fashion, “Can you do that for me?”

“Sure. Anything for you,” you said obediently, licking into her mouth with a quick movement. You pushed your body hard against hers, chests pressed together and hands gliding along the exposed skin on her thighs.

You felt her twitch under your touch, her lips parting to accept all you had to offer, as your mix of moans muffled in each other’s mouths. She was putty in your hands, pressed against the wall and eager for you to make a mess out of her.

Pulling back for air, you slowly dropped to your knees, watching Mel’s eyes flutter open and stare down at you, thighs beginning to shake.

“Ready, princess?”

[adventuresasmrsfindley]

I can't believe it's already been 3 weeks since we put our dog down. It still feels so freaking weird that she's not here. For the first 2ish weeks every time I left the house or came home it felt like something was missing because I didn't have to put her up/let her out. (She was not a free range pup lol she had to be confined to the (finished) basement if we weren't home). She drove me nuts when she was here but man, I miss her. We got her ashes back so that does bring me a little peace knowing she's back home.

I asked for good vibes the other day because Cole had a job interview and we found out yesterday that he got it!! He is currently a union carpenter and does a lot of dry wall hanging. It absolutely kills his already jacked up back. He is having a microdiscectomy in a couple weeks to get it fixed and he has been very adamant that he does not want to return to his current job after he recovers. I don't blame him. He has worked physical labor for 10+ years and it really wears on his body. A Project Engineer role opened with the company he works for so we worked on a resume and cover letter and he applied. He was sooo nervous because he has never had a ~professional, office type job. He's very much a blue collar man lol. But he really put in the work to prepare for his interview and I was so proud of him! It's a huge weight off our shoulders knowing he will not go back to breaking his back every day. I'm really excited for the doors this could open for him too. It's a bit of a pay cut at first but they get raises quarterly and profit sharing so he should be back to where he is now in no time. Thanks for all the good vibes that were sent!

Meanwhile, my job continues to suck my soul lollll. Probs won't do anything about it because they pay me well and the flexibility is priceless but I still like to complain periodically.

So glad it's Friday! We have a busy but fun weekend ahead and then a short week next week. Crazy that Thanksgiving is right around the corner and 2025 will be here before we know it. This year has flown by. It was mostly shitty so I'm not at all sad to see it go.

Love you all! Have the best Friday. 💜

[thevegandarkelf]

QOTU: The Debrief

Summary: Immediately following her first encounter with Scud, a giddy and giggly Vec shows up back at her and her bestie's shared apartment. Despite their impending early mornings, our gals embark on an evening that's become a regular occurrence throughout their friendship--the debrief.

My second installment in the 'Quarters of the Undead' AU with @dixons-sunshine is here! This will give y'all a real insight into Vec and Georgie's friendship, and I think it encompasses their dynamic perfectly. I hope you love them as much as we do <3

Word count: 3.7k

CW for swearing, small allusions to sexual themes but no smut, alcohol consumption, MDNI

AO3 link

Puling into the parking lot of their shared apartment, Vec found her favorite spot, claiming it for herself. After putting her car in park, she rubbed her cheeks, the muscles stiff and aching. The massive, stupid grin on her face never faded, not even for a moment, during the duration of her commute home. Nor did it fade as she made her way inside, returning to the familiar warmth and comforting feeling of the apartment complex she and Georgie called home.

After stepping off the elevator, Vec was nearly skipping down the hallway, an extra pep in her step as she bounded through their front door. The scent of curry powder and turmeric greeted her the moment she stepped in. Georgie was still awake, cleaning up the kitchen, wiping down a glass dish she’d just finished hand-washing. Normally, she would’ve been asleep hours ago, but given the situation with Vec picking up her car from a stranger, she stayed awake in case of an emergency. Plus, she was far too eager to hear about her best friend’s evening to think about sleep. Vec had hardly taken her shoes off before the questions began.

“So…what’s this ‘something good’ that happened?” she inquired, setting the dish she’d been drying off on the counter.

“Well hello to you too,” Vec greeted. She set her hospital shoes to the side of the door, taking her lanyard and hanging it on the small hook on the wall, along with her badge. “How was your day?”

Georgie folded her arms across her chest, raising her eyebrows and giving her best friend “the look.” The look that meant there was no more bullshitting around and it was time to get down to business. “Dia…”

Vec mimicked her, crossing her arms over her chest and giving her the same look, eliciting a laugh from the teacher. “Ginny…”

“That can wait. You need to tell me what happened.”

The face of the woman Georgie called Dia contorted into a mischievous smirk, despite her putting forth the utmost effort to maintain her poker face. Though she was good at preventing her emotions from bubbling over, she certainly wore them all over her face. “The mechanic that stayed behind so I could get my car…”

That statement alone made Georgie’s ears perk up. “Uh huh…?”

“He was real cute.” Vec bit her bottom lip, the mischievous smirk warping into a giddy smile as blood rushed to her cheeks, that familiar baby pink that said mechanic had gotten to see earlier in the night making an appearance for Georgie.

“Knowing you, I take it you dished out some flirting?” The doctor nodded, and her next sentence was the best response Georgie could’ve hoped for.

“And he dished it right back.”

The smile that broke out on Georgie’s face was blinding, bright enough to light the whole city block. Grabbing her phone off the kitchen counter, she gestured to a nearby cabinet. “Break open the wine. We’re doing the debrief.”

Over the course of their friendship, they’d had many sessions they canonically referred to as “the debrief.” It all started in high school after Vec had a first date that turned sour. To cope, she sulked over to Georgie’s and sobbed for hours, as in her 15-year-old mind, her life was over. Now, after every date, hook up, each time one of them met a guy, etc., they’d break open a fresh bottle of wine and order a pizza, talking late into the night, early morning alarm clocks be damned.

“You sure you wanna do it now?” Vec asked, clenching her jaw to stifle a yawn. Despite her question, she stepped into the kitchen, taking a bottle of merlot from the cabinet Georige had blindly gestured toward and resting it on the counter. “It’s already getting late. I have to be up at 5, you have to be up early too. We can do it tomorrow.”

Georgie had already began dialing the nearest pizza shop, having taken a random flyer of coupons off the counter and making a mental note of which ones she could use. She wasn’t taking no for an answer. “You know it’s been over a year since I’ve gotten laid. This isn’t a want, it’s a need. Now do you want your usual pizza toppings?”

Vec stared at her in adoration. She’d always considered herself lucky to be able to call someone like Georgie her best friend. It was in these moments, though, that she was extra grateful. “God, I love you.”

“Love you too. Now I’m sure you wanna get out of your scrubs,” Georgie figured, giving her a soft smile and holding her phone to her ear as it began ringing, “I’ll pour the wine.”

“Only one. You know how much of lightweight I am,” Vec reminded. Georgie snickered and nodded. As if there was any way she could forget how much of a lightweight Vec was. In all their years of friendship, she’d only seen Vec get drunk a couple of times. Both of those instances started with one strong mixed drink that had her head spinning so fast, she couldn’t stand on her own two feet without assistance.

When it arrived, Georgie placed both the box of pizza and their two glasses of wine on their coffee table, grabbing a towel and tossing it next to the box to use as a napkin. Normally, there would’ve been plates as well, but not for the debriefs. The debriefs didn’t require plates. They only required a cheap, greasy pizza in a flimsy cardboard box, sub-par quality wine, and somewhere comfortable to relax.

Vec plopped down on the couch next to her, now wearing a matching black set, the soft cotton encapsulating her in its warmth, a warmth her scrubs could never mimic. Rolling up her sleeves, she nearly scarfed down a slice of pizza in two bites, having forgotten until moments before that she hadn’t eaten since that morning. The life of an ER doctor, she would often blame it on. Georgie couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her at she grabbed a slice of her own.

“Alright, babe,” Georgie demanded, resting back against the decorative pillow in the corner of the couch to get comfortable, “debrief me.”

Vec covered her mouth as she finished chewing her food. “Ok, so I’m driving to work this morning, and I’m coming up to the stoplight near the hospital. You know, that one big intersection you go through on the way?” Georgie nodded, taking a sip of her wine as she did. Anyone who drove down the main road to the hospital was well acquainted with the large intersection Vec was referring to.

“So my car just stops. Starts making that clicking noise like when the battery’s dead and you try turning it on.” She gulped back some of her wine before continuing her story, the flavor combination of fermented grapes and pizza sauce creating an unpleasant bitter taste on her tongue. However, she was too wrapped up in her excitement to care. “A random person helps me jumpstart my car so I can at least get down the road to this rinky dink auto shop.”

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Georgie gushed. Though it wasn’t the focus of the story, she was eternally grateful for the stranger that helped her bestie in such a tight and strenuous situation. Being a good samaritan herself, as Vec had put it, she had a soft spot for fellow ones.

“I know! I hardly had the chance to thank them. I was too busy have a stress-cry in the car when I got there.” She scooped another slice from the box with a sense of urgency, as if the mention of her stress-cry reminded her of how little food she’d had. She took a bite before setting it back on the edge of the box, using it as a pseudo-plate. “So I’m at the counter, the guy’s getting my info, all that jazz. Y’know, the usual. And that’s when I see him off in the corner.” She blindly pointed to a random corner of their apartment, not taking her eyes off Georgie for even a second. “And Gin, when I tell you I almost started drooling.”

Georgie wiggled in her spot on the couch, pretending to adjust her position. “I’m on the edge of my seat.”

“I asked the manager who the cutie with the bandana is,” Vec explained. She swirled her wine glass in her hand, carefully as to not let the red liquid slosh over the top, lest they have to deal with a wine stain on the couch, or worse, the carpet.

“Wow,” Georgie scoffed, slightly wide-eyed with a cheeky grin on her face.

“Don’t act like you haven’t heard me say much more forward things before,” Vec laughed.

“Touche,” Georgie replied with a nod, the tone of her voice very matter-of-fact.

“So I ask him, and he tells me the guy’s name is Josh and he’s a bit of a wildcard.”

“Sounds like he’s already perfect for you.”

“That’s what I thought!”

“So this ‘cutie with the bandana,’” Georgie inquired, “what’s he look like?”

“Like a sleazy, futuristic emo,” Vec gushed, drawing her words out and rolling her eyes as a giggle threatened to slip into her voice.

“So very much your type?” Georgie teased. Vec had often described her type has “musicians covered in tattoos who could finger a guitar…and that’s about it.” Really, anyone alternative, even slightly out of the norm of polos and sports jerseys and khakis, was her type.

“He’s a little taller than me, shaggy brown hair, hence why he had the bandana to keep it out of his eyes. High cheekbones, the cutest little button nose I have ever seen, and these absolutely stunning blue eyes that I just...” her voice trailed off, as did her gaze, staring blankly at some random object in the kitchen over Georgie’s shoulder.

Georgie couldn’t help but giggle at her best friend. Vec hardly knew the guy, and it seemed she was already enamored. She snapped her fingers in front of Vec’s face, hoping to bring her out of the clouds and back down to reality. “Earth to Dia? You in there, babe?”

Vec shook her head and blinked rapidly before meeting Georgie’s gaze, realizing what she’d just been doing. “Christ, sorry,” she apologized, running a hand through her long black tresses. She could’ve blamed it on her long and strenuous day, sure. But they both knew that would be an outright lie, and Vec was no liar.

“So you asked about him?” Georgie questioned in an attempt to redirect their conversation back to the matter at hand.

Vec nodded. “Yeah, and then I had to leave since I was already running late. I almost just went up to him and gave him my number, but he was at work and something just felt icky about cornering him like that, y’know?”

“Good call.” Georgie held up what remained of her slice of pizza in affirmation before taking the last bite.

“So I finish work late, as you know, and the manager must’ve been there late because he calls me, like, a little after 8:30, tells me one of his guys offered to stay so I could get my car.”

Georgie held a finger up as she took another sip of wine, allowing for enough of a pause for her to take a guess. There was no wondering on her part, though. There would be no story if the answer wasn’t what she was predicting. “The cutie with the bandana.”

“Look at you guessing the plot twist,” Vec complimented, briefly tilting her glass in Georgie’s direction, “so I walk to the auto shop, and sure enough, there he is. And guess what he says when he opens the door?”

“The anticipation is killing me.” Georgie shifts in her spot once more as she takes another slice of pizza from the grease-laced box.

“‘Cutie with the bandana at your service,’” Vec quoted.

Georgie covered her mouth, eyes fully widened in shock. Had she not just taken a bite of food, her jaw would’ve been on the floor. “No! They told him?”

“They told him!” Vec yelled, catching herself and lowering her volume before she continued, “so of course I’m flustered as hell, apologizing so fast I almost can’t even get a proper sentence out. But he just starts dishing the flirting right back. He asks me about my nickname, I asked him about his. He said his friends call him Scud.”

“Like ‘stud’?” Georgie questioned, cocking an eyebrow as she sipped at her wine again.

“That’s literally what I said!” Vec exclaimed as she shifted her legs and leaned back against the couch.

“So why’d he change it?”

“Dunno. Never got to ask.”

“Maybe he realized he wasn’t one and didn’t want to get any hopes up for the ladies,” Georgie teased. It elicited an eye roll from her best friend, and she was met with a quick rebuttal.

“Well this lady’s got more than just her hopes up." She gave herself an up-down with her pointer finger, as if there could have been anyone else beside her that was the lady in question. “He’s certainly a stud to me.”

The teacher sighed before leaning forward and placing a reassuring hand on her best friend’s knee. “Babe, I love you…so much…but this would not be the first time you’ve made a false assumption like that.”

“Speaking of false assumptions, he assumed I was a nurse because of my scrubs,” Vec continued, ignoring Georgie’s cheeky critique. She knew it was all in good fun though. Georgie could certainly poke fun when she wanted to, but she was never mean on purpose.

Georgie made a ’tchps’ sound, sucking air in through her teeth in discontent. “Oof, not again,” she sighed, “didn’t the last one do that?”

“The last several have done that,” Vec corrected. There was annoyance in her voice for only a brief moment before falling back into the high-pitched, silly tone of a 13-year-old girl who’d just developed her first serious crush. “Poor thing looked terrified when I explained I was actually a doctor, like he thought he just fucked up big time.”

Vec sipped at her merlot as an arrogant, uncharacteristic of her, grin spread from ear-to-ear. “He was quickly reassured after I, uh…gave him a note. May have put my number on it. Guess what he said when I asked if he was off the market.”

“That he’s…on the market?” Georgie guessed. That had to be the answer. Why else would Vec be bringing it up? But given the implication that this seemed to be a noteworthy detail, there had to be more, Georgie thought.

“That he’s been on the market a while and was ’surprised someone like myself is too.’”

“Oh my God!”

“And of course, I’m turning fifty different shades of pink and red the whole time, which only gets worse when he asks me about it!”

“He did not!”

“He did! He was all like ‘you do that a lot, don’t you?’ so I tried to play dumb to see if he’d drop it, but of course he didn’t or I wouldn’t be telling you about it, now would I?” She began rapidly patting Georgie’s knee with her hand, fighting for her life to keep the volume of her voice under control. “And then he said it was cute and to keep it up!”

“I’m loving the fact that he was dishing the flirting back as hard as you were,” Georgie gushed, unphased by her best friend’s antics, “he’s already matching your freak so well.”

“I know! So we finish up, he walks me back to my car, and I gush about how lovely it was to meet him and how I hope to hear from him sooner rather than later. I get in my car, he goes back in, and not two minutes later, guess what happens?”

“Umm, I’m guessing—“

Vec cut her off, unable to contain the excitement bubbling over in her chest and off her tongue. “He calls me and says ‘you said soon, this soon enough?’”

That smile—the same one that plastered Georgie’s face earlier, the one that initiated the debrief—returned once again. “That’s way better than anything I could’ve guessed.”

The surgeon holds a hand to her head, thumb and pinky extended, representing a phone. “So I tell him I’ll text him in the morning since I have to be up at 5, and he goes ‘I expect no later than 5:15.”

“He’s obsessed with you.”

“Well, the feeling’s mutual. Ginny, call me thirsty because I need this man like water.”

Georgie set her glass down to grab another slice from the box, using one hand to hold it with the other hovering underneath to catch any crumbs. “So what else do you know about him?”

“Nothing, really. I know he’s smokin’. I know I’d like to get to know him.” She continued as she sipped at her merlot again, momentarily averting her gaze to the inside of her glass. “And I know all the things I’d like him to do to me.”

“Given how flirty he was, I bet he’s skilled in the bedroom,” Georgie replied, giving Vec a playful nudge in the shoulder. That time, even Georgie’s cheeks were turning a light pink, matching her best friends as their eyes met, a string of giggles flowing off their tipsy lips.

“Oh, definitely.”

A vibration on the coffee table catches the attention of both women. Upon seeing the screen lit up, Vec reaches for her phone, the lock screen revealing a message from an unsaved number. Scanning it with her eyes, a big, stupid grin crept onto her lips. “Hmm…speak of the devil, and he doth appear, even if only virtually.”

“Did he text you?” Georgie’s grin was nearly as big as Vec’s.

“He did.” Vec’s pale complexion changed from pink to rosy red within a matter of seconds.

Georgie scooted closer to her best friend, resting her chin on her shoulder to be able to read the message from this mysterious ‘cutie with the bandana.’ “Well, don’t keep it all to yourself now. What did he say?”

“He said ‘Guess who? I know you said you’d text me in the AM, but I wanted to ask if you got home safe.’” Vec’s smile stretched from ear-to-ear, and her flushed cheeks were already beginning to ache.

“Aww!” Georgie’s heart swelled in her chest, expanding against her ribcage, as if it was even capable of growing any bigger. She already had “the biggest heart of anyone literally ever,” as her best friend had often told her. “Look at him! He’s hardly stopped thinking about you!”

Vec held her hand up, eyes remaining glued to her phone. “Wait, he’s sending more.” Biting her bottom lip, she waited with bated breath, reading his next message almost immediately. “‘You were really bold, and I like that. I’d love to get to know you’ with a winky face.”

“You have to respond,” Georgie encouraged. She left her spot on the couch only for a brief moment, stepping into the kitchen to fill two glasses with water. The debrief sessions were a must, but so was hydration.

Vec set down her phone and removed her glasses, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she yawned, unable to fight the exhaustion of her chaotic day off any longer. “I mean, like he said, I told him I’d text him in the morning. I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna make it.”

“At least let him know you got home safe,” Georgie insisted. Waltzing back from the kitchen and taking Vec’s phone, she shoved it back into her hand, she gave it a light tap. “Don’t let the poor thing be worrying about you all night.”

A soft sigh escaping her nose, she nodded. “Ok. How about ‘Sure did…’” her voice briefly trailed off as she peeled her eyes from her phone to meet Georgie’s gaze again. “Do I do a smiley face or a winky face?”

“I feel like you have to wink back,” she replied, giving Vec’s shoulder a gentle nudge with hers, followed by a smirk, “you’re bold, remember?”

“This is why I keep you around,” Vec smiled, returning the nudge to Georgie’s shoulder, “ok, so ‘sure did’ with the winky face, then ‘I look forward to getting to know you too.’” As she finished typing out her initial response, a potentially genius idea struck her. “Wait, I have more! ‘I’ve been told you’re a bit of a wildcard. Are you ready to meet your match?’”

“You’re such a flirt, you gotta teach me how you do that.”

“Practice, babe. Lots and lots of practice. And making a fool of myself on more than occasion.” Glancing back at her phone, another message came through, her eyes scanning over it before her brain had even registered the vibration. “Ginny…”

She stared at her over the brim of her wine glass, eyes filled to the brim with curiosity. “What?”

Vec’s cheeks turned that sweet baby pink once again. “He said ‘I think I can handle you’ with another winky face.”

“Whoa!” the teacher cried out, “he’s as bold as you are. He really did meet his match.”

Vec held her hand up again, indicating that another series of messages were incoming. She read them off to Georgie as soon as they came through. “’Btw, for selfish reasons, I’m really glad your car battery died today.’” Vec turned to Georgie, giving her a cocky smile and a shrug. “Me too.”

Her phone vibrated in her hand again, this message having her snickering and turning bright red. “Oh my God.”

“What? What did he say?” Georgie was practically begging. Sure, Vec blushed very easily, and very frequently, but if she was turning beet red, it had to be good.

Vec rolled her eyes so hard, they almost did a 360, the giggly scoff that emanated from her chest vibrating across her ribcage. “He asked if I saved him in my phone as ‘cutie with the bandana’.”

Georgie echoed Vec’s giggly scoff. Supposedly cute, friendly, and a good sense of humor? She was certainly beginning to understand why her bestie was so quickly infatuated with this ‘cutie with the bandana.’ “He’s not going to let up on that one, is he?” 

Vec gulped back the rest of her wine, setting the empty glass on the coffee table as a string of flirty, amused giggles trickled from her lips. “Not a chance.”

Vec belongs to me

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[shima-draws]

I MEANT TO SHARE THIS AGES AGO bc I LITERALLY thought of this right after I finished playing Violet but. Angsty AU idea...

What if. Instead of the professor being an AI. It's Arven instead?? But he doesn't actually realize he's an AI? 👀

The real Arven died from his injuries when he came down into Area Zero to look for his parent with Mabosstiff and got attacked by a mysterious Paradox Pokemon (I'm thinking the one recorded in the Violet/Scarlet book). Mabosstiff was gravely injured but managed to survive while Arven...didn't

The professor kinda loses it at this point (fair, since they lost their kid) and spends the next couple years feverishly trying to build a robot in Arven's likeness

AI Arven is powered by a combination of a Tera Orb (inside his chest!) and a powerful motor charged by Miraidon's electricity. This actually allows him to exist outside of Area Zero, unlike the AI professor who can't leave the Zero lab

I'm still trying to figure out plot details bc 1. I want to make it so that the professor has to stay within Area Zero and 2. They're doing everything in their power to make sure Arven never comes down there again. Maybe bc it'll upset his systems or the Tera Orb will resonate with the Tera Crystals and screw things up or SOMETHING to that effect lol

The real tragic thing is that the professor knows the original Arven is dead, but they're holding on to some delusional fantasy that he's actually fine. Make this worse by the fact that they have to be separated from the AI;; they can only do so much watching their creation through cameras and security footage to see how Arven's doing :'(

Not to mention Arven's absolute mental breakdown when he finds out he's not actually human. RIP

[ssruis]

Going through a straight up comical amount of irritating situations to get the stupid 4* guaranteed ticket from the welcome to sekai campaign. It Will Be Mine.

[sysig]

I like him a normal amount (lying) (Patreon)

[triglycercule]

who made the mtt. and no i dont mean like who made the CONCEPT of the murder time trio (because i know who that is. touken kamui i thank you for the fangame every day :3) but like,,,, who decided to just randomly pair these 3 together?? like whaaaat.......

part of me wants to believe it was rahafwabas with the whole bad sanses group thingy being made with those 3 in there and then like. the fangame just gave them specifically a seperate group name. but STILL,,,,, where did this trio come from

[toxiccaves]

<3

[malachitezmeyka]

@katkastrofa The very NWT-coded scene I was talking about the other day :D

["Nigar Kalfa! Ayşe, you will prepare the sultan's chambers, and make sure everything is the absolute best!"

"Oh, you're lucky!"

"You'll get to see the sultan's room"

"Wanna switch places?"

"Enough laughing, stop gathering around and clucking all day. Ayşe, let's go. Come on, Nigar Kalfa, faster. Faster, faster faster!!"]

[keeps-ache]

been telling my siblings 'you would NOT make it in vulcan academy' when they do smth goofy recently and nobody's been able to refute lol

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 3

"Life Less Frightening" by Rise Against