#THIS EDIT TOOK TWO HOURS WTF

[onetoomanyyy]

guys I think something’s wrong with my squid sisters

[sickfires]

you know between tyzias being friends with daraya and dammek im surprised she doesn’t own a pair of spiked bracelets

that's what the oversized hoodie is for.

[shunsuiken]

HOW THE GENSHIN MEN ASK FOR YOUR ATTENTION

pairing(s). kaeya, diluc, zhongli, childe, kazuha, thoma, ayato, alhaitham, cyno x gn!reader

genre. fluff (the boys are clingy <3) + they are all so in love with u god wtf get a room pls + minor spoilers for ayato’s story quest kinda (saying this just in case but idt it spoils that much) 

wc. 300-500 words for each character 

an. i literally forgot this piece existed… last time i edited it was 2021 can u believe omg 💀 (i unearthed this thing two months ago or sth) originally it was dckz + ayato, kazuha and thoma but now i’ve added alhaitham and cyno too + also it is SO SO canon that kaeya calls reader snowflake yup yup! also zhongli is so clingy here dear god oh to have this man yearn for my attention <//3

kaeya alberich

kaeya had been sitting in his seat for far too long (it’s really only been a minute) and decided that he needed some fresh air. being captain of the knights of favonius really took so much time out of his beautiful day. he sighed and easily reattached his fur cape onto his collar with one hand before he began to seek you.

he strode down the streets of mond, greeting the locals with his charming smile. but there was still no sign of you yet! perhaps if he took one more round in the city centre he’d find you…

“i think that’s it for me, thanks blanche!” you were about to take your bag of goods from the counter when you felt two arms snake around your waist. “huh—”

you turned around confused until you saw who it was, a relieved sigh then leaving your lips.

“hello snowflake,” he greeted you with a smile reserved only for you.

“kaeya, hi.” your face brightened at the sight of your lover, hands resting on his biceps. “what are you doing here?” you could feel his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, a habit you noticed he did every time his hands were on you.

he made a melodramatic sigh, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “my love, i’ve been looking for you everywhere.” he felt himself recharging with every second you were with him. “my day is beautiful again now that i’m with you, what are you doing here anyway?”

“i was buying things for… dinner,” you said the last part quietly, cheeks warming because you’ve never really cooked for kaeya before but the idea happened to cross your mind earlier in the afternoon, hence why he found you at the general goods shop. “wanna join me?”

“for dinner?” kaeya removed himself from your neck, raising a brow. “are you going to cook for us both?” he asked, tone ending in a teasing lilt. his voice made your knees melt.

you purse your lips in an embarrassed manner, nodding your head. “if you’re free after—”

“now, now—” kaeya shook his head, swiftly taking your bag of goods from the counter before snaking his free arm around your waist again. “—you know i always have time for you, snowflake.”

diluc ragnvindr

you were by the couch in front of a fire, reading through a book that’s caught your attention for the past hour. it was usually around this time that you would visit diluc in his office to ask for cuddles but… you never came.

thus diluc made the courageous decision to seek your attention. he made his way out of his office and down the staircase, spotting your figure sitting on the couch. your nose was so far up the pages in your book that you didn’t even hear his footsteps.

“have you had dinner yet, my dear?” your eyes snapped away from the book, revealing your face and warm cheeks to diluc. you shut your book softly, not forgetting to bookmark the page you left off.

“i haven’t, i was so caught up in my book i didn’t realise,” you said, naturally not realising what diluc was here for. he was a tad bit unimpressed with how you forgot to visit him; he was expectantly waiting for your cuddles, staring at his office door and focusing on the sounds outside to identify which footsteps were yours. but none of them were.

“was it the book you bought from our journey in liyue?” diluc inquired, casually plopping his head on your lap. his messy ponytail became even messier but that was fine, he knew you would offer to redo it for him later.

your fingers acted on their own as they gently carded through his soft crimson locks. “it was,” you replied in a whisper. then his eyes suddenly locked with yours and it startled you so you had to ask what was wrong.

“is that why you didn’t visit my office for the past three hours?” he deadpanned at you, jokingly of course. when the man discovered that you had grown fond of this reaction, he couldn’t help but make the face more often.

you laughed and the corners of diluc’s lips tugged upwards in a smile. but what caught him off guard as he was lovingly gazing up at you was when you began pinching his cheeks.

“your expressions are so cute, if only everyone else could see them.” diluc tried to conceal his blush, clearly working to no avail because you seemed to laugh louder as he averted his gaze elsewhere.

“i won’t forget to visit you next time.” you leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead, grinning in satisfaction when diluc’s cheeks completely camouflaged with his hair.

zhongli

zhongli was in need of something from you. as he sat in his usual spot at third-round knockout, his head could not stop turning about, perking up to the slightest calls from one person to another. where were you? he normally saw you running around this area at this time.

but of course! on the day zhongli needed something from you, you coincidentally weren’t around. if the adeptus had learnt anything during his time on teyvat, it was that the world really knew how to test one's patience. he sighed inwardly, about to revert his attention back to iron tongue tian until he saw the figure of your head amongst the crowd of people walking around.

the poor adeptus almost spit out the tea he was supposed to swallow, and after apologising to nobody for his poor etiquette, he stood up and rushed over to you.

“y/n! y/n, hello,” zhongli greeted you warmly with that smile on his face that made him look like a happy puppy that found his owner.

your expression softened at the familiar call of your name, knowing immediately who the voice belonged to. grinning, you thought it was adorable. which made you reciprocate his energy.

“my dear, the look on your face is making me believe you’ve done something audacious.” you raised a brow, looking at him up and down suspiciously.

zhongli’s heart churned, this was it! the look that did something to his poor heart made him unable to contain the expression that crept up to his face. he was waiting the whole day for you! and now that you’re here giving him what he wanted, he just couldn’t quell the excitement surging through his veins.

was he blushing? was he just hot from the weather? whatever the look on his face was, you were still absolutely stunned. never in your time with zhongli had he made a face like this before. 

you quite liked it.

“hm…” you tilted your head, looping your arm with zhongli’s. he heard the playful tone in your voice and he was living for it. “it seems that mr zhongli of the wangsheng funeral parlour is in need of some entertainment. might i borrow you this afternoon, dearest?”

zhongli nodded his head (with such enthusiasm too, there were practically stars in his eyes!). his smile was accompanied by the light blush dusted across his cheeks, arm tingling when it came in contact with yours. “of course dear, my time is yours.”

childe

you were by wanmin restaurant, chatting it up with xiangling about her newest dish you were just obsessed with. you wanted to order it again for takeaway but those incoming footsteps from behind you were quite concerning. so you turned around in curiosity because why is someone running to you at such speed?

“my looove!” oh.

you chuckled, opening your arms to accept childe into your embrace. “now what are you doing here?” you greeted as he nuzzled his face into your neck, feeling him softly exhale on your skin while his arms wrapped snugly around your waist.

“i’m not allowed to come see you when i want to? that’s so unfair of you.” childe pouted, removing himself from your neck.

“thought you’d be out ‘til the evening so i wasn’t expecting you,” you reply, briefly combing his hair down from its usual wildness. “oh! have you returned from a spar?” you bid xiangling a goodbye before heading out with ajax.

“i have! and…” the bright look on his face quickly dissipated when he showed you his upper arm after rolling up a bit of his sleeve. “i got just a little carried away in the process.” ajax looked at you with his blue eyes that feigned pain. “fix me up?” he suggested meekly.

who were you to say no to that? of course you would help your lover patch up his wounds. so after walking over to your home, you sat ajax on a chair and told him to stay put to which he replied with an animated nod of the head.

you returned with a first aid kit, quickly dabbing alcohol on his cut before bandaging him up. normally ajax never came to you with any wounds after sparring so this was a little unusual—but he was human. he would get hurt.

while you were in your little bubble of thoughts, childe was practically vibrating in his seat. the toothy grin on his face brighter than the sun that shone upon liyue, he finally had you all to himself now! and you were patching him up, these results were much better than he could’ve imagined. he’s always wished of being aided by you, since your touch was so gentle and warm.

he leaned into you, placing his forehead on your shoulder. and like a kitten he nuzzled his face into your neck. “missed you,” he mumbled, although muffled you understood what he said. pulling him further into your embrace, you let your warmth surround him. “missed you too.”

kaedehara kazuha

kazuha sits idly by a tree in liyue, whistling softly to greet the sight of the serene horizon. the sun rises gradually and soon, so will you. he lets the leaf he was playing with fly with the morning breeze, getting up to greet you a good morning.

kazuha knows just how far the sun has to hover above the horizon to know when you begin stirring out of your slumber. he enters the inn and takes the staircase to your room you booked, opening the door to find you stretching on the bed.

“good morning, my love.” his sweet voice makes your head snap upwards, your expression brightening at his presence. “morning, kazu.” you open your arms, inviting him in for a hug and he plays right into your little trap when you pull his body on top of yours.

kazuha yelps in surprise, face smacking into your pillow as he’s slotted right beside your face. he lifts his head up, shaking his head slightly in fondness. his baby hairs tickle your cheek. “you’ve just woken up but you already have the energy to play tricks like this.”

you snake your arms around his waist, pulling him flat against your body. “that’s what makes life fun, kazu.” you nuzzle your face into his warm neck. “but i might have to cut this moment short, boss needs me at the restaurant.”

what. kazuha blinks owlishly at nothing in particular. what do you mean your boss needs you at work right now? no. nope! kazuha doesn’t like the turn of events. he swears today is your day off!

“i thought you had the day off?” he raises a brow at you, trying not to sound too disappointed.

“i was supposed to but boss came over last night when you went to buy us dinner and practically begged on her knees for me to go to work.” your voice is laced with amusement as you remember the look on your boss’ face. “apparently two other employees had last minute plans they couldn’t cancel.” you remove your hands from his waist to place them on his cheeks.

kazuha doesn’t normally make such expressions so when your eyes land on his face, you can’t help but coo. “well we may stop by for some breakfast before i leave.”

his expression doesn’t improve.

you purse your lips. you’re trying your absolute hardest to contain your laughter. “i’ll ask boss to give me another day off? so i’ll have two days off to spend with you.”

kazuha shakes your hands off his cheeks so he can nuzzle his face into the juncture of your neck. “your boss should learn to keep her promises.”

thoma

“y/n! would you like me to make those pastries from yesterday?” thoma’s face pops up from behind the book you’re reading. you smile and put the book down momentarily.

“that would be love—”

“oh oh! what about those cakes from two days ago? i recall you saying that it was delicious for afternoon tea or i could make you—”

you stifle a laugh. to be honest, it has been a while since you two met up due to your busy schedules so his hyper attitude right now is understandable. but you don’t think you can have a proper conversation like this so you decide to mess with him. pulling a business smile on your face, you say, “good afternoon, commissioner.”

“h- huh?! good afternoon, my lord—” but when thoma lifts his head to greet his lord, he isn’t there. his brows furrow, whipping his head around to see the mischievous look on your face.

“y/n! that wasn’t funny.” he blushes at your teasing, pouting unintentionally in response.

you chuckle, raising your fingers to pinch both of his cheeks. “you can be so naive around me. it's adorable, thoma.”

the use of his name makes him gulp embarrassingly loud. in his kneeling position, he holds onto your wrists that now cup his warm cheeks. “i- i was just wondering if you wanted any cakes! my lord said i’m free for the rest of the afternoon so i thought—” thoma exhales shakily from your intense gaze before continuing, “—i thought i would be of service to you today.” he ends his sentence with a smile, bringing his gaze to meet yours.

your heart pounds in your ears. maintaining composure around your beloved one soon became difficult after time passed. but you learnt that letting your walls down for him was worth it.

“then let’s make those cakes together. didn’t you say you would help me improve my baking skills?” you take his hand from your wrist to guide both of you on your feet.

he nods his head like an obedient puppy. “i did!”

“then let’s head to my kitchen.”

kamisato ayato

it is rare for kamisato ayato to leave the main office. oftentimes he is drowned under paperwork that needs him to provide his official signature or input for upcoming events. however, ever since you came around, even the commissioner’s most capable retainer finds himself at a loss when in search of his lord.

the only reason ayato even leaves his office is because he hears the echo of your voice entering the estate after your afternoon walk around the city with your ladies in waiting. with swift movement, ayato relocates his work from his office into yours.

when you slide the shoji open, you flinch at the sight of the figure who’s been awaiting your arrival for the past hour (ayato’s distracted himself by busying his mind with official documents). 

“welcome home, darling,” ayato greets you while his gloved fingers continue to sign pages with his brush, ink gliding over the documents smoothly.

heat rises to your face at the pet name. you promptly dismiss your ladies in waiting before they can see the expression on your face, maintaining it to the best of your abilities until they are gone.

“have you been here this whole time?” you slide the shoji shut behind you.

ayato raises his gaze from the document to flash you a smile. “yes i have.”

unfortunately for him, you don’t miss the cheeky glint in his eye. sitting down beside him, you scold him jokingly with a pointed finger. “tsk, you’re lying. i just saw thoma bring out your tea set from your office.”

“oh.” the single syllable word is emphasised by his lips that form an ‘o’ shape.

you don’t realise you’re holding in a laugh until it bursts out of you at the sight of him acting like this. ayato’s posture relaxes as your laughter fills your office. he puts his brush down to pull you closer to him so he can lay his forehead on your shoulder while an arm wraps around your waist.

“did you happen to bump into someone on your afternoon walk?” ayato’s eyes flutter shut, fatigue finally hitting him when your warm palm rises to caress his cheek.

strands of his hair tickle your chin as you reply, “yes, i met lady hiiragi near uyuu restaurant. she said she was waiting for one of her retainers.”

“you mean you spotted lady hiiragi on a secret outing with sir kujou.” ayato doesn’t fail to correct you, the corner of his lip rising in amusement.

you gasp knowingly, patting your lips to correct your words. “indeed that is what i saw.” you nod with a smile. “no wonder she was wearing such an atrocious looking kimono and styled her hair… like that. she was disguising herself.”

ayato lifts his head to meet your gaze and jokes, “i can only imagine what sir kujou was wearing.” 

your eye twitches, a grimace appearing on your expression. “i’d rather not.”

the yashiro commissioner can only chuckle at your reaction. ah, he just loves it when you’re around.

alhaitham

the akademiya’s scribe is a rather quiet man. he only opens his mouth when necessary. for example, when his roommate, who cannot stop blabbering about a rather irritating client, comes waltzing through the hall, disturbing the peace of the scribe’s reading time, does he open his mouth to shoot him a sharp “shut up.”

another example is when a certain knock on the door is heard and kaveh goes to answer it.

“kaveh, hello! is alhaitham home?” it’s you.

the scribe is on his feet immediately. the blond yelps when he is shoved out of the way to make space for your lover, who greets you with a gentle smile. the book from earlier is now left disregarded on the chair.

“my dear, you’re here.”

alhaitham finds it difficult to stay quiet around you. there’s just always something to say when you’re right next to him. like right now as he offers his arm out for you to hold, before promptly announcing that he and you will take a stroll around the city. kaveh only gapes at the unusual behaviour of his roommate. poor man can never get used to it. you offer him an apologetic smile before leaving with alhaitham.

you sigh, patting on your lover’s arm scoldingly. “be nicer to that roommate of yours, did you see the stunned look on his face?”

“don’t look at his face, dear, it’ll stress you out,” alhaitham says bluntly as he takes the path towards treasures street.

you have to cover your own mouth before a sound so unbecoming can leave it.

alhaitham takes pride in how he can make you laugh. he loves watching your eyes twitch and how you purse your lips to contain the boisterous reaction, how you have the self-control to maintain your composure in public despite wanting to cackle loudly like a maniac. knowing he can prompt such a reaction out of you makes him huff proudly when he’s alone with his ear pieces in.

but right now, his ear pieces are turned off. he finds himself carrying the conversation as you and him find seats in the audience, waiting for a scheduled performance hosted by the zubayr theatre. he keeps you close to him as you squeal in excitement when the lights dim for nilou to appear on the stage.

alhaitham finds himself speechless when he yearns for your presence. the most he can do is pull up that smile on his face and pray to lesser lord kusanali that you’ll see the faint twinkle in his eye that is telepathically asking for your attention. the man doesn’t even realise he’s doing the latter, that’s just his unconscious bodily response.

fortunately, the dendro archon is of kind nature, and what archon of kind nature would ignore the prayer of one of her most loyal followers?

cyno

the general mahamatra comprehends his silent need for your presence when he takes a quiet stroll through caravan ribat. he misses you and your curiosity—your hand that grabs his wrist to take him to a stall that has trinkets and things that have caught your eyes or how you’re so quick on your feet to run to the next thing that shines in your field of vision.

cyno stops in his tracks, staring at the path that would show him out of caravan ribat and into the greenery that leads towards the city.

he could leave right now.

you know your lover has a demanding job so you obviously don’t get in his way with distractions. but when your head snaps to your right side at the sight of your lover donned in his usual attire, walking towards you with a rather intriguing look on his face, you have to burst his bubble of personal space.

“cyno, what are you doing here? i thought you had something to do at caravan ribat.” cyno only smiles gently, offering his hand out for you to take, which you do.

“work is finished,” he tells you, bringing you closer. “and i missed your company, my love.” he whispers lowly, gaze pouring into yours.

you raise your brows, gulping, making you break eye contact with him to stare at the interesting potted-plant behind him instead. “cyno it’s only been four days since we last saw each other.”

“that does not change anything.” cyno tilts his head to find your pretty eyes again, a crease appearing in between his brows as he stifles a laugh. “my love, my eyes are here.” and he only pulls you by your waist when you act like you don’t hear him.

he’s so insufferable.

“hm, it’s a lovely day today, how about a round of TCG with me?”

your head snaps in his direction. an expression of disbelief takes over your face completely. “are you serious? you come back after four days and you ask me if i wanna play—”

a smug look grows on cyno’s face as you complain. then it clicks in your head and you click your tongue, folding your arms and looking away. “go and play with your friends then, i can just go to treasure’s street and—”

“oh come now, love, you know that was a joke, right? or do you want me to explain what my true intentions are? because if you would like to know then i’m happy to mmph—” cyno grins into the kiss you give him, effectively shutting him up. perhaps this is what he wanted in the first place.

you pull back, heat rushing to your cheeks at your own actions but really, you miss your lover. so that seemed to be the most appropriate thing to do at that moment.

“dinner. we will have dinner.” cyno relishes in the way you grab his hand, squeezing it as you lead him towards puspa cafe.

[da-shrimping-station]

something something Beleth propositions you just cuz he can

270ish words | no major trigger warning/s | slightly suggestive

not proofread or edited

MDNI or your shins are forfeit

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You would've loved to get frisky with Belphegor tonight but to put it lightly, he's out of commission as of the moment. So you're there, hot and bothered and restless with no one to lend you a hand because it's already so late at night and the devils of Niflheim very much value their rest and downtime.

A walk would help me cool off, you thought. And off you went.

It was actually peaceful for once and you were enjoying your little stroll.

But then you bumped into someone. You would've apologised right away if the smell of tobacco and sweat didn't make you dizzy.

"Still out? Curfew was an hour ago. Aren't you supposed to be with his highness?"

Beleth didn't even bother to tilt his head the slightest, opting to look down on his nose at you quite literally. A lit cigarette was pinched loosely between his lips, wisps of smoke trailing from the tip.

"Belphegor, he's—"

"Ah." He took a drag from his cig, kind enough to not blow the smoke in your face.

You didn't bother explaining further. Out of all the devils in Hell, it's probably Beleth who understands Belphegor the most.

"Well," he spoke again, voice deep and tone light. The took the cigarette from his lips and leaned closer, face inches from yours. Now that he's in your personal space, you can clearly see the flush on his cheeks. The scent of tobacco, sweat and something heady hung in the air between the two of you.

"You're in need of some assistance. And I haven't found anyone for tonight yet. So how about we help each other out then?"

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A/N: im breaking his kneecaps just cuz i can

idek what his personality is like yet but im already writing a drabble on him wtf

lil headcanon that Niflheim citizens love their eepy times because sloth and ya need all the rest you can get to fight and train and kill angels

[email-me-more]

moments before disaster (Cloud speaks, and everything only goes downhill from there)

New chapters just around the corner, mostly editing left now!!

this has been bouncing about in my noggin since I wrote it all those weeks ago, and while sick with covid, I replayed most of Remake for the hell of it. enjoyed it very much, and got reminded of sidecharacters I had fully forgotten before. good jog of the ol' memory, all in all.

life's been shredding me alive tho, hence the delays, since I've managed to have a lot happen in a month (in the span of Only September, yo, wtf):

got the flu (absolute misery)

hosted an event for 200 people as their compére (went really well!! I'm so stoked)

got covid two days after that (went well all things considered)

suffered through two-three exams per week (kill me now, why are my professors doing me like this)

have started fighting with my neighbours about the laundry room by leaving passive-aggressive notes (they took my clothes out of the washing machine mid-cycle and left them on the floor, pissing wet, WHEN I STILL HAD A COUPLE OF HOURS LEFT OF PERSONALLY BOOKED TIME?? blowing them up with my mind, assholes.)

got a little bit hit by a bicyclist, who made the brilliant decision of just fully sending it around a corner, where I was unlocking the door to my storage unit. I'm fine, he’s fine, my right leg just has gnarly tire mark bruises (currently yellow, purple and almost green-ish?)

got a new job, we love that! (A good thing!)

[minniiaa]

It is currently 5am and I woke up like 20 minutes ago, let's go lol

You know why I'm here, I kinda know why I'm here but that's besides the point anyways, thought of the day: Law becomes confident in their relationship and makes it exclusively Luffy's problem. Luffy thought that Law being confident about them would mean more PDA, more getting to tell their friends about the cute/hot things Law did that week, but no, Law only now doesn't push Luffy away when he kisses his cheek in public and if he asks, a proper kiss on the lips. A win is a win to Luffy though and he knows better by now than to try tearing down Law's metaphorical privacy screen in one go.

What DOES change, however, is that Law has become… insatiable when it's just the two of them. They definitely share a living space by now if you're thinking a modern au setting, which I am so that's all you're getting, and Law is a MENACE compared to before. Sure they would cuddle and Luffy was given free rein to kiss Law when and wherever in the confines of their home, but now Law's dragging Luffy into cuddling on the couch or back into bed while mumbling about 10 more minutes. Luffy thinks Law is sick when he pouts about Luffy not getting home at the time he said he would (he was 7 minutes late). While Luffy wishes he could get Law to put up with his PDA more, he's still over the moon about Law initiating intimacy more than before, makes him feel a lot more appreciated than he expected.

Now the sex. It almost scares Luffy, which has little differences to arousal for him, when Law starts being more vocal and outgoing during sex. Usually he had to fight Law on pulling his face away from pillows or teasing himself until he used his words to tell Luffy what he wanted, now Law was openly crying out for Luffy like he's reciting gospel and at the same time begging for him defile the temple Luffy worships. A week ago Law gave Luffy the dirtiest look for smacking his ass after Law refused to say Luffy's name, only calling him Mugiwara/Straw Hat out of spite, while like an hour ago Luffy found Law fingering himself while shamelessly moaning his name loud enough to hear from the doorway.

I'll be so real right now, I knocked out halfway through that last paragraph, what you see now is heavily edited because I was on some shit while half awake typing it the first time… the last one though I kept mostly original cause wtf was I on when I wrote “Now the sex.” 😭

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NO BC YOU COOKED WITH THIS ONE ANON! I totally relate to the GRIPPING 5am thoughts.

I've been dying to write a one-shot with this premise, I started down this road of brainrot when I made a post about Law becoming a puppy boyfriend after years of dating Luffy and you just took it and RAN. The neurons are firing in my brain. I live for stories about them getting into relationships but one that they're already in a relationship and something changes is so fun.

I love this. Like Luffy is so used to being the one to seek out Law for affection when they're alone and Law has always given it to him, not overly so though, he always acts a little annoyed when Luffy throws himself at him or begs for cuddles when he's busy reading but he doesn't push him away. Law's just not a glutton for physical affection like him and Luffy accepts that. Law's an amazing boyfriend and it's enough for Luffy.

However, now the roles are reserved and Luffy is CONFUSED. Like don't get it twisted he is over the moon and would spend all day cuddled up with Law on the couch if he could. It's just such a drastic change, especially in bed. Luffy loves this new Law that is showing him his face and is so vocal and needy begging him for more and more until even Luffy is tired and that's saying something, it's what he's always hoped for. I think Luffy would faint from happiness if he discovered Law fingering himself and saying his name no joke.

Luffy is thrilled, albeit a bit confused and it feels so not like his Law, the one he's grown to love more than anyone in the world. He's not perfect, but he's perfect in Luffy's eyes. He wants to know why Law is suddenly so different from his normal self. Does he think he's more attractive? He looks in the mirror to see if maybe he looks different but no, he's just the same old Luffy. Maybe he just loves him more? It's great and all but why now?

I'm torn on the reasoning behind this (you should let me know your thoughts). I like the idea that Law just woke up and decided he doesn't care anymore. He knows better than anyone that life is too short and he wants to love Luffy the way that he's been wanting too deep down but he's been held back by his own insecurities even after all this time.

Maybe he had a nightmare after years of not having them and he dreams that Luffy died and there was nothing he could do. His patients are suddenly dying more than usual and Law is terrified that he's going to lose Luffy even though it's illogical. The only thing he can think to do is give him his body and soul (he already had it, but he wants to make sure Luffy knows he has it).

Whatever it is, they both like it a lot. Luffy gets all the physical affection he's ever wanted from Law and Law gets to finally be open and honest about his adoration for Luffy. They're more in love with each other than ever and everyone can see it even if Law still hasn't let up on his PDA barriers to the point they're asking if something happened. Both Law and Luffy reply "nothing" with stupid little smiles because nothing and something happened all at the same time.

Thanks for another fun ask, I love this odd anonymous brainrot sharing thing we have developed here. <3

(ps "Now the sex." is great and I would have loved to see your 5am brain chaos but the edited version is just as amazing!)

[bereft-of-frogs]

ao3 wrapped [writers edition] how about 10,11,29, or 30?

10. What work was the quickest to write?

It was either closure or the lack thereof, which I technically wrote 2 drafts of and posted over a weekend but I did have that idea kicking around since 2021, so from concept to post it was probably either with teeth we've come this far or I feel like I'm borrowing all my time, because I came up with the ideas for whumptober and finished them. All the others existed as idea bulletpoints or little jotted down paragraphs before Sept 1 but those two were completely contained.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

While the dark ocean duology did take me all summer after I'd initially thought it would take a couple weeks tops, the winner has to be the first chapter of omens and all kinds of signs which was at 60% done for 2 years. I honestly don't know that I would have finished it if I hadn't decided to post it serially, so yeah little plug for writing serially. It was really just to get back on the horse after having an off year last year.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I really like this bit where Greez is like 'wtf' in 'I feel like I'm borrowing all my time':

This all feels like an overwhelming, insurmountable task. Greez wishes he hadn’t been chosen for it. He knows how important it is, wants desperately to find the kid before he can be hurt, but it really feels beyond him. He misses the Mantis, misses the rest of the crew, even the little droid and the stowaway bogling. He misses feeling like he understands his place in the universe. His mind struggles to keep up with how long it’s been. A couple of hours? Days? Five years but wound in reverse? He knows it shouldn’t feel like five years, but it kind of does. It feels like the warmth and safety of home is something he lost long ago, or perhaps never had. Now that Cal’s missing from his proper place, it all feels like none of it ever actually happened. It both exists in his memory and doesn’t, like a distant dream. Greez shivers. All of this is very, very wrong. Cere is staring at the fire again, an inscrutable look on her face. Greez decides to fill the silence with: “I guess we have to hope they didn’t take him to Nur.” Cere whirls on him abruptly. “Of course we have to hope they didn’t take him to Nur.” “I just mean that…” Greez swallows. It’s started raining harder, raising more steam and smoke from the fires. The smoke makes his eyes sting. Cere waits for an explanation, brow furrowed. “Don’t we have to avoid…I just mean…you shouldn’t meet yourself, right? That’s one of the rules of this sort of thing, isn’t it? At least, it was in the cheesy dramas my grandmother was always watching…” “Oh.” Cere turns back to the fire. “I hadn’t considered that.”

Apologies for the length of it but I like it both for the 1) 'it shouldn't feel like five years but it does' bit, just leaning into time travel being WEIRD. Also I think I slipped up a couple times responding to comments and referred to 'timelines' but as best I can come up with for fitting time travel into SW worldbuilding....there are no alternate timelines really. Because time isn't really...real. So Greez is right, once things have started changing, they change in the future as well so it all both does and doesn't exist at the same time...idk if I ever went further on the time travel concept it would be along these lines, rather than having distinct alternate timelines.

2) the very human moment of filling an awkward silence with the exact wrong thing. XD It's such a little thing but I ended up LOVING the "Greez decided to fill the silence with" dialogue tag. XD

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

I'm going to answer this one with a screenshot of my ideas list I found while cleaning it up this weekend:

I don't want to sound like too much of a curmudgeon (though the ship has probably said on that one)*, but I can't stress enough how surprising it was that one of my biggest 'nope, would never write' became one of my favorite fics of the year. Now I feel like I can't said I'd never write something. Growth?

(*and just to stress, like...for me writing/reading, don't take this personally. I use the exclude tags but please don't take this as like a judgement, I just have never really liked them and got a bit grumpy about just how popular they were when I came back to reading Star Wars fic a couple years ago)

[ ao3 wrapped ]

[an-abyss-of-stars]

He Saw Her At Daybreak: UPDATE

Maybe I lied, Chapter 4 needs more time!! I spent a lot of time editing the latest IVAIC chapter, so I'm going to give myself a bit more time to finish this chapter.

IN THE MEANWHILE! I was on Pinterest looking for face claims for Rhaemond's babies in this fic, and long story short I fell down a rabbit hole that lead me to an app where I could create my own AI character designs, mixing genetics and whatnot to make original looking characters (not usually a fan of AI art, but for fic purposes I guess wtf it's not like I'm selling this anyway).

Anyways! Here's some cute new content that's not really spoiler-y! Rhaemond's first baby girl through various stages of her life!

The Many Faces Of:

Vaella Targaryen

Vaella is the firstborn child of Rhaena and Aemond (baby Vaella will join us in the fic by chapter 9 or 10!), she's the eldest of six children. She has her father's indigo eyes but favours her mother more in her physical features (facial features, hair texture...etc)

She was happy to be an only child for the first two years of her life…until her twin baby brothers were born. At first she hated them, she didn't know what they were, two little things that only cried and hogged all of mama and papa's time. (It wasn't true of course, her parents still made loads of time for her). It would take some time to get used to, but by the time she was three or four, she'd grown to like the twins. She'd plop them down in her chambers and play games with them, have tea parties and tell them tales. They'd smile and laugh when she did something funny for them, and eventually they became her little partners in crime.

Now she always had her father's temper, even as a child, she was prone to rage and violence if she ever felt cross. She was fierce and determined, and as Aemond's precious little girl, he spent many hours reading histories with her, teaching her Valyrian and of course training her with the sword to make her formidable. She loved her early morning practices with her papa, as well as going for long flights on Vhagar with him.

But she could also be incredibly sweet...when she wanted to be. She's Rhaena's little angel (even though Rhaena knows her baby loves chaos and destruction). Vaella loved sitting and reading with her mama just as much as she loved fighting and training with her papa.

She had the whole of Dragonstone wrapped around her finger, all the servants and maids knew well to keep on the little Princess' good side, lest they face her wrath or worse yet Aemond's.

As years passed by, and Vaella received more and more siblings, she took her role as The Eldest quite seriously. It didn't matter if her younger brothers grew taller and stronger than her, she was always the better sword fighter, the better dragon rider and she was far more skilled than any of her siblings. She was a force to be reckoned with and the realm knew it. Any slight against her family, her parents or siblings, was a personal slight against her and she would reign FIRE AND FURY on anyone who dared.

She'd grow into a true beauty, many of the Lord's and noblemen of the realm found themselves in awe of her, her presence commanded attention and fear (with her father present it only made the noblemen even more frightened). Vaella was adamant she didn't wish for a snivelling Lord as a husband, if a man wanted her hand, he'd have to earn it, he'd have to defeat her in single-hand combat...TO BE CONTINUED...maybe 😂

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Her dragon will either be Cannibal, Grey Ghost or new one from a clutch from Vermithor and Silverwing! 💖

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This was just a fun little addition I wanted to share! Also YES i have created art for ALL 6 children, so maybe I'll drop their little life bios as fun little bonus content! Cause I think the kids are going to be pretty young in the actual fic, we won't see them all grow up in those 20 chapters.

Rhaemond kids in order:

Vaella Targaryen (135 AC), Daemion Targaryen & Aelyx Targaryen (137 AC), Valaena Targaryen (138 AC), Naerys Targaryen (139 AC), baby #6 & #7 (142 AC), baby #8 & #9 (153 AC)

[misscrawfords]

4, 22 and 23 for the book ask. Merry Christmas :)

Merry Christmas! :)

4. Did you discover any new authors that you love this year?

Hmm, I wouldn't go that far but I will be reading The Three Musketeers soon because of Monte Cristo. I started reading two very easy historical mystery series by Ashley Weaver and Erica Ruth Neubauer and believe me, these are not challenging or great literature but both hit a certain spot for early 20th century female detectives with implausible love-interests. Like Miss Fisher knock-offs.

22. What’s the longest book you read?

Easily The Count of Monte Cristo. Thank goodness for audiobooks because there's no way I'd have read it "normally".

(Side note, wtf is wrong with people who thinking reading by audiobook isn't proper reading? So when your parents read you books at bedtime did that not count? Were the audiences of the Homeric poems doing it wrong because they didn't have a hardback special edition copy of the Iliad in their hands which they read in silence, remembering not to dog-ear the pages? Grow up!!)

23. What’s the fastest time it took you to read a book?

Don't know exactly but I re-read a lot of Agatha Christies that can't have taken me more than 24 hours to finish and I read Alias Emma in about that as well.

End of year book ask!

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

Hi 🖤

I dunno if you're still taking your Spotify Wrapped requests or what numbers were taken (I'm catching up on reading today!), but if you still are and it wasn't taken, could I request a little something with number 33?

33. Vigilante Shit by Taylor Swift 

I swear I listen to different music, y’all just somehow know which ones are Taylor. And yes! You all can request anything from me at any time especially for this lol  

So far, the requested numbers are 3, 4, 7, 13, 17, 21, 22, 33, 55, and 88. I only have two more to get out after this one unless people submit more! 

Alright, I had to make an AU for this one. What if Townsend was the bad guy and Catherine was a somewhat unlikable good guy? And maybe his ex-wife. Apparently, my answer to that question is the girls organizing a sting against him. I give this man... such a hard time. I’m sorry to this man. (Edit after writing: UM I actually REALLY like this one wtf)

There was at least two things Catherine Goode never left the house without. A weapon and her eyeliner, but sometimes those were one and the same. Tonight, however, there was no confusing the two. Despite how sharp the cat eye she had done was it didn’t hold a candle to the gun strapped to her thigh beneath her skirt. This was a routine meeting, in fact it was more of a drop, but still. You never could be too careful.  

It was a breezy day, nice enough to sit at one of the patio tables at the café. So, that’s exactly what she did. It also gave her a perfect excuse to keep her sunglasses and hat on. To most people it just looked as if she was a very put together woman with a vision for her outfit (which was true). Others probably considered she was trying to advertise she wanted to be left alone (she did). 

It seemed the woman sat at the table behind her had other ideas though. 

“You know ‘looks can kill’ is an expression,” she said. “Not something to strive for.” 

Catherine scoffed into her coffee cup, “Speak for yourself.” 

Catherine couldn’t see her apparent companion's expression, but she got the feeling she was smiling. “He’s going to think you wore that for him.” 

“He should learn to stop flattering himself,” Catherine replied. 

“Oh?” The other woman sounded amused. “Did you wear it for me?” she teased. 

Smiling, Catherine pretended to look at the menu on her table. She kept it lifted at just the right angle. “Rachel, you know better. I don’t dress for women. Or men.” 

“Ah,” Rachel mused. “I was unaware revenge had such a strict dress code.” 

“Stick with me, I’ll teach you all about it.” The breeze picked up a bit, making Catherine’s skirt flutter along with the napkins on the table. “Tell me you have something before I try killing him with something besides my looks.” 

“Easy,” Rachel scolded. “Don’t make me have to turn you in instead.” 

Catherine shook her head. “Classic Rachel. Never wanting to start shit.” 

“Why start shit when you can just tell them how it ends?” Before Catherine could reply, Rachel stood up and began taking her leave. As she did, she walked past Catherine’s table, and something landed smoothly in the bag Catherine had thrown over her chair. 

She waited until she got back to her place to open the package from Rachel. She smiled as she took in the contents, as well as the note in Rachel’s handwriting that read ‘Don’t get sad, get even’. 

“Abigail?” Edward questioned. He couldn’t think of another woman that would be in his office at such a late hour but even for Abigail that was odd. She turned and... No, it wasn’t Abigail. It looked kind of like her, so it had to be, “Rachel?” he guessed. He’d never met the woman, but Abigail had mentioned she had a sister. 

“Hello, Edward,” she greeted as he approached her. Once he crossed the threshold into the room the door shut behind him. It was both abrupt and loud, fitting for the third member of the party that had decided to join them. 

“Ah,” Edward mused, looking over his shoulder. “There you are, Abigail.” 

The woman in question gave him a smile loaded with fake innocence as she looked at him. He looked between the two of them. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having an audience with both Cameron sisters?” 

“We have a message from Catherine,” Rachel said. That was all it took to get Edward to snap his attention back to her and away from her sister. She fought the urge to smile at the reaction. “She says ‘game on’.” 

Edward looked from Rachel back to Abigail before beginning to laugh. “Oh, that’s so nice,” he said, still chuckling. “Unfortunately, she needs proof.” 

Abigail and Rachel looked around him, exchanging a glance with one another. Abby gave the man between them a wide smile. “Don’t worry, we were more than happy to provide her with that.” 

“What?” Edward asked. 

“She needed cold hard proof,” Rachel said. She was leaning against his desk, speaking slowly as if he were a child. “So, we gave her some.” 

Edward didn’t look like he wanted to laugh anymore. He looked between the two women once more, from Rachel’s stoic stance to Abigail’s triumphant smile. 

“Come on, Edward. You had to see she had the envelope,” Abby said, crossing her arms. “Where do you think she got it from?” When Edward just glared at her she tilted her head to the side and spoke again. “What do you think Rachel? She’ll definitely get the house.” 

Rachel nodded. “The house, the kid, all of your assets probably,” she paused, pretending to think about it. “Your pride.” 

Edward scoffed. “I never pictured you being thick as thieves with my ex-wife, Abigail.” 

Abby pushed off the wall and approached him slowly, as if she were stalking prey. “Well, can you blame me?” She pulled out a folder Edward just noticed she had. “I hope you don’t mind; we intercepted the agent you had spying on her. I believe he was going to bring you these,” she opened it and produced pictures of Catherine taken from a distance she was likely unaware of.  

“We thought we’d make the delivery for him,” Rachel commented. “Seeing as we were already on our way.” 

Edward shot her a glare but Abigail letting out a low whistle drew his attention back. She turned a photo towards him of Catherine getting into his car. 

“She looks so pretty,” Abigail practically purred. “Driving in your Benz.” She raised her eyebrows at Edward’s murderous expression. Shoving the photos into his chest, she spoke again, “Here. You can keep these. Not like she didn’t know about them. You know,” she winked. “In case you couldn’t tell.” 

Edward glared at her, still not speaking. 

Abigail shrugged. “What can I say. She learned about dressing for revenge from the best.” 

“And what makes you two lovely ladies so sure I’ll let you out of this room alive?” he finally asked. 

“That’s cute,” Abby said, his attention still on her. “You think it’s up to you. You’ll have to ‘let’ us. Isn’t that cute, Rach?” 

“Very.” 

Edward turned his head sharply. Rachel’s voice sounded much closer than it had before even though he hadn’t heard her approach. He didn’t manage to turn enough to see her, but he felt an abrupt stab of pressure to his throat. “Lucky for us you’re too stupid to not underestimate us.” 

“Ask not what you can do for the patriarchy but what the patriarchy can do for you,” Abby’s voice sounded even though Edward couldn’t see her through his now blur vision. 

The pressure fell away, and he tried to quickly regain his bearings. When he did, both women were standing in the open doorway of his office. “Don’t you ladies have some kind of code you’re supposed to follow?” he asked, trying to catch his breath.   

“Yeah,” Abby said, rolling her eyes. “To each other. Not to you. It was fun while it lasted, Edward, but” she shrugged. “The ladies have simply had enough.” 

Before the banter could go any further (or get more physical than they felt like dealing with) Rachel pulled her sister away and they disappeared into the dark. 

“Did you hear?” Joe asked, falling into step beside Rachel. 

“I’ve heard a lot of things,” she said. “Elaborate.” 

“About Townsend.” 

“Ah,” Rachel said. “Yes. Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI. And more to the CIA.” 

“Yeah,” Joe said. “I wonder how that happened.” He sounded very much like he knew exactly how that happened, but Rachel wasn’t about to say. 

Turned out, she didn’t have to. 

“He was doing lines, plain as day, Joseph,” another person fell into step with them. “And crossing all of mine on top of several other things. But you’ve surely seen the list by now.” 

Joe chuckled to himself. “Hello to you, too, Catherine. And yes, I have.” He chanced a quick up and down glance at the new addition. “You look nice this evening. Dressing for villains?” 

Rachel snorted. “Certainly not innocents. Is that a thigh holster-,” 

“Shh,” Catherine scolded. “I’m not dressed for friends so you two don’t need to worry about it. Now if you’ll excuse me,” she started to separate from the pair. “I have highly important vigilante business to attend to.” 

Joe and Rachel didn’t watch as she disappeared into the night. In an outfit like hers she would blend into the darkness immediately anyway. Joe looked at Rachel. “So, what is she now, like Batman?” 

Catherine heard Rachel’s laugh all the way down the block and smiled to herself. 

[claudiajcregg]

hi! 💜

🍦🏆🎃

Hi 💜💜💜 Thank you for asking, Ally!

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Which one isn't. I feel like I write a lot of sweet stuff. I think I've written too much of it. I need to start posting my longer, angsty fics to shed that reputation. (Alas, they also have sweet moments.)

As you know, I think of the memoir fic (still you never took your hand from mine) as a sweet, fluffy fic overall. I would also say that the wedding one was pretty sweet, too. And out of the ficlets I've posted, I'd say it's either this mirror ficlet I finally posted on AO3 last month or the Jan 22nd, 2007 one that I have yet to post over there.

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

It's gotta be maybe everything's turning out the way it should be, my Big Block of Cheese fic (it has 100+ kudos, and most hits combined). My stuff is never that popular! I am still flattered and shocked, but it was always the one fic I knew I wanted to post eventually. I could just tell it was special when I wrote it. (All the way back in October 2018!)

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I do! I love the holidays, and bringing everyone together. It's interesting to explore what feelings a holiday brings to the surface, and the circumstances the characters are in (since most of the ones I've written are canon-compliant). I hadn't realized I've actually posted three, wtf: two for Christmas (one set in S1 and another in S7, though this is more adjacent than anything), and one for Thanksgiving. They were all a lot of fun to write. I cannot believe the way all three grew while editing them 🙈

Fun fact: I also have to finish a possible bookend for that S1 one, set post-show (need to get back to it), and edit another Christmas-adjacent story that alludes to the press fic but is a standalone. (And that's not counting a bunch of NYE stories that I've never been too happy with.)

Thank you again, Ally! And sorry for the kinda lame answers. It's taken me almost an hour to reply 🤦🏻‍♀️

[tea4silver]

I posted 184 times in 2022

That's 184 more posts than 2021!

131 posts created (71%)

53 posts reblogged (29%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@aliens-took-my-iwa-chan

@duckvenger

@suspiciouslyglowingmoss

@alexejs-chaos-corner

@well-maybe-i-feel-stabby

I tagged 143 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#jekyll and hyde - 97 posts

#the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde - 88 posts

#dr henry jekyll - 64 posts

#mr edward hyde - 64 posts

#au - 54 posts

#an unfortunate case - 45 posts

#the glass scientists - 38 posts

#tgs jekyll - 19 posts

#tgs hyde - 14 posts

#robert lanyon - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 86 characters

#like how would they make a multiple season long plot from 100 or something page novel?

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

all I'm here for, is to say: I am absolutely gay for these two. thank you, that's it. that's my big conclusion from today.

this applies to almost every J&H variant btw. I really wanna see more of them too...

(illustration is old, never posted it cause I messed it up, don't mind that lol )

119 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#4

the absolute wonder that is the second chapter cover of TGS--

I swear, just looking at it brings me joy :')))

tried to replicate the artstyle again, enjoy lol

120 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#3

since it's TGS Monday, here's some 'Confrontation'!

inspired by the musical adaptation I watched live around a month ago ^^

143 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

#2

okay, y'all know what?? let's do option 2!!!

reblog this with your own interpretation of Jekyll and Hyde and I'll try to make it into a bigger collab :DDD

also don't mind if I get a bit creative while stylizing but I'll try my best to stay as close to original as possible ^^

(be advised, this might take a couple weeks for me, but I'd absolutely love to see everyone's versions :)))

oh fuck I might have to draw... a background.

edit 2: and we have reached 40!!

submissions are now closed!!

thank you to everyone who contributed!!!! love y'all and your amazing works <3

and now off to work!!!

also yet again, I shall ask for your patience,,,, I'm really sorry but I'm already drowning in too much to do, so even while prioritizing this, it'll take a few weeks... I'll try and keep y'all updated ^^

175 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

IT. IS DONE.

I actually fucking did it. I finished a project. wtf.

anywayssss, I still do not know how to animate properly so I hope u enjoy it :3333

(this actually took 9 hours, in total worktime, holy shi-)

here're the original panels from TGS!!!

and now-- I'll just,,, sleep I guess???

447 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[abstractdiagram]

“The worse you sing the longer you’re able to sing.”

And I sang. :-) Backstreet Boys, N*Sync, Disney, and Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog. Watch that last one. Do it. It’s like an hour long. It’s fabulous.

Break for illicit substance use ahead.

Did not know that my CBD/THC oil was … postponed by alcohol. Took my oil. Drank gelatinated alcoholic shots and some flavored vodka in a can things. And smoked a bowl (haven’t done that since middle school, I shit you not! They had to re-teach me.

Like two hours later - at friggin two am I got goofy. Like my legs and feet won’t listen to me when I say relax so they’re tense and cramped a lot unless I tell myself to let the muscles go. I had weird non sequiturs and got absolutely enthralled by the 2021 Mortal Kombat because the violence was really pretty. Like prettily choreographed and even though I felt like the CGI was more noticeable to me it was interesting.

So now I have an actual connection should I want to move away from the oil. Like I know a purveyor of vegetation. He gave me a test run. Except it’s like in lump form. And … I … have no idea how to transubstantiate from Blob form to anything else. Can you web search the regular non-dark web to ask it how does the lump become a friend? I had a weird wild idea and got a couple items offline. Cheap and will probably kill me from a website that definitely isn’t Shein but also isn’t “ReliableProductsEthicallySourcedNoExtraLeadPaint . com”

Seriously. Have severe, severe dry mouth. I’ve had two one-liter waters and two diet cokes since I stopped the alcohol for the night. I am not hungover in the least. I’m a bit still HyperADHDBrainMode but that may be because I’m still running on a quarter dose of the one I used to be on for years after being on the med itself for 20 years. How can 225mg venlafaxine be $155?

I had to see it. You do too.

The water is three feet away. *Mission Impossible theme starts* The objective? Obtain the fucking water because it feels like I’ve been licking sand. The tricky spot? Bear is in between me and the water. Added Pepsi Challenge? He’s a light sleeper and my reach is less than that three feet when trying to not climb on or even just too close to Bear. *Mission Impossible switched to

… I just went on a literal hour long quest to find the song it changed to. We played it in jazz band. Baritone saxophone lead line dun dun dun dun duh duh dah duh dun dun dun dun duh duh dah duh. Then higher horns start waaaaaaaaaaa waaaah waaaaaaaaaa weee wah, wah wah wah wha wha wah dun dun dun duh da

And I know it’s jazz and it’s not got words that I know of and it’s not the only three songs I remember the name of because I checked. It’s not In The Mood, Sing Sing Sing, or Hillstreet Blues theme.

I want to say it’s swing music now. wtf. I need to figure this out. Maybe it’s a theme song. Fuck what’s it called. What genre is it? EDIT AT 2335 MONDAY NIGHT: It’s the Peter Gunn theme

If bear was up I’d call my mom and hum it. But I’m also kinda mad at her so maybe not. We got a home piercing gun. I did her ears (fifth time up from the lobe) and I was careful and straight and measured and they are in line and spaced well. Mine are… the last iteration of the “Oh, look, a strawberry!” that just goes, “uullllo a strbby.”

The second is too far back and the the first pic it’s too high up.

I don’t hate it as much as I did the first time I looked. I’m trying to go with the “oh, it’s unique” but that route is not appealing.

I’m so thirsty!!!

[rodbei]

Barbecue bacon burger

Øhm ok i wanted to do this before the party yesterday but now im doing on the train on my way home home on the train

Yesterdayyyy i woke up gave red their fucking vacumm back and we went to school its fucking foggy all the time rn

We had film to start of with we learnt about editing, and omg were watching bits of this one movie AND I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENDS am going insane. But we were in a group of me red a dude who ive become freinds with calleddddd "mail" cause its funny we had the edit this one clip and omg its was so funny me and red had to be acting togheter and holy shit we cant act omg. But theyre was this one girl in our class omg i felt so bad they dont say a lot at all and suddenly they just dissapeered and red was talking about how they werent talking alot and they were scared of keeping them iut if the projekt i added it was their own peoblem and suddenly they emerge from behind this cirner say they were sorry they dident talk alot and we felt so badd ahhhh red tried to comfort them but i think they went home after class wa.

They we had history it was fine i understood more this time but i still hate the way it teached cause it such an intresting subjeckt SO WHY DONT I UNDERSTAND SHIT UR SAYING.

Then we had math and i drew smallish beans and red said we should cosplay hermitcraft togheter i hope we can do it could be so fuuuunn.

After school i found out my back bike whell of my bike WITH UNBREAKABLE wheels had a fucking punctured wheel im screaming mail fixes it but the air was out before we were homing and omg i was sweating on my way home it gets 10 degress varmer on the way home every day so its super cold and then its super varm so im always SWEATING on the way home.

But i got home and procrastinated taking a shower for two hours on tiktok when i finally took a shower i realised it hink im losing weight?! And i dont know how to feel about it. At boarding school always felt horrible cause they gave us so much food and we never really did anything physical so i always felt bad eating wich is fucking stupid and now its like im never really hungry in the same was also i bike 10 km every day so i guess its nice but also wtf.

Anyway after my shower i made the best pb and j with banana ever and called my bf to watch 2 episodes of stranger things YIPPE we also just yapped alot and i hung up my posters i live my bf hes so cute.

I was also weirdly overstimulated after my shower but not overwhelmed more in the way that i could feel my hair in my face, my clothes touching my skin and just EVERYTHING also my toes touching and that everything was sticking to my feet ew ew ew.

But i put a hat on some comfy clothes and socks and it was only a midly horrible.

Then i died for tan hour tryin to figure out what to wear to the party cause it was fucking childs birthday themed. I landed on twd shirt with short pants funky socks and converse yippe.

Then i struggeld to find kale to go to rema but o found them we struggeld to find ea who had a car or somthing. And then mail the whimsical just kinda s p a w n e d. But the car dident car so we just walked to rema and i got some smirnoff and energy drink and alchohol and an AMERICAN lollypop i mean it fit the theme but mail kept saying i was patriotic?! BARBECUE BACON BURGER we go tot the party and then we left to make mails gross gross microwave burger and his choclate milk 😭 i had a LOT of energy oh and red spawned even tho they dislike parties. I went back and fourth frlm the party to them and i drank some smirnoff and here it gets a bittt blurry me and mail had a bit with BARBECUE BACON BURGER cause both him and red dont drink so they were just following me around eventually i got a drink from the bar and omfg shit just tasted like straight up vodka omfg it was eww i also paid some one for a party hat but i paid them with the rest of my lollipop pls wtf😭 i also called viggo at some point and me and mail kept screaming BARBECUE BACON BURGER at eachother omg.

I also called viggo at somepoint THEN I WON IN UNO AGAIN RED AND MAIL YIPPE im a god at uno fr fr. I ran around a lot it was fun i also did reds dishesss?? And mail walked me home at like 23 or somthing and called viggo and went to beddd. OH SHIT RED TOOK A VIDEO OF ME OH NO i tried to do the HOTTOGO dance and i failed oh noooooo

Song of yesterday was the meme BARBECUE BACON BURGER

- Redbei 09:06 21 sep on a train so so eepy

[ravynfyre]

woke up later than I wanted to this morning in extreme pain because my shoulder has apparently decided on violence today.

discovered that the dogs opened the cabinet under the sink last night and got into the trash. Big mess to clean up now.

fucking cow gooped up the water trough by standing in it again so I had to go out and drain it to clean it out before refilling. Shoulder Did Not Approve.

Got my mail only to discover that 1) the mercari item that I paid for with credit from something I sold there had not charged me enough postage, so I owe postage on it to the tune of more than doubling what I paid for it, and if I had known postage would be that much originally, I'd have bought it new from amazon instead of "saving a few bucks" on mercari

and 2) a pin I have been waiting a long time for arrived with both posts bent.

got YET ANOTHER FUCKING PHONE CALL from United Home Warranties despite 1) being on the national do not call registry and 2) having BEGGED THEM every single previous time (12 and counting) that they called to take me off their fucking call list and respect that I am on the national do not call registry

went out to the truck to head into town because I need to deposit cash in the bank and get the correct cash to pay my postage due, as well as stop at the hardware store to get some yellow teflon tape, since I am expecting the delivery of the new regulator for my bulk propane tank today. the regulator to replace the one that lost 200 gallons of propane over the last 2 months, apparently.

Only to discover that my truck batteries - yes BOTH of them - are DEAD and could not even put my windows down, much less fire up the diesel engine.

decided to take advantage of my verizon roadside assistance program that I pay extra every month for. except that it took 20 minutes for them to get back to me and tell me that it would be TWO HOURS for someone to come from a shop 22 MILES AWAY to jump me. There's more than a dozen shops between here and there, including TWO less than two miles away in town. but they wouldn't do it for Verizon.

decided fuck it and tore the house apart to find my own charger and got it set up. Even if it takes two hours to charge a battery enough to fire up my truck, that will still be the same time it would have been to drag someone TWENTY TWO FUCKING MILES ONE WAY. like, wtf, Verizon?

It is now the 2 hour mark from that point. I am going to go try to start my truck. ....not charged enough to start. -sigh-

ever have one of those days where maybe you should have just stayed in bed?

EDIT: pistons that hold up my truck hood can no longer hold up that weight when it is warm. joy.

[catofadifferentcolor]

Hogwarts Legacy

Her fate was not mine to decide.

I have always loved Harry Potter, even when I've not particularly liked it. The universe JKR created is a beautiful playground from which so much can be done, even if much of that involves correcting the systemic problems, abuses, and oversights of that universe.

I'm not usually a very big video game player - I'll play one, maybe two games a year - but I played Hogwarts Legacy when it first came out. How could I not? I discovered HP before the fourth book came out and was obsessively in love with the series until the last book dropped. I got it at midnight, read frantically (finishing just minutes before I was supposed to clock in to work), and then never picked up the series again. I've read a lot of fanfic since... but have only ever been mildly interested in picking up the books again. The horcruxes as a concept felt like something better suited to a video game, the epilogue was an eyebrow-raising piece of WTF, and the movies/plays which have come after have interested me not at all.

Which makes it very odd that I was so keen on this game. I still can't say why. I do my best to avoid all spoilers for things such as this, so all I knew was that it was supposed to be monumentally pretty, and I guess that was enough. I preordered it and started playing almost right away.

And, honestly, on my first play through I wasn't impressed. Oh, it was gorgeous, but the plot was average and nothing you did actually mattered except for the final choice in the final boss battle, so it felt pointless. Not to mention there were so many collectables that even with extensive use of internet guides I still couldn't find the last four revelio pages I needed for the Collector's Edition achievement and after many hours wasted finally gave up.

(Plus, I was nauseous to the point of actual sickness at least twice when playing. I stuck it through, but vowed never again.)

Then I stumbled across A Different Legacy by Finexs, in which a female HP becomes the Player Character of Hogwarts Legacy, and have never looked at the game the same way since. When they started updating again the other month, I decided a replay was in order - and boy was I not disappointed.

Because the thing is: once you start looking at the game from the slant of this is where things all started to go wrong, this is how Grindlewald was able to gain power, Voldemort was able to destroy so much, and Dumbledore manipulate what remained, it kind of works. If you look at the game as an alternate history of the worst goblin rebellion in history, which would eventually lead to greater oppression and repression of magical beings and dark magic... it works. It doesn't really work as canon... but as an AU I can get behind it.

That being said, the game's still not perfect - Sebastian Sallow's arc starts brilliant then nosedives quickly into the farcical Dark Magic bad, anyone who even looks at it is evil, as was Slytherin himself. The dynamics of the Sallow family only make sense if you accept that his uncle Solomon had a Snape-like obsession over Anne and Sebastian's mother, and even then I still want to scream why Imperius a goblin in the first place? why, in the middle of battle, would that be your first instinct?

My other complaints are relatively minor. The inventory system took me half my first play through to get, and tying expansion of it to the Merlin Trials is annoying, but bearable if you sell things off often enough. Being able to change the appearance of the gear is the only thing that makes half the nonsense they try to pass off as clothing bearable... and the PC smiles entirely too often and somewhat strangely in the cutscenes. IDK why, but I find the smile just off and inappropriate enough that it disconcerts me. No one should smile that often. No one.

Plus, once you have the basic spells down, with a little bit of exploring you can shoot quickly through the levels and be massively overpowered by the time you head to Hogsmede the first time. Which, while fun in its own way, diminishes replay value.

Otherwise... Ancient Magic is a gimmick I'd love to know more about, and Isidora is a villain I could actually get behind - the second time - after I realized no one ever said why what she was doing was wrong, just to stop immediately because the only other person with her abilities said it was bad. One good explanation of why altering feelings with magic is bad would have stopped - or propped up - the whole plot (though I imagine anything they said would have sounded like an excuse to not take any meds a psychologist might prescribe, and thus cut).

Expanding the magical world to more than just a school and an alley is also a delightful choice, and exploring the land around Hogwarts is fun (if occasionally dizzying). The disturbing number of poachers the magical world allows to go unchecked right in the backyard of their only school is concerning, as is proof of the general incompetence of the ministry of magic a full century before the events of the books. (I still believe the auror "investigating" the poachers had to be in on it, because otherwise her level of incompetence beggars belief.)

...all of which is a long way of saying: it's not a bad game. Maybe one day I'll come back and play one of the other two houses, but at least 50% of this game hangs on nostalgia. Thinking about any of its plot points or implications opens up a whole host of questions, as does HP itself, but if you take the game as just itself... it's not bad. Pretty, solid, but not stellar.

3 out of 5 stars, with .5 of that from nostalgia. Worth playing once, but maybe not more than the four times it takes to hit every house once.