#all 3 of you :)

[jaytalking]

Oh yeah I have a tumblr, forgot.

[arntyoujustcute]

"Strange Manicure"

(^She's so cocky here, I love her)

"Hey, Sektor?” Smoke calls out to her from across the table, snapping her from the thoughts. New blueprints for her flamethrower’s harness and what material would be best suited for it served as her mind's distraction as they waited for Bi-Han's arrival.

“Yes, Smoke?” She replied, lifting her head up from its resting place on her crossed hands. She had cleaned her hands free of her workshop's dirt and oil before coming to this assembly, and her nails were just as spotless. That was not what Smoke wanted to point out, however. It was something else on the Master Armorer that confused him.

“Why are the nails on your middle and ring fingers shorter than the others?” 

The young man asked his question, truly clueless on the matter. Her work was very hands-on, of course, but her nails were deliberately cut short on both hands compared to the rest on her other fingers.

Sektor sighed and glared, breathing low through her nose. Next to Smoke, Scorpion coughed loudly behind his mask, trying to cover up the laughter that tried to spill out.

“Mind your business, Tomáš.” Sektor scoffed, turning away from the smoke user. Scorpion is now chuckling silently, his face in his hands. Smoke blinks rapidly between the two of them, not sure what he did wrong.

“I did not mean to offend, I was only curious since it seemed like you did it on purpose.” He explained, making his situation even worse. Sektor glared daggers at him that would have killed him dead if she had it her way, and his brother laughed loudly, tears building up in his face.

“You have not felt the touch of a woman yet, have you?” Sektor mocked, still refusing to give him the reason for her strange manicure. Tomáš gasped, confused about what he did to deserve that when Kuai Liang spoke up from his laughing fit.

“If you are truly curious brother, go ask Sektor's assistant. I'm sure she wouldn't mind helping you!” Kuai teased, earning Sektor’s ire.

“Do not even think about it Tomáš!” She snarled, standing up from her seat. What goes on between her and her signif-her assistant is no one's business but there's.

Smoke stuttered, not sure why you of all people would know the answer to his question, but then Bi-Han walked through the room, icy vapor trailing behind him. The Grandmaster's presence forces them and everyone else in the room to look at him.

“Is there an issue?” The cryomancer spoke gruffly, seeing the scene playing out between his brothers and Master Armorer.

“Nothing, Bi-Han. May we begin now?” Sektor spoke first before Scorpion and Smoke, the two younger brothers quickly changing into pictures of obedient subordinates with the eldest of them now appearing.

Bi-Han looks between the three of them, still suspicious that he interrupted something judging from how Smoke keeps looking at Sektor, like she offended him. He will find out more later, from Sektor herself or from one of his brothers, and the meeting begins with little fuss.

Later on, while Sektor is off distracted somewhere, Tomáš makes his way down to her laboratory. He dodges cables, heavy boxes of building materials, and random chemicals in bottles stamped with symbols he doesn't understand. The person he seeks is currently leaning over one of the many tables around the room, a pair of heavy goggles protecting their face as they piece together more toxic yellow glue bombs for Cyrax. They hear his footsteps on the metal floor and look up from their work, lifting the industrial goggles hiding their eyes from view.

“Tomáš! What can I do for you?” You ask cheerfully, twisting yourself in your chair to face him. The Czech greets you back, making his way around your lover's magnificent lab to your side.

“I hope I am not interrupting you too much, I have a question to ask you that Sektor refused to answer.” Tomáš reveals, making you hum. Sektor could occasionally be a bit brash, a side effect of a large ego combined with a strong mind. It annoyed you in the beginning, but now you know better than to let her attitude get under your skin, and better yet, how to get under hers.

“You're good! What is it?” 

“Why are Sektor’s nails on her ring and middle fingers shorter than her other ones?” He asked, still just as clueless. He watched as your eyes widened and mouth dropped, a tiny squeak coming out from your throat. Your face heated up from embarrassment, and you quickly looked away from the warrior as you sat up.

“What!? W-why would I know?!” You yelled, your fingers coming up to try and cool your heated face. “Why are you asking me?”

“Scorpion said that you would know!” Tomáš defended himself, now on the receiving end of two different women's anger. You were not as skilled as him or Sektor in kombat, but you were more than able to hold your own. As if Sektor would ever leave you alone without some way to defend yourself. 

“Well I don't, so there's your answer!” You snapped, bringing your conversation with the typhomancer to a close. You stomped away from him, flinging your goggles and gloves to the side and going after wherever your lover was in the temple. To kiss or slap her, you don't know yet, you'll figure it out on the way.

Tomáš meant to chase after you, asking for forgiveness for whatever he did, but then the invisible light bulb over his head went off. He still didn't understand the thing with Sektor’s nails, but he did understand why his brother sent him after you. 

You, a lowly engineer and Lin Kuei initiate, and Sektor, the clan’s Master Armor and its best mind…what an interesting couple.

[read-nekojiru]

[omoriboii]

What do you think Basil and Hero's relationship is like? I don't see content of them much.

Some Dreamscape Spoilers

(Don't read this unless you're caught up to the current chapter, Chapter 16)

A lot can be said about those two. I haven't gotten to write them together just yet, but that's because their conflict involves a lot of stuff circling around both Mari, and Sunny. When Mari passed, they took refuge in each other's company for a while as they tried to care for an incredibly broken and grieving Sunny. Something had to have been the lead up to her Suicide, yet the two people closest to her were either emotionally unavailable, or in complete denial. Hero wasn't willing to share those answers, claiming it had something to do with things completely out of his control. While Basil wanted to believe that for a while, it eventually lead him into digging deeper, realizing things he probably didn't even want to know about the Nanako (Sunny and Mari) siblings.

The moment he told Hero what he found, that's when he snapped. All of a sudden, he was madder than Basil had ever seen him before, and it was all directed towards Sunny. He didn't think it was fair at all to be treating him that way, but he didn't know any better. There were still pieces of the story he hadn't uncovered, and he still hasn't.

Ever since that tournament fight happened, and things between Candace and Hero transpired, him and Basil haven't been talking.

That won't be permanent though, they're going to need each other soon enough. And when that comes, Revelations are going to be made. Heads may roll, a fight might break out, but regardless of everything that transpires, they will always have something in common.

Neither can move on, and neither want to stop chasing the dream that has already been long gone.

[owchie-wowchie]

Same anon that mentioned my favourites of your fics;

I'm glad me caring about them means a lot to you, and I'll extend my own thank you to you for writing them!

I would love to know how you were intending the rest of BSAWW to go (but don't feel obligated to explain if you don't want to) :]

*takes long drag from cigarette* gather round the campfire, kids. So, I felt like it was getting kinda bloated plot wise so I was preparing to slim down on things (and then I slimmed so much, it stopped existing lol), but, iirc, Paul was going to go talk to Emma and, I never got around to explaining this, but at the end, it was actual real Paul there. Like that was really him.

Basically, Pokey let go of Paul for a bit and shoved the real Paul back in for a bit as a trick. He wanted Paul to trick Emma and co into letting their guard down and taking Paul to Webby's castle where he was going to go back to infected Paul and do some evil shit (I don't remember the whole original plan tbh)

In the rush of everything, Webby and Holloway met up and hurried to create the spell that would send Webby and her brothers back to hell (They didn't have enough time to make sure Webby could stay, it was going to be this whole bittersweet thing)

Paul would die fr because there was no Pokey to keep him alive and he'd die in Emma's arms and it'd be all sad. Wilbur, freed from the lords, goes back to the Wilbur he was before he met the lords and became a good guy. I think maybe he was going to lose all his magic, though I can't remember, I never wrote down the plan because I thought I'd be able to write the story faster. Oh, also, John was Wilbur's grandson the whole time. I never figured out how to slide that into the story naturally :/

That's basically the gist of what I wanted to do, there would've been a lot of plot lines that got dropped or didn't have satisfying endings but that's on me. If you have any questions, feel free to ask and I'll try to remember

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[vulpinesaint]

quiz enjoyers! i am now inviting you to come create something in my workshop❕

[capric0rn]

[anarcho-catboyism]

Idk what trans man needs to hear this but you're NOT evil or disgusting for being a man. You do NOT have to suffer for the sins of the patriarchy committed by cis dudes. Being a man doesn't invalidate the misogyny you experienced growing up or experience now. Being a man doesn't mean you deserve to be isolated. Being a man doesn't mean you're inherently predatory or scary. You didn't "choose" this, and finding your true self is NOT "betraying the community" because you happen to be a man and/or masculine rather than a woman and/or feminine. You ARE allowed to be upset when people "affirm" your gender by malgendering you.

You DO deserve a community that uplifts you. You DO deserve to experience trans joy. You DO deserve to have your voices heard and your struggles recognized. Wanting the bare minimum of solidarity is NOT "making everything about trans men".

[cardo-de-comer]

10/10 - "all is gone, none is won"

[onekisstotakewithme]

having online friends who are busy is just like. I LOVE YOU. I miss you. YOU GOT THIS. I'm giving you space to work. I LOVE YOU.

[sunbloomdew]

do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

[technikki]

if there's anything i've learned from the current state of social media it's that this is one of the worst possible notifications you can receive upon opening an app

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[nugromancer]

When I say I cackled...