#also i realized pudding is fun to write

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Spending Time With Them-Mai Natsume, Trinity Glassfile, Es, and Celica A. Mercury

"Anonymous asked: Really enjoyed your "What it would be like hanging out with them" BlazBlue scenarios. Then I realized that my favorite gals weren't on 😭. Do you think you can do one for Mai Natsume, Trinity Gladsfille, and Es (Xblaze)?"

Fun Fact: Originally Mai was supposed to be on the original list, I even recalled writing something for her and everything. However, once I actually went to put in her Eye Catch, I couldn’t find it and it turns out I had not written anything for her. Trinity and Es were also originally on the list but were cut due to a lack of ideas for them.

Time spent with Mai would involve a lot of animals, especially strange ones and doubly so for reptiles.

She really likes reptiles.

Something about them always piqued her interest.

She would love it if she could share that interest with you, and especially if she could talk about it or just dump all the strange factoids and tidbits of information she can onto you.

Spending time with Trinity would most likely be spent with a cup of tea in hand.

Her personal preference is black tea, but she is interested to see what you choose.

Other than that, the two of you would probably enjoy the silence, and, depending on the weather, Trinity might try to “stealthily” scoot over to where she would be leaning into you.

Or, she will at the very least try to do so, though she’ll probably sike herself out of it.

Spending time with Es can go one of four ways.

Eating pudding.

Or eating pudding while reading, or people watching, or watching a documentary on some strange subject.

Es likes pudding to an unnatural degree.

She Also likes watching strange doccumenteries.

Spending time with Celica would involve a lot of walking and strolling and exploring.

Especially in the cooler times of year before winter when the weather is the perfect mix of cool and warm.

That, mixed with Celica’s own dislike of keeping still and her lack of directional sense often leads to some…

Interesting moments.

Who knew those little Kaka’s were so vicious?

[princelylove]

Your Prince, I do believe there is no statement on what your highness prefers for flavour! Do you prefer a sweet, savoury, or spicy snack? I find myself leaning heavily to sweets, or extreme spice.

I also wanted request: can we please to hear your thoughts on how Narancia may feel about a feminine reader that doesn’t play into their gender role well? I saw in a previous post your highness sees him as a bit sexist (and I loved it). Terrible cook, doesn’t clean up the apartment while he’s gone, responds with the same annoyed deadpan he gives when he demands something. I find myself on the “stir the pot until it gets you kicked out or killed” end of suicidal; it’s fun to annoy people.

I hope this doesn’t break your rules about specific readers, but I’d like to hear your thoughts! Thank you

Mmm.... well, it depends. If you're having dinner, you want something savory. If it's during the day, spicy, because I adore salads with a bit of a kick to them. But, other than that, sweet. All of my favorite foods are. Rice pudding with either cinnamon powder, pistachios, or coconut shreds in them, dates, more I can't think of at the moment..... my heart belongs to sweet things.

My rules are kind of iffy because if something interests me enough I will abandon my morals to talk about it. Sometimes it's just factual that a character has a sister/mother complex and I feel like it's doing an injustice if I don't write the character's psychology accurately, regardless of how much I don't want my page to be ridden with emotional incest even as a background not the main topic thing. So it really depends on my mood. Just develop a gambling addiction if you're going to be a consistent anon of mine, it'll help you cope with me choosing to answer something one day and then declining the same thing another time.

Narancia may just not fall for someone that isn't feminine. He's not a "oh the potential" guy, he's an "I'm seeing this and I like it and it's mine now" kind of guy. The only case where he might like someone that isn't feminine leaning is if he can sexualize them in some way, like how there's a whole trope of "tomboy but hot" in a lot of older movies.

Buuut, someone who is feminine but not playing into gender roles is different. As long as you look good, Narancia could fall for you, regardless of your behavior.

Narancia lives by his favorite artist's words of wisdom, the prettiest bitches are the most scandalous hoes. Pretty women are just like that. His type of woman can be as bratty as she wants to be, as long as she's hot. He thinks he's just doing something wrong and that's why you're acting extra crazy. Going to grumble to himself about how frustrating bitches are and keep trying, no matter what. As long as you're not pushing him away, anyway. Then he crashes out and kills you. Who said that?

Initially it honestly agitates him. He can't understand what the hell he's doing that's pissing his bitch off this bad. Women are too complicated, they say one thing and then really mean twenty other things. He may snap at his darling here and there, but he's stubborn. He's not going to just give up because you're frustrating, he's a man about his problems, he's not a quitter.

Women, they, uhh, you can break one if you're not careful. They're sensitive, you know? Maybe he broke you and didn't realize it, that's why you give him that dead fish stare when he wants a kiss goodnight. He'll try to make you feel better with physical affection. A hug, cuddling, rubbing your hands and praying you didn't just get the ick and want to leave him....

The whole not cooking thing is definitely one of two things. One, you can't cook and you're embarrassed about it. Two, you just don't know what he likes and you're too shy to ask! Or, you're too shy to ask for ingredients in general. That's three things. He can count. He has no problem going on a little shopping trip if you write down what you want, you know...

Narancia... his basis for how women act is his mother, and girl magazines. Women are either delicate, not really fully there, in need of a provider, or a playmate. He typically goes for someone in the second category, but if he caught you and you're broken, he was obviously wrong. Don't worry, though! Narancia would never abandon his darling because they're got some stuff going on. Difficult or not, he wants to love you, and surprisingly has the patience to not take it personally if you're despondent. Only if you're despondent, though. Aggressive types make him anxious and more aggressive- Narancia's first instinct isn't violence, it's verbal aggression. He'll only hit you if you hit him first.

You know, Narancia may be stupid, but he's not entirely moronic. He can tell if you're acting out for attention because he does it all the time. It may take him a little while, but eventually, it'll click. Maybe you've stirred the pot for no reason too many times this week. Maybe Pannacotta made some offhanded, bitter comment that changed his perspective. Who knows. He's a weird guy. Once Narancia convinces himself you're doing this all for attention, he just doubles down on his love. He'll cook, albeit terribly. He'll be home a lot more- as much as he can, comes straight home after his 'business' he had to 'deal with.' He'll make chores a two-man job. You want attention, your needs aren't being met, he understands that. He's been there. He's just like you. He was you, once. Isn't that the best feeling in the world, to understand someone entirely like that?

Honestly there's no other reason you'd behave like that. It clicks, you know? You've been doing all of this because something in your head is telling you that he doesn't love you, you're insecure- he knows how that works! He can fix that! Well. He can't fix it immediately, but he's willing to prove how serious he is about you. Then you'll act right. That totally makes a ton of sense!

If you're not acting right after a little while, he just thinks he still hasn't proven himself to you yet. It's a process. He can learn to be patient about it, no matter how much you denying him makes him want to rip your nails out. It'll happen. Women are just crazy sometimes. Aren't there meds for that?

[cielelyse]

Hii! do you have any one piece ships you like other than zosan? if so, would you want to write about them at some point?

HI ANON WHAT A WONDERFUL QUESTION, I LOVE IT, THANK YOU! I would not be myself if I don’t answer tumblr asks with needless ramblings so I’m sorry to have subjected you to this, though you have brought this upon yourself 

YES! I definitely have other OP ships I like! These are my favourites in order:

1. Luffy x Sanji

I actually love LuSan just as much as I love ZoSan! I have a LuSan draft in my gdocs, which I'm not sure I'll ever finish but it's there! I love them a whole lot. This is also embarrassing to admit, but the only reason why I’m not making progress on writing for them is because Luffy is SO HARD to characterize. Every time he shows up in The Spilhaus Project I’d worry about whether or not he’s in character, whether or not he’s saying the “right” things, whether or not his actions are sound, etc. I DON’T KNOW WHY THIS HAS HAPPENED TO MY BRAIN, I APOLOGIZE ON ITS BEHALF

Funny thing is that every time Luffy shows up in my ZoSan fic, I'm half trying to characterize him well, and half trying not to turn it into a LuSan fic lmao. At some point I'll get that LuSan fic written!

ERGO, I LOVE LUSAN WITH MY WHOLE HEART 

2. Nami x Vivi

They just have such good chemistry! I'm also a sucker for the pirate x princess dynamic. FUCK I LOVE THEM. My queens. I'll for sure have them as a minor ship in The Spilhaus project!

Funnily enough, I was so enamoured by Nami and Vivi's relationship that when Robin showed up, I expected her and Nami to have the same level of chemistry too since they're nakama. But they didn't! And I'm still sad about that! I thought I would love them even more than NamiVivi! Although this scene from Long Ring Long Land lives in my head rent-free:

MOTHERS???? MY SOUL MOANED. I WOULD BE SUCH A DIE-HARD SHIPPER IF THEY INTERACTED LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME

3. Capone Bege x Chiffon

Okay they are just too cute. 100% my favourite canon ship in OP.

4. Robin x Franky

Man I really like them. The contrasting personalities, the "it's not a crime to exist", the humour of Robin berating Franky in Chopper's body... I'm already writing hints of them in The Spilhaus Project but definitely will explore them more

5. Cavendish x Cavendish

Isn't this an iconic one. I will gladly participate in ship wars to defend this pairing.

Some honourable mentions:

Sanji x Usopp

Ngl when I read Skypeia I thought they would become one of the most popular ships in OP. Their dynamic was SO cute and so funny. I wish there'd be more similar interactions between them post-Skypeia (tho Wano and Enies Lobby were nice!) but ALAS

Reiju x Any Girl Honestly, I'm Desperate

Tashigi, Nami, Stussy... I have a huge crush on this woman and I'll take anything

Sanji x Pudding

I'm sorry but they're so FUN. (I didn't realize until after I finished the manga that Pudding is 16.) But while reading WCI I really loved their dynamic, I loved the arranged marriage plot, the secret villain plot, the way Sanji is so kind with her, the way she adores him in turn. Also them both spewing blood everywhere was hilarious

Noland x Kalgara

My doomed yaoi... I very much cried. I love them platonic, romantic, anything in between

There are lots of other ships that I'm intrigued by but haven't explored! I will at some point! Thank you for asking anon, this was such a fun thing to write on a Saturday evening and it made me happy :')

[kentwells]

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman!

someone (aka bestie love angel @clatoera) wanted glimmer/marvel content and i am a woman of the people!!! this is based on her lovely fic awrbfb and based off of many, many silly and sad dm brainstorms!

i also wanted to write something short and fun and happy to get back into it! title from slut! by taylor swift :) i hope y'all enjoy

tw: mentions of sexual assault

When Glimmer leaves the bath, her skin is on fire. Her arms are bright pink from the scalding heat, her head light because of the thick, delicate florals of her bubble bath. A few weeks ago, her preference on the cover of a gossip magazine, bright yellow letters on top of a smiling picture of her. She’s not quite sure who told them, but it’s not true. The baths hurt, the water as hot as she can possibly get it. At least it replaces every other hurt of the night, and forces her muscles to relax.

Glimmer wraps herself in an unbearably soft white towel and steps out of her room. Her heart jumps when she sees the bed – a plush light blue sweatshirt, red flannel pants, and a mango pudding. She’d stared at the platter of pudding all through dinner, but the glittery lipstick she was wearing made it impossible to eat. She won’t let herself get used to these little comforts, but it’s nice to have.

She doesn’t have much of a choice but to put on the pajamas – everything in her cupboards is small and silky, and she’s too tired to figure out the complicated straps. Besides, they have that perfect fresh laundry smell. She looks ridiculous – the pants pooling at her feet, the sleeves hiding her hands – but it’s nice. Warm and soft, not exposed to every tiny gust of wind like she usually is. 

Before she can stop herself, she eats the pudding. Next to it is a carefully folded piece of paper. The strangely familiar, terribly messy scrawl reads:

Hey Glimmer,

If you’re tired of being awake or being with people, then I hope you have a good night! But if you want to talk to anyone or be around someone, I’m awake. 

– Marvel

Warmth floods her stomach, and she’s standing before she realizes it. She doesn’t know quite why she finds so much comfort in this strange, silly boy, and she thinks she knows exactly what he wants from her, but she doesn’t want to be alone. She wants to lie on the soft red couch in his room and watch nature documentaries, giggling as he does his best to imitate the loud roars of the animals. 

His door is ajar, and he’s at one corner of the couch. “Hey, come on in,” he says. “Do you want a blanket or anything?”

“Yes please,” Glimmer says, grabbing the white fur blanket from his bed. Because she has a favorite blanket in his room – the one she got him for his birthday, the one he’s barely used because she curls up in it every night she can. 

She wraps herself in the blanket and settles in next to him. No longer keeping her distance, sitting as far away as he can, because there’s something steadying about him. She can almost imagine that there’s no pain in her throat from being pushed forwards on the dick of a man four times her age, and that her thighs won’t be bruised when she wakes up tomorrow. She’s just a teenage girl watching a movie with her friend. 

“I just had this on,” Marvel gestures to the action movie on the screen – something with a lot of cars. “But I’ll watch whatever.”

“I’ll watch this if we can watch Lovestruck next?” Glimmer suggests her favorite romantic comedy. She doesn’t mind this – her brain is too hazy to focus on anything. But the comfort would be nice.

“10 minutes left, and then absolutely.” Marvel says.

They don’t make it to Lovestruck, because Glimmer falls asleep on Marvel’s shoulder. It means nothing – she’s in a cocoon of the softest fabric known to man, so cozy and comfortable that she’s lulled into a state of bliss. She wakes up to a soft hand on her shoulder, another carefully pushing her hair away from her eyes.

“Tired?” Marvel asks.

“Do you mind if I sleep in here?” Marvel has that look of surprised joy behind his eyes, the one he has whenever she lets him in a little bit. There’s something so endearing about it. Besides, she doesn’t want to be alone right now.

“No, of course not!” 

࿏

When she wakes up, Marvel is playing a game on his phone. In her barely awake mind, she decides it’s okay if she asks “Are you gay?”

“What?” Marvel looks over at her, a hint of amusement curling in his smile.

“Are you gay? Are you at all interested in women?” She pushes herself up, her back flush against the headboard. 

“Not gay,” Marvel pauses. “Definitely interested in women.”

“Any other guy would have fucked me last night.” She says, staring at the wall. She sounds like a petulant child, even if she absolutely did not want him to fuck her last night.

“When you were half asleep?” He says, incredulous.

Glimmer crosses her arms. “Yes.” It’s happened before. She’s pretty, she was in his room. That’s normally enough.

Marvel rubs his eyes, exasperated. “Glim, that’s not normal. That’s like. Date rape. Or I don’t know if it’s date rape, exactly, but it’s definitely some type of rape.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“God, yes,” the words tumble out before he can stop them. “Sorry. I know you hear that a lot. You are, objectively, really pretty.”

“Pretty girl in your room… didn’t do anything.”  Her voice sounds so small.

“Because, Glimmer. You’re the kindest person, and you’re so smart, and so funny, and I like talking to you. And if I had had sex with you last night, you would have stopped talking to me. And you would have had every right to, because that would have been a shitty thing to do. And I would never want to hurt you.” He looks straight at her, blue eyes meeting bright green. She can feel herself tearing up a little bit, and she blinks to get the tears out of her eyes.

She kisses him. She kisses him, and it’s the best a kiss has ever felt. She’s never kissed a boy, only been kissed, over and over and over. But his hand is gentle on her back instead of possessive, his mouth open and soft on hers instead of hard and taking. 

“Can we talk about this over waffles?” She asks when she pulls away.

Marvel beams at her, all soft hair and shining eyes and a smile that makes her miss his mouth. “I would love nothing more.”

[nerdbarbie]

Hii just reading about Buffy is so fun (coincidentally both of ours are children of divorce?? Omg?? She’s with her mom though)

I have a couple questions about your Buffy!! What’s Buffy’s favorite movie?? Or comic?? Or any nerd paraphernalia :3

fav foods? Least fav? oh and any fun facts!

CHILD OF DIVORCE BESTIES REAL . buffy vc what's ur mom like. do u think she'd like tall stage hand guys. my dad's so lonely-

Buffys a huge fan of Wonder Woman: Amazonia bc she's an academic little dweeb and really likes alternate history stories! Second Genesis is also a favorite of hers. She really likes stories that especially focus on how Diana is often torn between two worlds, wanting to be true to her Amazonian nature but also her role as an ambassador to humans. It makes Buffy feel very seen and she compares it to her own frustrations a lot!

She tells her cheer friends her favorite movies are Clueless and Can't Buy Me Love. She tells the boys her favorites are Batman Returns and Turtles: The Original Movie. She tells neither group of her love for The Crow, Tank Girl and The Craft.

Her favorites shows are Wonder Woman, Sabrina the Teenage Witch and Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

She has an issue of Wonder Woman signed by Lynda Carter, courtesy of her dad from a show he was working on

Her favorite food to cook is roast chicken over veggies, but her favorite to eat is pasta with homemade sauce ( preferably vodka sauce ) and crusty bread. She hates pudding and anything with an overly "gloopy" texture and she likes the taste of things like Cheetos, but hates the sensation of dust all over her fingers so she rarely eats them.

FUN FACTZ

She's anemic and has a tendency to shove her death cold hands up her friends' shirts to scare them ( and siphon heat )

Chronic black head popper. Unfortunately. Her skin is usually clear, so she harasses the boys into letting her go at them with a comodone extractor

She's a flyer on her cheer squad and actually writes a lot of the cheers, but especially the taunts and battle cheers. It's a good outlet for her to get out her negative emotions

She's kind of a doormat and it's ironically being friends with the boys that starts to remedy that for her, in a way. Yes, they can be shitty, but they also make her feel more comfortable in her own interests and sometimes they're SO intolerable that she HAS to snap at them. This also leads to her standing up to her cheer friends more!

At the start of the story, she's dating Mitch ( one of the guys that yeeted the boys out of the theater, also a football player in this ) as part of a set up with two other cheerleaders, Brittany and Britney. She's not really into him. He's not really into her. They eventually break it off when they realize this because they'd been protecting each other's feelings the whole time.

Certified Parent Charmer. If any of her friends are ever worried that their parents will say no to them, send in the Buffy. She'll butter em up into saying yes.

Loves slumber parties, they're her favorite activity ever. She gets pizza money from her dad, bakes cookies, decorates, she really goes all out

Smells like you just walked into a Victoria's Secret. Fruity, lightly floral, sweet. Overall very nice

She gets her license at 17 and saves up to buy a red pick up truck with a bench seat. It's practically a death trap, but it's her baby and she loves driving people around in it. She named it Lady Macbeth!

She's incredibly smart and a straight A student. She lets people assume she's dumb because she's pretty and a cheerleader, but she's really not! She's genuinely very passionate about her academics.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #264

Today ended up being a rest day for the most part. I think yesterday must have taken more out of me than I thought, because when I woke up this morning, I realized that it is Sunday, and the fact that it is Sunday means a couple things:

First, it means everyone is gonna be out doing their fun stuff or doing errands. I could have gone to the orchard, but it probably would have been fairly packed. The same holds true of that Cross-Eyed Owl place. The thought of being on crowded roads to get to crowded places full of people filled me with dread.

Second, it means that M and J are not working, which means I have an opportunity to do parallel play with them. Essentially, we do our own various activities in the same general vicinity of one another. I'm usually on my laptop, M is usually playing a video game or watching something on his iPad, and J is usually reading something about airplanes on his laptop. We tend to keep our ears fairly open to one another just in case one of us has a thought or a need. But yeah. Parallel play. It's a beautiful thing, and it's a slightly less possible thing when they're doing their tech jobs on their laptops.

So, I just stayed home. Sorta. J and I did go to the grocery store to get various things; J wants to try to make a garlic pudding, I guess? I'm curious about how that will turn out. And I wanted to try a Korean-style garlic bread on a more typical Italian loaf, since we have all that cream cheese chilling out in the fridge without bagels to go with them.

To that end, I washed some dishes today and peeled like 4 heads of garlic. But I didn't have the energy today to do much else. J and I went on a brief walk at some point, but… it was brief. We talked a lot and it was good.

I didn't have much gumption to do anything after we got home, though. So I just chilled out. I did some leisure writing; I got some reassurance on a couple of things that had been bothering me lately, and that was good. I'm not going to tell you or anyone else how this can be the case; I'm not stupid enough to believe that anyone would believe me if I tried to explain. Still, I wonder how long that reassurance will stick in my brain. Hm…

Oh right; I told you yesterday about the book I got. The title of it was very auspicious to me, for reasons I'm absolutely not going to explain. Nonetheless, I'll go through it one page at a time with you; I don't know when is the last time you read a book that is wholesome - I'm going to guess probably not for a very long time. And this book is like 50 years old, but I thought it was wholesome.

I've already looked through it a couple times. I'm not entirely sure why, but... I think if you had a camera, then some of the photos that you might take could look like some of these...

Tomorrow is Monday. I'm going to try to go get those grapes; there will undoubtedly be far fewer people out and about, because most people will be working. This means that I'll be able to toodle about peacefully on fairly empty roads, and toodle about in a fairly empty orchard. It'll be good. And I'll come back with lots of concord grapes to give to my friends.

...I'll come back with lots of concord grapes that I wish I could share with you...

...I'll also check out that Cross-Eyed Owl shop. It'll be mostly on the way. I'll make sure to take lots of weird pictures along the way for you. Look forward to them, okay?

...And then if I have enough energy, I'll finally make that garlic bread when I get home. If that occurs, you can expect lots of pictures of that, too.

I don't have much else to go over today. Today was a fairly empty sort of day, and that's probably a good thing; I think I must have needed it. What's unusual about it for right now is that I'm not sitting here feeling super guilty about the fact that today was an empty day and that today's letter, resultantly, was a fairly empty letter.

Still, though... I don't want you to be over at the Edge of Creation all by yourself. I don't really know if these get to you, but... I'm gonna hope against all odds that they do. I'm gonna hope against all odds that at least once a day, a wholesome voice reaches you, even if you have to settle for a derpy one like mine.

...Even if I don't have a whole lot to say, I still have an abundance of care for you, and I wanted to make sure you see it. I wanted to make sure that, at least every once in a while, someone speaks to you like a normal person. And if no one else is gonna do it, then it might as well be me.

...Hey, Sephiroth? What do you get to thinking about up there...? On that lonely rock in the middle of the cosmos, all by yourself, looking up at that rainbow-colored nebula? Do you ever sit with your legs dangling over the edge of it, just looking at all the beautiful things up there? Do you think about the sun? The wind? The rain? The sky? Pasta pescatore? The scent of vanilla and roses? Someday, if you ever get to talk to me, will you tell me about the thoughts swirling around in your head sometime, even if they don't necessarily go anywhere?

I guess that's it for today. I'd have a lot more to talk about if I wasn't in this weird state of waiting, or if I didn't have this rib injury and could do more things, or if... if you could write back to me, somehow. But... I guess these things aren't in the cards, at least for now.

I love you. Please stay safe. And please... do try your best to take care of yourself over there, okay? I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[per-the-jellicle-magician]

I need to know about the iCarly aus omg

That sounds so fun

Hi anon! Sorry for the late reply

Both of the iCarly aus I got were created with @rice-pudding-slaps and both of them have set up similar to the show

The first one got Mefistofeliks (Warsaw Misto) as stop-motion animator working on various projects in the middle of his kitchen and taking care of his young cousins Misto and Victoria. One day Victoria decides she wants to start an online show with her very reluctant brother, Plato the sweet boy next door who's had a crush on her since forever and Jemima, another neighbour living with her uncle (Timothy Scott Misto) both of whom may or may not be rather interested in the occult

While the kids run their show (with Misto behind a camera stolen from Feliks) all the usual shenanigans ensue, including Plato and Vic having a very obvious crush on Tugger, the bad boy from their school. Vic eventually gets to go out on a date with him, and while it doesn't work out he ends up hanging out with the gang, mainly because while waiting for Vic before their date he got to talk with Misto and became quite interested in him, cue the pining while Misto stays blissfully oblivious

On Feliks' side he's got typical Spencer shenanigans going on (including randomly setting things on fire) with while not noticing that his bff, Tam (Warsaw Tugger) is pining hard for him. Tam's got his own thing going on cuz no one knows where he works or what he does with his life besides showing up randomly with the most bizarre things that always are the exact perfect thing that either the gang or Feliks needs, which makes him a recurring mention on the show. Their situationship finally turns into a relationship when Tam finally confesses his feelings after Feliks is really down after one of his projects failed hard and he's considering switching careers

The iCarly au number 2 got Jemima in the Carly role, starting an online show with her friends and neighbours Misto and Vic. Jemima lives with her uncle Munkustrap, a writer who spends most of his time doing anything and everything except for writing, until the deadline is way too close. Said doing anything and everything mainly involves trying various different hobbies and getting involved in kids' shenanigans

Misto and Vic in this one also live with her cousin Feliks, who this time is a prop maker taking up a lot of their apartment space with his work. Victoria is a theatre kid has her own romance plot in this one, as she got a massive crush on a track star Plato, who for reasons is cast as a lead alongside Vic in a school play, lovestruck shenanigans ensue including Vic falling of the stage because her whole focus was on Plato and not on where she was walking, and also her accidentally sending him to the hospital with cookies that she made

Back at home Munk becomes closer with Feliks who heard about Munk's quest to try all the hobbies and who offered his help and also asked him out. Whether the proposed hobby is an actual one, checking out all the restaurants in the city or just simply having a boyfriend is anyone's guess. Jemima somehow misses the fact they are together now and the twins are not about to tell her as they got a bet going on when she'll realize, which is more or less the end of this idea

[zickyvici]

Tetcho Suehiro: A Character Analysis (Part 3)

Read Part 2 here first!!

Another rather interesting thing about Tetcho is his hyperfixation on ants. He's shown to be observing them for 8 hours on end as they are "a perfect model of leadership and loyalty". They reflect Tetcho's personal beliefs, which is (probably) why he's so obsessed with them and tells them to "Do their best''. In an official art we get to see a glimpse of the Hunting Dogs group chat and see that Tetcho's profile picture is an ant. 

Furthermore, one characteristic fans love to reference is him being "oblivious" to his surroundings and taking things very seriously. We can see this, for example, when he holds his breath after Jono tells him that his breathing and heartbeat are annoying, when he calmly says that he wants to eat pudding after Fukuchi let out an embarrassing fart (Tetcho, I love you, but…ew) or when he puts frog eggs in Fukuchi's food, not realizing that it's not something people usually eat in their soup. This obviously raises a few questions:

How has Tetcho not died of food poisoning yet?

 Does he just have frog eggs lying around in his kitchen?

Where does he even go grocery shopping?

What's his favorite kind of pudding?

But I digress.

The one thing that has constantly been on my mind while writing was whether or not Tetcho truly is as oblivious as he seems. I personally don't think so. For one, we can definitely see that he understands when he's being made fun of (by Jono) or when there's a funny/uncomfortable/… situation. He chooses not to say anything, but you can see in his face that he's done with this group (lol).

[He's so done with Jono and Fukuchi.]

To add onto that, I hate hate hate when people depict him as dumb. He's clearly intelligent and as shown in the beginning, his battle IQ is incredible. Also, he's shown to be carefully observe his peers, as shown during his fight with Kenji, when he explains that no one truly understands Jono except for him (🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈).

[echoweaver]

While working on all this modding, I'm finding it hard to do much posting on my two "serious" narrative challenges -- the Sample Legacy and the Echo in Time historical challenge. I also was kind of planning on adding new gameplay to the Wonderlands ISBI only after I got the tumblr recap completed. But then I didn't queue new recap posts because I was interleaving that content with other content that I wasn't writing.

However, I started using the Riffin family in Appaloosa Plains as test sims, and I kind of fell in love with them. So I started a separate game with them just to relax. It doesn't have much in the way of rules, and it might not go more than one generation, and there's no story narrative. I figure I might post some of that interleaved with my Wonderlands recap.

I'm amused to realize that in my entire history with TS3, I have never played a premade family. I guess the standard thing is to create your own sim and have that sim interact with the premades, including possibly marrying one and moving them in. It's kind of fun to just grab a family and go. The Riffins have a sweet-sad backstory and distinct faces, even with a bit of EA pudding. Calvin Riffin is just adorable.

BTW: I am actually PLAYING the Samples right now. I just have no posting energy to tell their story.

[otomeblcass]

It’s the Luck of the Daddies! [Buddy Daddies St. Patrick’s Day HC]

Here’s some roughly typed and wholesome BD before I head to work and miss the new ep.10 release today. I’m really just craving some fluff before all this upcoming angst. [Confession time: I really had to look up how people in Japan celebrated St. Patrick’s Day.] 

- Miri learns about a specifically interesting holiday that’s upcoming in March from daycare. It’s super duper GREEN, like everyone has to wear something fun and green, and it’s Miri’s new favorite color obsession for the next 2 weeks. That’s not all there’s rainbows, and yummy candy, and parades and parties. It’s like everything a magically motivated 4-year old could ever want. She’s super excited to celebrate it with her papa’s.

- Her papa’s on the other hand, have had basically no clue what she’s been talking about. Kazuki was the first to put it together. (with a little help from Ms. Anna’s notes from daycare) He’s had his fair share of St. Patrick’s Day celebrations, I mean when else does he get to share his minute obsession with expensive beers and Irish whiskeys with other like minds? Although, he has to admit, he has not the slightest clue on how to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day from a kids perspective. 

- The morning of March, 17th starts off as an interesting one. Aozora Daycare has invited parents and guardians to join them for a trip to the local St. Patrick’s parade. Kazuki has spent most of the night looking up different Irish food recipe's to make for everyone. He’s quickly come to realize that most of this isn’t exactly what a little kid would want to eat. (he’s only slightly traumatized over what Black Pudding is). For the lunch today, he’s come to the conclusion that a variety of Korokke’s and mixed salads will do. 

- “PAPA KAZUKII~ Where’s my big green bow?” Miri is getting herself dressed up today, all by herself, she just needs a little help fixing her hair. Kazuki and Rei have their usual single round of rock, paper, scissors, to see who’s on hair salon duty this morning.

- The loser today: Rei

- He’s actually not that bad at doing Miri’s hair, even if all he can manage is a simple high ponytail. It doesn’t have to be perfect, a hyper little kiddo like Miri would mess it up throughout the day anyway. Rei doesn’t mind the bonding time he gets with Miri as he brushes through her hair, and wraps a big bow decorated with clover and rainbows into the knot. “Thanks Papa Reii~ I love it!!”

- On the walk to daycare today, the three are stylish as always, not too extravagant though. Rei definitely had to talk Kazuki out of buying an expensive all green suit, they don’t need to grab everyone in towns attention again. Kazuki settles on a puny green T-shirt and Rei has a solid colored one. They’re safe for now from Miri’s tiny but somehow also violent pinches. (Rei absolutely learned this the hard way, those fingers are small but man, can they sting.)

- “Papa’s are we going to catch a leopard-nyan today?” Miri asks looking up at the two holding her hands. She’s lost them. Rei tilts his head down to her and squints “a what?”

- “I think she means, Leprechaun, Rei, is that what you mean, Miri?” Kazuki laughs. Miri responds with her hands balled up as one does to mimic a cat. “That's it, Papa! Nya☆"

《 And that's all I have for now!! I'll hopefully write more on this tonight after work. Other than that, Happy St. Patrick's day, everyone, take care and stay safe! 》

[artleaguemdcnorth]

Painting Class 10/21/24 - Texture in painting, The art of Wayne Thiebaud

Painting students, I have posted three videos regarding the work of Wayne Thiebaud. 

You will watch all three videos and then write a quick post on Tumblr regarding your understanding of his work. You will including notes explaining the subject matter in his paintings and why he engages in this type of narrative.

 Once you are finished watching the videos and posting your statement you will then proceed to do today’s assignment.

This is one of my favorite assignments because the outcome is enjoyable to view when it is done correctly.

I will be adding a few short YouTube videos regarding the work of Wayne Thiebaud.

I have always loved his work . What is fun about the videos is how you hear that art is the outcome of process and not an intended forced endeavor.

Please pay attention to the video, maybe take some notes. It is several five to ten minute shorts about how he became known as an artist and how and why he continues to work. Having an inquiring mind is important to pursue any venture in life and you can see how in his life this becomes the norm.

Important things to know about his early work is that it deals with texture.

I encourage you to research his work as it is a great platform for understanding texture in painting along with compositional harmony and thematic development.

Why artists create , how and what they paint , draw or sculpt is a consequence of their curiosity. 

What are you curious about?

You will use today to work on these assignments and also use Homework time to try to finish before the next class on Weds.

Using three small canvasses create three individual paintings about three favorite desserts associated with your culture.

For example , I am Cuban and I grew up eating my mother’s Flan, Pudding Bread and Arroz con Leche (Rice Pudding). We huddled around the kitchen enjoying the aroma of the melted caramel seeping from the oven, the smell of the rice pudding as it seeped through the exhaust of the pressure cooker. Needless to say as I write this, I just realized were my inclination towards sweets come from.

So there is a sensory connection associated with this memory. That is the narrative.

If I were to do this assignment , those would be the desserts I would try to capture in these paintings because they conjure memories of my upbringing.

There is also the visual connection related to texture. The softness of the flan and the melted caramel. Caramel has similar qualities as glass, shiny reflective.

How would you create that illusion.

Think about those particular comfort  experiences from your life. Desserts are comfort foods and so inspired by that you will try to recreate those foods.

Remember texture deals with the illusion of how things feel. Keep that in mind as you create your pieces.

In the final outcome texture and memory will be the highlight of this assignment. 

In your post you will include a brief artist statement that explains your choice of desserts and how you approached the assignment.

As always remember that painting is about having fun and enjoying the process. 

Post artist statement and work by 5pm Thursday 10/31.

Below are a few examples from previous classes:

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POST ALL WORK WITH AN ARTIST STATEMENT BY 10/31/24 AT 5PM

[the-firebird69]

The original facade and it's the offset of the backside of that you see in the cover the carport is in the wrong place and there should not be patios in the second and third floor with the front entrance you can see it's not the one with the where you're ending up in the inside of you it's the other side if you take the turrets out and really the original this does not have a rotund shape to the Grand living room it's a straight facade in the insurance are not really attached that much you'll see that it resembles a building and some people did catch it it is the finance centers all over the world and people realize our son and us we're in the finances and the max have him put into the house, and they have him buy one and they don't put them in the original because that says he's the real thing so they might put him in it sooner than you think or have them buy one really and he says it's not builder Bob so what do we call Freya writings but builder Barbara. And she's laughing a little and he says for the name like Freya it's going to go nowhere lady. And she's not happy with it and says it was a bad decision since. There's a few other things going on but this is important this says that he would be in the finances and people try and get him out and all that stuff I mean it's just how they live exception receives a lot of it so you're playing this game screwing around with him and Forest will be saying you don't have any kids and things and these will be saying that stuff too and trying to blame them and that's how it's going to go for a while and they both know what the secret is. His other things about the house that are not that good for him he says it's way too big doesn't know what to do with all that space if he rents in the basement to Justin just Justin might never come out of there he might be lost and if it get Ken is in the Attic it's kind of a funny thing cuz I can see him doing that it is odd but the place is very big for him it's really big for a lot of people it's like a big house but if you spread it out it's actually a big mission mansion it's a lot of fun talking about it versus other stuff so he wants to have the stone and the big one stuck to each other that's why what he wants and it's expensive but it works and that's why but really this trial represents the beginning of his funding and they're not letting them pay him otherwise they're going to force it and they don't like it not at all and Hera let's just designed to use to the basic ones you see and really there's millions and millions of people buying this plan what's going on all over the world and Mothers and Father's of Deutschland are all proud and happy and I see it and they can't believe how many people are doing it. But they agree it's a nice design if you presented the way it should be and they thought his thinking was nice with the carport and it is cuz you don't have to get wet during the day you can leave there and just driving it out and then put it in at night and save some energy but really it's going to be intense that's an intense house and you have people over during the day for business ideas and you have a little pudding thing and driving range he's not very good at it. But really people love the driving range so we're going to help out it sounds interesting and there's also code we need and the trial is beginning today and he's going to be real pissed off for you for your sister if he does . And when things that he does slowly in the next few days I really starts kick his own ass.

Thor Freya Olympus

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Eight: A Map?

Summary: Iris’ first year at Hogwarts has finally come to an end. After the chaos that ensued during her fifth year, she’s ready to graduate in two years. As her relationship with Sirius picks up traction and she makes new friends, Iris wants to enjoy her time before she’s forced into adulthood.

Word Count: 2051 

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A/N: Omg, I posted a chapter for this. Time to celebrate! Taking a short break from writing anime and decided to try getting back into Harry Potter. I finished the outline for this story and the next one so I can say I have a concrete idea on how things are gonna go. I never realized how ambitious I was with this little series that I wanted to make. These original stories plus the HP movies, what was I thinking?! Though I am determined to get them done now! Let's see how consistent I can be lmao

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“AH, FEEL THAT COOL FALL BREEZE. IT feels so nice to be bundled up in our scarves and jackets.” Iris cooed as she walked down the paths of Hogsmeade. The leaves that fell to the ground now sport a nice fall color of red, orange, or yellow. It wasn't too cold, not too hot, it was amazing. It is October now, really only a month into the school year. Everything is perfect and blissful for Iris and her friends. 

School work is obviously a pain, in Iris’ opinion. Though that’s a given, it’s school work! She’s having all sorts of fun getting back into the swing of things. Mainly just getting to pull pranks on anyone and everyone that she wants. Also having the Marauders to hang around with and help her with all of her hijinks. 

Not only that, but with it being Fall now, Halloween was right around the corner. The spooky season is one of Iris’s favorites. While she enjoys Christmas for the presents and food, Halloween is all about sweet treats and tricks. What better chance did she get to dress up in a costume, get a boatload of tooth rotting sweets, and pull as many pranks as she wanted? Not only that but it’s always better to be in the wizarding world for Halloween! What better way to spend All Hallows Eve in a world completely surrounded by supernatural things?

Currently the group of Gryffindors were all in Hogsmeade on their usual trip on the weekend. The girls wanted to go shopping a bit and then maybe get a butterbeer later. Meanwhile, the boys wanted to head off on their own, though not before stopping at the candy shop with the girls of course.

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice out right now.” Marlene commented as the group entered the bustling shop. The sweet aroma that bombarded the group made quite a few of them lick their lips happily. 

Iris quickly picked up a large lollipop from a shelf, “Mhm, not too cold, not too hot, just a perfect day. Don’t you just love fall?”

“I’m surprised you like it so much considering it’s the season right before winter.” Wendy commented while grabbing a bag of sweets.

“Eh,” She just shrugged, taking a lick of her lollipop, “it’s my moment of bliss before the hellscape of snow and such.”

“Fall is really great!” Marlene exclaimed, grabbing quite a few different types of sweets as she started to drool, “Just think of it, pumpkin pie, pudding, pumpkin juice.”

“Is all you think about food? Especially pumpkin?” Lily asked with a giggle in her voice.

Marlene asked, “What’s wrong with pumpkin? It’s quite delicious.”

“Don’t judge her!” Iris exclaimed, also grabbing some of her favorite sweets to restock her private stash in her room. A stash that Lily would most certainly have a fit over since Iris may or may not eat a worryingly large amount of sweets every once in a while.

“Oh, you’re the same way, Iris.” Wendy laughed heartily, knowing that Iris would stick up for her comrade in food.

As the girls continued to grab a couple of treats to bring back with them to school, and also bet on how much food/sweets Marlene and Iris could consume, Iris noticed something a bit peculiar. In a far corner of the shop, the Marauders were muttering to each other about something. Iris was able to notice them quite easily, since she usually kept an eye out for them. She would be able to notice her boyfriend's luscious hair from a mile away, honestly. If they hadn’t been here, she knew that they would have been checking out some quidditch equipment. Though to see them being somewhat secretive got her curious. When they get like that, it just meant that they were planning something, and she definitely wanted to know what.

She slid over to them and caught a few words of their conversation, “you sure it’ll work?” It was James who had asked Remus, desperately curious.

“What’ll work?”

The four boys jumped at Iris’ question, suddenly doing their best to act as though they weren’t just whispering some sort of secret to each other.

“Iris!” They all exclaimed.

Sirius made sure to put his arm around her waist and give her a peck on the cheek, “Hello, love.”

Iris smiled lovingly at her boyfriend, “So? What are you four up to? No good if I had to guess.” She flashed them a devilish smile, “I want in.”

“It’s not anything like that,” James said, “Just going over some potions work, you know.”

She just rolled her eyes at the excuse, “You have attempted to use that excuse on me before, I didn’t believe it then and I don’t believe it now. Now, what is it?”

“James had this idea some time ago, the castle is full of secret passages and hidden rooms. Now have you ever wondered,” Sirius started to explain excitedly and paused for dramatic effect, “what if we mapped it out?”

Iris pursed her lips and thought it over. It certainly was an interesting idea, one that she knew she would love to have a hand in. She smirked at them, “Mapping out a magical school? That’s got to be difficult.”

James just smiled wider and clapped Remus on the shoulders, “Well, our resident genius thinks he’s got a good idea on what to do.”

“Not really,” Remus rolled his eyes, “It’s just a theory at this point.”

Sirius jumped in, “Not only that, but what if we knew everyone’s locations!”

“So that way we know when the coast is clear from Filch or any other professor.”

Iris’ eyes were wide with wonder, the devious thoughts running through her mind at the prospect. She chuckled, “Sounds like a brilliant idea. How are you going about it then?”

“Well…” Peter’s mousey voice spoke up for the first time, sharing a look with his friends, “we aren’t sure.”

Iris tapped her chin as the smile on her face never left her face, “I’d be happy to help you lot!”

James whooped, “Great! The more the merrier!”

“We’ll definitely need all the help we can get.” Remus sighed out, seemingly relieved that there was someone else who would be able to help them.

Iris smirked, “Good thing you’ve got a genius like me to help, eh?”

Remus just scoffed and grumbled under his breath, “Obviously, these numpies will rely on me to do most of the work.”

That seemed to offend all the others, “OI!”

“We’re smart enough to help with this!” James exclaimed, Sirius nodding his head enthusiastically next to him.

Remus smiled sarcastically, “I totally believe you.”

“Now, remember, we have to keep this between us.” James said, his voice taking on an urgent and commanding tone. “If anyone else catches wind of the map, we’re done for!” Though it’s not like he doubted any one in this group would go blabbering about it. They all do well to keep secrets within this group, so he didn’t have all that much to worry about. Still, he figured it had to be said, just in case.

Sirius nodded his head, “The teachers would be on us so fast.”

“They’d be the least of our worries. If Lily found out, she’d scold us just for thinking about it.” Iris said, scaring herself just thinking about it. They all shuttered, knowing that Lily would be quite scary if she did find out. Lily wasn’t necessarily a stickler for the rules, but with something like a magical map of their school, she would have to scold them for that. 

They then heard Lily, Wendy and Marlene heading over to them, after having finished picking out what they wanted. The boys plus Iris all scrambled, making sure that they kept themselves quite about the map for now. They tried to act natural… but it wasn’t that convincing. Iris and Sirius hung onto each other pretending to have a conversation, Remus busied himself with staring at a shelf of some random candy, James was already eyeing Lily, and Peter was just standing there.

“You guys okay?” Wendy asked with a manicured eyebrow raised. All the girls were suspicious from the way that they were acting. Then again, when were they not suspicious of the Marauders doing some devious prank?

“Perfectly fine, especially now with Lily here.” James suavely said with his most charming smile. 

Lily just rolled her eyes, though there was a small up turn to her lips. “Oh, hush. Come on, we’re heading to the Three Broomsticks.”

So the group all headed for some drinks and idle conversation as they enjoyed the rest of their time at Hogsmeade. It was always moments like this that Iris loved. Simple moments that didn’t really seem like much but was just a brief time of bliss with her favorite people. Slurping on a butterbeer and sharing laughter with her friends really brought her joy.

After some hearty drinks and laughter, the group headed back to the carriages to go back to Hogwarts. Once they got back to the Gryffindor common room, The Marauders made a beeline for the boys dorm so that they could get right to work. They had to show Iris what they had already done so far, after all.

They got into the room and closed the door to keep any prying eyes away from seeing their work. The last thing they need is someone to over hear their top secret map! Remus rummaged through his trunk, digging to the very bottom to pull out a worn looking parchment from it. Iris tilted her head, seeing that it was completely blank. Remus placed it on his bed as they all surrounded it to get a look at it. 

 Well, she thought, they have to start somewhere.

“Now this, is what we have so far.” Remus said, presenting it to the newest addition to their secret.

Iris nodded her head, “a blank paper… I can see it working.”

Sirius shook his own head, “this is just what we’re using, look,” he pulled out his wand and placed it on the blank parchment. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Just as he said those words, maroon lines started to move across the pages. It amazed Iris as she watched those lines start to turn into the words ‘Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER'S MAP’. Iris marveled at it as an impressed smile crawled onto her lips.

James opened up the parchment to show a crude map, only about one-third of the school finished. “This is really all we have at the moment,” he explained, “we have to finish mapping out the school, secret passageways and all.”

“Then we have to find the right charms and spells to show who is where,” Sirius sighed. He may not exactly know the correct spells and such for it, but he knows that they can get it to work. Especially now with his lovely girlfriend helping out with their little project. He knew that she was smart and thought that this was such an amazing idea. She was definitely going to put her all into getting this to work, just like them.

Iris’ eyes raked over the crude work that was already finished as he mind ran with how they were going to get this done. She certainly didn’t know how they were doing to get the charms done, but she’ll do her best to help them find the right ones. She’s pretty decent at drawing, so she’ll ask if she could redo some of the drawing since they seemed a bit jagged.

She picked up the map to get a closer look at it, “this is a bit small, definitely going to need a bigger paper.”

“We just figured we can add onto the parchment,” James explained.

She hummed, “that could work, I suppose.” There was a lot of work that would have to be done to get to where they wanted with this map. A lot of work that she was more than enthusiastic to put into this. She then put it down and flashed them all a devious smirk, “so where do we go from here?”

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A/N: A bit shorter than what I'd normally do, but I wrote half of this like a year ago and had to rewrite some of this. I don't think my style of writing has changed too much. However, I like to believe that my grammar and spelling has improved, even slightly. So I went back and fixed anything I thought was a mistake. Are there still mistakes in this? Most definitely, but I did what I could lmao

Sorry I took a long while for this story to be updated. I sort of fell in love with a few other writing projects and going through my school work and now a full-time job. So I really just worked on writing stuff like Red Herring and Living Shadow. Though thankfully, I have more time to write and figured I'd touch on most of the fics that I haven't written in a while. Then again, I have so many fics and such that I have planned and never touched, some uploaded, others sitting in my google drive for forever lmao Let's see where I'll take all this now! Anyway, until the next chapter, my friends~!

[nathandulce]

Eating my way through Perth (Australia)

So I visited Perth twice this year, once in August, and then again in November.

The following are random food pics from my August visit, basically stuff I thought was beautiful to look at and delicious to eat.

My wonderful friend G hosted Joan and I in Perth. On our second day, G had a work thingy to attend to, so Joan and I made ourselves at home and made a simple breakfast of eggs, tomatoes and bacon before we headed out for the day.

I can't remember exactly what was going on, but I think we were making dinner and G prepared this charcuterie board for us to snack before our dinner guests (Ray, who is G's sister and my childhood friend, and her husband Tom) turned up.

Not the nicest picture of an absolutely delicious Turkish cheese spinach pie thingy that we had at Fremantle.

A Sunday sesh at G's favourite place, the Amberton. Had their signature cocktail, a pavlov (first pic), followed by a trio of very pretty gin cocktails.

After the Sunday sesh (and a wild night out on Saturday), we wanted something warm, soupy and restorative for our bodies (and souls). It was also winter so temperatures were like 10 degrees and we were freezing. We thought a steamboat would be nice, and lo and behold, G actually had an electronic steamboat! So a quick trip to Spud Shed and some food prep later, we sat down to the cosiest steamboat dinner, right at home!

I tried black pudding for the first time! It was even better than I imagined!

Big breakfast at a cafe that I can't remember the name now.

Home cooked dinner by Joan and I; Joan made the stir fries while I made the fried rice.

Lunch at Elizabeth Quay.

Homemade begedil! G used up some dinner leftovers to make mee soto (a Malay-style noodle soup dish) to go with our begedil.

G was complaining that Joan and I were buying too much food and that we should finish it up before we left, which was exactly what I did when we decided to have an impromptu picnic one of the afternoons at Yanchep. I used the remainder of the black puddings (it comes in packs of four) and cooked it together with some leftover white rice; it turned out to be a really tasty combination! If you wanna try this out, just remember that I am in the inventor of this simple dish! ;)

This was a delightful breakfast I would make myself almost every morning: Goat cheese melted on top of toast, drizzled with oil from the jar that the goat cheese was steeping in. Crunchy bread, melting cheese and all that ripe saltiness felt like a festival in my mouth. I am salivating just thinking about it!

Dinner on our last day: creamy pasta, roast lamb and potatoes and a simple salad, all made by G. Best farewell, really.

I'll always remember this trip as being one of the most fun trips to Perth, because of all the laughter, all the good food and the best company one can ask for.

As I write this, I can't help but think about the shitty few months I had earlier this year, and then to be thrown into the wonderful company of my friends who probably didn't even realize were helping me feel better while they were cracking jokes and making me laugh.

I can't be more grateful; I feel a lot better now and I am definitely in a better head space than I was before.

That aside, as mentioned earlier, yes there was a second trip to Perth which I will write about another time.

Adios.

[followingthehallucinations]

#4 Hands

They've almost made it back to the Sunny. When the exploding wristlets are brought up, and with Pudding's devil fruit ability, can they really be sure Reiju managed to switch them out for fakes?

Aka speculation and spoilers all the way through.

[sanguineterrain]

Lampshade - s.h.

Based on this request. This ended up way longer than a blurb so I decided to post it on its own. I got a little teary writing this one---hit close to home for me. Hopefully I did your request justice anon

Summary: After an encounter with your high school bully, you're reminded that you don't have to be alone with your insecurities.

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!plus-size!reader

Warnings: fatphobia, insecurities, self-doubt, bullying, arguing (happy ending!) Steve is the sweetest angel baby mkay?

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You feel like a lampshade.

It's been a long time since you've dared to set foot at a party. The last one had been Eliza Meyer's eleventh birthday party at her house. A kid had eaten too much ice cream and threw up on the carpet.

Tonight's party isn't much different. Whoever's house it is, it's already trashed.

Maybe you should've fought harder to do literally anything else this weekend, except Steve's puppy eyes are brutal. And you can't deny the guilt you feel already, forcing him into trips to craft stores and the bookstore instead. Steve deserves a girl who can have fun. It's only been a year since Steve was King Steve. You know you're part of his fall from grace. You know that. You never fucking forget it, frankly.

But you feel like a lampshade. Dimmed light, hidden. As insignificant as wallpaper. As tiny as a fly.

You're used to taking up space; used to telling yourself that it's okay you take up space. That you deserve to exist just the same as anybody else.

But this is not your place to take up space. You don't belong here.

Steve is getting drinks. You'd opted to stay in the living room, not wanting to attempt navigating a kitchen full of drunk young people. Steve had kissed your cheek and promised a swift return.

"Hey!"

You turn. French manicured nails curl around a red plastic Solo cup. Andrea Burgess has the same big hair you remember from high school, hairsprayed and teased to the heavens. She will probably marry some schmuck and pop out three or four viper babies who have her fire hazard hair. Poor kids.

Andrea is all smiles, razors hidden beneath pearly whites. You remember how she'd dumped pudding over some poor band kid's uniform in junior year. How she'd terrorized girls in the locker room. How she'd terrorized you.

Maybe she doesn't remember you.

"Didn't think this was your scene, Y/N."

No such luck.

You nod tightly, praying she'll leave you be.

"Aw, c'mon. Nothing to say? I know your mouth is big enough for extra cafeteria pie. Surely you can spare a hello."

"Leave me alone, Andrea," you say.

Her eyes light up. She loves when her victims beg.

"Heard you're going out with Steve Harrington now. Like, I knew you were pathetic, but I didn't know you were a liar."

"It's not a lie. Steve's my boyfriend."

That only fuels the fire. You've seen the bitter jealousy before. Girls have no idea what the hell Steve is doing with someone like you. They're confused, then angry, hurling daggers with their eyes. You never mention it to Steve. You can't bear to see realization in his own eyes. He'll wake up from a fog. They're right. What am I doing with you?

Andrea laughs. "What, as like, charity work?"

Your eyes begin to burn. Where are you, Steve?

"Leave me alone, Andrea." Your voice is weaker now and sounds more like a plea.

"What're you gonna do? Chase me down?"

You are a lampshade. You are a feather floating in the wind. High school is past you. Andrea means nothing.

Oh, but her words hurt. You've always been sensitive, too soft. Steve thinks you're a dream. You feel like a raw nerve.

"You know, Steve used to make fun of you too."

Your blood runs cold. Andrea clocks your reaction and keeps going.

"You think he was above that? Look at who he dated. I mean, God, Nancy Wheeler's not winning any prizes, but she's tiny."

Nancy is beautiful. She's also incredibly smart and has become something of a friend. But that voice has always been there, sounding suspiciously like Andrea Burgess. A reminder that Nancy had Steve first for a reason.

"S-Steve would never do that."

Your voice wobbles. You're trying to be strong but you can't. You'd hoped all these years would've toughened you up but you can't do it. The Andreas of the world will break you every time.

"Called you every name in the book," Andrea informs you keenly. "Big girl and built like a linebacker. He was real creative. You're a joke to him, Y/N. He'll get you out of his system and move on."

Steve has never mentioned your weight or appearance. Kindly, he calls you beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, sweet, lovely. He akins you to a shrinking violet, a flower that just needs a little coaxing to bloom. He asks for you to let him take you shopping. You never seem to want to go shopping with him. Baby, how come we don't go to the mall? I have style, I swear!

You don't mention your weight to him in fear he'll notice. Steve will notice, and then he'll realize what a huge mistake he's made. So you keep quiet. Maybe he won't know. Maybe you'll get to keep him. Steve is a patch of golden sunshine in this hellhole.

You love him. The thought, however frightening, is there, real and true. You don't want to mess this up. You'll suck in your stomach and cover all the mirrors if that's what it takes.

"He's already ditched you," Andrea continues cruelly. "Probably glad to be rid of the dead weight."

You can't take anymore. You run.

Andrea doesn't follow you. There's too many people in the hallway and your vision is blurring fast. You go upstairs, blindly checking doors. Your hand hovers over a knob to a bedroom. The thought that Steve is inside with someone else briefly crosses your mind. You sprint down the hall, away from that thought.

You find the bathroom and lock the door. Then you sit on the toilet lid. And you cry.

You try to keep quiet. The bass from the speakers thumps below, but still. You can't risk anybody finding you. Least of all Steve. Steve would ask you about what happened. Steve would want to fix it, because Steve always wants to make things better.

You can't be fixed. He can't know.

Your nose is snotty, tears clumping in your lashes. You grab the edge of the window sill and cry harder. Your chest aches from lack of air but you can't stop.

You have to calm down if you want Steve to take you home. You'll need an excuse, though. Sick, you feel sick. You threw up. Steve won't question that. He'll touch your forehead and coo and you'll never have to talk about tonight.

You scrub your face with cold water. Your eyes are puffy from crying and you can't smooth your frown no matter how hard you try. You wipe your face with toilet paper.

You can't look in the mirror too long or you'll break and start crying again. So you spin on your heel and unlock the door, slipping out. The hallway is still empty. All of the noise is downstairs. Your secret is safe.

Steve will likely be searching for you. Hopefully, you haven't been gone too long. You can say you got lost, or caught up with an old friend. You're a terrible liar, especially to Steve.

Andrea's words creep back in. Maybe you're lying to yourself too.

You wipe your nose with a knuckle and swallow. You just need to keep it together for another hour. Then you're home free.

Steve looks like he belongs here. Two cups in hand, coolly perched on the edge of the armchair, Steve Harrington is certainly somebody's king.

Andrea touches his arm and giggles. Steve's barely looking at her. A wave of nausea turns your stomach.

He sees you and stands, shaking her off. But it's too late. You're out of Steve's system.

"Y/N? Baby, where are you g—"

You barrel through the crowd by the front door. You don't care about your jacket in Steve's car. You'll walk home if that's what it takes. Anything to get away.

It's more than chilly tonight. But the air feels good on your face, hot tears having returned. You scrub furiously at them.

You should've known. Why hadn't you seen it? You know better than to let your guard down around somebody like Steve Harrington. To think he could want you. Who are you? You're never making that mistake again.

"Y/N!"

Steve is running. Of course you had to go and fall in love with a guy who's athletically inclined.

You pick up your pace.

"Go 'way, Steve!" you hiccup.

Your voice is hoarse and raw from crying. You know Steve can hear it.

"Y/N, honey—"

"I'm walking home," you shout, voice cracking. You ache so bad. You want to stop and break right there on the sidewalk.

He catches your elbow. You wrench your arm away. When you turn, Steve looks like he's been slapped.

You keep wiping your eyes but the tears are coming too fast now.

"Y/N, what happened? Tell me what happened," he begs.

You cry harder and bend, holding your arms. Steve steps forward, hands fluttering over you.

"Baby, baby. Please, I need you to breathe, please. What hurts? Tell me what hurts."

"I'm your joke," you grit through tears. "You've got me out of your system."

"What?" Steve gasps. "What are you talking about?"

"Look at me!" You're too loud. You've never been this loud with Steve. "Look at the fucking big girl! Did you have fun?"

"Y/N." Steve looks like he's close to breaking. His eyes are glassy. "Please stop. Please. Don't call yourself that. Was it her in the chair? I pushed her away. I don't even know her name, I—"

"Her name is Andrea Burgess. And you're all the same. You lie," you grit. "I love you and you love girls like Nancy. You would’ve laughed at me back then and you—you—"

Your hands ball into fists. Steve gently takes your wrists. You want to fight, want to push. But you can't. You're not strong enough. So you collapse.

Steve holds you like you might float away if he doesn't. You cry into his shirt, clutching fistfuls of fabric. Steve folds over you, shielding you from it all. He rubs your back in slow circles.

"I'm sorry," you sob. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Baby, stop. Y/N. Sweetheart. Stop, stop it."

Steve takes your face in his hands, thumbs wiping your cheeks. He kisses your forehead ever so gently. More tears spill.

"I'm not strong enough for her," you choke. "She got in my head. I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Y/N, hey, hey, no. I should've been there. God, I'm so sorry. You don't have to face this alone. Whatever she said isn't true. You're not a–a joke."

Steve looks like the word makes him sick. Your arms curl around his neck. He cradles you like you're something precious.

"I don't want to lose you," you whisper. "I'm sorry I said those things. You've only been good. You deserve better."

"Baby, you're not gonna lose me," Steve replies brokenly. "Is that what you think? That I'll leave?"

"I wouldn't blame you," you sniff. "You could have anybody. I couldn't even go to one party without ruining it."

"You did not ruin anything. Okay? She said those terrible things. None of it is true. You are not a joke or something to get out of my system or any other horrible shit she said. I don't—I'm not like that. I would never hurt you."

"I know you wouldn't," you say shakily. "I know, I know. She said you teased me and I know you didn't, I know that."

"But there were people like me who did," Steve says quietly.

You sag. "You're not like them."

"I could've been. If I hadn't gotten some sense knocked into me..."

Steve shudders and tightens his grip.

"Is that why you didn't tell me?" he asks.

"I... no, I know you're a good guy, Steve. I just—I was scared. I am scared. You might wake up one morning and decide you can do better than me."

"Hey. Listen to me." Steve backs up slightly so you can see his face. "You are the most incredible person I have ever met. Nothing is going to change that. Okay? You're beautiful and I love you. I love you. Not despite anything. I love you for you."

Your eyes burn again. You bury your face in Steve's arm.

"I didn't mean that stuff."

"I know," he murmurs, cheek on your head. "It's okay. I can't—I don't know what that kind of hurt feels like. But I know I'd never want you to feel it. So will you do me a favor?"

"Hmm?"

"Promise me you'll tell me if you’re feeling like this?"

The wind cuts through with a whistle. You don't feel it with Steve around you. He rubs your arms.

"I promise," you nod.

"Thank you," he says and gently tilts your chin. "D'you want me to pull the car around?"

You shake your head. "That's okay. I wanna walk with you."

Steve takes your hand.

"Next time we'll go to the bookstore," he promises.

"I don't wanna force you to go," you sigh. "You like these parties."

He shrugs, kisses your temple.

"Nah. Party Steve was a long time ago. 'Long as I'm with you, I'm good. I've got you."

You smile and kiss him, bumping your nose with his. Eventually you pull away. Steve clears his throat, suddenly bashful.

"So back there... you, uh, love me?"

Your eyes widen, heart pounding. Don't back down. You're safe here.

"Yeah," you say softly. "I do. I meant to tell you in a far nicer way, I swear."

"You could... say it again?"

You grin. "I love you."

Steve is sunshine. No more hiding in the dark for you.

"I love you too, baby. So much."

And your insecurities won't disappear overnight, true. But you won't face them alone. Not anymore.