#and realize all the stuff you've missed xD

[bisexualmcqueen]

Twerk I love your art so much, I missed it so much 😭😭!! You've progressed so much and I literally love all of the detail you put into your pieces like holy cow???

Also what drawing platform do you use, and do you still do art streams? (Because I'd love to come watch them again 🥹🫶)

HI STORMIEE

this is so nice im losing it 😭💖thakn you 🥺

i missed my cars art too fr, but i finally went on my inevitable furry art training arc 💪 i return rejuvenated!!

youre right, i looked back at some of my really old stuff recently and its crazy how far ive come. i always feel like i progress wayyyy slower than most artists (i am a hobbyist after all), so being able to finally see improvement with hindsight is such a gift. my only art goals are to be able to communicate my ideas in a way that makes me happy- any improvement is a very useful bonus XD. im very glad you agree, and even happier that you noticed.

oo!! software!! this is a good question, because it's changed since i was last drawing cars!! [still using a pc + my little 2009 wacom pentablet. im shocked it hasnt died yet.] i swapped over to Clip Studio Paint fulltime in 2022 [previously used SAI2]. i had a weird living situation for a while and had to use my ipad for a time, and i got soooo sick of the limitations of procreate that i swapped to CSP. i realized it was time to put on my big boy pants and dig in to learn more complicated software, and im very glad i took the time to do so. i wasnt able to draw nearly as much as id like in 2022-23, but in april-may 2024, i spent time reorganizing my CSP on my PC with custom brushes/materials/tool settings, a custom workflow, custom color palettes, custom hotkeys, and then training to relearn the muscle memory for efficient, uninterrupted work with the new setup. by july i was back to drawing comfortably. CSP has opened many doors for creative freedoms with its capabilities. i cannot recommend it enough. (also, ive gotten bigger on references. another pleasant inevitability.)

art streams! ...i actually havent done any in years, because of the aforementioned weird living situation. i totally fell out of the habit. i used to stream fairly regularly to twitch, picarto, and discord, but alas. (nowadays, once in a while ill sit in discord with a screenshare open, if my old CPU doesnt scream and wail at me too much and crash the stream that is. i could look into doing discord screenshares in the cars server again perhaps?)

thank you again for the kind words <3 !!

[case-of-traxits]

Hi! Fellow Shinra fan! :)

I'd love a fic with Reeve and/or Rufus. Maybe them late night working on projects for Edge? (Together. Maybe begrudgingly, but also appreciative of the other's skill and competence.)

Hah, okay, so funny story. I spent literal years trying to make Rufus/Reeve a serious ship in this fandom.  So so many years.  I don't want to talk about how many years.  I blame The Conscience of the King for sticking in my head so thoroughly (you can find that here [http://www.midgar.net/king/] if you've never heard of or read it, but word of warning, it's so old that it's literally text files uploaded to a website; this thing was distributed via email rings back in the late 90s; needless to say, it does NOT take in any extended canon, only OG stuff).  Over the years, of course, I've taken most of them down in favor of my more general Turk-fic, but just. My first love, okay? It was always Rufus/Reeve. XD

Now, I realize you didn't expressly ask for Rufus/Reeve, but uh. Here's what you're getting: my trademarked ambiguous relationship style thing.  In my favorite time period, which is ambiguously before the start of the original game.  Mostly because WRO Reeve breaks my heart.

Prompted from this post. Still taking prompts! If you'd rather do a ship/character + number prompt or a symbol for a headcanon, I'm still doing those too.

In These Deep City Lights

Word count: 1274 words. Content Notes: Eh. Ambiguous relationship. Characters: Rufus Shinra and Reeve Tuesti. Summary: Reeve finds Rufus looking over one of the Midgar models.

Most people who wanted to look at a model of Midgar went to Memorial Hall on the 60th floor.  It was, after all, the most impressive of the models of Midgar, with the oversized Shinra Tower in the middle and the model reactors that flared on schedule for their secondary burn process.  But it wasn't Reeve's favorite of the models.  That honor went to the one on 34.  She was a smaller model, and her reactors didn't have the fancy show mechanics that the 60th floor did, but her pieces were moveable.  In the middle of the night, he usually had the model to himself.

That was precisely why seeing someone standing in the room surprised him.  They hadn't turned on the overhead lights, and instead, they appeared to be inspecting the model purely in the light from the city itself, pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Reeve had done that himself more times than he cared to count, and he watched the figure through the frosted glass that separated the model from the rest of the office for a few minutes before he finally went to the door.

He opened it to find Rufus leaning over the model, fingers sliding across the tops of the buildings in Upper Eight.  Reeve noticed immediately that several of the buildings were missing, and he spotted them arranged on the table to the side of the model nearest the windows.  It took him a moment, but his eyes widened as he realized that they were laid out almost identically to the last proposal for Sector Six that he'd sent the President.

He cleared his throat, but Rufus didn't jump.  He didn't even look up.  He simply made a low sound and moved another building from Sector Eight to the mocked-up representation of Six.  He studied it for another moment, and then he finally looked over at Reeve.

"Vice President," Reeve said, and he took another step into the room, letting the door shut behind him.  Under the weight of those blue eyes, that felt like a mistake.

"Reeve," Rufus murmured, and he looked back at his collection of buildings.

"I wasn't aware that you came down here," Reeve finally said, breaking the silence.  He crossed the room and picked up one of the buildings, turning it over between his fingers.

He watched as Rufus studied the model, eyes intent and focused, as though he could simply will Midgar into existence— compliance— with his gaze alone.  He spoke after a few minutes, voice measured and even, "Only when I need to see one of your proposals."

Reeve set the building he'd picked up back down where it went in Sector Four.  He supposed it made sense that Rufus would review the proposal— he was the Vice President, and despite the President's attempts to keep the position as something in name only, Rufus had done his damnedest to carve out some degree of control— but he was surprised by how seriously Rufus was taking it.

Especially when they both knew that the President himself would never approve the expenditure to rebuild Six.  There had been one chance to build Six, and when it collapsed during construction, it had taken all possibility of Midgar ever being completed with it.

"Is there anything you had concerns about?" Reeve asked instead.

Rufus straightened up, and he brushed his hair back from his face with a careless motion as he met Reeve's gaze.  "You've spent a lot of time on this one," he said instead of answering Reeve's question.

Or maybe it was the answer to Reeve's question.  He wasn't sure.

He couldn't look away from Rufus though.

"Clearly," Reeve replied, his voice low as he nodded toward the mock-up, "so have you."

A small smile touched the corner of Rufus' mouth, and he stepped in closer to Reeve, far closer than he had to in order to pick up the factory model from Four that Reeve still had his fingers on. Reeve pulled his hand back, yielding the piece to him, and Rufus' smile widened, eyes gleaming in the relative darkness of the room.  "I admire that dedication."  He turned the factory over in his hand, and then he held it up between their faces.  "You've skewed the sector too heavily to production, however."

Reeve's lips parted, and he reached up to take the factory from Rufus.  "My proposal—"

"Is bait," Rufus finished for him, raising an eyebrow.  Then he waved a hand toward the mock-up just beside him, turning to look at it once more.  "You skewed it toward things that make money because you know exactly what would catch the President's attention."

"It didn't work," Reeve pointed out after a second.  "Your father won't authorize the construction."

"My father will not be the one to complete my city."  There was a steel in Rufus' voice that caught Reeve's attention, and he smiled faintly at that possessive tone.  He set the factory back down in Four where it went once more.

"Your city?" he asked, and Rufus' eyes cut over to him, impossibly blue given how little light was actually in the room.

Rufus tilted his head slightly.  "Do you think otherwise?"

"No, of course not, sir,"  Reeve said immediately, dropping his gaze to the mock-up of Six that Rufus was still facing.

Rufus studied him for a long, quiet moment.  "You're supposed to say 'yes.'"

Reeve looked up at him sharply, watching the way the smile on Rufus' face looked a little less practiced, a little more real.  He hesitated, replaying what he'd said, and his eyes closed briefly as a faint laugh escaped him.  "You're right," he said softly.  "My duty is to serve the President's vision."

"Indeed," Rufus murmured.  Then he motioned toward the layout for Sector Six.  "Redo the proposal.  Focus on housing this time."

Reeve hesitated.  "You know that will never—"

"The President's vision will change eventually."

Reeve’s breath caught in his throat briefly.  On the surface, that was an innocuous enough statement, but standing in that room, awash in the glow of Midgar herself, with the way Rufus was looking at him...

Rufus wasn't just the Vice President, after all.  One day—

Rufus' hand closed on Reeve's tie— red tie, Shinra red because that's what the President gifted him every year for Yule — and he adjusted it carefully.  When his fingers smoothed over the silk, the touch was soft, gentle.

Reeve wasn't sure how long they stood there, watching one another, Midgar the only silent witness to the moment between them.  Then Reeve nodded slowly.

"I'll redo the proposal," he said softly, and there was no mistaking the momentary triumph that lit Rufus' eyes.

"Good.  I'll review it personally once it's finished."  Rufus' hand dropped away from Reeve's tie then.  "For now, go home."  He didn't wait to see if Reeve did as instructed.  Instead, he turned to look out at the city in the darkness.

Reeve wasn't sure he'd ever been dismissed from one of his own floors in the Tower.  He glanced past Rufus, toward the model parts scattered across the table, but before he could ask the question, Rufus waved a hand.

"I'll clean up before I leave."

Reeve nodded.  "Very well," he said and he lingered for only a heartbeat more before he turned and left.  When the door shut behind him, Reeve glanced back, watching the way Rufus was silhouetted in the lights, figure blurry in the frosted glass that separated the model room from the rest of the office.

He wasn't sure he'd ever been dismissed from one of his own floors in the Tower, but he supposed if anyone could do it, it was Rufus Shinra.

One day, the man would rule the world.

[bluebunnysart]

I've been delaying art stuff cuz of rl matters but honestly Umika and Yu's relationship is seriously so romantic and I can't stop thinking about it lol

The way they admire each other so much and are so fond of each other (Yu especially is incredibly affectionate but then again, that's kinda just how she is).

But like. Imagine wanting to make a high school debut or something but being really nervous and then the exact thing (alien) you've been yearning for just bursts into your life. Yu is like legit Umika's "Manic Pixie Dream Girl" and it's so wild lmaooooo

Even if it turns out Yu was granted by Umika's wish or something, Yu is still a distinct person on her own and she's such a delight-- I love her so much. Anyway, they're so good and cute and I honestly can't ship them with anyone else, personally.

One thing I really like, for example, is when (ANIME SPOILER) Umika rejects Yu's attempt at foreheadelepathy that one time in the anime (END ANIME SPOILER), Yu doesn't take it personally or build resentment or get angry at her or anything. Instead, the next time she tries to do it, she realizes she should ask for permission first and just gets bashful.

Yu in particular is just so kind, sweet, and gentle with Umika and that's exactly what Umika needs imo. Some people need harsher words but other people need good foundations and support systems to be more brave.

Umika herself is incredibly kind and considerate and adorable and an angel and she never did anything wrong. I just think Yu and Umika totally deserve each other and regardless of how the audience feels about romance (I think it's awesome), the only thing they're really "missing" is just an exclusive declaration to each other lolol

If Sensei ever confirms it, I hope she'll do a Yuri on Ice "kiss scene" if anything at all. No idea if Sensei wants this too but if it ever happens, I'll be soooo hyped lol. At the moment, not expecting too much though even though the show is marketed as a yuri. xD

[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 19: Purple / Bite

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AN: if you're reading this and you've somehow missed 17 and 18 (and want to see what they were up to during those vaguely smutty bits), those entries were flagged as 'Mature' and I think tumblr hides (?) those posts from people as some kind of default iOS setting. I might be wrong. XD

They do eventually make it into the shower, though their kissing and wandering touches don't pause for much longer than it takes to twist knobs and get the water running. Izuku wants to explore every inch of him, and Hitoshi doesn’t seem to be in much of a mood to deny him whatever he demands. 

They wash with curiously drifting hands, laughter when fingers tickle, and more than a little bit of water gets in their eyes. Hitoshi looks vaguely like a half-drowned cat when his sodden purple hair drips darkly around his face, but Izuku pulls him down for another kiss anyways.

Izuku accidentally drops the soap and ends up in an unfortunately compromising position that results with water all over the floor and a slippery disaster of a mess as they laugh and kiss while trying to rinse off the excessive suds.

Izuku gets a brilliant idea as he's fiddling with the broken lid of the soap and peeks up at Hitoshi with hopeful eyes.

His boyfriend looks between the rapidly darkening blush on Izuku's face and the proffered bottle before plucking it from his fingers. "No."

"But-"

"You do not use soap for anything more than this," he says with an illustrative touch. Izuku's eyes cross as he shudders against him.

"If you want more, we need to get out of here and use appropriate supplies."

Izuku’s face flushes crimson as he nods in understanding, his thoughts flashing to the drawer of random stuff he’s accumulated. He hadn’t really planned this far ahead, but— maybe he has— everything?

Hitoshi sees him mentally flailing and pulls his chin up for a fiery kiss, lips parted, tongue sliding in to rub alongside his. 

"Stop worrying," he insists once they part for breath. "I’ve got us covered," he promises, slipping a slick arm around his waist to tug him closer. 

Izuku sighs into his mouth and lets himself be swept away by his unhurried kisses. 

For a minute.

...Until he realizes he isn't going to get anything more until they get out of the shower. Grinning with amusement, he slides both of his hands down Hitoshi's back to grab his butt. The noise that squeaks out of Hitoshi's throat makes Izuku dissolve into more giggles, but he doesn't let go until Hitoshi turns off the water.

They stumble from the shower, leaving a trail of water as they fumble through drying off in a hurried rush to get back to the bedroom. Izuku dives into the bedding and scoops up the blanket to drape around his shoulders, feeling simultaneously chilled and burning as he watches Hitoshi stride to the closet, completely comfortable with his nudity. He fishes in one of the pouches on his hero costume before withdrawing a zippered pack, glancing back at Izuku with a smile that looks like a weird cross between a grin and a grimace.

“We’re supposed to keep these on hand in case of the really weird quirk emergencies,” he explains, tossing the pouch onto the bed to rest on the rumpled blankets beside him. Izuku stares with morbid curiosity, wondering if he’s had to deal with something like that before. (He’s not sure he wants to know.)

Hitoshi chuckles as he climbs onto the bed and crawls over Izuku. "I see the questions brewing. No, I haven't seen anything like that in person, yet, but I've heard the stories." 

(Izuku watches as pale pink floods his boyfriend's face, and now he kind of wants to hear those sorts of stories, too. Maybe he'll ask, later.)

"Did you, ah," Izuku swallows and touches his shower-damp cheek before sliding his hand around his neck. His skin is cool and speckled with droplets they'd missed while toweling off, and his hair is a wild mess of violet. It's beginning to fluff up again where some locks are quickly drying. Izuku tugs him a little closer. "Did you want to um, not talk again?" His gaze falls to Hitoshi's lips. He can think of a few things that'll help keep his mouth occupied.

Hitoshi bites his lip, looking uncertain.

Izuku rolls his eyes with a sigh and parts his knees, forcing Hitoshi to move his leg and kneel between his thighs. "I trust you," he reaffirms.

Hitoshi touches their foreheads together with a long exhale, then leans back to give him a serious look. "You’ll tell me when to stop," he demands. "You’ll tell me to stop right now if you aren’t ready for this."

Izuku grins up at him. "Could you at least start, first?" 

Hitoshi chuckles and leans down to kiss his smart mouth.

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AN: next one was originally intended to be included as part of this piece, but they're taking their sweet time to move things along. The next scene will also be flagged mature and probably the last, depending on how things go after that ...

[coolocgod]

Steven and unknown chillin(based on a dream unknown had)

So there was alot that happened in this lore dream unknown had so imma try to explain it, so in the dream (the first one before steven just a p p e r e d) fren and glitchy's roles are kinda swapped, where unknown now kinda controls glitchy instead of fren, but unknown somehow got her own vessel into the dream(imma guess its cues unknown didn't wanna control something sentient), but glitchy apparently in the dream was half anomaly where half of his face looked like an anomaly but you couldn't look at it cues i think unknown said it would make the rest of him not visible, so uh after a bit of the duo being wholesome, they went to the poketower, unknown very much wanted to avoid it but there was a quest needed for it and i think glitchy and unknown split up, unknown then found dawn, who unknown tries to greet with calmness, but this dawn was different, cues she had the "=)" face, and SOMEHOW JUST HAD A GLITCHY POKEMON, it was unclear what pokemon it was, but unknown was clearly scared and darted off to find glitchy, glitchy who was clearly worried about unknown sense she looked scared asked "are you okay? you look like you've seen a ghost" unknown answered with a "i dont know", glitchy and unknown then headed to a subway andd apparently dawn tried to take it over and the subway turned red, and shadowy figures started appearing, but fren gave unknown the flaaffy(aka starry) and they kinda fixed the subway somehow XD, also apperantly when unknown came dawn said "why are you here? your not supposed to be here" and i think the dream ended after that, NOW ONTO DREAM 2 WHERE STEVEN JUST APPERS OUTTA NO WHERE XD, so in this dream a bunch of unowns started to apper out of no where, but miki and starry somehow shared a braincell and CAUSED AN ELECTRICAL FIRE ON THE UNOWNS, after that they went over to a plush shop, miki seemed to really want a polliwag plush and unknown decided to go and buy it, steven was also buying some stuff, and then randomly a unown plush started to glitch out, the shopkeeper then started to glitch aswell, unknown and steven both clearly i think scared idk, didnt really do much but then miki and starry came over andd miki used flamethrower on the plush, the glitching stopped, and unknown and starry kinda congrat miki and steven then says "i hope were not in trouble now" and unknown responds with "it had to be done" and then the shop keeper says "wow...your lucky im not banning you from my shop! i'll let you off the hook this time but you have to pay for that", unknown then pays for it clearly annoyed and even explains at unowns are known for messing stuff up, the shopkeeper let them still buy stuff tho, and miki points to a poliwag plushie, unknown asked how much it is and the shopkeeper said "oh its usually 500 but sense the pokemon likes it alot its 350" unknown buys it and gives it to miki who immedtaly upon given the plushie, hugs it, starry then points to a mareep plushie and unknown buys it to and gives it starry also hugs to plush, and then miki went over to flame(unknown's charizard who i didnt draw) and hugs him, and steven and unknown just agreed those 2 are friends, glitchy then comes back(apperantly he was chased by the unowns) and unknown and steven kinda explain the stuff that happend, and also miki and starry sharing a braincell, and glitchy then said "oh also i thought you said about homework?" and unknown said "dont ask about my last 3 braincells on homework, they're probably arguing or hitting eachother with foam swords" and steven almost laughed at that, they then explain the shopkeeper stuff and the dream ends, THAT WAS ALOT TO TYPE

uh i guess the tldr is "steven and unknown became friends in like a second", also all this lore dream stuff made me realize i need to post about the shadow realm dream again, I'LL DO IT LATER XD

I only just now realized the layer for the color that was under miki's tail was missing so uh i fixed that XD

[raspberryberyl]

wanted to add on some less important/ maybe triggering things just to share insight into what my fandom experience has been like ^^

tw for suicidal feelings, self harm, panic attacks, and mention of technoblade's death.

before i was into the dsmp, i hadn't been in many fandoms. i liked things like steven universe, but i just watched it really, i never joined into the fandom and conversations. my closest experience to being in a fandom was with svtfoe (which you might know about if your an old follower or just know me on any other platform XD) i drew art for svtfoe, and made friends to talk about it with. i joined svtfoe pretty late into its run, and it was ending. when it had its terrible end, i watched the fandom fall apart and most people leave. the ending really soured the whole show for me, and a lot if my experience, but i stayed in the fandom and continued making my art and au.

with dsmp and mcyt, i was a bit late to the fandom, but not as late as others. i loved seeing all the passion and creativity, and the friendships people had. But i myself didn't engage in it much right away. i kinda just observed and enjoyed the fandom from the shadows. the fandom was nothing like i had ever seen before.

i didn't have any friends or mutuals in the myct fandom though, and i still don't really. i love it and think its amazing, but i also understand my experience is different because other people had actual friends to share it with, and all i did was observe other people's friendships.

i regret not getting more into the fandom earlier, for being scared that 'it was cringe' and not wanting people to know i liked it. maybe if i wasn't so afraid, i would have had some friends and had an even better experience!

the only one i really had was my Little brother. and man we had so much fun discussing lore and theories. i remember getting so excited whenever a big lore trailer would drop and then we'd dressup for things like the red banquet. when a sadist animation would drop, or a new derivikat song. i remember when i became more of an obsessed fan than him and would just watch every stream and then explain it to him. And i remember when he began to lose interest and look back at it as 'cringe' and i felt alone.

it was the dsmp fandom and its fanfics that introduced me to the concept of 'self harm' and so the main reason i started to harm myself.

it was covid (which was awful for all of us) and i also just had my own issues. i felt suicidal, and the dsmp was kinda the first thing i saw that helped me understand those feelings. the first time i saw trauma and suicidal ideation really be tackled. and it felt so personal and intimate.

if you go to my ao3 or know of my anonymous fics, you'd see how many of them are about the concept of suicide. you'd see my venting and suffering.

i had an unhealthy relationship with dsmp at first, but as i grew with the media, it became better and i learned to heal. writing my vent fics, and watching ctommy process trauma helped me process it to.

i would do my school from home, and just tune into any dsmp stream i could just to distract myself from my pain. i have fond memories of tuning into most if ranboo's mining streams, or foolish building and loosing his mind.

when the suicidal feelings were bad, dsmp was what id wake up for. what id rely on to keep me stable and going.

id tell myself stuff like 'you can't kill yourself until you find out the cranboo lore' 'you don't want to miss out on how the dsmp ends' 'once it's over than you can die.'

I'd read fics about trauma, suicidalness, and feelings and it would only exasperate my own feelings. it was aweful, but i never felt more heard.

it made me realize my trauma. it helped me really realize and come to terms with that people that you love and who love you, can hurt you. that just because they're family doesn't mean its ok. that you might think you've got love and a friendship, but they might be using and abusing you.

it made me learn more about mental health, about mine and other's experiences. it made me come to terms with my religious trauma. it taught me more about so many different cultures and people. i hate to admit it but i barely knew anything about lgbtq+ before the dsmp, don't get me started on how little i knew about actual cultures other than my own.

this fandom has given me so much. and ive stayed up late nights and spent so much time and energy on it.

and yeah, things did get soured. I'll never forget ccranboo for how they just abandoned their lore and the character i cared so much about. (i can understand and accept why they did it, but it still hurts). ill never forgive how the dsmp ended, how it went from a masterpiece of lessons to half hearted untrue and just false messages.

it changed when technoblade died, and i remember all the pain i felt. i had never mourned for a person in such a way. i felt horrible that i didn't even know the guy and it affected me so much. but through the tragedy, it helped me realize the beauty and meaning of life, and to savor it. every moment.

i remember the moral dilemmas and panic attacks i would have over lore and people telling me things like 'ctommy isnt being abused' or 'he deserves it'.

i remember when the dream situation stuff came out and i felt guilty and terrified. i remember coming to terms with it, and taking strength in the community and us standing together. i remember, although it made me sick, feeling like i needed to keep up with all the drama. tuning into every cupsmp post to keep myself updated.

i remember the mess of a finale, the cwilbur finale, the miscommunication, and just feeling betrayed by these creators. i remember crying every night when it ended. how bitter i felt. trying not to think about it. i had spent so much time and energy on this fandom, and this is how they treat us? but i learned to find comfort and strength within the community, with our own takes and lessons, our own endings and stories.

through every controversy, although i was tainted, i learned to have strength.

with the ccwilbur stuff i felt so lost. like 'is everything going to just get ruined. is there a point in enjoying anything anymore?' and i got passed it. yeah ctnt duo feels different and is probably ruined for me now, but im not going to let that stop me.

so my point is, i may have gone through shit in this fandom, so much shit, but i dont care. i still love the dsmp, im not going to regret it, no matter how dark of a time it was in my life. im going to keep the fond memories and hold onto what i love. it changed me for the better, and i would go through it all again.

people say to get into other smps, other things, and they have been. but maybe im just not good at letting go and moving on, and i don't intend to let go. its just all not the same for me.

i liked qsmp, i liked empires, i haven't seen the life series but i hear good things. but nothing will be what the dsmp was for me.

i watch cctommy occasionally. people tell me to watch ccranboo, but again i kinda have a grudge. genloss is cool but i just haven't felt hooked. i watch cctubbo the most out of all of them i guess (mostly cause of qsmp).

yeah there are things i could be watching and getting into that other people might think and find better , but I'm happy. i love the dsmp and all my memories. again i dont really have any friends, but i have this community, what is left of us. and i wouldn't trade it for the world.

thank you dsmp fandom, mcyt fandom, i love you 🫂

not to like vague post, i just don't really feel like reblogging, adding my comment, and disrupting the og post. let people feel how they want to feel, and not start any arguments sorta.

but i just saw this post that was like "if you're thinking about getting into dsmp, don't" and lots of people always talking about how they're embarrassed, or regret it, or want to forget that part of their life. and i just can't help but think about how thats the farthest from the truth for me. i don't think I'll ever regret it :-)

and i know that we all have different experiences, people were going through different things and might want to move on and forget, and that's all valid.

the dsmp fandom is just such an experience. and yeah its become soured by cc turning out to be bad people, by bad writing, and by disappointing endings.

yeah it would be hard to get into now, lots of vods and its just not the same experience as watching and experiencing it all live. what made the fandom was the fans, but you can still find fics, go listen to songs, dig up analysis, find art and animatics.

I just feel like there's nowhere where i discovered more about myself, felt heard, found connection, and felt at home more than the dsmp fandom. It's my chosen home. It's my safe place. and when you feel that way about something, why would you not recommend it? share it with others :-)

so because of my bias and own personal experiences, if you were thinking about getting into the dsmp fandom I'd say go for it, I'd totally recommend it! its not the same as it used to be, it'll be a different experience, and we are a small few left but we are mighty.

just be aware of the problems within the source and within the fandom, and you should be good. know that it does have a disappointing end, but you can make up your own ending, or search, find, and connect with others through the ending they came up with.

being in the fandom doesn't mean you're supporting anyone. don't feel bad or embarrassed about liking the dsmp.

to the people who have and do feel like they've been hurt by it, and to the people that feel like they wasted their childhood, time, snd energy on it, I'm sorry, and you're valid to feel how you feel. I hope you've been able to move on to better and happier things.

I love the dsmp, and I don't see that changing, or me regretting it. If i could share my love of it with you i would. So don't be afraid to give it a chance, hey, you can always change your mind.

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

10, 11, 13, or 20? Or all of the above! Whatever you feel up to :D

(Thank you for the ask! I didn’t know how to find these on my phone, but now I do, so sorry for the long time responding! D:)

10. Do they have any family?

Sula has a big ol’ family! And they traveled for a time with many families, until it became too dangerous for that. But her primary family is her Grandmother, her mother and aunt, her father, her older brother, younger brother, and baby sister: Herah, Asala, Kassaraanda, Tal, Hassan, Yorrick, and Asara in order. :D

11. Are they better with children, animals, or neither?

Sula actually has always felt a bit awkward with kids, despite having a lot of time in her younger days helping with her sister and other kids in their ever changing family. She has always wanted a family, but was never quite sure how to go about treating children. That goes away with age and when she starts her family, but she never gets better with animals. She has absolutely no skill with animals, and finds most of them a bit frightening and off putting--with the exception of Storvacker. They click right away. 

13. Can they cook?

As a means of survival, her entire family learned to cook. However, they became adept at survival cooking, and making dinner with whatever they could acquire. Ken( @inlovelikethemovies)’s Adaar, Nessuno, was the cook of the Valo-Kas, but always was baffled by Sula’s strange soup that she could make, which some days could be adequate, and other days phenomenal, and never with the same ingredients. He always pestered her to teach him how to make her weird survival soup, but she would just shrug and say ‘You just put stuff in the pot and eat it’ as if anything could be so simple. So, she can, in order to eat, and sometimes is VERY good, but its kind of a crapshoot.

20. If they met, how would your Inquisitor get along with your Warden? Your Hawke?

Of all of my other dragon age characters, Sula is surprisingly the most balanced and mature. That said, she always looked up the Hero of Fereldan, and Hawke, but finds meeting Hawke and Mena, (and would find meeting Setah) wanting. 

With Setah, if they ever could have met, she’d probably have found a kindred spirit--someone passionate, driven, kind, and fierce. But Setah Mahariel as Hero of Fereldan presents sort of a worst case scenario--she sacrificed herself for her people (something Sula wouldn’t hesitate to do), but also did so knowing full well there were other options, and refusing to listen to her team. She acted as a great leader, but did not take her comrade’s advice to heart, and the consequences of that were very great, and felt to Inquisition--Sula would learn from these stories that life is more complicated than heroic sacrifices really allow, and that its more effective to stay around if you can to help bring peace.

With Mena, Sula probably would be obsessed with her, adoring her whole history--but she’d find the person behind the story of the Princess turned Warden Commander a little cold. She’d take a lot of Mena’s advice though, while offering her own. I think they could eventually become friends, but it would take warming up on both their sides. (Varric would probably help.)

With Mariah Hawke, Sula adored her from the Tales of the Champion. Meeting her in person was practically a dream come true. As Sula got to know Mariah, she was continually disappointed, and continually shown that Hawke is a lot more of a tragic, broken person than she would have known. Sula 100% doesn’t agree with Hawke on a lot of topics (Hawke is a lot more radical in her opinions on mages’ freedom [very pro, while sula is pro but in a more vivienne way]; Hawke is very interested in the Qun as a philosophy and helped the Arishok hunt down Tal-Vasoth [Sula pretty much thinks that’s all fucked]; Hawke jumps to action without thought, Sula is a bit more cautious [but does tend to act without consulting others on what she’s gonna do]). As Sula learns that Hawke left behind Fenris and their children without telling them to be able to make things right (and as Hawke’s... depressive desire for martyrdom comes to light), Sula pities her, but there’s too much on the line for her to spend a lot of time fixing Hawke. So pretty much, Hawke just falls from grace in Sula’s eyes, and leaves the Inquisition as a major example of what not to do. 

[ridiasfangirlings]

During the month of Fushimi in Jungle, Mikoto’s ghost appeared and followed him around.

Just to make Fushimi's stint in enemy territory even worse: the ghost of the guy he hates won't leave him alone XD Imagine ghost Mikoto being so chill about this too, like I imagine him just floating after Fushimi and smoking a cigarette, watching without commenting and somehow that just really pisses Fushimi off, like stop silently judging me(he is not being silently judged but feels like he is). Like imagine when Fushimi joins jungle and is given Green power by Hisui, as the Green power is settling in his body he suddenly sees Suoh Mikoto just standing there next to Hisui staring at him. Fushimi immediately jumps back in surprise, Hisui asks him if something is wrong. Fushimi looks at the other Green clansmen and realizes that no one else is seeing this, it's only him seeing Mikoto standing there leaning against Hisui's wheelchair looking bored. Fushimi says it's nothing, trying not to look at Mikoto's ghost as if it will maybe disappear if he ignores it hard enough.

Mikoto doesn't disappear though, he's still there while Fushimi's picking at his sushi and again when Fushimi is finally led to a room he can use to sleep. Once he's alone Fushimi manages to say out loud 'go away' and Mikoto says he'd like to but that doesn't seem to be happening. Fushimi can't believe he can even hear Mikoto's voice, like you're a ghost ghosts should be silent. Mikoto chuckles and wonders if that's how ghosts work. Fushimi clicks his tongue and asks why Mikoto's here, Mikoto shrugs and says 'dunno.' He can't even really say where he was before this, it's just he's here now and he's somehow 'attached' to Fushimi and can't move from his side. Fushimi rolls his eyes all 'great' and Mikoto's like I wasn't exactly asking for this to happen either.

So from this point Mikoto's just floating around through jungle following Fushimi everywhere (imagine he's there when Fushimi and Yukari go to tell the Prime Minister to fire Munakata, the Prime Minister keeps badmouthing Munakata and Fushimi is so distracted by Mikoto snickering behind him). It puts him on edge a lot at first but then imagine in a weird way he feels more relaxed with Mikoto there, like he expected this to be a mission where he was truly alone and now here unexpectedly there's 'someone' with him. Even though Mikoto can't interact with anything and just floats through objects and stuff there's something calming about being able to talk to him about the mission and having someone listen when he complains about stupid Kings causing trouble all the time.

Mikoto also wonders what Fushimi's endgame plan is here and Fushimi just clicks his tongue and coldly says 'same as yours was,' Mikoto shakes his head and says Fushimi's smarter than that, he has more choices than Mikoto had. Fushimi's like should you really be the one to talk about this kind of thing and Mikoto shrugs like you've got people who will come to save you, don't give up on them so quickly. Fushimi wonders if Mikoto will disappear once this is all over and Mikoto wonders with amusement if Fushimi will miss him when he's gone, Fushimi clicks his tongue all no I'm just wondering when I'll finally get to be alone. Mikoto figures he'll leave when Fushimi doesn't need him anymore, Fushimi denies needing him in the first place but then here he is still talking to a ghost despite that.

[zepskies]

Hahaa I'm so glad you liked the ice cream scene + more cake stuff. (clearly I have a problem. And I'm now craving ice cream cake.) That line would be amazing as a t-shirt! 😂❤️

This vibe that she gets from Dean--it's so authentic. There really is just something about him. I feel like I would tell that man things, too. And I'm like the nesting doll of lock boxes. xD

Right? I think I would too. Plus it's that thing of where you just feel connection with someone, and you feel like you can bear your soul even though you've just met.

But lol everyone was frustrated by the missed kisses (2x). I say, what's a little delayed gratification? 😂

I had to send them to a bookstore. 😂 But it did serve a purpose narratively, and the reader's love of crime dramas is definitely going to be tested in this story. 😅

Dean's backstory with the two Academys and John--I think you drew that fabulously.

Thank you so much! That might actually have been my favorite scene to write in this chapter, actually. I tried to strike a balance with being true to the Dean/John dynamic while still being fresh for this AU.

The thought of all those front-porch kisses had me weak in the knees. (Bonus Grandpa George made that scene even better!)

Hahahaa funny enough George wasn't in that scene originally! But a comment someone said on the last chapter made me realize that this was a good time to have him and Dean meet. 🥰

Reading these two excerpts was like looking in a mirror. xD<3

Hahaa omg I love that, because those two things were totally me all the way, I can't even lie. 🤣🤣

Thanks so much again for your lovely comments!! Can't wait to bring you Part 5 next week.~ 💞💞

There's an official second date, and more of Meg and friends at the firehouse (including some angst 😬).

Smoke Eater - Part 4

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

🔥Series Masterlist

Song Inspo: “Take It to the Limit” by The Eagles

Word Count: 6,000 Tags/Warnings: Major fluff alert. Some angst(ish). First date part 2…and a second date?

Part 4: Rocky Road

You enjoyed dinner more than you expected to. Dean was funny, and charming, and deeper than you might’ve expected at first glance.

He also didn’t let you even think of paying any part of the bill. In his view, he’d asked you out, so your purse was staying the hell away from the little black booklet.

The only problem was, the freely flowing conversation you and Dean had all through dinner kind of stalled after you left the restaurant. He’d chosen a spot in downtown, so the two of you walked leisurely down the sidewalk, under rows of soft overhead string lights and a gentle chill on the evening air. 

Dean had his hands in his pockets, and even that casual gait caught your eye. He looked good tonight in his black slacks and jacket. The dark blue buttoned-down worked for him too, just as well as the red plaid and jeans worked for him last night. Just like his gray lieutenant’s polo and navy pants worked for him.

In fact, you didn’t think there was anything that wouldn’t work for him.

“So, what’s next?” you asked. Dean glanced over at your question, looking a bit uncertain.

“Well, I’m gonna be honest. This is as far as I thought things through,” he said. “What do you want to do?”

You hummed and touched your chin. You paused and considered your surroundings. There were little shops, clubs, and restaurants on either side of the street. But then you spotted something nearby: a cart with a pink overhead. You smiled.

“You up for dessert?” you asked, pointing to the ice cream stand.

Dean shot you a slightly disbelieving look.

“Yeah? Ice cream after that fancy shmancy meal?”

You shrugged. “Why not? Come on.”

You looped your arm through his and tugged him along with you. He smiled at your enthusiasm and let you do it.

He later watched you try no less than five flavors of ice cream before you settled on the first one you tried—chocolate chip cookie dough. Which you ordered on a cone, with brownie pieces on top.

“The only way to do business,” you told him sagely. Dean grinned and held a hand to his chest.

“A woman after my own heart,” he said. “Here I thought you were gonna make fun of me for getting rocky road.”

“Why would I? I don’t discriminate when it comes to dessert…and only fun people get rocky road,” you countered.

“Tell that to my brother,” Dean scoffed. “He gets plain-ass chocolate chip. Every time.”

“Oh, you have a brother?” you noted with interest. “Any other siblings?”

“Nope,” he said, and accepted his cone from Steve, the guy operating the kiosk. “Just my giant little brother.”

“Giant?”

“…You’ll understand when you meet him.”

“When, not if. That’s encouraging,” you said with a smile. Dean shot you an amused grin back.

You held your cone with one hand while you rifled through your purse for your wallet with the other, but by the time you looked up, Dean was already handing over his credit card. Your brows furrowed.

“Dean—”

“This is all still part of the date,” he rationalized. His green eyes fairly danced with amusement, which you begrudgingly accepted with a sigh.

You then looked at your cone from all angles, trying to spy the best spot to start. You decided to go at it from the side. Though you tried to be graceful about it, you realized you hadn’t totally succeeded when a brownie piece almost fell off. You yelped and managed to catch it before it fell on your dress.

“Smooth,” Dean remarked. You shrugged and hummed happily while you took another bite.

“I told you. I don’t play when it comes to dessert,” you told him.

“Clearly,” he teased.

You briefly looked up at him through your lashes, making him smile. You really did have a pretty pair of eyes. And when your tongue came out a little to lick your lips, he was drawn to that as well.

And an even prettier mouth, he thought. Damn.

He raised a thumb to wipe away a bit of ice cream left behind on your lower lip. You blinked up at him, your eyes a bit wider, and he saw the bout of shyness in your resulting smile.

You shivered then with a bit of cold, whether from the ice cream or the chill on the air.

Dean’s mouth quirked, and he gave you his cone. “Hold this for a sec.”

You did so for him, but you watched him curiously as he shrugged out of his jacket. He wrapped it around your shoulders, like this was some kind of Hallmark moment.

Heh. Can’t believe Meg had it right, he thought, as he caught your blush.

“Thanks,” you said softly.

“Can’t let you catch cold in this little dress,” Dean reasoned. He tugged you in closer by the ends of his jacket.

Once again, his gaze was drawn to your face, your eyes, and finally your lips. You still held both ice cream cones between you two, but he could be careful enough to sample something else.

He started to lean in…

“Hey, man!” said Steve. “Don’t forget your wallet.”

Hesitating, Dean’s lips pursed as he turned his head to look back. Sure enough, he’d left his wallet on the counter. Letting out a subtle sigh, he glanced down and found you biting your lip in amusement.

He released you to go back and pluck his wallet out of Steve’s hand. The kid looked college age, and chilled out of his mind, like he didn’t realize he’d just interrupted another dude’s flow.

“Thank you,” said Dean, a bit pointedly.

Steve gave him a bored smile.

While you continued walking and finishing off your ice cream, you went with the flow of people coming and going; couples, families, people walking their dogs and with their children for an evening stroll.

You learned that Dean’s brother was a few years younger than him. The two shared an apartment, though Sam had a girlfriend, Eileen.

She worked at a specialty school, specifically with hearing impaired children, as she herself was deaf. Sam had learned a bit of ASL in school and worked on becoming fluent after they met. He was an assistant prosecutor working in the district attorney’s office.

“Wow. They sound like a power couple,” you remarked.

Dean inclined his head. “Yeah, they’re the smartest people I know, to be honest. They’ve been going strong for a few years now.” 

And he learned that you were an only child, raised by your grandparents, and still living in your childhood home with your grandfather.

You admitted to him that after your grandmother passed away a few years ago, you just never found it within yourself to move out and leave George alone. He still needed you…and you probably needed him too, in some ways.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Dean said. "Taking care of your people is number one."

You gave him an appreciative look. He wanted to ask where your parents were in this situation, but he didn’t want to pry if you weren’t up for sharing. It felt like something even more personal.

You then stopped in front of a beautiful French bakery. It was closed, but you could still smell freshly baked bread and sweetness through the glass doors. You leaned against them while you peered inside.

“Ooh, I’ll need to come back here,” you said, before you remembered that you did in fact have company. Dean sidled up next to you and crossed his arms in amusement.

“You want a piece of cake or something?” he teased. “I’ll get my crowbar from the car.”

You grinned. “Not the jaws of life?”

“That’d be a bit extreme for a glass door, don’t you think?” He raised a brow at you.

“Don’t underestimate the lengths I’ll go to for quality cake,” you quipped back.

“All right,” he chuckled. “I like a girl who knows what she wants.”

You’d lost count of how many times you’d blushed tonight, but it had to be a record. You turned to him, but unconsciously kept a hand on the glass door.

“When I was in culinary school, I dreamed of opening up a bakery just like this,” you said. There was the gleam of memory and nostalgia in your eyes, and Dean found himself getting swept up in it.

“What happened to the dream?” he asked.

You sighed, letting your hand fall away from the glass. You hesitated to confide in him, to reveal this much of yourself. But there was something about this man that…well, that made you trust him. Even with this part. You tugged his jacket closer to your body.

“My grandma died about a month before I graduated,” you said. “She and my grandpa raised me…after my mom left.”

Dean’s gaze gentled, while his brows drew together. That just about answered his question about your parents.

“How old were you when she left?” he asked.

“Officially? Six years old,” you replied, sighing heavily. “She didn’t want responsibilities.” 

He acknowledged this with a slow nod. He got the feeling your dad was never in the picture.

“Have you talked to her since?”

“No,” you said. “I lived with my grandparents from the beginning. She’d breeze in and out of town, from what little I remember. But one day, Gram finally asked her: When are you going to realize that you’re a mother?” 

You glanced away for a moment. “Well, after that…I never saw her again.”

You took in a deeper breath to steady yourself. You didn’t often talk about this, let alone with someone you’d just met. Yet again, you felt safe enough with Dean.

“But after Gram passed, my grandfather was already retired,” you continued. “I needed a job, not a pipe dream.” 

Dean had been listening to you with rapt attention. This was the first time he truly frowned. The wind was brushing strays of your hair across your forehead. He reached out and tucked a few strands behind your ear.

“Not all dreams are pipe dreams,” he said.

You flickered at a smile, looking up at him.

“Fair enough,” you replied.

Your eyes roamed his face this time, falling to his lips. You found yourself tilting up your chin when his face began bowing toward yours.

You felt his warm breath on your cheek, his hands grasping your arms, your hands gently resting against his sternum. By now, your heart was tripping up, double timing. And yet, you felt at ease as your eyes closed.

Only to be startled out of your wits when a dog yapped by your feet.

Even Dean jolted. His grip on your arms tightened on reflex. Both of you turned with wide eyes at the little Pomeranian that yanked at its leash. The woman holding it pulled her dog back.

“Sorry!” she called as she passed by. And she was still wrangling with the dog as she made her way down the sidewalk.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. You read the thought across Dean’s frowning face. Though you felt the same way, you still smiled.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek instead.

“Thanks for listening,” you said. “I know that was heavy for a first date. I’m sorry.”

Dean’s eyes were warm when he looked down at you. You seemed to be honest and straightforward, which wasn’t a bad thing. In fact, he liked that a lot. In his experience, it wasn’t something he encountered very often with women.

Or maybe just with the women you’ve gone after, he thought.

“Nah, don’t apologize…but I’m sorry for your loss. I really am,” he said, thumbing at your cheek.

You could see that he meant it too. ���Thank you.”

You ducked your head, fighting embarrassment. Not that he'd given to reason to feel embarrassed or ashamed, but you still couldn't believe he'd cracked you open like a book, without even trying. Andréa was sure to tease the hell out of you for that one.

You glanced back up and managed to spy something past Dean's shoulder. You smiled and took his hand. 

“Oh look! There’s a bookstore open,” you said, and led him farther down the path.

Dean later followed you, once again with his hands in his pockets as you browsed through each aisle. He should’ve known you were a reader. But you were cute, he thought, as your fingers brushed across certain spines of books while you scanned their titles and covers.

You glanced over at him. “I’m sorry. This must be really boring for you right now. I’ll come back another time—”

“No, no. I’m along for the ride,” Dean said with a smirk. It earned another amused look from you.

“Well, buckle up then,” you teased. You led him down to the Mystery section—murder mysteries being your favorite, you told him. He raised a brow at that.

“What? Were you expecting romance novels with telenovela-style covers?” you asked. And you draped yourself across the bookshelf, holding the back of your hand up to your forehead, like you were about to “faint.”

Dean shook his head at you, but his eyes were dancing again.

“Nah, give me a juicy mystery,” you said, as you continued to browse. “Clues, evidence, surprise twists, villain reveals…”

“Well, I’ll say that real life Magnum P.I. ain’t all that fun,” Dean remarked. That made you raise your head from the book you were inspecting and look over at him.

“Hmm, that sounds like personal experience,” you said.

He hesitated, but he eventually nodded. “Yeah. My dad’s a cop. A detective, actually, in homicide. Real Law & Order, you could say.”

Your eyes grew comically wide, and Dean had to laugh.

“Now that is interesting,” you said. “How long has he been a cop?”

“Heh. My whole life,” Dean replied. There was something behind his eyes that you didn’t miss.

“Hmm, something tells me being a cop's kid isn't all it’s cracked up to be,” you said. "Bet you couldn't get away with anything, huh?"

He smirked. "Not a damn thing. I coulda sworn my dad had cameras planted all over the house."

But no, his dad was just that good at reading him and Sam. Granted, it wasn't often that they tried to pull one over on the old man, but their teenage years had been...interesting.

You laughed lightly while you continued to browse.

“Your dad was tough growing up?” you asked. Dean considered you, and your question with a tilt of his head.

“My dad’s a good guy,” he said. “The best at his job. And he’s the toughest son of a bitch I know.”

You knew then that there was a story there, or maybe several, but you didn’t want to push it. Dean seemed to be at the edge of what he was willing to get into on the subject.

So you just nodded and chose a couple of books, which you insisted on paying for yourself. Unlike a meal or dessert, he hadn’t participated in this part, you reasoned.

“That’s not how that works,” Dean said, but he begrudgingly let you pay for your own books. You carried the bag out of the store with a satisfied smile on your face.

Dean shook his head with a smile of his own. Though he did take your free hand in his on the way back to the car.

Dean meant to take you back to your house…but maybe you weren’t quite ready for the night to end just yet. He was driving his sleek tank of a car down the main road when you got an idea. 

“Oh, we’re going to drive over the river,” you remembered. “There’s this little spot right before it where you can pull over and park, see the skyline… Have you seen it?”

Dean glanced over at you with a gleam in his eye. “I have. It’s definitely a sight to see.”

“I haven’t seen it in a while,” you said.

A smile curved his lips. “Well, that’s a damn shame. Let’s fix that.”

The Impala soon pulled into a clearing off the side of the road, just before the Kansas River. True to your memory, there was a beautiful view of the city skyline. The half-moon above sprinkled light across the water. The waves were otherwise black and choppy.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen it at night,” Dean said. You turned to him and smiled.

“Thanks for tonight. I had a really good time,” you said.

He raised his brows at you. “We’re not done yet. You’re the one who wanted to sightsee.”

You chuckled and nodded in agreement. You were feeling a bit warm with the heating vents on you, so you unclipped your seatbelt and shrugged off Dean’s coat. You folded it up nicely and draped it across your lap.

You didn’t notice it, but Dean’s gaze drifted over to you when you bared your shoulders again, revealing smooth skin and the tantalizing neckline of your dress. Even in the dim lighting, the vibrant green caught his eye. 

But it wasn’t until the car stopped rumbling so much that you noticed the radio playing hard rock in the background. It sounded like a lot of screaming and guitars to you.

“What the hell are we listening to?” you said.

“Hmm, not an Van Halen fan?” Dean replied, giving you a chiding eye. “Aw, I don’t know if I can trust you if you can’t appreciate Sammy Hagar.”

“Oh no,” you said with a laugh. “He likes mullet rock.”

“Yes, he does,” Dean grinned. “The bigger, crazier hair the better.”

You rolled your eyes. “All right, Hendrix. Mind if we change the station?”

You hand reached for the radio knob, but Dean’s hand batted yours away.

“Ey, ey!” he said, though a smile raised the corners of his lips. “Driver picks the music.”

 You full on laughed then.

“Okay, but can we please listen to something less grating?” you asked.

Dean snorted. “All right, your highness. Let me see what I’ve got…”

You watched him curiously as he reached over on his side and pulled out a few ancient relics.

“Oh my God. You still listen to cassettes?” you asked in disbelief. Dean shot you another grin as he sorted through a handful of them. He considered you for a moment, debating his decision.

He chose a cassette and popped it in. Soon, the rhythmic melody of a guitar filtered through the speakers. You tilted your head.

“The Eagles?” you guessed. The song was familiar…

“All alone at the end of the evening, and the bright lights have faded to blue,” crooned from the speakers. “I was thinking 'bout a woman who might have loved me. I never knew…”

“Wow, all right,” Dean said, grinning. “Guess I haven’t lost you to the Bieber pop masses just yet.”

You gave him an amused look.

“My grandfather is an Eagles fan,” you smirked back. Though you patted the Impala’s dashboard. “But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you’ve got an old soul.”

“I prefer the term ‘vintage,’” Dean quipped. He noted the way you seemed to be admiring his car. “My dad played this stuff all the time when Sam and I were kids…I guess the car’s another thing he passed down to me.”

You looked over at him then. “Yeah? He give it to you as a graduation gift or something?”

He inclined his head, brushing a hand through his hair.

“Sort of,” he said. You smiled then, shifting towards him in your seat.

“Ooh, that sounds like a story.”

He acknowledged that with a nod, though he hesitated. “You really wanna hear it?”

You rested an elbow on the armrest between his chair and yours, chin in hand, staring up at him encouragingly. Your brows raised in a “go ahead” gesture.

With an amused sigh, Dean nodded.

“Believe it or not, after I graduated high school, I wasn’t sold on the whole college thing.” His lips twisted wryly. “That was more Sam’s beat. So my dad thought it’d be good if I followed in his.”

Your eyes widened. “You were going to be a police officer?”

Dean smiled. “Well, I got into the Academy.”

That was where he met Cas, all those years ago. First, they were sort of silently competing on their scores, each wanting to be the best in the class. For Dean, it was because John Winchester had been the best. To this day, he still held some of the top scores in the region.

Meanwhile, Cas had come from a strict, religious family that drove him to succeed in whatever he put his mind to. Cas hadn’t liked Dean’s casual, joking, surface-level arrogance, thinking he wasn’t taking it seriously.

Dean had thought the guy had a serious pole stuck up his ass.

“I was about halfway through, but I just…my heart wasn’t in it,” Dean said. “Cas could see it. He asked me why the hell I was working so hard if I didn’t really want this.”

“To beat me?” Cas had asked. “To level your dad’s scores? To prove you can be him? Frankly, that sounds idiotic. Not to mention, utterly pathetic.”

Dean hadn’t wanted to face it at first, but he’d known then that his archenemy was right.

“You know…up until then, I don’t think I’d ever considered what the hell it was I wanted,” he admitted. His fingers drummed on the Impala’s steering wheel.

He knew you were listening. Just listening, like you were taking in his every word. He didn’t know why, but your quiet attention made him keep trying to fill the silence.

“So I quit,” he said. “Didn’t tell my dad…but Sam was the one who put the Fire Academy paperwork on my desk. Once I worked up the nerve, I took the firefighter test on the sly.”

“Was your dad mad?” you asked.

Dean chuckled. “At first.”

It had also been the first time he felt like he’d truly impressed his father. Namely, by not doing what John expected of him. That was more Sam’s territory.

“But after I made it through the Fire Academy, he gave me Baby,” said Dean.

He laid a fond hand on the steering wheel. It hadn't been the first time John said he was proud of Dean, but that day was still a good one, etched into Dean's memories. Sometimes it blocked out the darker ones.

“Baby?” you asked in bemusement. 

He blinked, looking over at you with a quirk of his lips.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, and swiped a hand over his mouth.

That, and the way his gaze dropped a bit, you thought he seemed a bit embarrassed. Not by his old-ass taste in music, but by the fact that he’d named his car.

What a giant dork, you thought, as your smile grew.

Leveraging a hand on the armrest, you leaned over and kissed his cheek for the second time tonight. This time you lingered a moment, leaving the mark of your lipstick behind. 

“It’s a good name,” you said.

Dean smiled back at you. Right about then, that was about the best thing you could’ve said.

He raised a hand to your cheek, brushing the back of his hand along your jaw. He settled on gently taking your chin between his fingers, before he leaned in and finally kissed you.

It started out slow as his lips moved against yours with purpose. Your eyes closed at the feel of him. Each new touch drew you in further, making your head swim with warmth, and your heart begin to race.

You unconsciously reached out and grasped the collar of his shirt. His hand moved to cradle your cheek and guide your head to the side, so he could deepen the kiss. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and his tongue soon swept across to sooth it. You couldn't help the small, pleasant shudder that ran through you.   

You weren’t sure who stopped first, but when your eyes eventually opened again, it was to those talented lips curving into a smile. 

“Not gonna lie, I’ve been trying to do that all night,” he said, chuckling a bit.

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up into your throat and managed to escape. “I know.”

You leaned against him, with your hand still curled in his shirt. Your eyes briefly lowered.

At the delightfully hair-raising feeling of his thumb brushing back and forth against your cheek, you glanced back up at him. Your smile became more flirtatious, yet still with a bit of nervous energy.

“Want to reenact the moment?” you asked.

Dean grinned and pulled you in again, flush against him this time. All while his music continued to play. You recognized another one from your grandpa’s collection. This time, you didn’t mind. 

This man might’ve been vintage in his tastes, but his touch made you feel brand new.

“What would you say…about doing this again sometime?” Dean asked.

That is, between feverish kisses on your front porch. You’d been trying to say goodnight for a few minutes now, but every time you tried, the two of you kept getting pulled back into the feel of one another.

He held you close against him, his hands molded to the curve up your hip and pressing into your lower back. Your fingers were alternatively tangling and soothing into his hair. You clung to his shoulders as his lips and tongue continued to rob you of your breath, as well as your good sense.

You were making out with this man under the porch light like you were a teenager afraid of getting caught by your grandfather. (He was probably asleep by now anyway.)

And you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been kissed like this, touched like this. The evening chill spread goosebumps across your arms, but your insides were warm and champagne-bubbly. All the while, his lips made slow, sensuous movements against yours. 

When you caught a moment to pull away, just to take in a few needed breaths, your eyes flicked up to his.

“I’d say make an appointment,” you teased. “I’m a busy woman.”

You tapped his chin with a finger, making him smile.

“Oh, yeah? Can you pencil me in…say, tomorrow at 7:00?” he asked.

“Tomorrow.” You raised a brow. “Anxious, are we?”

His smile faltered, just a little. “Too soon?”

“…No,” you admitted. If you were honest, you wanted to see him too. “7:00 is good.”

Dean was about to reply when the porch lights flickered overhead. Your brows furrowing, you turned and spotted your grandfather in the window by the front door. You didn't like the look of his smile, hinting with mischief.

“Oh my God,” you muttered.

“Did I make you miss curfew or something?” Dean joked.

Embarrassment began to heat up your face in record time. You groaned and shook your head as you turned in his arms.

“My grandfather, ladies and gentlemen.” Your lips quirked. “And his incurable wit.”

Dean’s hands fell away from you so you could reach for the door, just as you heard it unlocking from the other side. George cracked the door open a few inches and peeked his head out.

“If you wanna put on a show, you should sell tickets,” he quipped, giving you and Dean a raised brow.

“Grandpa, really?”

He laughed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Just kiddin’,” he said. “Hey there. Heard you’re the fireman who saved the cheeky damsel in distress here. How many does that make for ya this week?”

You sighed. And you pleaded with Dean, via your eyes, to be patient here.

“Well, wouldn’t call her a damsel, but she’s certainly the prettiest one so far,” Dean told your grandfather, though he shot you a teasing wink.

You couldn't help a smile. “Yeah, he’s got a caravan of us waiting back at the station.”

Dean chuckled along with George, who then gave him a more appraising look. Dean knew when he was being silently judged. He met the older man’s gaze directly.

“Anyway, sorry for crashing in. Glad to meet you, son. I’m George,” said your grandfather. He stepped out fully to shake Dean’s hand.

Dean took it with a firm, but relaxed grip. He nodded respectfully.

“Good to meet you. I’m Dean.”

“So I’ve heard,” George said, his tone a little enigmatic. “You plannin’ on seeing her again? ‘Cause I think you might be a special one. She had me approve no less than five different outfits before she decided. And I said, ‘Hun, if he’s half a man at all he wouldn’t care if you were dressed in a woolly potato sack and nothin' else—’”

“All right, is that Wheel of Fortune on back there?” you quickly cut in. A wilder blush was taking root down to your neck. You pointed back inside, where you could hear the TV playing. “I think your show’s back on.”

George’s eyes widened like he was catching on to you, reading between your lines. He “apologized” with placating hands.

“Okay, that’s my cue. Though I’ll have you know, it’s Shark Week on the Discovery channel. Wheel of Fortune’s for old people,” he quipped.

Dean smirked. “Hell yeah. Gotta love Shark Week.”

“Right?” George gestured at him as if he’d just found a kindred spirit. “A whole damn week of sharks.”

“Great! Well, sounds like the show’s back from commercial,” you hinted. Actually, you hoped he recorded those episodes. You loved a good nature documentary that made you fear the beach for another six months.

“All right, I got it.” Grinning to himself, George gave Dean one last tip of his imaginary hat. “G’night, you two.”

“Good night,” you and Dean replied, though yours was distinctly tighter, while he was more amused. He glanced down at you after the door clicked shut.

You bit your lip, meeting his eyes. “Sorry. No matter how old I get, that’s still his way of being protective.”

“As he should,” Dean said, chuckling a little. He bucked a gentle fist under your chin. “You’re like a daughter to him, right?”

Your lingering embarrassment began to even out into a smile.

“Yeah, basically.”

“With a sharp shooter like you, I’ll bet he doesn’t have a lot of chances to look out for you,” he remarked.

You inclined your head at that.

“Maybe,” you replied. You reached out to straighten the lines of his jacket. You’d managed to wrinkle him a bit since hanging out in his car by the river earlier.

“So…you said something about 7:00 tomorrow?” you asked tentatively.  

Dean grinned. But it soon faded as reality seemed to interject. “Ah…you know what, let’s do 7:30.”

His hands found your waist, but they soon slid around to hold you securely in his arms. It made a heady feeling rush through you, down to the tips of your fingers. You soothed through the mess you made of his hair and rested your hands on his arms afterwards.

“Are you sure?” you asked. Dean thought about it for a moment.

“Let’s do 8:00, just to be safe. I get off work at 6:30,” he said. He wanted to give plenty of wiggle room, just in case something cropped up.

You agreed, even though this aspect of things had the potential to make you anxious. You knew his job was unpredictable at times, but you were a planner, organized and detail oriented. And you did not like the unknown. Hence your mildly anal tendency to make checklists.

Dean could see the wheels turning in your head though.

“Don’t worry. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said. When he gave his word, he fully intended to keep it.

So he kissed away the reservations he saw in your eyes. 

Despite the pure magic that had been last night, today, you had a suspicious feeling.

It was 8:30 in the evening, and Dean still wasn’t knocking at your door. He hadn’t responded to your text either.

You were ready for dinner. This time in a black dress, nice, short, and enticing, as your grandma had long ago impressed on you: every woman should have a little black dress.

At 9:00, you gave into your instincts and tried to call him. It rang for a while, but ultimately went to voicemail. You sat on the living room couch with a glass of wine in one hand, your cell in the other, and you frowned.

You still hadn’t moved the vase of tulips from the coffee table, and you noticed them again. They were starting to open up nicely. 

Grandpa George glanced over at you from his favorite chair, watching your mood begin to sour with both annoyance and worry.

“He’s probably just caught up on a call,” he said, and raised a teasing brow. “Maybe saving another girl from a crapped out elevator.”

You shot him a droll look. “Thanks. But yeah, he probably just got held up at work…not standing me up at all.”

Logically, you knew it was probably the first option, but the less secure part of yourself wondered.

George relented when he saw how pensive you looked, with a tinge of impatience.

“You must really like this guy,” he said.

You looked over at him with a soft frown, but you didn’t answer. It told your grandfather everything he needed to know. Even with the protective walls you tended to put up whenever you were anxious, he knew you better than anyone.

“It may not be what you think. Just relax,” he said. “He’ll call eventually. And when he does, let him actually talk.”

You huffed. But your lips formed a smile as you nodded in agreement. 

Whatever was holding Dean up, you just hoped he was safe.

However, by 10:00 p.m., you were both worried and irritated. You changed out of your dress, but you kept your makeup on in one last ditch effort of hope.

You laid in bed and watched Friends reruns. Even though you knew every joke, it usually still managed to make you laugh.

Not this time, unfortunately.

But, Dean finally called around 10:30. You let it ring a few times before you answered your cell.

“Yes, Lieutenant?” you greeted flatly.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said. His tone was already full of remorse, but you couldn’t help it. You were feeling petty.

“I don’t think you get to ‘sweetheart’ me tonight,” you said.

“Look, uh…I’m sorry I’m not there,” said Dean. “I really am. I wasn’t trying to do this to you.”

…Damn it, you actually believed him. You heard the sincerity in his voice, along with how tired he seemed to be. And that was before he even got to the explanation.

“There was a five-car pileup on the road, and someone got T-boned on either side,” he said. “It took us basically all night to clear it up and get the injured out of there. Was a big mess. I just left the station a few minutes ago.” 

Your irritation soon fizzled into shame. You should’ve known.

“That’s…a really good reason,” you said.

“Just let me shower and I’ll come right out to you.”

You sighed. “It’s okay, Dean. Let’s just try for another time. You must be tired…”

It was his turn to sigh.  

“I know it ain’t okay,” he said eventually. “I can hear you clear as day.”

Your lips quirked wryly.

“How can I complain, Dean? You were literally saving people.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re all dolled up, and I’m not gonna get to see it,” he said. A bit of his usual charm and good humor crept into his voice. It made you smile.

“And I really put some effort into this smokey eye,” you quipped. You also curled a strand of styled hair around your finger absently.

“I’m gonna pretend I know what that means, but it sounds sexy as hell,” he replied.

Your smile deepened. “Okay, what about Tuesday night?”

“Hmm…sorry, that day’s no good. I’ve got a 24-hour shift Tuesday to Wednesday,” he said. “What about Thursday night?”

“Ah…I’ve got an appointment after work,” you said.

Really it was George’s doctor’s appointment, but you wanted to go with him this time to make sure the doctor was doing his best to diagnose George’s persistent cough.

He’d also been more tired lately, you’d noticed, even after a full night’s sleep. He was blaming it on old age, but you knew your grandfather. You knew when he was downplaying to avoid the doctor, or to avoid worrying you.

“Friday?” you posed.

“I’ve got another long shift,” Dean said.

Damn it. It seemed like his schedule and yours wasn’t very compatible. You were starting to get discouraged…

“Oh, wait,” Dean said, his tone perking up. “I forgot. I’ve got this Monday off, during the day…why don’t I take you out to lunch?”

“Lunch?” You considered it with a frown. “It can be hard for me to leave my desk. I have to take a lot of calls.”

Most days you worked straight through your lunch hour. But Dean’s reply was smooth.

“That’s all right,” he said. “How about I bring takeout? Office picnic.”

Slowly, you smiled.

“Okay. I’ll see you on Monday then,” you agreed.

“Yes, you will,” Dean said. His tone was firm. “You can count on it.”

AN: Okay! How did you like part 2 of their first date? (And Dean meeting George for the first time lol.)

Hopefully round two of their second date will go better. Though Dean finally meets the infamous boss...

Next Time:

“Hey, what’s your progress on the Greenway account…oh,” said Nick, pausing where he stood.

He took note of Dean in the room and straightened his posture. His expression changed from its lazy gait, to a more tightened one. You swore you could spot a tinge of annoyance as well, like he was surprised that he hadn’t caught you alone in your office.

“I see I’m interrupting,” he said.

Holding in a sigh, you looked over at Dean and found him similarly assessing Nick.

“This is Dean. You might remember him from last week, when the elevator broke down. He’s one of the firefighters who got me out,” you said.

Your hand fell on your companion's arm. “Dean, this is—”

“Her boss,” Nick said. He seemed to lighten up and give Dean a smile, reaching over to shake the man’s hand. Dean obliged him.

“So I’ve heard,” he said.

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[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

First of all, I was so nervous I sent that last message without flipping the anon switch because I didn't double check like usual. Lol. It's only a matter of time so hopefully you figure it out before then. 😉

Also, I could not get through this entire post without dying of laughter. I was laughing so hard I was crying last night. It took me 10+ minutes to get a hold of myself. I'm over here having the time of my life and you're going crazy trying to figure it out. I'm sorry I'm laughing but it's just so much fun for me. 😂

Aw Gina, I love you too!!! I'm glad to be back too. I'll try to be more consistent. 😊

Welp, at least now you know I'm not from the UK if I don't know the difference between pounds and euros. Haha. But I Googled it and omg 120 pounds is even more than 120 euros! Geez!

Oh gosh no, I'm alright. No need to be nervous. I just catch a lot of colds because I spend a lot of time in the cold and as we've established, I only kind of take care of myself. Haha.

That draft is everything! I'm gone for two days and you're ready to send out a search party for me. 😅 I wish I'd waited so I could see that post. 🤣🤣🤣 I say post it anyway just so I can see. Maybe you can get the entire Harry Potter side of Tumblr searching for me. (I'm kidding! 😅)

Omg I'm just glad that at least last night it wasn't me that kept you up until 7am but instead it was Tiktok. I'm only responsible for the hour between 4 and 5am. So that's something at least. 😅

because no, I don't want to talk about me, I am ready to find out who you are!

I think we might have to come up with a rule here. I think when you ask a series of questions at the end (like in your last message) I get to pick one identity question from the group but you also have to include a getting to know you question that we both answer (like favorite color or favorite movie or something). 😊

Here are my highlights from your lists:

The Shadowhunters thing actually could be a useful clue if you know where to look or who to ask. So I'm glad you remember that. 😉

Personal Edition:

Ok the first three made me smile so much. You're the best. 😊

4. 6 days ago you wrote; the new semester has started

Dang Gina! You're really out here making a timeline of all our interactions aren't you? 🤣🤣🤣

5. You are hoping you'll be able to read and interact a little more.

Once again, this actually could be a clue if you know where to look.

7. You only kind of take care of yourself; Let me get my slipper 😅

No slippers needed today. After this I'm gonna have brunch and I promise to drink a full glass of something with my meal. (I hate water but it'll be something)

9. You are doing a research project on landing mechanics in a specific sport; This is where I thought I knew who you were. Then you destroyed it by saying; You are majoring in science and you like testing and analyzation 🙈

I'm super interested in who you thought I was with this one. I am curious to know how the second portion destroyed that, because research and analyzation go together, do they not? I'm confused.

18. We talked a few times in different places; How is that a clue?! 😂

That's literally the most important clue I've given you! It means you might have to look outside of our asks to find answers to my clues! I actually thought I gave myself away the other day, and I was absolutely dying of laughter watching you respond and realizing you hadn't noticed.

Conclusions:

You are actually correct on all three of those! You do follow me, I am over 18, and I am from the US!

It sounds like the science thing is what's tripping you up the most, so I will clarify (kind of) "I'm majoring in a science"

Of those clues you asked for, many of them will give me away! So instead I will technically answer one but make it extra vague; There are 3 names people on Tumblr call me, and in alphabetical order the letters they start with are E, I, and M.

Yes, I much prefer these vague clues... 😄 But to be honest, I threw in a couple good ones this time so hopefully you've made a little progress and have some ideas of where to look next. I also honestly think I gave myself away today, so I am anxiously awaiting your response. 😬

(I wish I could put a read more in asks, this has gotten super long so apologies to your followers. Although by the looks of the likes on some of our messages it looks like some people are enjoying this as much as I am 😅) -⭐

Shoot, I wish you forgot to switch the anon xD

Actually, it is hilarious, so I completely understand xD I’m feeling like Sherlock Holmes but a dumber, less useful version. Like a faulty Sherlock Holmes xD

Rest under the cut :D

I don’t want you to feel like you have to message me or it’s like an obligation so if you have no time and you are too busy, then just take your time, I completely get it, we are not rushing anywhere. <3

Hahaha you would love it if everyone searched for you :D The anonymous Tumblr celebrity xD I might post it regardless, but I don’t want to get attacked about trying to expose my anon’s identity. I have seen posts where people went off on accounts saying they shouldn’t try knowing their anon’s identity as they chose to be on anon for a reason. I don’t really want to have to explain myself to everyone and coming off stalkerish and you are the only one who knows the whole story and a couple of my followers xD I will have to think this through, until then it sits in my drafts. :D

Okay, pink and black are my favourite colours and I don’t have a favourite movie. Now that it’s out of the way, back to you xD

You see, you said you spend a lot of time in the cold! Once again this makes me think of the same person I initially thought of. When you referred to Shadowhunters, again it’s the same person I am thinking of, but there is also another person in my mind so now I have two options.

Research and analysis go together, but again the person I thought of said something about studying sport stuff, exercise science thingy, that’s why it threw me off. That’s why I changed my mind and decided you are not that person. But now that you say A science it makes me think of that person again, but on the other hand I don’t know what the other protentional person studies. God, you are killing me!

You say we have talked the other day. There was only 4 people I have talked to outside of my asks recently and one of them was the same person I thought of from the beginning, but also my second option was between those 4 people too.

Both of my options are 18+, I follow them, and they are from the US. You see, both of my options have at least one of those letters, but now I’m off to confusion land again, because you said they call you 3 names. Who on earth uses 3 names? xD

5. You are hoping you'll be able to read and interact a little more. - Once again, this actually could be a clue if you know where to look.

This did not help at all xD I think what you consider clue is not a clue for me and what I consider a clue is not a clue for you xD This is getting twisted at this stage xD I honestly think we are both in the same Discord server, I am quite sure at this point.

The fact that you think you gave yourself away makes me feel utterly useless. I am trying to think of all the people I have talked to recently and all of them has I, E and M in their name or their name starts with those letters, but only one of them talked to me about cold and science. Whether I am missing something very obvious or I know who you are, and I am simply questioning myself at this point.

Let me ask you one question, which would help me find the right answer. Have you got any injuries and if yes, what’s that? :D

I feel like I’m close, but at the same time I keep questioning it <3

[starchild--27]

Hello again! I can definitely understand being in the post military feels. I think I've gotten emotional over every departure and return so far. Like sometimes you don't even realize how much you missed them until they return. I have to say the way you describe Chanyeol was lovely.

In answer to some of your questions, I'll answer some but if I feel that it might reveal or at the least narrow down the possibilities, then I'll save those answers til the end if you're still interested in hearing them. There's not much I can think of to tell you about myself. Um I like to read, write and create edits and moodboards. I work probably more than I should so I don't have a ton of free time, but what time I do have is spent either online talking to friends and doing the above mentioned or in the kitchen. I like to cook and explore flavours and recipes. I'd love to travel the world and learn new techniques and dishes but sadly I'm stuck with YouTube.

You said you like to read and watch things are there any particular that stand out to you that you'd recommend? Don't feel limited to hard copy books it could be fic too if you'd like.

Speaking of fic....what sort of gift were you thinking of....I'm capable of, well, what I mentioned earlier lol, I'm not sure if I'll have time for fic writing, but if you'd care to share some ideas for your gift maybe a few wants in each category you're interested in?

(Ps. Ramble away and talk my ear off I do not mind at all. Make these as long or short as you want!)

Hey there, sorry for keeping you waiting with my response. 🙊 I hope you've been well.

And yes, with every enlistment i've been frequently hit with waves of missing each of them a lot. But I'm getting all excited thinking about how we are more than halfway through already - Baekhyun's coming back soon (gosh i miss him-) and then it's only Sehun and Jongin which will sting but after them they are all done. That's such a good thought ^-^

Hehe, I'll surely come back to those questions later, I enjoy reading other people's takes on their biases and all that a lot ^^

Ohh, cooking and traveling - how fun~ I love travelling a lot too! Are there any places/countries you want to visit especially? And for cooking, are there any dishes you enjoy making and/or eating most? And which would you love to try but didn't have the chance to yet? I'm not big on cooking because I'm too lazy and rarely take myself time for it ^^' but I am fond of baking every now and then, hehe, at least i watch baking asmr videos on youtube every now and then and try out some things I've seen every now and then xD

Man, I'm really bad at picking favourites because I really love so many books/movies/etc and each in a unique way, so it's hard to choose.

My favourite fanfic tho is probably On the Booze with Brahms (it's a chanbaek fic, in case you are not into ships) - it unites so many of my favourite tropes *^* But I also love the works of @marshmallow-phd and @guardians-of-exo on here - both are such talented writers and did fic series i enjoyed reading very much.

My recent favourites for books are The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon, This Is How You Lose The Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone & The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (which i both read last year but i am still so impacted by them), I'll Give You The Sun by Jandy Nelson (which i read two or three years ago but is one of the most heart-wrenching stories), all the Grishaverse books by Leigh Bardugo and the books from the Wayfarers series by Becky Chambers.

All time favourite (and recommended) movies are Le Fabuleux Destin D'Amelie Poulain (2001), Donnie Darko (2001) Everything, Everywhere, All At Once (2022) but I also love the usual fantasy/sci-fi stuff like The Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Harry Potter (fuck JKR tho) and so on.

For series I love Gilmore Girls a lot, I loved The Queen's Gambit too and Anne with an E and recently also Stranger Things (jumped on the hype train after season 4 was out xD). I also sometimes watch K-Dramas, I haven't seen that many tho because they not always pique my interest but the last two I watched got me pretty invested, My Liberation Notes (2022) and Rain or Shine (2017) and I am also watching Bad Prosecutor now, which is the first of the dramas starring Kyungsoo for me and I am really enjoying it so far!!

Ok that was a lot ^^'

For my gift I really don't have a preference, I know that especially writing something demands time so please don't feel obligated at all to do that, if you don't get around to it. Ideas for stuff I'd enjoy would include basically anything with music xD I am a sucker for everything from making mixtapes/playlists for each other (with whatever sentiment btw it doesn't have to be romantic) to making music together, songwriting together, that kind of stuff. But I am also absolutely infatuated with Baby-Zzar (who isn't even a real baby anymore but she'll always be for me xD) and Toben the little rascal too, so any pet parent themed things would absolutely make me squeal as well. (I hope you can work with that answer a little, I tried not to be too "Idc I'll be happy with whatever ^^" which is totally true but probably wouldn't help you at all with coming up with a gift idea)

Anyway, that much from me, I already wrote so much again xD

Have a good time, dear secret santa ♡

[shychick-52]

I would love to have the significance of Gyro purring- and Fenton's shock the first time he heard it from him in their relationship, since he knows about his trauma and trust issues, and how honored and happy it would make him feel- explored/reflected on more in a fenro story (well, by anyone, but especially by you XD)!

Ah, right, it was Shelly who brought up the excited clucking scenario in a post! So, you'd already thought of that *before* they posted about it? XD (It was the first time the concept was introduced to me- hbu, have you ever seen anyone talk about it before?- and I thought it was such a fun idea and have wanted to see it explored further in stories!) Oh, that's fun! Would you ever write about that in a DT fic too? Fenton would find that so adorable, but- like the purring- wouldn't say anything to Gyro because it would make him very self-conscious!

RIGHT, because she's the only other chicken Fenton would personally know! XD

So, where did you come up with the idea for chickens wagging their tails if they're happy? You (and other people in their own stories and art) have done that with Fenton, but I've only seen that in one or two drawings with Gyro (I *think* it was by Cherry, but I can't even remember the ship). Also, do you know if that's RL chicken behavior (if so, when did you learn about it?)? Come to think of it, is it even real duck behavior (I *think* I heard somewhere that it is, but I can't quite remember)?

Oh, I think you missed this question: Do you think NFenton *and* Fenton (Fenton in both this au and all your regular stuff) would find it neat that both chickens and ducks share the tail-wagging behavior? That's another thing I don't think he'd bring up to Gyro- at least, not if he already did a first time and it embarrassed him! XD

So, NFenton was just in these other relationships for the quick sex? He wasn't looking for an actual meaningful long-term relationship (not shaming or judging, just clarifying)? Then why did he feel lonely, like you implied in your tags? Did I misunderstand? (Also, so NFenton isn't demi-sexual like you hc Fenton is?)

AH, OK! That makes sense about their relationship... and yeeeah, that definitely makes sense considering you already talked about Mads' trust issues in your tags; I should have realized that before asking! XD Sorry if you've already talked about or mentioned all that somewhere before, my memory fucking *sucks* and your lore about this au has grown so much that it's easy to forget some details. XD

Right, the execution was postponed indefinitely- that's what I meant! XD

no thoughts, head empty, only NFenton going to Blue for chicken behavior questions about Mads.

NFenton: So tail wagging means he's happy?

Blue, tired of this but patient: Most of the time, yes.

NFenton: And the random clucks while he's talking means...?

Blue: He's excited about the thing he's talking about.

NFenton: Speaking of clucking, he's started doing something like it a lot when we're alone? What does that mean?

Blue: That's called trilling or purring, it means he loves and trusts you.

NFenton, realizing the implications of that and definitely not about to tear up: 🥺🥺🥺 oh.

[australet789]

Talk to me about Uncharted. You've seen all of them now. How do you like the series as a whole? What was your favorite scene?

Oh man where to start

First of all i want to say, over and over again, how amazing the games are. I was totally speechless at the end of it. I’m literally in love with it. I was having a bad time these days (that’s why i was inactive for a while) and watching the playthrough…idk i felt really happy and full while watching it. Not only because of the commentary of the guy who was playing it but the whole story…it was just so good. It has been so long since i feel that way. But im digressing

World speaking the game developed really well. Loved all the character development Nathan went through. I totally grew fond of him and his attempts to do the right thing. He was really not a bad man, he loves a lot and cares a lot about the people around him. I totally get him. He wanted so much to be better that what people expected from him. He wanted to be a better thief. A better son. A better husband. A better brother. A better version of himself. 

I wont be tired of Uncharted 3 and how there he improved so much. I totally hated Talbot (sorry to the Talbot fans) when he drugged Nathan and made him runaway from Sully and Elena. You can see there a fragile man. He was so scared that he could hurt them he just fled. That reaction was so…visceral. He was totally terrified. That scene was so well done (tbh i really want to play that part so i can feel the heaviness of it tho). 

I’m not sure if the spanish dub changes the sound of teh english one but there’s a part while he is jumping over the boat where his usual groans when he jumps are not groans. Again he is scared. I totally appreciated that because he had been through a lot of stuff and this man is totally tired.

And then the scene with Elena. That freaking scene. 

I.LOVED. THAT.  The soundtrack there…the piano was so sad there i was…man i just….

I’m not gonna deny that i was confused at first of why Elena was so serious at the end of Nathan’s apologize but then I read in the wiki about the ring and that they were already married but because of Nathan they were separated…she just came back again…knowing that this man was only going to hurt himself again…and he came back to her…and the whole apologize gained a bigger meaning because Nathan was not only apologizing for his mistakes in Yemen and losing Sully and bringing Elena into it but…for everything. He realized how wrong he was, how much he was hurting them. That vulnerabilty in that scene…i dig it. I totally dig it and yes it’s my favorite moment in all the games.

My second favorite scene is the eclipse one. Man, holy mother of everything above. The way that happened…how Sully died…it was so cold…and when it was revealed it was just Nathan’s hallucination…one of his biggest fears being that…and the way you had to get though it. Again you are seeing a man scared of himself, that his bigger fear is hurting the one who loved him the most since he was a little kid. The father he never had.

What i like from Uncharted 3 is how the releationship were portrayed. Specially with Sully. He is one of my favorite characters too.

(i really can still talking about Uncharted 3 but i need to go to the 4 xD)

omg Uncharted 4 was beautiful

Altho i was a little shocked at the beggining cause the 3d models were a little different, specially for Elena. But i got used to it.

The whole prision thing with Sam and Rafe was really good. Altho i felt sorry for Vargas. tbh i disliked Rafe since that moment (sorry Rafe fans). Showing Sam’s “dead” there too was a really good move cause that added another layer to Nathan’s character and how broken he was (this poor man. he didnt deserve allt he shit he went through)

I totally appreciate Nathan and his efforts to doing, again, the things right? Him denying to do the Malasia job because it was illegal? He grew up so much then? 

I laughed my ass off at the Crash Bandicoot thingy lmao

Then Sam’s returning. And Nathan almost having a heart attack lol. Sigh, but i totally knew he was going to lie to Elena about it. I mean i get why he did it. Doesnt mean I agree with it. I totally was in Sully’s side (Sully is such a good father he loves Nathan and Elena so much?)

I liked knowing more about Nadine. She really wasnt a bad woman she just needed the founds. Bad she trusted the wrong man.

And she was totally right about Rafe wanting to do it just because of Nathan. I mean, he could have easily waited to the auction and then liberating Sam to have the information to get to Libertalia. There was no need to liberate Sam before except that he wanted Nathan to know about it.He wanted Nathan to know that Avery’s cross was there and that he could do nothing about it. But he subestimated Nathan and Sam.

And when Elena knew the whole truth. Man, poor Nathan he was a dead man. Even Sam not knowing Elena knew that his brother was going to be a dead man lol.

Nathan later’s conversation with his brother in Libertalia again showed how much he really wanted to do the right thing. He still loved to go treasure hunting but he wanted to do it the right way. But Sam didnt completly understood it. 

Oh man and when Rafe revealed Nathan the truth about Sam. Again, you can see a broken man right there. He really didnt deserve all that shit. Thank God Elena found him (bless that woman) because Nathan would have never got out of it. I liked how they make out about everything. How Elena noticed how much Nathan missed all the history stuff. How Nathan apologized even when he wasnt doing (now) nothing wrong. I again appreaciate the efforts of this man to control himself. And how he later rejected Sam’s attempts to go to Avery’s ship. 

The last confrontation with Rafe was good. omg i wanted to puch him when he slapped Nadine. How dare he. I was totally supporting her when she put a gun on his head. Nadine was also a victim of the circumstances. She just needed the money, she was right in not wanting the whole treasure. She really didnt hate the Drakes (i want to rewatch Lost Legacy now because i have more context so some dialogue will make more sense to me lol)

Elena’s gift to Nathan in the end was really sweet. They both missed that life, it wasnt just Nathan. So she understood him. I like how he hesitated in the beggining but then went all for it xD

Ah i would like to say that Cassie’s appearance surprised me but i got spoiled a day before about it xD (I was doing so damn well!)  But that was a good epilogue. They were so happy now i was…so damn nostalgic at the end of the video…they grew up so fast *sobs*

To resume: I love the games fully with all my soul, the character development was amazing, Nathan Drake deserved so much better and all the characters are going to be forever in my heart (except you, Talbot. Go lose yourself in hell)

[taesthetes]

(1/?) Travel anon-hi! Oo, good luck! You'll do great and get to bask in potato-ness again! You've convinced me! I'm gonna try to go on a road trip with some friends soon then! Hopefully sometime this summer c; Ah, besides texting people at night while alone, I do walk with my car keys between my fingers (my car keys come out like a switchblade lol?) so I completely understand late night paranoia. Traveling alone and texting people keeps them updated on my goings (and updates their wishlists x'D)

(2/?) I know, right?? Things are so much cheaper in Korea D: When I was there, I hit up a cafe nearly every half day, haha. Sesame drinks are usually hot, but they taste a lot like asian sesame sweets? Nutty, and sometimes pretty sugary (depending on the place that makes it), but the hot liquid with it is steamed milk :D And yes! Hot Apple Cider! Would you try a Sweet Potato Latte? Those are really good too~ Hot Rice Drinks are a little odd to me, but I have a friend who likes those

(3/?) Oh! Taiyaki! Technically the Japanese name for the fish pastry, but you can have those in Japan too! Some of them are filled with chocolate or custard or matcha custard there :D I know what you mean; whenever I saw an interesting snack, I lined up and chowed down, haha. Good thing walking burns off all those extra calories! I’m guilty of trying a bunch of specialty Haagen Dazs ice cream flavors unique to those countries too X’D You’ll definitely feel the same way once you hit up a dog cafe

(4/?) Do you have any dogs yourself? Or cats? Pets, in general? While it’s not jiggly cheesecake, I did like the molten cheese tarts from Pablo Cheesecake in Japan! The tarts are smaller, so it’s easier to portion per person than one whole cake, haha. Uncle Tetsu is a well-known brand for jiggly cheesecakes, if you see one! And oh, don’t worry, please! You’re not scary or anything! I’m super comfortable talking to you actually. I’m just really - shy? Sort of? Thank you for worrying about it tho!

(5/?) True! I didn’t travel during fall/winter until after I graduated ;D now it’s just my go to time, haha. I’ve never made it to Japan for Sakura season because of that ;u; but it’s really expensive then anyways. Maybe someday~ I’d love to take photos of that! Omg yes, leggings everyday, all day - and definitely like potato versatility! Oo, maybe when you have a day to yourself, you could go to a nearby art museum and set up like those students, yourself? It might not be like the museums in-

(6/?) -your travels, but it’ll still work just the same! Art is beautiful wherever you go :D Yup! Switzerland is the happiest place in the world, haha. Honestly, for the crane machine we played, there was 4 of us teaming up 1 machine and eyeballing which plushies would be the easiest to pick up. I’m pretty sure we were just really absurdly lucky that day (unfortunately for our bystanders)! Sometimes, if you’re very into the crane games and still fail, a nice passerby or staff might take pity on-

(7/?) -you and help you win it. That’s what happened to us sometimes XD Yes! Empty suitcase all the way! I pack the bare essentials, and stuff a suitcase in a suitcase for max space on the way back :D Dango is sooo good, I’m drooling at the memory of it right now. I miss it so much ;u; Oh! I’ve heard of that one! I’ve never been there before, but I do want to try it when I go back this year! A good udon branch I tried had a Naruto for the logo, and it’s a chainstore, so it’s everywhere!

(8/?) Any ramen joint is amaaazingggg. Seriously, I’ve tried a bunch of random ones that I just wandered and found, and they were all so good. Have you ever had omurice before? Or oden? Or thought of trying a traditional Japanese breakfast? Those are all good too! I’m sure you’ll hit up Japan again and manage to do all the things you want to do! Maybe you’ll be in Japan when there’s a festival where you’re at! Japan has a looot of festivals after all ;D

(9/9) Okay, this is really long now, wow. Thank you! The new one seems to be working so far :D I’ll see when I get previews of my pins! I watched Avengers today~ I want to say it was good, but that really depends on your viewpoint, haha. Will you watch it any time soon? The rest of my day was mostly spent cursing traffic and getting hyped over the new bts photos! How about you? You make my day too when you reply me (and so in depth)! Thank you for that :D Good luck with your studies 💖💖

hi, m’love! and thank you!! ahhh i’m so excited to be a potato this weekend :’) there’s also mother’s day though, so i have to wake up a little earlier than usual to buy some pretty flowers and maybe an orchid plant for her present. omg yes!! i hope you have lots of fun on the road trip! it’s honestly quite stress relieving and fun to just drive to wherever and enjoy the company of your friends. and same! i do that with my keys, plus i have pepper spray on my key chain, too. and i suppose having heavy textbooks in your bag helps in this instance because i can swing it around if i need to ahah. my friends are already updating their wishlists, too :’)

oh and! my parents decided to change the vacation dates today, and we’re going to be in asia even longer and i’ll be gone for almost all of august in japan and vietnam, so i can go to the concert?? but i don’t think i will because i already spent a lot of money for my t swift tickets and i’ll probably spend so much in japan and vietnam already haha because for me, i’d have to say plushies and good food > bts

i think inflation is pretty high in asia (with the exception of japan) in comparison to usa, so i’m glad things will be much cheaper! oooh, i hope i can go to a dog cafe every half day in japan aaskdjfas and i’ll have to try a sesame drink then! it sounds delicious. and yes! i’ll try the hot apple cider and sweet potato latte, too!   hot rice drinks sound interesting, so i want to try one, too :D

omg now i’ll definitely have to try every taiyaki filling available in japan. and oh my gosh, i didn’t realize how much walking people do in other countries until i realized i actually lost weight when i went on vacation in europe even though i had super rich foods everyday?? i guess usa food portions need to be downsized and i should start walking everywhere now. oooh, i do that with the lays chip flavors! they have unique flavors in different countries, too, and i always try them. i’ll have to look for the haagen dazs ice cream now. hold up, i need to write all of this in my notes on my phone. i don’t want to miss out on any good drinks and food!!

and i wish i did! i want a dog or cat so badly D: the only pet i ever had were fish. do you have any pets? molten cheese tarts sound like heaven, oh gosh, i need to write down these food places too! and oh good, that’s a relief!! i’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me :’)

ahhh i’ll just have to wait until after i graduate to travel more! i think it’s also cheaper during other seasons besides summer since that’s when students are free to travel, too, so hurray for saving money! omg photos of sakura season would be so beautiful. i hope you get to go during then one day!! i love leggings so much, like my goodness, they’re so comfortable. i wear them to bed and i don’t even have to change before i go to my morning classes the next day. 

there’s actually a museum on campus, but the thing is, a lot of the museums around here are more of modern art feel? like obscure abstract sculptures, minimalism, and a lot of photography. i really adore paintings and the older art styles, like renaissance, surrealism, photorealism, impressionism, etc. of course, all art is beautiful, but it’s more enjoyable for me personally to be drawing inspiration from realistic paintings.

ahah i’ll just ask my parents and sister to spot me while i play the crane machines then. hopefully, i’ll get one! wow, but passerby and staff help you win it? is everyone good at crane machines there?? i need them to teach me their ways, so i can stop losing money haha i’ll have to do that, too! hopefully, the suitcase fees aren’t too high.

sfljkhdafs dango sounds so good right about now. honestly, i saw that restaurant in nct life osaka and i love fishing and i love sushi, so i immediately thought, “i have to go there someday.” and the udon chain had a naruto logo on it? i’ll have to look it up, but i wrote it down in my notes! but now, i’m suddenly craving for ramen omg i’m just imagining it. and no, but i’ve seen so many videos of omurice! it looks really cool :o and is oden sort of like a hot pot? hot pot is always yummy, and my mom makes a vietnamese version of it often. oh gosh, i would love to try a traditional breakfast, but i usually don’t wake up early enough for breakfast ahah. and i hope so!! maybe one day, we can meet in japan :D

that’s good to hear! i’m glad the new manufacturer is working out so far. i don’t think i’ll be watching it soon since i’m pretty busy, but if you want to talk about it, i’m totally fine with that! and god, traffic is the worst D: but yes, the new bts photos are so beautiful aslkfjhalsd and i just went to my classes, did my homework and some studying, and watched tv with my roommates, nothing too exciting sadly. and thank you 💞💞 i hope you had a good day today!! also though, i just realized i don’t know who your bts bias is! who’s your favorite? :D and do you listen to any other kpop groups?

(and i just followed you on instagram!! your art is so beautiful oh my goodness, my eyes feel so blessed, i’m scrolling through all your posts and everything is so pretty i cry)

also, if it’s easier for you to message me on kkt and if you have an account and are comfortable with giving me your user, we can do that, too!!

[soap-stains]

I just remembered. We had a conversation earlier about how Maya is only useful because she can bring Mia in sometimes-

One look at Manfred and she went "mmm. I hate him."

"If he yells 'Objection' again, I'm going to walk out." "... Please don't. You're going to have to walk out, please don't-" "Objection!" ". . ." *walks to the pantry and just sits in there*

She thinks the Caretaker is chill, but I just keep saying "You're not going to like him."

Also, as soon as Polly mentioned DL-6, she went "uh... excuse you?!" She's catching on to why she shouldn't like the 'caretaker' :)

"I'm going to be a famous defense attorney!" "Yeah, you're famous. A famous pain in the ass..."

*cue crying because she has to do Grossberg's voice again*

"Can we like, get a muzzle?" "Duct tape will work." And other shouts at Maya because she needs to shut tf up

Jesus Christ is she actually thinking Miles did it?! I think she thinks Miles actually killed his dad!!!

She just tricked me into telling her the old guy was Yanni Yogi. I can't believe it.

And apparently Polly is the only one she hasn't gotten mad at.

"Miles is the only one with braincells... But there aren't many."

She just went on a long-ass rant about how Phoenix should've cared more about how Maya was hurt before worrying about missing DL-6 stuff... And then Maya's first words waking up were "The letter! Did he take it?"

I may've started screaming about "Where does [Maya] even live???" Between the 27th & 28th days and made her start crying of laughter... But in my defense where does Maya live?? The office??? Or does she have an apartment? Did Phoenix wait for her to wake up after she fell asleep again or just carry her back to the office?? WHAT HAPPENED, CAPCOM???

God she's been dying for Polly to take the stand and it's finally happening. "I don't care if it puts me in 'contempt of court' I want to cross examine the parrot."

I actually started crying when I realized Edgeworth's objection was coming up and she thought Von Karma was the one who was gonna object, but then he didn't... Then Miles objected and I continued crying--

"You wasted, what? Three days of my life on this?" She's- so salty about him confessing- meanwhile I'm still crying because I know what's gonna happen after I'm still so sad how could you do this, Miles Edgeworth--

I'm so sad, bros.

"'Maybe the bullet hit the murderer, that's why they had to take it!' I don't know why I found that so funny- 'Well I wanted a salad, but now I have a baby!'" Seriously she's dying laughing at this

Also i legit just told her everything that actually happened, as a joke, like "so, so like, the person would've got shot through the glass*points at my shoulder*, and then went 'AHHHHG' and saw inside and went 'oh it's Gregory Edgeworth, pew!'"

"So he would have a scar[if he got shot]." "Yeah, there would be a bullet." "Bullet hole. Because he would've gotten sown up."

"Take your jacket off. And your shirt. Right now." "Um... No one wants that..."

Oml she's laughing at the idea of putting the metal detector up to Von Karma's shoulder too xD. She said it's absurd.

Also, I keep challenging her thoughts if she gets something right, and subtly leading her to the answer if she isn't right. It's,,, really fun. I think she keeps forgetting I know what happened.

She's been done knew about the ballistic markings this whole time i think she's excited

I just remembered I have paws on the bottom of my socks and went ":D, aww, I have paws!! on my socks!! I'm sorry, but I have paws..." And she reacted with "... That is... The most in character thing you've said all day." And that's when I remembered I'm in Momo Yaoyorozu closet-cosplay and she's in Shoto Todoroki closet-cosplay. Why we're playing Ace Attorney in closet-cosplay, idk

"Karma's a bitch. Both of them." "Both...?" "Von Karma, and real karma." "Ayyy." "Ayyyyy!" Tbh I thought she was talking about Franzy & I was confused & scared because we haven't seen her yet and all she knows about Franziska is me being gay about her

"That's not destiny, that's just murder. Who does he think he is?"

This bitch just April Fooled me. She made herself fake cry from a random conversation we had between this. She got me. I literally just lunged at her from anger.

She keeps making kiss jokes like "you could say thank you a different way..." "I could say 'you're welcome' in a number of ways." ";)"

We both started laughing so hard we cried at Edgeworth yelling "Whoooooooop!"

You can't imagine how hard it was for

"I... I feel foolish." "You should. There's a way you can make up for it :)"

Our moods went from laughing hard to "jfc NO." as soon as we saw Lotta. And then Larry walked up and we groaned.

"Larry. Larry Butz. You really-? I can't believe you." (he stole Miles' lunch money 15 years ago)

"They just keep saying each other's names. It's cute."

As soon as Phoenix woke up she went "they fucked. There's no way they didn't." Meanwhile I was just making a "Phoenix got hella drunk and passed out in the office" joke

Unfortunately, there is a fifth case, and this is where my knowledge of the games comes to a close. All I know now comes from the anime, and I don't remember much. The cases are relatively similar to the games, I think, but it's not as easy to remember.

I’m voicing all these characters in these end credits lmaoooo (except Oldbag & Cody, actually)

Woo! We're about to start Rise from the Ashes! Wish us luck, guys!

(Now that I'm looking at the cover for this case, it has Ema & Lana... Oh no, this case... Ugh, I read a fic with this case, but i can't remember what happens other than Ema popping in and calling Phoenix 'Mia'...)

(somethings happening in this beginning and I'm so confused, there's animation)

So my best friend and I started playing Ace Attorney

We're currently on Turnabout Samurai

She does not like Edgeworth lmao. Mostly because of the autopsy thing. She's salty. But she'll grow to like him, I think.

Also, she hates Oldbag and is convinced she's the real murderer. She's spouting out why she thinks Oldbag is guilty right now-

She's also complaining about how illegal some things are... And Maya. She's jokingly fed up with Maya.

"Phoenix, get yourself together." - Her, just now

Once again convinced Wendy Oldbag did it, or at least, did something... She's trying to get me to tell her

"Why is he so stupid?"

"She's way more annoying than I thought. She's a five year old."

She's not "jokingly" fed up with Maya anymore she's like borderline wanting to murder her and just made a Haikyuu comparison I'm so confused

"Did your sister never teach you how to listen?!"

[xxcureangelxx]

Yeah well I wouldn't just call it “in the second series there is a lesbian couple“ because like... (spoiler alert?) in that one place they swapped the whole society and the whole power structure around? The woman do all the work (well they have always been doing that irl, too, but you know it's still pretty cool with the historic background of the books), they're the leaders, they take care of everything and... uhh... only let a few males into their society and only because they need them to reproduce? So I think it's a bit more than just one lesbian couple! :'D

But you know just the few rebloggs and stuff you've been posting about the books recently made me realize how much cool stuff I missed while reading it the first time! Yeah well the last time I reread them was uh... 5 years ago? And I think I hadn't even fully grasped the concept of being gay or bi back then soo this is had been like... really “eye opening“ for me! XD

Really makes me wanna reread them again, tho, so I can finally understand them even better now! x3

The Black Magician Trilogy

ok so these books are good. An easy summary for somebody who hasn’t read them:

Similar to harry potter (in general plot but that’s it) except:

main character is an androgynous poor girl

doesn’t beat around the bush (instead of there being snobby magicians who don’t like “mudbloods”, there are magicians who just straight up hate poor and queer people, for example.)

so far no forced romance (i’m on the second book)

ONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS (sort of analogous to remus lupin in that he was bullied and ostracized for a thing) IS ACTUALLY QUEER. THEY’VE BEEN HINTING AT IT (gee other magicians have something against him, antagonists will occasionally imply it in insults. Unsure whether that’s just a general “people use queer to insult” deal or if actually directed at the character’s sexual orientation… but then yes. actually yes. they are queer. and so far it looks like the series is doing a good job of depicting homophobes as notgood while maintaining a realistically shitty heteronormative society) AND I READ THE WIKI BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT TO BE LET DOWN AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE ACTUALLY COMES OUT IN THE THIRD BOOK.

idk and the writing is so good. 

IDK it’s like everything harry potter COULD have been but wasn’t. I feel bad even comparing the two but i realized the comparison last night and can’t stop. In a gleeful way. 

sorry i’m happy. i wanna read all day.