#basic preperations at the moment

[dragonfruitflamb3]

I know I'm supposed to be working on a billion different other projects (Icepick to the eye podfic I SWEAR I'll get started on it!!1!1!1!) BUT the looming presence of Halloween declares I make a costume. So.

Loop mask in progress :)

[simp999]

☆Simp's Masterlist☆

I specialize in fluff, hurt/comfort and (strangers to) friends to lovers! Basically my fics are 90% fluff and relationship building, and just a tad bit of angst for the feels~

Code:

⛓Angst

🌸Fluff

🌹Romantic

🍡Platonic

(🌹/🍡 can be seen as either)

Note: some stories have all of the above, so the order of the emoji is the same as the order in the story. For example: 🌸🍡🌹⛓ starts fluffy and platonic, ends with romantic feelings and angst.

Most of my fics are gender-neutral, They/Them pronouns used! I'm much more comfortable writing gender-neutral and male readers for personal reasons ww

Love ya'll <3

Splatoon manga:

A New Home (series) 🍡🌸⛓🌹

(Various Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader)

What happens when you get sent to Inkopolis, and begin to meet your favorite manga characters? Will you change the story? Will they love you? Hate you?

(Bloopers/Notes. Updated every chapter.)

Ch. 1: Where am I? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 2: New people? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 3: We are the Army. Wc: 1k

Ch. 4: If memory serves wrong... Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 5: Decisions, decisions Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 6: Hooooww Anooooying. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 7: SUB WEAPON HELL! Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 8: Newfound Family. Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 9: Shopping Spree! Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 10: Skull's Territory. Wc: 1k

Ch. 11: A Misunderstanding? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 12: Getting Too Comfortable. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 13: Player Two? Wc: 1.7k

Ch. 14: ...You Didn't See That. Wc: 1.8k

Ch. 15: Sweetheart. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 16: An Unexpected Meetup. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 17: Not Much of a Choice, Huh? Wc: 1.8k

Ch. 18: Challengers Approach! Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 19: Freshest Squid on the Block! Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 20: The Absolute King. Wc: 1.6k

Ch. 21: A Crushing Defeat. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 22: It Only Gets Tougher, I Promise. Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 23: New and Improved Team. Wc: 1.9k

Ch. 24: The Calm Before The Storm. Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 25: You're like me! ...not. Wc: 2.05k

Ch. 26: Another Step to De-throne the King. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 27: Shoot For The Stars. Wc: 1k

Ch.28: Tranquility Before Chaos. Wc: 1k

Ch.29: What we Have. Wc: 1k

Ch.30: Pre-Battle Preperation Wc: 1.3k

Ch.31: Game On! Wc: 1.6

Ch.32: Someone to Remember. Wc: 1.1k

Ch.33: Someone to Miss. Wc: 1k

Ch.34: Someone to Hate. Wc: 1k

Ch.35: A True Family. Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 36: Bloodlust. Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 37: No, no! It's... Exactly What It Looks Like. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 38: Mistakes. Wc: 1k

Ch: 39: The True Family. Wc: 1k

Ch. 40: What Now? Wc: 1k

Ch. 41: New Feelings. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 42: Things are ... alright. Wc: 1k

Ch. 43: Things are not alright. Wc: 1k

Ch. 44: Healing. Wc: 1k

Skull:

Oneshot - Bully the Charger 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.7k

Army:

Drabble - Please Rest. 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.7k

Mask:

Oneshot - One of Those days, With a Twist. 🌸🌹🍡

It's one of those days- the ones where he just wants it to be over so he can feel better again. His hay fever was horrible, but maybe this time it wasn't so bad.

Wc: 1.6k

Team Yellow-Green:

Rider:

Physical Affection? No Thanks.⛓🌹🌸

Wc: 0.9k

Rock On! Rider x Rockstar! Reader 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.4k

Stealth:

The Deca Tower Crush 🌹🌸

Wc: 1.7k

Team Monarch:

Emperor:

My Monarch.🌹🌸⛓

Wc: 0.6k

Team Fortress 2:

All Mercs:

The Moment the Mercs Realise they enjoy Being Around Reader 🌸🍡/🌹(bit of angst for one part.)

Wc: 2.3k

Merc's reaction to their S/O picking up on their words/phrases/slang that they use 🌸🌹

Wc: 2.4k

Mercs with a Badass Fem Pilot! Reader🌸🍡+🌹

Wc: 0.7k

Sniper:

I Appreciate You. - Oneshot ⛓🌸🍡/🌹

Includes reader comforting (hints of being autistic) Sniper who feels bad for being distant, and stargazing.

Wc: 1.7k

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Pyro:

Knowing sign language (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹

Imagine Pyro's excitement when they meet someone that can finally understand them. Fluff ensues.

Wc: 0.3k

Heavy:

Heavy reads to you when you have trouble sleeping (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹

A sleepless night turn into soft snores after heavy reads to you in his mother tongue.

Wc: 470

Heavy With Reader Who Struggles With Managing Their Anger 🌸🍡/🌹 (Headcannons+Mini drabble)

Wc: 0.7k

Demoman:

Demo x Male! Reader Headcannons+Mini Drabble 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.8k

Engineer:

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Soldier:

BLU! Soldier: You have me. - Oneshot (hurt/comfort) ⛓🌸🌹

Wc: 1.8k

Medic:

The Red Means I Love You - Comfort/Fluff Oneshot 🌸🍡/🌹

Wc: 1.7k

Medic x Overworked! Reader - comfort/fluff oneshot 🌸🌹

Wc: 850

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Baby Birds~ Drabble 🌹🌸

Wc: 0.4k

I Like The Sound Of Your Voice - Drabble🌹🌸

Wc: 230

Scars - They're Not What You Think.🌹🌸

Wc: 240

Medic x reader who understands his birds🌸🌹

Wc: 320

Lutz Kruspe (Goth medic OC):

Dating headcannons 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.5k

Lutz x Punk! Reader🌸🌹

Wc: 0.4k

Proto:

Little Fri-iend!! 🌸🍡

Proto x little! NV! Reader drabble

Wc: 0.7k

Medibot/Otto:

Misunderstandings 🌸🍡

...Yeah, humans usually have their heartbeat quicken. It's normal.

Wc: 370

Medibot Oneshot - Overstimulated ⛓🌸🍡

He knows what it's like, he really does. He'll do everything he can to help, and maybe reveal some hidden feelings while he's at it.

Wc: 2k

Dexx:

Philia; Platonic Love - Dexx/Sniper 🌸🍡

Is platonic love such a hard thing to understand?

Wc: 2.5k

Sonic:

Knuckles the Echidna:

Lazy Day. 🌸🌹/🍡

Imagine being the first person to help knuckles finally truly relax.

Wc: 1.1k

Pokémon:

Giacomo:

I'm So Proud Of You☆ ⛓🌸🍡🌹

I'm So Proud Of You☆ pt. 2 ⛓🌸🌹

You were the one good thing in his life and he wants to make the best of it.

Total Wc: 9.1k

Arven:

All Good Things Come To An End. 🍡⛓🌹🌸

Sorry Arven, we'll have to hang out some other time.

Wc: 2.6k

Beyblade Burst:

Ken Midori:

Short Lived.🌸🍡🌹⛓

Just enough time for feelings to develop, but not enough to act on them.

Wc: 5.4k

Tokyo Revengers:

Various:

A New View On Life 🍡🌸

Oh how you lived for this thrill. Nothing could compare to the serotonin you get with these stupid boys.

Wc: 2.5k

Takashi Mitsuya:

Small Scares~ 🌸🌸🌸🌹

Halloween Special! Who would've thought that your strong gang-member boyfriend was afraid of horror movies? Time to comfort our favorite malewife!~

Wc: 1.2k

Shuji Hanma:

The Angel And The Reaper ⛓⛓⛓🌹

Halloween Special! Angst to the brim. What the hell is this feeling? Is it love? Disgusting. We love an unhinged reader.

Wc: 1.7k

Matsuno Chifuyu:

Familiar? 🍡⛓🌸

Baji? No, you're not him. But Chifuyu can't ignore the sense of comfort you give him.

Wc: 2.2k

TMNT:

2013 TMNT x Rise! Reader

Do I Know You? 🌸🍡

Do I Know You? Pt. 2 ⛓🌸🍡🌹

Damn it, Rise Donnie! Why'd you send me to 2013? Oh well, better make the best of it! (2013 Donnie x reader mostly, platonic for everybody else.)

Total Wc: 5.8k

Request info:

Taking requests for Captain Curly from Mouthwashing!

Please include a senario idea in your request. I'll do it in whatever form I feel like unless specified: Drabble, headcannons, or Oneshot.

[artzychic27]

Inspired by my last post.

Count Marcula welcomes a werewolf Nathaniel to his castle. He finds the writer to be intriguing and incredibly cute. An angry mob led by Lucien and Emani comes to the Transylvanian castle, as Marcula and Wolfaniel fight them off.

Using some Romanian names I found. Meet Marc and Nath’s other previous incarnations from their past lives!

Marius Arkhel was once a normal happy young man living a wonderful life in the village with his betrothed, famed and wealthy vampire hunter, Leonte Remus

One night, Marius and Leonte decided to go for a walk through the woods where they discuss preperations for their wedding. Then, all of a sudden, a bat swoops down and bites Marius’ neck

Leonte thinks nothing of it first while nursing Marius back to health until Marius suddenly tries to bite his neck, and Leonte comes to the conclusion that he is now a vampire

So, he keeps him chained in the basement, surrounded by a ring of garlic until he can find a cure. Leonte tells the villagers that Marius is sick, and the wedding is postponed until he gets better

One day, one particularily nosy associate of Leonte’s decides to drop by for a visit, so Leonte is forced to unchain Marius to keep up appearances

Things go smoothly until the guy notices Marius doesn't have a reflection and sets out to tell everyone, only for Marius to tear him apart with his fangs, killing him

And Leonte starts to get... Ideas

Basically, he lures his rivals into the woods so Marius can kill them and feast on their blood. And if Marius doesn't comply, then Leonte’s going to drive a stake through his heart

Leonte: Jade, I'm afraid there's no cure for you. But it's better this way. You get to satisfy your inhuman urges, and I get rid of a few undesirables.

Marius: But-

Leonte: And I just can't bear the thought of you suddenly developing a blood lust and hurting the innocents, you know. The people will expect me to do something about it. So, you understand, don't you, Jade?

Marius: ... Yes.

It's been a week since Marius last drank any blood, and he can't keep human food down, so one night, he manages to break free of his chains and runs into a barn to drink from one of the cows... Only to be caught

The villagers take him to Leonte, and instead of trying to come up with an explanation, he pulls out a stake and holy water

In a moment of panic, Marius suddenly turns into a bat, flies away from the village, and into the forest. When he turns human again, he immediately breaks down crying from Leonte’s betrayal

Marius spends three nights hunting for wild animals to drink blood from, avoiding hunters, and trying to avoid the sunlight until he comes across an abandoned manor at the edge of the forest

He considers asking the owner to let him stay but finds no one there, and decides to make it his home

A week later, in the middle of the night, he hears someone at the door, and when he goes to see who, he finds a young man around his age unconscious on the doorstep with a silver arrow in his shoulder and wearing wedding attire

Marius brings him into his room and cleans up his multiple wounds caused by whips, burns, and even stabbing

~Months Ago in the next village over~

Nacolae Katsav was engaged to Emanoil Petrache, his village's top hunter. He lived in a beautiful house, wore the finest clothes, and would be getting married to an excellent provider. It was all perfect...

Until one evening when Emanoil brought in his latest hunt, a larger-than-average wolf. The villagers all wanted a piece of it, but Emanoil saved a small part of it just for Nicolae, a tooth which he turned into a necklace

As soon as Emanoil fastened it around his neck, Nicolae pricked himself with it and suddenly passed out

Nicolae woke up completely refreshed the next morning with a sudden craving for nothing but meat at breakfast, and he was much more hyperactive

Emanoil didn't mind at first, liking how he's gotten much more affectionate, but then he started writhing in pain one night. Emanoil was about to grab the village doctor until he saw his fiance transform into a werewolf right in front of him

He almost grabbed his crossbow, but then Nicolae ran out of the house and into the forest

When Nicolae woke up the next morning, he was back in bed, and Emanoil stood at his bedside with a solemn expression as he explained everything

He promised to do everything he could to help him, but really, he had ulterior motives

Every night when Nicolae transforms, Emanoil’s been conditioning him to sniff out prey and kill them on his command. And if he disobeys, Emanoil will whip or cut him, and even press Nicolae’s own silver engagement ring against him

But when Nicolae’s human, Emanoil’s doting on him and treating him as if he were made of glass

Months pass and it's the day of their wedding... And the night of a full moon.

Emanoil promises it won't be long, but he keeps dragging things out just to show off his new husband until it's too late and Nicolae transforms in front of the whole village

He expects Emanoil to defend him... But then he grabs a musket and starts shooting at him. Nicolae rushes into the woods and as he's running, a silver arrows nails him straight in the shoulder, forcing him to transform back into a human

He barely makes it to this manor at the edge of the forest, knocks as loud as he can, and passes out

~Present~

When Nicolae wakes up the next morning, he finds himself in a dark room with the windows covered, and a cute guy with green eyes sitting at his bedside. On instinct, he sniffs him and immediately likes him

Marius introduces himself but leaves out the fact that he’s a vampire, and vice versa

Despite trying to keep their other sides secret for a few days, Marius can’t keep forcing himself to eat human food and Nicolae has to explain why he was eating raw meat

As soon as they explain what they are, they begin to feel comfortable explaining how they each ended up the way they did and find their situations to be quite similar

But while Marius was slowly starting to accept Leonte wasn’t the man he thought he was, Nicolae is still grasping on to the idea that Emanoil still loves him and only did what he did under pressure

Once in a while, they’ll go into the village using a glamour technique Marius learned to disguise themselves (beta designs) since there are wanted posters for them everywhere

In the village square, Nicolae finds Emanoil making the following announcement

Emanoil: My former husband, Nicolae, is not the man I thought he was. I swore to hunt and kill any beast on sight, but I fear I hesitated in that moment. With that note, should you find my ex, bring him to me alive so that I may finish what I started and lift the burden that plagues all of you at night.

And while the villagers were cheering, Nicolae silently cried

And while down in the market, Marius ran into Leonte, who shamelessly attempted to flirt with him until Nicolae strolled up and took Marius’ hand

In their absences, about two weeks after Nicolae fled the wedding, Leonte and Emanoil teamed up to track down Marius and Nicolae after coming across each other in the border between the two villages

While they send their best hunters out, Leonte and Emanoil often hold private meetings and discuss what they’ll do when they find Marius and Nicolae

They want to keep them, but the villagers would never allow it despite their social status, so, Leonte’s been looking for a way to turn them human again and with some success

But… He’s also been researching a talisman that will allow him and Emanoil to force Marius and Nicolae to turn back into a vampire and werewolf. This way, they’ll have Marius and Nicolae back and they can continue to carry out their inhumane acts

Marius is comforting Nicolae in his room when the full moon rises. Based on what Nicolae told him, Marius prepares for the worst but finds a hulking werewolf acting like a puppy

Over time, Marius and Nicolae have become more fond of each other and even start sleeping in the same room

Whenever Nicolae brings home a dead animal for Marius to drink from, he get immediate head scritches

They haven’t thought about Leonte or Emanoil in a long time and frankly, do not care… Until one night. While Marius and Nicolae were walking through the woods, they came across some hunters of Marius’ village

Upon recognizing them, they start to attack until Nicolae fights them off. After taking out a good amount of them, they had back to the manor and barricade the doors

Leonte and Emanoil eventually break in and look for them, armed with crosses, silver bullets, holy water, and wooden stakes in case they don’t go willingly

When Leonte and Emanoil find them in their room, they start of sweet, saying how much they miss them

Leonte: Jade, my love, come with me. You can leave this life behind and be normal again. We can put what happened behind us and be happy again.

Emanoil: My sweet belle, is this how you want to spend the rest of your life? Let me fix you. I can’t stand not having you by my side.

But Nicolae and Marius aren’t buying it, so they resort to lethal matters

When they least expect it, Emanoil shoots Nicolae in the shoulder with a silver arrow while Leonte splashes holy water in Marius’ face, knocking them unconscious

When they wake up, they’re tied to a pyre in the border between their respective villages, right as the sun is about to come up and Emanoil is loading a silver bullet into his musket

Still Leonte gives the two one last chance. Either be human or die… Only for Marius’ to spit in his face, so he’s got his answer

As Marius’ body starts to turn to ash, Emanoil aims for Nicolae’s heart and fires. As they’re slowly dying, Nicholae and Marius hold hands for the last time until Marius has completely turned to ash and Nicolae dies while still tied to the pyre

And about a century after their deaths, Natale Kuhlberg and Marquel Arcelle were born in Paris

On the past lives list, we have,

Nicholas Kress/Miles Arcel

Nicolae Katsav/Marius Arkhel

Natale Kuhlberg/Marquel Arcelle

[starkcanvas]

Ethereal Route

1. So how did things go that led to Klaus and Del’s deaths?

2. How did the two fallout with their biologically families if they did?

So I have mentioned Klaus and Del's deaths before- I'll put a basic summary here: So Klaus and Del met at a dinner event between the military and the Calloway family and the two kinda had a "love at first sight" kinda moment while they talked. They had a secret relationship for around 2 years until they were caught by Del's father who was extremely against it. Not because Del was homosexual but because it would ruin the arranged marriage plans he already had for Del. Wallace wanting him to marry the daughter of another Tech CEO. Him being so desperate, he went as low as to pay off a judge to have Klaus be arrested for the accused crime of stealing from the Calloway family by using Del. And when he tried to plead not guilty, no one really believed him as he came from a very rural background so that would serve as a motive. After a couple months, both men couldn't take it anymore and by sheer coincidence, had both decided to take their own lives on the same day due to the utter mess their lives had become because of Wallace. Del threatened to hang himself if Klaus was not released. But the family had called the jail a moment too late as Klaus had tackled a guard, stolen his gun and then shot himself in the mouth. Del instantly putting his head through the noose once hearing Klaus was dead and because Del had a little bit of preperation beforehand, he was able to study what angle would instantly kill him. The two men dying at the young ages of 24, reuniting as Ghosts and didn't waste anytime after that in immediately getting married.

The only family falling out that happens is in the Calloway Family. Del's mother Galena divorcing Wallace after their "incident". Now, this falling out happens regardless on if Klaus and Del are dead or not as it's this stunt that makes Galena put her foot down. She is done with this monster of a man. Now, while bystanders my think that if she does that, then she'll lose the Calloway family fortune and riches. But she doesn't. Wallace does... And that's because he's the one who married into the family. Calloway is Galena's last name. Del's maternal grandfather wanted Wallace to take their family name as the Calloway's had a better reputation. And then for Klaus, only reason why he hasn't visited his family is because he doesn't even know if they live in the same area as the last time he'd seen them was before he left for the military at 18 due to being drafted. So when he dies it's already been 4 years and then by the time Mari's in the Afterlife, it's been another 15 years. So he literally hasn't seen any of his family for almost 20 years. Hell, he doesn't even know if they know he's dead or if the Calloways payed off the presses to keep the whole thing secret...

[safetycar-restart]

Well so that motogp race was something thats for sure. So Bezz won! One of the good things.

So in abo hes the cuddliest of alphas, but most of the others in the academy had not so fun sunday. Would it be like a big pile of lets cuddle Bezz aggresivly and compliment him on his victory? If hes got his new alpha partner do they get dragged away into a nest in preperation for pack cuddles? Or do they shove Bezz and his partner into a room full of pillows, candles, nice things to eat and lots of lube? Do Bezz try and insist to cuddle their sadness away until hes looked into said room to actually celebrate?

Cheers from 🏍 anon

Aw yes!!!! I’m always down for VR46 a/b/o!!

So for anyone who doesn't know, we said that Bezz is the only alpha in the VR46 pack, which is comprised of all the riders in the VR46 academy. He's everyones's emotional support alpha, giving cuddles and kisses to whoever needs. Reader is also an alpha, who is in a relationship with Bezz. The other pack members meet you and immediately just kinda... take you. They now have two emotional support alphas.

Anyway, on to the actual content!!

I definitely think that Bezz would want to check in on everybody! It was a shit day for every pack member except him and Cele, so of course he needs to make sure everyone is okay and looked after. He would never celebrate his victory if he thought his pack needed him.

Honestly, I think you would already be in a nest when Bezz wins? The first to crash out was Luca, and Luca absolutely finds you in the VR46 garage and demands cuddles IMMEDIATELY. You are one of two emotional support alphas and the other one is still racing so it's up to you to provide comfort. So you find yourself in a nest with Luca, Cele and Migno watching the race.

Pecco crashes out next, and of course he immediately comes to join the nest.

You're all so happy that Bezz won!! You're all cheering as he crosses the line. As much as you want to go watch him on the podium, Pecco and Luca are in no state to leave the nest and you know that Bezz would rather you stay with them. So you all watch the podium, and they all sing the anthem, and then wait patiently for Bezz to come in.

Pretty soon a very happy and thoroughly champagne soaked Bezz comes barrelling through and everyone jumps up to congratulate him.

You wait your turn, letting everyone else jump on him and kiss him and hug him. Once they've all done that, they let you have a moment with him. You just hug him close and press a kiss to his nose before gently removing his nose plaster, congratulating him on his victory.

I do think that Bezz would stay in the nest with you and the others for a while. I think they all really enjoy debriefing together? They all talk through the race and their different prospectives and it helps everyone calm down and decompress. You're there to provide an objective view in case things get heated. The rule is always to work everything out in a nest after the race, never to let it fester.

Bezz decides that because he's won, everyone gets a cheat meal. Yes that logic is pretty flawed but no one questions him on it. So you all order burgers and eat in the nest, having a nice meal and facetiming Vale too.

It's after dinner that you and Bezz get kicked out.

Which is quite odd when you think about it, considering that you're all in Bezz's motorhome. So you two get kicked out of your own motorhome and get given the key to Peccos.

Neither of you argue with them, because they're all VERY determined to ensure you and Bezz get to celebrate even though the rest of them aren't in the mood.

(By determined I mean that Cele packs you guys a bag of snacks and lube and Pecco and Luca gather some nesting materials in another bag so you two basically get sent off with a 'go fuck' kit).

[narrators-journal]

Let's all give a silent moment of thanks for my anxious and impatient pre-preperation for kinktober.

If I hadn't been looking at my kinktober list for a third time, I would not have caught that there's like. Three different options that are basically all just exhibitionism in italics, bold, and underlined. So! We WILL be editing the prompt list a lil bit to hopefully lessen the repetitive-ness of the prompts!

Again, if there's any suggestions you want to see on this list, now's the time to send in those suggestions! I won't respond to em, they're just for my consideration, so no worries!

[spinning-feeling]

"A Spinning Feeling: Prologue - Divinity; a New start"

Selfship Story - Starring Maxim

Story under the Cut

Loneliness.

Ever since his wish in death became reality, ever since Maxim became a God, did he discover true loneliness.

To feel lonely around other's is one thing, to know everything - Be Everything, and Nothing - is another.

He sighed as he sat down into his chair, feeling mentally tired from the long walk around his realm. The endless etheric void was calming, though most times it only amplified the lonely feeling he felt throughout his existance, even now. He only looked around the empty void, only seeing the few pieces of cartoony furniture he made to make his realm feel less Dead and Empty, as he sighed once more.

"…I've become God, but at what bloody cost…"

He muttered to himself, sinking deeper into the chair.

"…I guess i could try to do… Something… but if i was to do that i'd have to make completely sure my influence wont be over the entire world i choose to go to."

"If i had influence over everything… well, i'd basically have to write everything myself and how well would that go? another perfectly dull world ill return to its prime state sooner or later… Only step im willing to take in that direction, is making some… minor miracles, money, or a home, or the like, not to waste time…"

He mused on still to himself, trying to think out loud.

"….though where would i even go, if i wanted to try any of this…?"

He took a moment to look at the toony television, which was nearby, in front of him, as he hummed softly in thought. A beach, some giant drill, and a pink figure with long hair… he disliked that these mental visions couldnt be any more clear, but he already knows where to begin.

He sighed, standing up from the seat, taking a few steps before immidiatelly falling down unto the floor with a wet slap, turning into a jet-black puddle in miliseconds, staying as such for a few seconds, before slowly emerging as his original form, a form he felt unsure with - he hated it, but felt comfortable in it, it made him feel so much pain yet its the only way he could have recieve any kind of comfort he could have gotten in his life - the form he was sure he wouldnt return to for a very long time;

The Form of a Human.

He looked at his form… and its just as he remembers it. He stood at 6 feet tall, his skin was nearly pale from how much he stayed indoors when alive, His eyes were blue as the sky he used to look up to while stuck in thought, His hair was short, with a brown hue. His Face was roundish, and his nose crooked, a slight red spot resided on his cheek, due to how much he used to scratch the area. Overall, he was a tall, regular guy with a bit of plush on him. It will take him quite a while until he gets used to it properly again… not being able to shift the length of your arms and legs will be hard to get used to. After that, all that's left to do is to bleed through the fabric of reality, into the world he chose as his new home… for as long as this "human life" can work out for, anyway.

He walked around his realm in his human form, trying to get used to it fully again, his mannerisms, gestures, expressions - he had to look as human as possible if he wanted this to work, since if he made even one slip up, it could cost him everything he worked for this. He could not allow that to happen under any circumstance.

He decided it would only be Fair to take his time a bit to… Devolve, into a human mindset. Of course, he couldnt actually devolve his own mind - thats genuinely impossible - so he tried to not act as he has for the last few eons, and tried to act as he did when alive.

Innocent. Tired. Kind. Depressed. Amusing. Sadistic. Honorable. Truth-telling. So on, So forth.

"This preperation will take one hell of a while,"

Maxim hummed to himself,

"but im sure it will all work out swimmingly soon enough."

Time will Tell.

Soon enough did he find himself sinking through fabric of reality - mayhaps a bit soon to go to the world of choice, but better to take this chance than just keep 'training' to be human; Best to try being human "on the field".

It was only a matter of time that he awoke in Beach City - Suprisingly, at the crater of where once was a certain Gem Injector. It was only fair to try to explore, mayhaps get a few minor problems out of the way as well.

This was going to be… Difficult. But surely interesting.

[lgwifey]

TRAUMATISED

80s!noel gallagher x fem!reader

summary : Just a relaxing day after traumatic exam preperation, ruined by a group of eleven year olds.

warnings : proof read but probably got mistakes in, slightly heated half way through, swearing but it's the Gallaghers so what's new, periods. I think that's it x

MASTERLIST

1983 

"Y' stress 'bout it too much."

Y/n scoffed at the weirdly relaxed voice coming from the direction of her boyfriend. She just rolled her eyes before looking back down at the mindmap A4 sheet which held the subjects of the third and final maths exam, her third to last exam of the year.

"Honestly,"

He reappeared beside her, where he had started an hour ago but gradually drifted off the lie down on the bed, which y/n had make neat for him whilst he was grabbing drinks downstairs. She was a slight neat freak, just slightly.

She felt hands softly hold her shoulders and a leg appear with side of her bare ones.

", it's not like y' gonna fail."

The thick text book and it's loose pieces of paper where sat on the litter desk which was near the end of Noel's bed but Liam had basically took over when he started highschool.

"Maybe, but I don't have a fall back like you Mr Gallagher."

As she finished her sentence, she leaned back into the chest of Noel, the older boy letting out an 'umph' as he felt the impact.

Y/n looked up to him. Her y/h/c locks falled against his tshirt, her eyes looking into his pale blue ones. Across her lips, a grin was smothered and her cheeks smiled up. He left a peck on her lips, his lips having curved up into a smile after seeing her face properly.

"Soon i'll be makin' enough for the both of us."

"You're the only sixteen year old lad I know who actually has a plan for 'is future, y'know that right."

" 'm mature s'all."

"You're a freak of nature darling."

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before shifting away from him. Her arms slid out of his jacket which she'd 'borrowed' whilst they where at school, since it started raining and her blazer was doing little to nothing to stop her chemically white shirt from going outright translucent, she dropped the item of clothing onto the back of the old spinning chair which was half tucked under the desk.

Noel gave a whine as she strolled over to the corner of the room which held his prized vynil collection and the record player. The complaint was not only because he'd lost the heat which raidiated off of the girl but also because he knew which record she was going to play, it was the record she always played. The only reason he had it in the collection was because she'd bought it for him as a gift so then she'd have her favourate songs at his house and he loved her too much to actually get rid of it.

The sixteen year old fell back onto his bed with a thud as the disco music started to echo through his room, the girl dancing through the entire room with her school skirt flowing around and her shirt loose and half unbuttoned, her hands clutched onto her stomach which he found unusual but didn't say. The dark album cover had been left to the side of the table the black record player was situated on as the super-trouper vynil spun around the it.

Noel had gave up, his girlfriend laughing a 'you told me to relax' to him when she caught him rolling his eyes at her childish antics.

By the time the second verse had rolled around, y/n was in full preformance mode, singing along to each lyric perfectly, mimicing the swedish vocalists' robotic tone

"I said, I was not exactly Waiting for the bus"

It was the only moment Noel found her to be stood still, only for her to start shouting the chorus a second later and for her arms to almost hit him accidentally.

When she finished spinning in a circle, once the song had finished, y/n found the single bed to be vacant of any Gallagher. She soon found the reason when the sound of Mr. Blue Sky started playing, the 1980 ABBA record being slid back into it's cover and back onto the shelf. Even if he hated it, there was no way Noel would risk scratching the disk.

He gave y/n a laugh as she grimaced at him, making his way over to her.

"You're such a child."

"That's my favourate song y' prick."

His arms wrapped around her waist and he left a kiss on his forehead before slowly dragging them both back over to his bed, ELO playing through the air.

"I love how this is the only song y'know."

Y/n found herself layed under Noel as he drifted a hand through her hair and left kisses on her every few seconds between his conversation.

" 's a banger."

One of her hands held onto his jaw, leading him to her lips instead of everywhere else.

Their lips attached with love and adoration, the fast beat of the music slowing down towards the next verse. The song always left a smile on y/n's lips and therefore put Noel in a good mood.

The couple started to heat up their activities, Noel's hands falling onto y/n's chest as he unbuttoned the school shirt. She did the same as she struggled pulling his t-shirt over his head, Noel ended up helping her out and pulling it up himself.

As the song drifted off to a diffrent tune, which y/n had no clue off, she found herself dragging Noel back to her mouth and sliding herself on top, spinning the both of the around with a grin.

Her hands pushed her discarded shirt onto the bedroom floor before reaching down awkwardly and picking off her knee high socks, Noel gave no help what so ever to the task and instead opted for tangling his hand into y/n's hair and depthening the once lulling kiss which had turned firery with exhausted teenager hormores and over-worked exam preperation.

As if a sudden bucket of realisation was dropped on top of y/n, she sat up awkwardly, forming a gap between her and the confused Noel.

"I fuckin' forgot."

She gave a complaining whine as she headbutted her boyfriend's chest, falling back to lie on top of him more casually. He gave her an even more confused look before she explained.

"I started yesterday."

As if the words didn't make sence to him, Noel furrowed his eyebrows.

"My period."

"No. I knew what you meant."

He grimaced, feeling bad about his immediate reaction and deciding to cuddle into y/n more to assure her that he didn't find her disgusting.

With his head lodged between his girlfriend's neck and shoulder and wet kisses being pressed into the crook of her neck, Noel explained his confusion.

"I just though y' stopped two weeks ago."

"I started again 'cause of exams, 's pretty common."

"Good t' know y'not gonna die then."

Without the couple noticing, the white door of the shared bedroom creaked open with a group of year sevens wondering in.

Y/n and Noel didn't notice the company intill his eleven year old brother let out a scream and pushed his friends back out of the room, a look of horror engraved onto his features as he screamed at Noel to fuck off.

Y/n gave a laugh and pulled Noel's old t-shirt over her head, hoping Liam hadn't noticed her bra being mostly just lace without any padding and leaving her boyfriend to having to get a different top. She opened to door again once Noel had reach over for a top, letting Liam back into his room with hid posse of mischeiveous goblins following him. The eleven year old held a traumatised look on his face whilst his friends looked at y/n with tomato red blushes on their faces, she gave them a sugar sweet smile before walking back over to Noel's bed, sitting on it cross-legged as he switched the record player off and sliding Out Of The Blue back into it's cover.

"So what y' doing today lads ?"

The brunette in need of a serious hair cut gave the sixteen year old girl a glare before answering for himself and his friends.

"Well we where gonna play cards but now we're gonna 'ave to nick mam's bleach for our eyes."

"Oh shut up y' little git. 's not like we where actually doing anythin' ."

Noel found his spot back behind his girlfriend with his arms wrapped around her waist and her back pressed comfortably against his chest.

"I'll 'ave you know i'm traumatised."

"Aw, we'll pay f' your therapy sweetie."

Y/n have a mocking pout to Liam, who in turn flipped her off.

"Right, out."

Noel slid off the bed, grabbing Liam by the ear and dragging his younger brother out of the room, leaving the rest of the children to follow their little gang's leader.

"Fuckin' get off Noel !,"

"Y' can find somewhere else to play your little game."

" 's my room too !"

"Yeah, well y' should've though of that before y' started acting like a twat."

He gave a sarcastic smile before shutting to door with the small group of uniform clad eleven year olds looking at him.

When he turned back to look at y/n, she gave a small frown at the fustraited look etched into his face and waved him over, back to his bed.

As she went to sooth him, a muffled conversation came through the door, clearly Liam and his friends playing cards in the hallway instead of downstairs.

"Your brother's bird has nice tits."

"Shut up Har, she's a total minger."

If eyes could actually turn red, y/n would've sworn Noel's turned jalapenos pepper red and before she could mutter a word, he was back out the door and heading for Liam.

"Noel !"

Y/n jumped off of the bed, heading for her boyfriend before cramp hit and she sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening and hands gripping her stomach in pain.

As the pain soothed off, she went to take a step towards where the sixteen year old was dragging his eleven year old brother down the stairs only for another cramp to hit and for her to muffle her pain by biting her lip.

Maybe she should just let them get it out of their system.

[the-dream-team]

Chlorine

A fluffy little one-shot for @efkgirldetective's summer of jily week two prompt: swimming with friends // Today we're younger than we're ever gonna be <3

“What in Merlin’s name is that smell?” gagged Sirius, bringing his towel up to cover his nose.

Mary swotted him with a bright green foam noodle. “That’s just the chlorine, you knob. It’s a chemical Muggles use to keep the water clean.”

“The water’s not clean?” squeaked Peter, his beady eyes widening.

“Take a look around Pettigrew,” laughed Mary, gesturing wildly. “There are about a trillion little kids running around with saggy trunks and juice-stained mouths, it’s not exactly the Prefect’s bathroom here.”

The group of teenagers took a moment to survey their surroundings. Sirius was right, the thick summer air reeked of chlorine wafting from unnaturally electric blue swimming pools, packed with screaming children, brightly colored floaties, and haggard parents. Behind the main pool, reaching up to the sky, stood two impressive slides, winding and bending in every direction before opening up into a smaller basin. Once every minute, the slide discarded a new, squealing child into the water with an eruptive splash.

Lily eyed the Muggle kids with some trepidation. “Are we too old to be here?” she asked, eyes shifting as she clutched her copy of Herbology for Potioneers a little closer to her chest. “It feels like everyone else is about a decade younger than us.”

“Don’t worry too much about that, Evans,” said James, a bright smile aimed in her direction. “Today we’re younger than we’re ever going to be, anyway!” He nudged her affectionately, resulting in a rosy hue that spread across her cheeks as their bare shoulders made contact.

“Alright,” announced Remus after barely dodging a rogue beach ball, “let’s find a place to put our towels before these buggers realize we’re easy targets.”

They managed to snag a row of plastic lounge chairs beside the wave pool to dump their belongings on before Sirius set his sights on the towering waterslides across the park.

“You said these slides were crazy fast, right MacDonald?” Sirius asked, a dangerous gleam in his eye.

“They’re the fastest in Britain,” grinned Mary, tossing her sunnies aside. “And you get some serious air on your way out, it’s the closest thing Muggles have to flying, I’d argue.”

Lily tensed and quickly diverted her attention to her book, though her eyes remained still as she stared at the pages. Almost no one noticed her sudden discomfort.

“That’s bloody brilliant,” grinned Sirius. “Last one to the top has to buy us a round of those mushie drinks.”

“They’re called slushies, Padfoot.”

“Call them whatever you want, Moony, but I want a blue one.” Sirius discarded his t-shirt onto a chair and kicked off his sandals in preperation. “Prongs, do you think we could convince the lifeguards to let us go down the slides together?”

But James wasn’t paying attention to Sirius. “Nah, go ahead without me,” he said, eyes trained on Lily as she continued intently staring at her book. “I think I’m gonna start out a little slower with the lazy river. Evans, care to keep me company?”

Lily’s eyes snapped up to see Sirius’ dropped jaw, Mary’s raised eyebrows, and James’ steady smile.

“Oh,” she said, her voice finding a higher octave than usual, “sure, I could join you.”

“Fine,” grumbled Sirius, pulling the others along with him, “but I’m coming to find you at that dopey river after our first round on the slides. I won’t let you be boring all day, Prongs.”

James shrugged, barely paying the others any mind as he extended a hand to Lily. She watched their friends saunter off before accepting his help to stand up.

“Hold on there, Evans,” said James, plucking her book from her hands and tossing it back onto their pile of towels, “I can’t have you doing homework; today is all about having fun!”

“Then why aren’t you going with the others to the slides?”

He paused, considering her question with a smile. “Because you’re way more fun than a couple of waterslides.”

Before she had a chance to respond, James pulled her away from the chairs and towards the center of the park, their bare feet slapping against sizzling cement as they navigated around young children and indifferent lifeguards.

The lazy river lived directly across from the concession stand, perfectly situated for parents who wanted to keep an eye on their floating kids while they enjoyed a cool beer and a basket of hot chips. The river wound itself around an impressive structure resembling a fairytale castle, complete with canons that sprayed water onto passerbys and waterfalls that poured over plastered mountainsides and into its surrounding moat.

At the water’s edge sat a pile of tubes, growing hot under the unrelenting midday sun. James released Lily’s hand to secure them two floats, missing her subtle disappointed huff at the loss of his grip when he turned his back on her. But by the time he handed over her tube, she’d managed to rearrange her face into a neutral smile.

“After you, Evans,” he said with a little bow, extending an arm towards the gently rolling river.

She rolled her eyes at the exaggerated chivalry, but stepped forward nonetheless, carefully placing her tube in the water and lowering herself into the center. The water, cool and refreshing, lapped against her backside and kissed her heels as she hung her legs over the tempered rubber.

James took a different approach, choosing to throw his own tube unceremoniously into the water before giving himself a running start to cannonball onto it. Lily screeched as he nearly jumped directly on top of her.

“You prat!” she laughed, splashing water on his face, covering his glasses in little droplets.

“You know you love me,” he teased, a glint in his eye.

The pink glow that spread across her cheeks could have passed as a light sunburn, but the way James’ eyes flashed suggested he’d picked up on the truth. His dimples appeared despite the attempt to keep his grin at bay.

“So, Potter,” she started, choosing to change the subject, “what drew you to the lazy river, other than the obvious similarities you share?”

James drove an imaginary dagger into his chest. “You wound me, Evans! But if you must know, I thought it’d be the perfect place to chat with you.”

If the river’s current hadn’t continued pulling them along, Lily might have thought time had stood still. “To chat?”

“Yeah,” he responded as though it were obvious, “the playground would be too noisy with all the kids running around, it seems like we would’ve spent more time underwater than above it at the wave pool, and the hot tubs are simply not weather appropriate.”

“With me?”

It was finally James’ turn to look surprised. “Of course! I’ve spent my whole summer mucking about with the boys, but I’ve hardly seen you since Peter’s party and I missed talking with you.”

Lily tried passing off her pleased burst of laughter as a scoff. “I always forget how forthright you are.”

“I’m an open book,” he replied, sticking her with a pointed stare she couldn’t see as she averted her own gaze, attempting to hide her growing blush he had already clocked.

“I wish I could be more like that,” she spoke to the distance, to the cloudless expanse of sky, hoping it would relay the message to the boy whose intertube continued bouncing rhythmically against her own as they traveled in endless circles.

“As a kid,” she continued, “I loved playgrounds. Gravity melted away when I sailed off swings and soared through slides, when my magic took over before I even knew what I was. But the uncontrollable flying always scared my parents, so when my family visited parks, I’d be kept on the sidelines, hidden away to avoid causing a scene. I guess I got pretty good at hiding.”

“Do you want help practicing?”

Lily jerked her attention back to James and his easy eyes, his ruffled hair. “What?”

“Do you want help practicing being an open book?” he repeated simply. “I happen to be an expert and I’d be happy to lend my talents.”

His cheeky grin earned him a light splashing and an only-slightly-exasperated huff. “You know what, fine. Teach me your ways, Potter.”

“Alright,” he said, eyes brightening as he adjusted his position on his tube to face her more fully, “we’ll start with easy questions and then get gradually harder from there. The only rule is that you have to answer honestly.”

Lily sunk slightly into the hole of her intertube, but nodded, resting her chin on her folded arms, fingers mindlessly dipping in and out of the passing water below.

“First off, who is your best friend?”

“That’s your easy question?” Lily guffawed.

“What?” asked James, watching her curiously. “I already know the basics. Your favourite colour is forest green, you like chocolate biscuits best, and your sister is a piece of work. Now, who is your best friend?”

“Mary, I guess?” said Lily, brows furrowed slightly. “We immediately clicked since we first met, what with us both being Muggleborn, and after Sev was out of the picture…”

“I’m familiar with this part,” James grimaced, his focus shifting to his fingernails. “So, next question. If you had to be sorted into a different house, which one would you choose?”

“Hufflepuff,” she responded without blinking. “Closest to the kitchens, obviously. Next question.”

“Respectable,” he chuckled. “How about… do you prefer Butterbeer or Firewhiskey?”

She paused, catching his eye for longer than she’d planned. “You probably already know the answer.”

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards with a jolt of hope. “Butterbeer spiked with Firewhiskey?”

“Butterbeer spiked with Firewhiskey.”

James leaned forward slightly, his arm extending absentmindedly to reach for the cloth handles on Lily’s tube to pull her closer. “Like the ones we made at Peter’s birthday party last month?”

Their hands mingled together in the water between their tubes, pruned fingers brushing against each other as the current pushed them together. “Exactly like the ones from Peter’s birthday.”

He was near enough to count every sunkissed freckle spattered across her nose. She could practically fall into his growing dimples.

“Oi, Prongs!” came the disappointing voice of Sirius Black from the concession stand’s picnic tables. “You can’t hide from us all day, mate!”

“Maybe not,” James called back, a lopsided smirk sliding across his face, “but I can try!”

Before Sirius had a chance to respond, James sunk through the center of his intertube and disappeared under the water’s surface. Lily peered into the river, wondering if he could have possibly brought his Invisibility Cloak with him to the park, but her thoughts were quickly interrupted when a hand grabbed her ankle under the water. It tugged lightly, willing her out of her tube and into the depths of the lazy river.

Once fully submerged in the water, Lily squinted her eyes open to see her new surroundings, blue like the sky with ripples of sunlight refracting through the flowing stream, circular shadows overhead from the tubes they left on the surface, roaming away like drifting clouds searching for different horizons. A hand found her arm and spun her around, bringing her face to face with James, his glasses attempting an escape into the river’s flow, tiny air bubbles escaping through his nose and growing smile.

He pulled her across the width of the river, through a shower of bubbles from the underside of a waterfall, and into still water again before finally leading them both to the surface. They broke back into the world with gasping breaths and laughter, finding themselves in a dark, quiet alcove behind one of the castle’s waterfall features. The lazy river continued on as they stood together in their hidden cave, separated only by a wall of tumbling water. Despite no longer being pulled by the river’s current, the two found themselves drifting closer and closer to one another.

“Do you have any more questions?” asked Lily, her whisper echoing around and joining in with the soft roar of the waterfall.

James tried to control the beating of his heart, which must have been reverberating all around their little retreat based on how loudly he heard it pounding in his ears.

He cleared his throat. “Did you want me to kiss you that night at Peter’s party?”

She inhaled sharply. “Yes. Next question.”

“Do you want me to kiss you now?”

“Yes.”

She barely got the word out before James’ lips found hers, crashing down like a wave against the shore, pulling them into a riptide of racing hearts, fluttering eyelashes, and sighing breaths. They kissed and kissed and kissed until their heads spun, either drunk off the thrill of new beginnings or thoughts of Firewhiskey-spiked Butterbeer. Or possibly it was the intoxicating combination of magic mixed with chlorine.

[mikefcist]

I should’ve figured we’d see the man of the moment here tonight. Except for Pete that is.. you’re basically taking over the world man. How does it feel? All of the success.. and man are you all worth it. Not even lying when I say I’ve listened to a lot of you guys as preperation for my role in the movie I’m curretly shooting. Just helps me get in to the right mood. So it’s great to finally get to meet you in person | @damianodx​

[polar-stars]

☕️ + megumi and hojo?

(Give me a ☕️ + a character/ship and I’ll ramble off whatever thoughts and opinion I have about it)

Oho, interesting! Thanks for the ask!

Megumi Tadokoro

Megumi is a character I love and adore. She has given me no choice in that matter, lol. I cannot possibly dislike a character who portrays such a huge amount of real, genuine kindness. Adding to that, she's incredibly easy to relate to (I know that I am not the only one who does).

In my opinion Megumi has had some of the very best moments in all of Shokugeki, especially in it's earlier parts. The Shokugeki against Shinomiya in Trainings Camp is still my favorite battle in the whole manga after all. Her performance in the Autumn Election Premlins was also really satisfying and sweet to see. (Monkfish Preperation Scene Supremacy)

Tsukuda really did great on making Megumi a character that I really want to see succeed.....But that is where the problem comes in.

The problem is that Tsukuda struggles with the Show, Don't Tell-Rule from Central Arc onwards.

Pre-Central, Megumi's character development was solid in my opinion. It was believable and not too fast-paced. But once focus was shifted to Azami-Drama, Megumi and other characters had to take a little step back from the action. And Megumi's character arc started to stagnate.

Through Training Arc. Autumn Elections and Stagiares, Megumi had visibly gained some more confidence in herself and her stage fright problem from the beginning of the series was ceasing. However there was something missing: pay-off. Her character arc lacks proper pay-off.

You see, throughout all of Central Arc Megumi has not won any single fight on-screen. She was given one victory against Shigemichi Kumai but not even second of that fight was actually shown to the reader. But when it's time for a more detailed fight against Momo, she looses.

In her fight against Momo, the judges do find the time to point out tho that Megumi might hasn't been able to beat Momo however there is quote unquote ✨potential✨.

Thing is that the "potential"-thing has been getting old at that point. It felt very reminiscent to Megumi's fight against Ryo back in the Autumn Elections. Ryo was able to win, however it was made clear through multiple dialogue-lines that Megumi did give him a good fight, defying the expectations the audience had from her. So basically that fight was like: Yes, she lost now. But she is on the right path. There is a lot of potential.

The issue is that time has progressed ever since the AE and it was about time for us, the readers, to see that potential unfold.

But we never got that.

We get a lot, a lot of talking about Megumi's potential throughout Central Arc but never an actual showcase of it. And it does not get much better with BLUE Arc either (I mean, what do you expect from that trainwreck of an arc anyway?)

First off, despite all of her potential and her participation in the Regiment de Cuisine & the retaking of Totsuki as a whole Megumi somehow ends up with the lowest seat in the Neo-Elite 10??? And I'm just: Why??? Why is she the only explicitly ranked below Eizan & Nene (who got a massive downgrade) with everyone else far ahead? (Tho the Neo-Elite 10 Ranking as a whole is one confusing mess and I should probably stop trying to bring sense into it if I do not want to go insane, lol.)

The infamous Hot Spring Fight against a Noir is where we finally see Megumi shine a little on-screen (at least in the manga). And well....I enjoyed seeing that but...

It is still not the proper pay-off she deserves, I'm sorry. Because ultimately that Noir-Guy is some random One-Off we never saw again. And that's a problem.

This character had no time establishing himself to us. We barely know him.

To put it into perspective: Satoshi Isshiki beating Julio Shiratsu in the RdC did not feel like a very impressive thing. Because we have only come to know Julio in that one fight and had absolutely no judgement on how powerful he may be (not to mention, that he was mostly placed in a very ridiculous light). It would have been a lot more impressive to the reader had Satoshi won his later fight against Eishi Tsukasa, because Eishi is a character who we have spent a lot more time with and who has repeatedly been portrayed as absurdly skillful and an actual threat.

See what I mean? As much as I loved seeing Megumi being an absolute badass in that Hot Spring Saga...It was not the satisfying pay-off I want for her.

The few victories she gets are always against random One-Offs while her fights against the more important characters are always a loss for her. Case in point: BLUE. She gets anOTHER off-screened match against some Noir in Chinese clothes, whose name I won't bother looking up if he even has one, where all characters talk about how talented she is but once it's time for her to go up against big bad bitch Asahi she looses. And that sucks.

Not to forget the fact that Megumi always gets strung along to every big event but we never get much justification for her participation (other than the obvious Meta-Reason that she's a main character).

Think about it, her and Takumi got extremely lucky in Train Arc by having Rindou giving them a free pass just for the lulz, while everyone else got expelled. Then a good number of messy chapters later, Megumi and Takumi get invited into BLUE without even a shred of reasoning behind it. Why them? How random is it to invite the 1st, 7th and 10th seat but no one else? Meanwhile when BLUE Arc was first mentioned in the manga they told Jouichiro that it's actually extremely rare for a student in that age to get into this tournament. And Jouichiro was a 3rd year back then, what are those three 2nd Years doing there??

The anime at least addressed that by having Totsuki's students fight for the participation (I appreciated that, if only the episode that covers it wasn't so lazily done)

I'd have much less of an issue with that if they actually gave Megumi something to work with in that arc. But really in RDC and even more so in BLUE, she's mostly just there I feel. She barely really impacts the story meaningfully in both of these arcs, I feel.

And it's one big shame.

As I said, I love Megumi and Tsukuda set her up as someone who I wanted to see succeed and defy expectations. Her journey up till Central Arc was a lot of fun and very compelling but then it just...came to a halt. And her arc never got any real, proper closure I feel. She was instead pushed more and more into the background and she just did not deserve that, man.

Never forget that she is one of the mains after all and she should have been treated as one.

damn I did not think this would get this long ahhdhdf

Miyoko Hojo

When realising that Miyoko's speciality is Chinese cooking, I was super excited for her! I really love Chinese food and I've been waiting for it to be covered in Shokugeki up till that point.

I like Miyoko quite a lot, she's definitely one of my faves from the...well, I don't think "secondary" cuts it...the tertiary cast. Unfortunately we've got to see so painfully little of her.

I like that Megumi, in the most Megumi-ways, made her learn a lesson like "Feminism =/= You can not possibly get along with a man. Ever.", but it was also interesting to see acknowledgement of the inequality of men and women within the culinary business through Miyoko.

Miyoko's friendship with Megumi is something I adore and I would have very much liked more of it please. I enjoy the thought of Miyoko, this tough, unapproachable woman, having her face soften whenever this pure, little angel approaches her. Also 100% sure Miyoko would drop-kick whoever gives Megumi a funny look.

I also would have liked to see Miyoko interact more with Kuga, because I imagine it could have been a lot of fun. From the one, tiny interaction they've had I feel that Terunori actually respects Miyoko quite a bit. Which I think is interesting, because Terunori otherwise seems to enjoy bitching at people.

Honestly? If you ask me??? Miyoko should have been in the Regiment de Cuisine.

I'll never get over how she's shown in the audience, alongside Nao, smiling when the rebels are about to snatch victory. Like ahdhFJG, excuse me Ma'am what business do you have just watching??? You can not tell me that from what we've seen about Miyoko that she would not be up to kick Azami's ass out of Totsuki. I generally think it's stupid for the Rebels to go up against the Elites in a number even to them.

Azami. Explicitly told you guys. That you can bring more than that.

You were up against the Elite 10 Council.

YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED ANYONE YOU CAN GET!

YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED MIYOKO

(and Nao as well tbh)

(The Regiment de Cusine could have been a lot better to buy for me if the Rebels had shown up with more participants tbh but that's a different subject)

Anyways, as I said I wish we could have seen a lot more of Miyoko. But it just wasn't meant ot be :( I mean, when characters like Alice and Akira get pushed to the side, what chances does the tertiary cast have?

I'm at least glad that she is sort-off shown being the new president of the Chinese RS in Les Dessert 1? I like that for her.

But yes, ultimately...another criminally underused character. I look forward to write her being a cool mom in my fanfic tho.

[guu]

as someone w/tokophobia (or at least a hefty amount of body dysphoria around that subject) i'm... curious to know what it's like to give birth? if it's too much of a personal question i completely understand, i just like to learn more about things i fear, especially from people i trust. again, sorry if it's too personal or invasive of a question.

no worries, i can talk about it! n _n)/

my tokophobia used to be really bad, but after i got pregnant the second time it eased up considerably. (ill put this under a readmore though for those who would very much not like to read about the subject)

giving birth is definitely a wild experience. i don’t know if things are the same for people who don’t think twice about it, but here’s at least what it was like for me the two times i did it.

the first time i was just barely 18 so i was super scared since i didn’t know what to expect. (it didn’t help that i watched an anime where ** tw death during childbirth

well, where the mom died after the process, AND charles showed me a country song he liked where the same thing happens *called Don’t Take the Girl

sooo. i basically went into my induction thinking there was a very real chance i would die. haha.

i had to be induced with xander, which basically meant that i got past my expected due date and my water didnt break, so they brought me in and made it happen manually.

when the contractions started, the pain was unlike anything i’d felt before. completely unbearable idk HOW people don’t use anesthetics!!! but they did give me some through an IV, and it made me feel high. i got really sappy and tried to sing a celine dion song to charles but, i was so drugged off the shits i couldnt hold a note >w<;

the whole process took from about midnight to 10:34am when everyone’s favorite 10 year old was born! i

the actual process, alrighty.

so the nurses check you during labor from time to time to see how dilated you are. (in preperation, you kinda open up down there, to about a desired 10)

but for me both times, i had to urge the nurses to hurry and check me again when i was pretty damn sure it was time.

it’s unmistakable when it’s time for the baby to be born, because even with an epidural, which numbs you from the waist down, you feel an intense pressure boring down on your waist.

the time that someone will be in labor can vary wildly. with leon my water broke around 6am and i didn’t finish till 6:43pm (boy was i regretting not eating before leaving the house! they only let you eat ice while you’re there) and my mom said when she had me she barely got to the hospital before i wanted out!!

but yeah once its time to deliver the baby, they sit you up a bit and guide you in on pushing and breathing. i can only say how it feels with the epidural bc i never went without it, but you don’t feel the baby coming out like. at all. i only knew i was done because they told me. they will be good with letting you know what’s going on down there.

afterwards, you get very god damn tired. and there’s also a lot of blood loss, so that contributes to feeling a lil woozy. you wanna hydrate and eat right after.

they hand you your baby before they wash them off and you gotta remember “ok, they’re not gonna look like this forever.” cause. babies looks weird as fuck when they first come out lol.

right afterwards and a few times during recovery, they’ll push on your stomach a bit to help the blood come out a little bit quicker. you basically go on a super period afterwards where you need to wear pads the entire time.

i say the process overall isn’t as scary as it sounds, because in the moment there are so many things on your mind, but it can be scary for sure. i had to reassure myself a LOT that the doctors knew what they were doing, and they do.

im not quite sure on the details anymore about whose allowed in the room with you during labor, but it is super helpful to have someone you trust there for emotional support. you will want it more than you might think!

hope that cleared some things up for you, (and that it didn’t trigger you bad to read ;;) take care, love u!!!

[inviouswriting]

Meeting - Butler!AU

Aymeric x Kiya.

Gonna get into some territories.

Part of @whitherliliesbloom ‘s Butler!AU

lengthy drabble.

Kiya felt nervous as she paced in front of the manor. She was meeting her new instructor, as well as the house she’ll be training under. Her tail tucked down near her legs, and her shoulders shrink in out of habit.

“Stand straight!” The headmaster woman that had taught her basic ettiquet training uses a ruler to the back of her legs. Kiya stands straight, and utters a “Yes ma’am!” The woman was old and grouchy. Having taught many girls before her. Madam Matoya was not one to cross on a bad day.

The door to the manor opens and out walks several men forming a line in front of her. The servers on the far left bowed. Kiya notes most of the house is only men, and only one other girl. One very young one. She catches Kiya staring and smiles. She didn’t look older than fifteen summers.

“Eyes forward!” Kiya snaps her attention to the men in front of her. She sees the older of them, with three sons. Kiya bows her head in respect, almost forgetting her place.

“Easy, Matoya. Let’s not scare the girl before she has a chance here.” Aymeric chides Matoya with amusement in his voice able to banter with her. Kiya sees him step forward to introduce the house.

“You ought to watch yourself with this one though. She is a bit of a slacker if you let her.” Kiya hangs her head a little, Aymeric lets the comment slide.

“Then we shall see that for ourselves” Edmont pipes up.

“I am Aymeric Borel. And this is House Fortemps. Lord Edmont is the current head of house, who you will be addressing as such. His sons are, Artoirel, Emmannelain, and Haurchefant. The handservants in house are myself, Saulette, and a few other manor manservants. From today on, you’ll be my charge, and I’ll show you everything you should need to know.” Aymeric’s voice is a bit more stern when introducing.

Kiya nods and takes it all in. Matoya leaves them, and from the moment they walk through the threshold of the manor. Aymeric shows her around the place from the large foyer, to several rooms, kitchen, laundry, and goes over a list of things to expect.

Aymeric shows her to a spare room set up for her to stay in. Kiya already sees her belongings in this room.

“If you have any questions, please feel free to come and get me. We’ll start fresh tomorrow on your training. So for tonight, please relax and get accustom to your surroundings. I’ll come get you for dinner.” Kiya nods, feeling shy and turns to greet him with a reassuring nod.

“Hey, don’t let Matoya scare you. The wards here are alot nicer than they appear.” 

“Thank you for sticking up for me.” Kiya manages out, and Aymeric graces her with a pleasant smile.

“I do not take well to bullying of others. Seen more than my share. Now I’ll leave you to your unpacking, unless you want some help with that.” He offers.

“Oh, no, please you’ve done enough.” Kiya waves her hands, and didn’t want to put more on his shoulders.

“Alright, then I’ll go see about other preperations.” Aymeric turns on his heels after giving her a graceful bow, leaving her to collect herself.

Kiya sighs once she is alone. Her heart wild in her chest. She sets about unpacking her things, and freshens up for dinner. The evening goes without a hitch, from people asking her questions about her life, she keeps details vague.

“Forgive my asking, but why did you leave the life of luxury?” Emmannelain asks, taking a bite of food. 

“That’s something I rather not go into . Just I did not get along with my parents and their way of handling things. So I left.” Kiya looks down at her plate, finding the overly rich foods a little too much for her taste. She eats more than enough but feels a sense of empty to her.

“You would give up all this over a disagreement with your parents.” 

“Lord Emmannelain, if I may. The questions you are asking, are making her uncomfortable. It’s not polite to ask a lady about something she does not want to talk about.” Aymeric pipes up, seeing how crestfallen Kiya looks.

“I’m only curious, it’s not every day we get someone who was of nobility turned server.” At these words Kiya excuses herself from the table to head back to her room. Edmont looks at Emmannelain with a sigh.

“You should practice more manners. Aymeric, would you check on her later?”

“I shall.” Aymeric goes about clearing the spot where Kiya sat at. Saulette helping him.

Kiya looked at herself in the mirror wondering if she is doing the right thing. Leaving that life behind. She changes her hair a few times before settling on a leaving it down then sitting down in the windowsil looking out at the ground.

A soft knocking on the door, and Kya opens it to Aymeric.

“I apologize for earlier.” He starts off.

“We’re still teaching that one how to talk to people better.” 

“It is okay, I’m over it.” She sees something in his hands. A small plate of sandwiches, a pot of tea and two cups. She looks up at him.

“I noticed you didn’t eat a whole lot. I thought these would be better. Something simple. May I come in?” Aymeric asks, and Kiya lets him into the room and he sets up at a small table in the room. He sets up the plate and tea cups.

“If there is anything you would like to tell me, so another event like at dinner doesn’t happen? Would you be comfortable telling me why you chose this life?” Aymeric asks, leaning forward as she sits down across from him.

Kiya takes one of the sandwiches and finds it more filling than fancy foods on silver. There is a beam of happiness to her face, she notices Aymeric staring gently at her head resting on a hand.

“I’ll tell you when I am more comfortable around here. It’s something I rather not talk about right now.” Kiya answers honest, looking down at the teacup, finding the blue hue at the edge unique and different from the red ones the house uses. She offers him one of the sandwiches.

“When you are comfortable to tell me, I’ll listen.” Aymeric takes the offer and for the first time he sees a smile directed at him.

“Thank you for understanding. Did you make these? They’re good.” She gets a nod from him.

“Not to brag, cooking is a hobby I enjoy.” 

“I did not know you cook sandwiches.” Kiya teases him, and earns a laugh from him.

“No, you don’t cook certain sandwiches. There are ones you do though.” They share the moment teasing the other with soft banter.  Kiya feels a flutter in her heart.

“What sort of things do you like to make?” She asks as they finish the food between them and focused on the tea. She noticed a specific jar of syrup and how he takes the slightest drop of it.

“Things with more flavor than earlier, I was not in charge of cooking this evening.” Aymeric did note the foods from earlier were a little more saltier so he figured it was too heavy for her.

“Oh..” Kiya trails off, and stares at her cup. Aymeric dips his head down a little to meet her eyes.

“Did I say something that offends?” He checks, seeing vibrant green eyes peek up at him.

“No, just lost in thought, alot to absorb today and tomorrow is the start of training.” She felt nerves creep into her.

“Ah, do not fret. It’s easy work here, except the general cleaning which can take half the day. Overall, easy, you got lucky with being assigned here.” Kiya picks her head up and lets a brief smile cross her lips again.

“You look better when you smile. I find myself already enjoying it.” Kiya’s eyes widen at this and she looks away sheepish. Aymeric notes the time and stands up after the teas were finished.

“I’ll be going, you should get some rest. Tomorrow is a busy day.” He informs her and she nods with a still tinted blush on her face.

“Thank you for the food and company.”

“My pleasure.” He takes his leave, and Kiya is left to her thoughts again. Chasing the negative ones away for her reasoning. She looks through her belongings and finds a sealed envelope. She looks at it with disdain then settles for a woolen robe to curl up into her bed with. Her thoughts drifting back to the recent encounter. She had heard alot of women fawn over Aymeric. She only heard of their praises of how handsome he is. Kiya finds herself liking him for the person he is instead.

The following day is spent with her learning the trade of things. How to fix linens, strip beds, and remake them with Aymeric’s help. Saulette shows her how to prepare the food in the kitchen for the cooks. Kiya finds herself enjoying the down moments and by the evening she was tired. 

It was a few days after the dinner with the Lords of the house. On the evening of her fourth week there. She had grown accustomed to their lifestyle. To where Edmont looks at her fondly for bringing tea in the evening. Haurchefant would be courteous when she brought him a snack he wanted. Artoirel still took time to warm up. Emmannelain had apologized for intruding on her personal space.

Aymeric was sittind down with her again for the evening over soups and bread. They laughed over a few things, and he finds himself steadily enamored with her. 

“To think how the delivery moogle chased Emmannelain for touching its pom. I never seen an angry moogle before.” Kiya laughs a little more and Aymeric grins.

“They’re a curious sort, but one does not simply touch the pom of a moogle without them getting mad. I have a question for you.”  Aymeric says leaning back in his seat. They had steadily done this every evening, sitting down for gossip of the day, and made a habit of talking to each other over more simple foods and treats.

“I might have an answer?” Earns a chuckle out of him.

“Would you accompany me tomorrow for some shopping errands?” 

“Yes, I’d be delighted to.” Kiya earns a grin.

“Good, good. We’ll be up early so we can get fresh picks of food wares.” He informs her.

“What should I wear then?”

“Something warm. I heard it was going to snow from the skywatchers.” He catches her eyes widening at the mention of snow.

“Okay.” Aymeric begins to gather the empty dishes to leave.

“Aymeric...” Kiya says. Aymeric looks up at her.

“I think I am ready to tell you why I left.” Kiya fidgets with her hands. Aymeric sits back down to listen to her.

“Aye?” 

“Arrangement.” His eyes widen at that word. 

“I see why you chose to leave. May I ask more about it?”

“Yes, I was going to be wed off to someone I didn’t even know, just for the sake of tying some households together. Alot of the women are treated like that. Used as bargaining chips to wealthy men. I didn’t want that.” Kiya curls her feet closer to herself and appears small as she brings her knees up to her chest.

“I see.. Well, no one here will force you to do something you do not want to do. Or return to that life.” Kiya raises her head to look at him, seeing him give her a wink.

“I would be sad to lose my friend here.” They exchange looks to each other.

“Thank you.” Aymeric leaves the room and she thinks of what she should wear for the day. She settles on a thicker dress and tights to go with it. Then goes to sleep.

It is early morning when she is gently roused from her sleep by a gentle hand. Kiya blinks wearily at who is waking her up. Aymeric’s face is what greets her. Kiya glances to a chronometer and it was only four in the morning. She groans slightly at being woken up and turns on her side and covers her head.

“Hey, I did say we would be getting up early. Come on.” Aymeric tugs the blanket off her, and she scrambles for another sheet. Anything for warmth. A gentle hand taps her cheek a few times.

“It’s so early though!” 

“And alot to do. Wake up dear.” Aymeric wrests the second comforter from her. She then clings to him instead, burying her face into his torso still sleepy.

Aymeric blows on one of her ears. Kiya twitches it away and thrashes her tail. Aymeric does it again, earning a green eye staring at him. She closes it, and flattens her ears to her head.

“Just like a regular housecat. Except less cranky than mine.” Aymeric amuses aloud. He catches her ears in his hands and begins to pet them. Kiya feels jolts in her spine at them being petted. This rouses her more awake.

“Finally. Let go?” Aymeric refers to her hugging his waist. She lets go sheepish. Turning her head away; once he is sure she is awake Aymeric excuses himself to dress warm himself. When Kiya greets him at the main door, they take a moment to go over a list before leaving for the Jeweled Crozier.

[hornycatgirlmachine]

Hibernation preperation and full but more for lilly

Hibernation Preparation - My muse is suddenly sure and convinced they have to eat anything and everything they can get their hands on

Full but More - My muse’s stomach will feel full at all times but they will always be able to put something more inside it

The pang hit suddenly and strongly. All at once, Lilly felt a searing emptiness. Her legs quivered and she broke into a cold sweat.

“I’m...really...really... hungry 0n0...”

At first she tried being civilized, laying out the ingreadants to make a big hearty omelette full of meats and cheese. That plan was pushed aside the moment she placed her paws upon the ham.

Lilly later justified that all the ingredients for an omelette we in her bloated churning gut. She basically ate an omelette, didn’t she? That, and the majority of her fridge. She could feel it all churning and gurgling in her round bloated middle. Every time she took a bite out of something (currently a meaty hamshank), she thought it would be the last thing her tummy would take before it was finally full. That was never the case.

Lilly eyed her gradually emptying kitchen, praying that something will satisfy her horrible chubby tummy

Change: Lilly constantly feels the need to eat but is never full enough

[21secondsofchristoph]

Here is a full translation of the interview with the FAZ:

Mr Waltz, statistically you're a rarity. Only five percent of all actors in Los Angeles manage to get enough jobs to get accepted into the SAG. And out of that group, only about five percent earn enough to make a living out of their art.

Becoming an actor is like becoming a father: really easy. Being and staying an actor is much harder.

We're meeting today, because you're not playing the villain for once, but some kind of action-hero in James Cameron's Manga movie "Alita: Battle Angel"

As a futuristic doctor you revive a cyborg from Mars, so you're basically working on the interface of human and machine

Haha, you could put it like that! I like that!

When the story was published as a comic in 1990 it was considered Science-fiction. Today, people like Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos actually work on brain implants and dream of colonies on Mars. Have you dealt with such things as preperation?

I don't take Elon Musk seriously. His behavior strikes me as ridiculous and you can't forget that he has a commercial interest in the topic's sensation. I've already watched moon landing's and flights into space as a child. Is it really necessary to introduce billionaires into space tourism? Well, we will see what happens. I am interested in new technologies but it's difficult to seperate them from journalism of sensation, even if it's dressed seriously.

In time, a lot of things might be possible that I can't even imagine right now. But there is another question: the question of necessity.

The market economy drives our world into an orgy of uselessness. It damages our planet and our lives on it. Who wants to live on Mars? That we will all be unemployed and the environment destroyed is in no relation to any use.

Can one stop the progress if it's useless?

Not as long as someone benefits from it.

What about the desire for disruption?

Disrupting something is an easy action, replacing it with something useful is not.

I'm always ready to disrupt something if there is a useful counterproposal. Not necessarily until then.

A lot of things are turned upside down in film industry. Netflix not only revolutionized the concept of television, it also produces exciting movies. And Youtube even has its own celebrities among the new generation.

Over the past few months I've watched some movies which hadn't been produced without Netlflix. For example the winner of the Venice Film Festival "Roma". Movies like that wouldn't run longer than 3 weeks in theaters. Through the premiers and prices it now receives the attention it deserves. And after that it's on Netflix. As superficial as I can see that, it's not the worst thing.

In contrast to that, I don't have a hard time with not watching Youtube. It's probably a cultural matter and depends on how we want to shape our lives. Of course it's also a generational matter. But why is that? Just because someone is younger, it doesn't mean they are predestined for entertainment through videoclips.

You have 4 children. You have to be familiar with this world. Where do you see the difference to your generation?

In school we were always confronted with things we didn't like, but which we couldn't dispose of.

That's where the wonderful word "Bildung" comes from, which doesn't exist in English. Education refers to an information value. "Bildung" goes further than education through its cultural formation. When I was in school I also didn't understand why I had to study Latin. But not wanting to learn Latin would have never occured to me. Just because no one speaks it anymore and learning it seemed uncomfortable.

And did you like it?

It created connections within a language, trained precise phrasing, as well as logic and discipline. It's certainly more challenging to learn an abstract language than watching a funny Youtube video.

About for or five years ago you warned Facebook might be a breeding ground for the fast growth of terror organisations. Are you surprised that it also seems to threaten western democracies now?

Not at all. History has taught us that medium and structure can be more dangerous than the message, because it's easier to handle the problematic movement than the well oiled machine that keeps it going. Especially when algorithms control the dynamics in the networks, those networks can become independent.

Some hope that societies might improve through a "Wutbürger"-culture and a crazy government.

At best, all of that just has entertainment value.

So maybe not anyone should always add their opinions?

If you don't have anything clever to say you should shut your mouth. But actually it's the other way around. Apart from this choir of stupidity being really annoying, people who haven't developed the resistance and sensors might fall for the noise. Whoever shouts the loudest ends up being heard.

You are known for keeping your private life private. How does that match marketing's and fan's expectations?

Fame is an unsolved problem, not only for me.

You either remain an anonymous observer without a bigger platform to present your realizations. That is an unfortunate paradox because the people who get the chance to move in public have to deal with growing fame while they also distance themselves from the influences and experiences of real life.

Studies have shown that introverts would handle most jobs better. But they tend to get cast out by the loudmouths.

I can imagine that. Self- and foreign perception are a tricky thing. I can remember the first Loveparades in Berlin which I saw on TV. I always avoided the event myself. In the interviews, people were saying things like: "We celebrate our individuality!" And there were one million people that all looked the same. The music was a monotonous bum-bum-bum and I always tried to spot a moment of individuality.

You've been living in the centre of individuality for a while now. Do you still consider the United States of America governable?

Maybe not as a federation. The question I'm interested in is whether the USA as a federation are still worthy of governance. California alone is the fifth largest economy in the world.

In an interview from 2003 you talked about posing, about film makers who eroticise themselves and about how to stand yourself

Oh God, I remember.

Are you currently able to stand yourself?

Sometimes. But it's not easy.

At that time you weren't a Hollywood star and you made yourself very clear in interviews.

"Schindler's list" is mendacious because Spielberg might have thought "that type of movie still lacks from my collection of movies about dinosaurs and UFOs

Or that Roberto Benigni's "Life is Beautiful" is "crap" because it communicates that it's alright to laugh about concentration camps. "when it's a tender laugh"

Do you still dare to say such things now that you constantly meet other Hollywood stars?

In Germany, yes. In America, no.

Do you believe it's better to become famous later in life? And does aging feel better when you're at least famous while you're aging?

Hopefully both, right? As a young man you often experience the world through tunnel vision, because you impatiently want to experience everything, even though you can't sort a lot of things right. If the attention hits you at that point in life, you get in danger of stirring towards a dead end where you don't develop well.

Do you believe you became more careful and more lenient over the years and success?

You're becoming more careful and more lenient. I never thought of that before. I thought: Now I suddenly step back a little. You become more lenient when you connect yourself to it. In a strict German way you could call it cowardice, because you gain another point of view, the insight. And apart from the experience and the success it might be due to the abrasion of the testosterone-related edges.

[sunlitlion]

candleverse chronicles | pt 0

so. astral projection. we all do it. 

okay, not all of us, but some of us do. and ya girl is no stranger to it. 

if you know of the slenderverse, specifically the everymanhybrid verse, you know of the candleverse. habit’s playground, the pocket between timelines and dimensions. 

i’m gonna astral project there. and im gonna keep all my notes here. in case anyone is stupid enough to follow my footsteps.

so, for anyone into emh but not witchcraft/astral work... here are some sources. (x), (x), (x) < that last one is a masterpost of resources for research purposes and those looking to astral travel.

a warning: if you want to astral travel, do NOT do what i’m doing. i’m not smart. this isn’t kosher. this isn’t a good idea. even with all of my precautionary measures im still putting my astral body at risk. if you really truly want to, you can PM me about it, and ill share my personal notes but i am NOT a professional. go forward at your own damn risk.

alright, so warnings aside, let’s get into the prologue.

i am lucky enough to have contact with an evan, a habit, and a noah/firebrand. if you believe in kin shit, call it that. if you believe in past lives, call it that. i personally call it a mix of past lives and a system. i am a spiritual person. don’t pm me, send an ask, or @. me about it because i’m not gonna respond.

i asked firebrand and evan about the candleverse and got their specific general advice for what it’s like, precautionary measures, and an escape plan. here’s what i was told, in transcript form:

firebrand || candleverse notes

general

- Mind tricks. Constantly changing. Do not trust your senses, rely only on your intuition, it’ll guide you.

- It looks like Princeton, New Jersey. Evan’s house is the exact centre, and the clearest part. Everything beyond it gets darker and harder to traverse through due to illusions and mindfuckery.

- There is a purple haze that surrounds the Candleverse. It’s safer, but harder to work out. Hide here, but don’t stay in one place for too long.

- The bridge is an OK spot. But don’t fall in the river. You’ll die in the astral.

protective measures

- Do NOT try to play offensively. It won’t work. You’re in Habit’s house.

- Use wards for hiding, and confusing anything that enters the vicinity.

- Use glamours to alter your astral body and make you into a spirit as unassuming as possible. Humans are what he wants.

- Keep your vibrations basic. Too low means you’ll be drained. Too high means you stick out.

- Get a glamour for any guides or thoughtforms you bring. (In my case, Figaro the thoughtform).

escape plan

- bring a power bank or totem that will give you just enough energy to make a door and leave if you need to in a moment’s notice.

evan || candleverse notes

general

- Do NOT interact with the Candle versions of Evan, Vinnie, and ESPECIALLY Jeff/Steph. Just don’t do it. They’re like big fucking beacons.

- Any kind of foliage is good. Trees, bushes. If a rabbit can hide in it, you’re good. A good rule of thumb is “Think like a rabbit.” So, the town is a good place to hide, but it’s also gonna be real confusing. Anywhere out in the open, you’re fucked.

- If your vibrations are high so you can keep up magic, places with moderate lighting are gonna be your best bet, so you’ll blend in. If you’re keeping your vibrations low to hide, keep to the edges and forest-y areas. Whatever makes you feel safest. Either way, you’re playing on the losing side in a game rigged in Habit’s favor.

- If you aren’t panicking, you’re giving off less energy, so you’re safer. Fear will stink you up, and it’ll catch Habit’s attention. Keep calm, you’ll stay safe.

- Cover the tracks of your spirit/thoughtform if they can’t do it themselves, or if they naturally produce magic. For example, my thoughtform Figaro is built to feed off of naturally occuring excess negative energy and build harm-shielding wards for himself and I from it. In the Candleverse, this process needs to be hidden.

- Piggybacking off of that point, a mosquito could fart and Habit would know. Any tiny move you make, any change to the verse, Habit will pick up on it. He might ignore it if it’s insignificant, but he might not. If you do something risky, your best bet is to get away from the mess, hide, and try not to leave a trail.

protective measures

- Only stay in for 15 minutes at first, up to 30 minutes. No longer than an hour. Time is slower in the Candleverse, but you’re gonna get exhausted, and it’s gonna get easier to find you. 

- Do not let Habit know you’re a human. You’re toast.

- Get better at improv. Learn how to play your part. If Habit approaches you, do NOT panic. Know what you’re supposed to be and act like it.

- Use DEFENSIVE wards and magic, not OFFENSIVE. Wards that protect you from harm make it seem like you’re EXPECTING Habit to attack you, and he might just. He’d definitely seek you out for it. Don’t make it seem like you’re ready for a fight.

escape plan

 - Make that power bank as inconspicuous as possible. Remember-- play the part.

- If you’re in a bind, or about to be caught, just make a break for the edge, find a place to hide, and calm down before leaving.

other

if you’re like me, and tend to crack under pressure or panic in the face of danger and make the wrong decision, then you’re gonna wanna practice beforehand.

there are all kinds of candleverses that take place in different areas of the timeline of EMH. start with a dead candleverse, in which there are no more traces of habit. you will know the difference because the energy they give off is pure white rather than dark purple.

live <-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------> dead

dark purple  |   purple  |   blue purple  | pale purple  |  grey purple  |      white

this is the scale firebrand gave me in reference to this. the closer to white they get, the more dead the candleverse (meaning the less traces of habit, the safer!). 

another look at the scale

white verse - no traces of habit, little to no traps or illusions, dawn/sunrise

grey purple verse - just a hint of habit, slightly more traps and illusions, midday

pale purple verse - a little of habit, a moderate amount of traps and illusions, afternoon

blue purple verse - half habit, slightly more traps and illusions, sunset/evening

true purple verse - mostly habit, many traps and illusions, dusk

dark purple verse - habit is live and present and on the prowl, a fuckton of traps and illusions, dead of night

i was also lucky enough for firebrand to be willing to get in contact with other firebrands, as all noah’s stick together, and they might be able to give me a little extra help. pending.

map

firebrand and evan helped me to draw out this rough sketch of the map, but it will be updated as I explore.

as i said, it’s very rough, but here’s a key.

☆ - safe for hiding purposes

* - unsafe

X - immediate death

``` - light source (the more light, the more unsafe)

🌀 - entrance point

EH - Evan’s House, the center of the Candleverse. UNSAFE.

Town - Just as the name implies. Good for hiding but, very dark and confusing. Take it slow.

B - Buildings. Decrepit, good for hiding.

N.E.H. - Never ending house. If you recall, in Bridge to Nowhere, Noah went up and down this stairwell repeatedly. Unsafe.

Bridge - Bridge to Nowhere. Moderately safe. Don’t stay on for too long.

P.G. - Playground. Moderately unsafe.

Open Space - Not good. No hiding spots.

Forest - Very dark, but good for hiding. Lots of foliage.

River - Runs through the forest and under bridge. Instant death upon touching.

Habit tends to stay around the more lighted areas. Do not by any means go near or enter Evan’s house. Just don’t do it.

protective measures

so, we all decided that lots and lots of defensive magic is your best bet. cover up the fact that you’re human first and foremost. if, like me, your energy is bright and beaming, make an energy mask to cover that. put up wards with multiple layers. put up illusion glamours with multiple layers. run, hide, camouflage. you’re a rabbit here.

here’s what im doing specifically. lemme go over it.

defensive-offensive ward - protects from anything you deem to be harm. it won’t do much for you at that point. if all of your other wards/glamours have failed at this point, you’re fucked anyway. its basically one last line of defense if all else fails.

illusion/energy mask - this is to change your energy. its to cover up your human parts. make it strong. make it powerful. make it work. if habit gets a single SNIFF of your human pussy, your ass if grass and he’s gonna mow it.

appearance glamour - this is to change your appearance and all. make you look not human. idc what you look like, im choosing a hazy kinda shadowy unassuming spirit type thing. look lost, not like a tourist.

camouflage ward -  this is gonna make you blend in to the foliage and shit much better. keep you under the radar. you are a cat in the night. a simple breath in the breeze, you feel. you ARE the dancing queen. 

hidden/hiding illusion - same deal, but this makes it harder to track you if you hide. hide well, don’t fuck this up. its literally your astral body on the line, maybe even your astral life. but don’t worry, as long as you hide your cord and keep it in tact, you can come back. just give it a few moon cycles.

and thats basically all ive got in preperation for this trip. ill keep cc updates coming as they happen. my first trip is tomorrow (Tuesday, March 19, 2019), around 5:00 PM CT.